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As Trambelio was about to say something, Seraphiel lifted a hand to stop him. “Before you start making flippant comments, let us remember that if you annoy me badly enough, I can and will kill you in a heartbeat.”

“Not if I use a Command Seal to stop you.” Trambelio countered. Luckily, Luthien's arm had disintegrated when the Seals had been transferred, otherwise, things might have been a little awkward.

"Mm, first, that only works if you manage to utter the command fast enough. Faster than I can kill you. Which we both know isn't going to happen. Secondly, that only lasts as long as the effect of the Seal lasts. You should be aware of this, but I'll remind you. You can order me to do something, but the effect isn't permanent. You could order me to kill myself because it would only take me a second to do it. But ordering me to not kill you would require it to last for days when we both know any order you give me will last minutes at best." She wasn't going to give him the upper hand in this. "Assuming I won't be able to resist it in the first place."

He leaned back in his chair and tapped his chin in thought. He knew she had a point. She was one of the most powerful, if not the most powerful Servants in this war at least, and the strongest Servants were not as susceptible to the Command Seals. “And yet I am the Master, and you the Servant.”

“Those are the names used, yes, but I wouldn’t take them too literally. We are now at a crossroads. You hold the keys to victory in your hands, but if you try to treat me like one of your actual servants, you’re going to throw those keys away right quick.” She stated.

He wasn’t a complete idiot though. He leaned forward. “Perhaps, but I don’t think you’d be willing to throw the victory away over some minor slight either. Not when you’re this far in the war. See, I've figured out something about you. Many who heard your little proclamation with the goddess you serve might think that's your main motivation. Dedicating a war to your goddess is a very obvious and understandable motivation. But I don't think that's what’s driving you. You’re not used to losing. I think you’re so powerful and so blessed with talent, that losing this Grail War hasn’t really even occurred to you. See, we're similar in that way. It would irk you. It would be a stain on your honor if you were to participate in a Grail War and not win it. Had this been the start of the war, you might just throw it away no questions asked, but after all this effort and so close to victory? I don’t think so. Not unless you really have to.”

"Perhaps." She admitted. "It is true that losing is not something I have to deal with very often. It's not entirely foreign to me though. It would not be the first time, or the last. So, while I strive for victory, and even give much to achieve it, there are lines. And since you mentioned a stain on my supposed honor, having a different kind of stain on my honor and dignity just to avoid a stain hardly makes sense.” Thanks to this being the legend of her from right after her exile, he was more right than she cared to admit. This version of her was definitely not used to losing.

“But you won’t throw the whole thing over something minor, like I said. We both know this, even if you don’t care to admit it. I know there are limits. For example, I won’t order you to deal with your former Master, as I know that would be crossing the line. And not that she needs to be dealt with.” He felt that he understood her better than most for whatever reason. “The real question is, how far are you willing to go to gain victory?”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“You know what I mean. We both know the only thing that can stop you from winning this war is the lack of Mana. Unlike your previous Master, I can provide you with all the Mana you need, and much more effectively.” He grinned a bit.

“See, now you’re confusing me with the maids you keep schtupping.” She shot back.

Trambelio scoffed. “I have more standards than that. I would not stoop to mixing with such rabble. I have no trouble landing willing partners of my level just fine, thank you very much. Forcing myself on some lowborn maids is beneath me. I’m proud of my conquests, and I’m proud of my record when it comes to partners. I have nothing to be ashamed of in that regard. I only sleep with those worthy, ladies of the highest class. And I'll have you know, none of them have had any complaints afterward."

“If you have to say you’re the king, you’re no real king.” She mocked him a bit. “And interesting that you’d offer right away, considering you know nothing about what’s under this armor and mask. You might be propositioning a Troll.”

Trambelio scoffed again. “Please. We both know that’s not going to be the case. However, you do have a point. I don’t have to make a case why it would be beneficial to you. You’ll need to get my interest.” He lifted the hand with the now four Command Seals. “Seeing as we have extra, let’s see what you look like under that armor and mask. Undress completely.” One of the Seals flashed and vanished.

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She could’ve fought it, but chose not to. While Trambelio wasn’t exactly her favorite, he was a handsome enough man, and he had a point. The Mana she could gain from him might be enough to ensure victory. It felt like her body was acting without any input from her, as if on autopilot.

The more she undressed, the more excited Trambelio became. He had expected her to be pretty. She was, after all, supposedly the hero of Luthien's people, and for all her other faults, Luthien was not unattractive. The Eldar was a bit on the slim side, as Trambelio liked his women with some curves, but the vision of beauty revealed in front of him didn't suffer from that problem. He'd known she wouldn't. The robes and armor hid a lot, but they couldn't hide the basic shape of her body, and he'd known the Caster had curves, and now they were revealed in all their glory as piece after piece of clothing dropped on the floor.

First to go was the weird armor. The armor had clearly been pushing down on her assets, as they quickly became much more obvious and pronounced as soon as the armor fell to the floor. Next, she removed the hood, which sent a full set of slightly curled and lightly waved, and slightly messy, golden blonde hair cascading down her back, all the way to her waist. Next, she reached back to release some kind of string at her back holding the robes in place, before giving a shrug that sent them cascading down her back, leaving her standing in rather revealing lingerie.

