A new week, a new Servant. A new companion in the seemingly endless and hopeless struggle for the future of humankind, centered on the lone and feeble figure of the Master of Chaldea, the last bulwark of man. That lone, powerless person had gathered an assembly of mankind’s greatest heroes, divinities and chthonic spirits, and against all odds earned their approval and made a solid army out of them. That young man and his wondrous companions stood together to welcome the latest addition to their ranks.
“Ugh,” was the first reaction to the newcomer, and when radiant Ishtar of all beings makes such a noise, you know you’re in for some serious shit. And why was she inching closer and closer to the exit—aw, crap, the Mesopotamians are making that face. How awful is this gonna be? He can deal with another Eli-chan, but if it’s another on the level of Kiyohime or Raikou he might seriously consider just giving up on everything and wait for the end on Siduri’s lap pillow or something.
Keeping the goddess of love and war in the corner of his eyes, the Master focused most of his attention to his newest Servant. And there was quite a lot to see, all of it pleasant to the eyes. He tried to keep his eyes from roaming too much, but it was admittedly very—no, extremely difficult. Surrounded as he was by some of history’s finest beauties, he had thought himself somewhat inured to the charm of the female body, but the one in front of him was…quite…
…perfe—voluptuous. The perfect voluptuousness. The ideal body that made his hands tingle with the urge to seize it and roam it.
Blinking in alarm at the dangerous direction his thoughts were taking, the young Master pushed his very male imagination away and push his eyes to meet hers.
He regretted it the very moment he managed coherent thought after doing it.
If his all too natural male libido had been directing his eyes to delight themselves with that woman’s gorgeous body, hers were ravishing him, completely devouring him. He felt himself enveloped, smothered and utterly drowned in her gleaming crimson.
“…Mashu,” he uttered very quietly, glancing to his first and most loyal Servant, always by his side.
“Yes, senpai?”
“Am I pregnant? Because I feel pregnant.”
“Senpai, I sort of understand your feelings, but you’re definitely a male.”
Against all self-preservation instincts, he turned his gaze back to the newcomer. Her red eyes carried the same pornographic luster, and her knowing smirk told him she knew exactly what he was thinking.
And suddenly, she was way too close for comfort, and his knees almost gave up the moment he caught a whiff of her intoxicating aroma.
“So,” she whispered, and her voice ignited his blood and inflamed his body and soul with the biological urge to mate. “This is the last soldier of humanity; the one who caught Mother and Auntie’s eye—gebugh!”
And just as suddenly he was himself once again, and there was a rather shapely hole on the wall to his right. Also, quite an irate goddess stood before him, her fair cheeks the color of pomegranates.
“Control yourself, you horny brat!”
“Ah…our King won’t be pleased with this.” Enkidu made the pained face of one forced to bear with that one really annoying family member.
“You’re worried about Gilgamesh?” said the Golden King’s big sister. “If she sinks her claws on our Master, humanity is done and over with. How did she even make it here, seriously?”
“I believe they were aiming for Ereshkigal, but…” commented the Rider-class Servant, Medusa. “If anything…”
“It’s hard to believe, but it appears Ishtar underestimated herself,” concluded Merlin, using the words Siduri could not share, being hard-pressed to keep herself from bursting in laughter.
After some wordless communication between not-quite-sisters, the original non-blood-related imouto left her place by Altera’s side with a polite bow.
“That’s some attitude, Mother dear,” called out the new Servant as she emerged from the wall, obviously unharmed by the sudden attack. “Have we not always shared everything?”
“Credit where is due,” idly commented the Master. “Nobody could tell you are a mother with that body, Ishtar.”
“I’ll shoot you! I’ll seriously shoot you! And you!” Ishtar turned back to the golden-haired beauty, her face switching from outraged to mortified. “You were not supposed to come! How did you even…!?”
“Trying to keep all the fun to yourself? Mother, even you cannot be that selfish,” replied the new goddess while smugly crossing her arms under her plentiful bust. “You being here means there is something worth here. Of course I would be curious.”
“Not! Answering! My question!”
“Ah, that’s simple: Išbi-Erra intended to answer the summoning, so I just went and took over. He’s one of my puppies; he won’t mind.”
