Fate Grand Order: Amazon Spirit 10 Almost Ready (Patreon)

(Warning: This story contains female muscle, female muscle growth, minor action-oriented violence, muscle worship, and graphic sexual content)

Gudao was getting used to this life.

Nuzzling against the muscular body of amazonian beauties, enjoying the feeling of their mighty frames pressing against him after a night of passion. He could live like this, he realized, just spend the rest of his days happy in this paradise of beautiful warriors Quetz had most likely created.

He let out a pleased hum as his face pressed against the side of Medea’s breast. The tender flesh was the only soft spot she had left; the rest was pure hardness and muscle. He idly kissed the mound of her bosom while his hand traced her abs.

A gesture Medea enjoyed, given the way she purred. “Still have energy for more, Master?”

“I’m blessed, what can I say?”

“Blessed indeed.” She grinned, turning around to hold him close and kiss him, the two smiling in joy at the gesture as their naked bodies rubbed together. “Mmm, how I wish to keep you to myself in my island, do all sorts of experiments with you.”

“You almost had that.” He pointed out with mirth. “Then Penthesilea came in and wrecked everything.”

“Too true, too true… Welp”

She suddenly stood up, completely pushing aside their amorous moment like it hadn’t even happened in the first place. Gudao’s lips comically kept puckering as his hands grasped the empty air. “Hey…!”

“We have a lot of work to do,” Medea stated as she conjured a new size-adjusted cloak and dress for herself. “We’re in unknown territory. Koyanskaya’s agents are hunting us, and she has an incredibly empowered Penthesilea with them. If you want to reunite with your friends, it’s best to make a move on.”

With a wave of her hand, Gudao’s clothing was completely restored. He sighed to himself as he ran a hand through his dark locks. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.” With his arousal diminishing, he stood up and dusted himself off. “Wouldn’t be right to just fool around all day.”

“Do not worry, Master.” Medea winked at him. “That can come later.”

“Was gonna come now, but…”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Men,”

The two ventured forth outside the cave, shielded from the snowstorm by Medea’s magic. Even the loud winds were barely an obstacle as he talked to her. “So, the next course of action would be to find out where we are.”

“Now that I’m at full health, and my powers have received quite the tasty boost.” She grinned. “It’s a simple matter.” Medea suddenly frowned. “Though… hmm, I’m feeling a vast number of mana signatures in the area, two of them are very powerful servants.”

“So we have amazons here?”

“No doubt. But… there is no mistaking it, half of those signatures come from aberrations.”

“Aberrations.” He repeated. “You mean, demons?”

“Indeed,” Medea confirmed. She quickly grabbed him by the waist, lifting him up as Medea flew through the air. “Hang on tight!”

Gudao yelped as they moved through the snowstorm with unparalleled speeds; the terrain moved in a blur. The tundra advanced, showing mountains and snow-capped peaks, revealing just how vastly this snowy landscape stretched. Gudao once more marveled at the size of this singularity.

“There they are!” Medea pointed, and from their position in the air, Gudao was able to observe a grandiose sight.

A battle.

There were demons, dozens and dozens of them. From small goblin-like on oni of Japan, to the giant ogres with red, blue, and green skin. They were fighting a force of armored women dressed in Japanese armor. Segmented silk armor, armed with katana, naginata, bows, and odaichi. They fought the monsters with exceptional precision and skill, thinning their numbers.

Yet it wasn’t the number of warriors and monsters battling that was the most eye-catching sight.

It was the huge explosions going off nearby. The blasts of snow rising in the air as though land mines detonated underneath. But it wasn’t due to explosives; rather, it was from the terrible clash between two immensely powerful individuals.

He heard the familiar laughter of Shuten-Doji, who celebrated in joy as her claws clashed against a blade clad in purple lightning. The familiar and incredibly attractive figure of a woman clad in a purple spandex fought with immense ferocity and hatred, looking at Shuten like her mere existence was the gravest of insults. Raikou fought with such supreme skill and ferocity that it took a monster of Shuten’s caliber to match her head on.

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