She had on a blue set of panties, a blue bra that didn’t really hide much, struggling to hold back her impressive decolletage, black stockings, and a blue cloth choker. Her bust was definitely large, full, and surprisingly perky for its size. Narrow waist flared out to rather wide hips and bubble butt you could bounce a coin off of, a flat belly with the outline of abs visible, and thick thighs that met long legs. It was like she had been sculpted to perfectly match his tastes.

Slowly, she shrugged off her bra, revealing ping turgid nipples, and was about to move on, before he stopped her. “You can leave the rest but remove the mask.” Something she’d been holding on to.

Her hands slowly moved to the almost demonic-looking mask, making it vanish into thin air, revealing a face that was surprisingly youthful and Human-looking. At the same time the effect of the Command Seal disappeared. Her age was impossible to determine, but if he'd been forced to guess and she'd been a random person, he would've pegged her at somewhere between twenty and thirty. Deep blue eyes, sharp features, prominent black eyebrows and lashes, naturally thick red lips, and perfect skin. She was a vision of beauty, and clearly, her Charisma was off the charts.

“Is the Master pleased?” She asked in a mocking and almost sarcastic tone.

He laughed. “The master is very pleased. You’ll do.” He nodded happily, standing up from his sitting position on the bed. He walked around her as she stood in place, taking in every feature and curve of her body. “Yes, the master is very pleased indeed.”

He stepped closer, sliding a hand up from her hip to her side, and up to cup one of her breasts. She didn’t move to resist or help as he slid his hand along the underside of her breast, grabbing it, giving it a gentle squeeze, and lifting it a bit. He found the breasts surprisingly heavy. He brought his other hand to the other breast, cupping both, before moving his fingers to her nipples, which he discovered were already hard.

He brought a leg between her legs, pushing them apart a little, before sliding a hand down her front to caress her taut belly, slipping into the tight small panties, and cupping her sex. One of his fingers easily slid between her folds, and inside her, as he noted she was growing wet from his touch. The finger inside her made a hooking motion, finding that little rough patch inside her that he knew did wonders to most women. He relentlessly, but gently teased and caressed the spot, and it didn't take long before she opened her legs wider without any prompting from him, allowing him better access. He soon had a second finger inside her, her own hips moving in pace with his fingers, making sure he hit her just right.

The longer he fiddled with her, the wetter she became, and clearly, she wasn't putting up any resistance. Not that it would've much mattered to him at this point. He moved the hand playing with her luscious titty to his pants and unzipped them, his cock slipping out easily. His cock slid between her thighs and protruded in front of her, as he pulled his fingers out of her cunt. He slowly moved his hips sliding his cock between her soft thighs and against the fabric of her panties. "What do you think?" He asked.

She glanced down. “I’ve seen more impressive.” She stated directly.

He chuckled. He was a bit above average for a Human, so he was sure she was correct. He grabbed his manhood with his hand, before whispering a small spell, and started sliding his hand along the underside of his cock. Except his hand kept going, and going. When he let go, his manhood was much thicker and longer than before. He didn’t make it grotesquely large, but it was still larger than any natural Human manhood., thicker than her wrist and almost as long as her arm from elbow to wrist. “That’s what spells are for dearie.”

Then he suddenly lifted her up, holding her up with his arms under her knees, easily holding her in the air in front of him, her legs spread wide. He carried her towards a large standing mirror so that they could both see what was going to happen perfectly. "Put it inside yourself." He whispered into her ear.

Without objection, she slid aside her panties, at the same time revealing that the carpet didn't match the drapes as her pubic hair was decidedly dark, grabbed his manhood, and brought it to the mouth of her sex. She used her fingers to spread apart her lower lips, and placed the now large head of his cock into the opening, before making a twist with her hips allowing the head to slip inside her tight sheath.

Trambelio could feel her tight folds grabbing hold of him, squeezing the head of his cock, and he couldn’t stop himself as he lowered her down, her whole weight causing him to spear her in a single thrust. “Ahhn!” She cried out in a seductive voice. They could both see the outline of his cock under her skin, as his massive manhood extended all the way to her belly inside her.

She was so tight and felt so good! He could feel the Mana transfer starting, and before even realizing it, he was thrusting inside her. Her titties bounced up and down as she worked her own hips just as hard as he did, crying out in pleasure on each thrust. Both of them were so keyed up, and their pace so frantic, that they were not going to last very long. “Ahhhhhhn!” She cried out loudly and he could feel her squeezing down on his cock, milking him with success as he shot inside her, injecting a huge amount of Mana into her. The position was spreading her so far apart, that some of the cum he shot inside her sprayed out of her and even on the mirror.

As he let her down on her own feet again, she turned to her, with cum still leaking from her pussy. “Such a quick shot Master. I have trouble believing you satisfied too many high-class women with such effort.”

He didn’t bother telling her that he’d only cum so fast because she was so unbelievably hot. “Don’t you worry. The first shot may have been quick, but the next one will not be. And I have more than enough stamina to make sure you’ll have all the Mana you need to win the war.” He reassured her. And he spent several hours proving his words.