“Ishbi…who?”
“Not really important, senpai—aah!?”
It became Mashu’s turn to feel awfully comfortable when the new Servant shamelessly invaded her personal space.
“Uh, um, senpai…?” A quiet plea for help.
“Do you best, Mashu!”
“What’s with the difference in reactions!?”
“You are Mashu Kyrielight, the Master’s companion,” stated the goddess. Her fearsome eyes stunned the young Demi-Servant, who suddenly felt the struggles and experiences of seven Grand Orders wash away before an existence that struck at some fundamental, animal core of herself and rendered it powerless.
“You are the reason I am here in this form,” declared the goddess in a challenging whisper. She smirked, and Mashu shuddered. Not even the Servant finally moving away brought relief to the poor girl, who all but slumped back until caught by a somewhat flustered Da Vinci.
“In any case, I believe I am to introduce myself.”
“I am Nanaya, Goddess of Fucking.”
“You said iiiiiit! You actually went and said iiiiiiiit!”
“Ahaha, this tempered and somewhat dishonest side of Mother is actually quite refreshing~”
“Aaaaaarrrgh!”
“Alright, seriously.” Not ridding himself from the mirthful smirk on her face, Nanaya saluted her new Master with an elegant and flashy bow.
“I am the goddess that governs over passion and the sexual act; Mistress of Kings and Protector of Heroes. Going by the system you have here, I would normally qualify as an Archer, but because of Mother’s poorly restrained feelings I have come as Servant Shielder.”
“Uwaaaaaah! Uwaaaaaaaaaah!!!”
“Mother, it was cute at the beginning, but now you’re just being noisy and kind of a hassle.”
“You’re really the worst part of me!”
Nanaya laughed with delight, as if those words were the finest compliment. She winked at her Master and grinned wickedly at his flustered reaction before sauntering closer and closer, the top predator seizing her prey.
“In response to your summons, I have come. This body is yours to do as you wish. Cherish me and worship me, and I shall grant you sublime blessings and the ultimate ecstasy.”
“Now, let us seal our contract with a sweet, sweet ki—uwawawawa-waaaaah!!!”
And the apex seductress was a shivering puppy on the side of the chamber.
“Oooh, you’re really your mother’s daughter,” commented the Master with his easygoing tone. “Same cute noises.”
“Wha-wha—what is that thing doing here!?”
“That thing” was, of course, the Master’s pride—his trump card against the likes of Tamamo and Raikou. Peshtur’s innate trait made Divine Spirits and those with Divine Spirit aptitude feel unbearably uncomfortable around her. Furthermore, Tamamo would not let Kiyohime lord her not being affected by Peshtur over her, so even the Dragon Princess had been kept at a distance ever since Gilgamesh’s little sister arrived. Ironically enough, to him she was truly a godsent.
Serenity still kept sneaking into his room, but he didn’t really mind her. She was a darling.
“Peshtur is one of our precious companions, like you from today onwards. I hope you get along,” replied the Master with some mirth.
“Bu-but, there’s no way I can get in the mood for anything with her around!”
“…wow.” Ishtar was staring at her Master with whole new eyes. “You are truly something, boy, for making me capable of starting to like the Anathema of the Gods.”
Peshtur blinked. Furthermore—
“Wha-wha—what’s with that sparkly aura all of a sudden, Anathema!?” exclaimed the Lady of Uruk. “Melam!? Is that melam!?”
“Being complimented by a divinity…” murmured the original little sister. “…it’s the first time. How puzzling…just what is…this feeling…?”
“What’s with this Interlude-like development!?” the Master retorted. “Did I trigger some flag? Is Peshtur getting a new Skill!?”
“Most Mesopotamian mythological figures have very strong and intimate connections among themselves,” posited Da Vinci. “It would make sense for some synergistic effect to appear after summoning so many of them.”
“It was just a retort! Rather, the fact there is an explanation for this is really weird!”
“On the other hand, I have to say your adaptability to these kinds of situations has reached the level of a mental disease, Master-kun.”
“I was trying not to think about it!”
Servant-summoning days were always quite the event at Chaldea.
Originally Posted by Gally
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