Fate Grand Order; Amazon Spirit 11 More Progress (Patreon)

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

It’d have been two days since Medea left in search of his sister and their friends. He supposed it would take time, after all, this was a big singularity with lots of ground to cover. And he was certain Gudako and the others would still be on the move.

So, for the time being, it meant he needed to stay put in Raikou’s fortress, under her watchful eye.

With all the good and bad that entailed.

Raikou was adamant about keeping the women under her charge from using the Amazon Spirit below a certain threshold. Effectively holding them back and making them adhere to a highly strict training regimen, which included plenty of discipline and self-control.

He didn’t know if she actually thought that was keeping them safe from the temptations of power, of falling into Koyanskaya’s hands and her potions, or if this was another of her weird hang-ups about ‘decency’.

And yes, remembering the type of swimwear Raikou would use on summer, Gudao was very aware that Raikou’s standards were selective at best, and completely delusional at worst.

His situation was made all the more complex ever since that night with Meiko. The girl was already displaying greater strength, catching Raikou’s attention. She had no idea this was because of his Blessing, and he was worried about how she might react. You never knew with Raikou. That woman’s Berserker ‘habits’ could flare up at the worst possible moment.

Gudao needed to show restraint. He needed to keep the urges of his blessing under control. He had almost complete control over his desires and how aroused his body could become. But even that ability had its limits. There was only so much he could take when being surrounded by women who were actively repressing themselves so much. He could feel it, the swirl of Amazonian power bottled up, crammed together all in one place, struggling to spill like a plugged pipe. The energy that did manage to seep through the cracks was… intoxicating.

These women were ordered to keep their instincts and their pride completely under wraps, weighed down by layers and layers of strict discipline and duty as instilled by Raikou. The Berserker couldn’t feel what he felt, couldn’t see how she was creating a time bomb.

He tried to tell her, in a way that might lead to her seeing things his way, as the two observe a group of ten women go through several martial arts stances. “I’m just saying, the Amazonian Spirit is natural here. Letting them use as much as they can is what these women do.”

“I have already explained my reasons,” Raikou said as she watched them all with a critical eye. “Too much unchecked power gives birth to warlords and monsters. It does not fill; it deepens your cravings for such strength. My warriors are peerless in their discipline; they make do with only what is necessary.”

“Don’t you think it might be harming them?” He suggested. “Keeping all that energy pent up inside them?”

“You make it sound like they’re men, driven by their base urges.” She snorted, shaking her head in amusement. “No offense to you, Master. You are a man of superior quality after all.”

“Right…” He muttered. “So what if someone under your command chooses to follow the Amazon path with more… carelessness?”

“It has happened.”

Her confession surprised him. “What?”

“There have been… deserters, before you arrived.” She sounded pained by the admission, like it was an affront to her honor. “A number of my women have chosen to side with another warlord who is growing her power in the area. Financed and empowered by Koyanskaya’s concoctions of course…”

“Not Shuten?”

“Believe it or not, that vermin is not the cause of every problem around her. Some people will do everything to advance in the Tournament, and it is my duty to make sure they are not granted audience to Quetzalcoatl if they are unworthy.” Purple eyes looked at him with concern. “Which is why I must go to the town where their forces are gathering. I shall take a squad to deal with them.”

“But the castle will be defenseless then.” Gudao pointed out. “Shuten might seize the opportunity.”

“Tch, that insect only likes to tease me. She will not bring her forces to bear while I’m away.” She scoffed with annoyance. “You’ll be safe with my warriors, I assure you.”

He mused on it for a moment before nodding. “Alright, I trust you.”

Her demeanor changed instantly, becoming bright and joyful in a second. “Awww, it means so much to me that you trust your mother that much!”

Gudao yelped as she hugged him. Tightly. Even without the Amazon Spirit empowering her muscles, Raikou still had monstrous strength.

And the impressive bust smoothing against his chest was…

He pulled all his willpower to ensure his body wouldn’t react.

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It was nighttime, Raikou and her troops had left hours ago.

Gudao sighed and took off his jacket, leaving him in his black undershirt and pants. He stayed in his room, meditating in front of lit incense, letting the smells calm his body and mind.

The Amazon Spirit wanted to flow freely among all the women of the castle. It called to him, begged him to set them free.

Deep breaths, in and out.

Control. Discipline. Restraint.

If he lost control while Raikou was away, if he turned this fortress of discipline into an army of unbridled amazons…

He… was going to be scolded so hard…

He took another deep breath. In and out. The smell of incense was the only thing on his mind. Just the burnt… fruit?

Wait, that’s not right.

He opened his eyes in confusion… and fell back with a shout at the pale face suddenly inches from his.

Shuten grinned widely, showing her sharp incisors.

“Hiiiii~” She cooed while crawling over his torso.

And kissed him.

Gudao let out a muffled gasp. The… The taste. Of delicious fruits and alcohol. It relaxed him a hundred times better than any incense and meditation could.

His muscles loosened, his mind grew hazy and…

Darkness.

End of the progress