Hotel Chaldea Mother's Day Special

Despite everything, all the upgrades, all the training, all the strengthening processes and rituals you had ever endured...

Scathach was still an absolutely brutal taskmaster and a completely uncompromising teacher, and spending a day with her meant spending a day being pushed to the absolute limit, quite a bit beyond it, and then being pushed against and past the limits beyond the limits, to the point of being close to death itself.

And that was just the warm up!

"Not that I don't appreciate it."

Since her expression was basically permanently neutral unless something really big shook her up, that was hard to say.

As she was approaching you, you noted that her chest was shaking enticingly. The park you two were running in was quite huge and well known for its central location, and you hadn't been the only people using its paths for a run. Luckily, only those already aware of the supernatural would be able to tell anything strange was going on.

The greenery that surrounded you covered the skyline of huge buildings beyond it, and the shade of the trees felt nice as you stumbled near to the same tree that she had marked as the starting point, every step feeling like a monumental task worthy of the divine labors of Hercules.

"But I am curious - what made you choose to spend this day with me? I would've thought you would've been with your spouse,"

She adjusted her track jacket on her shoulders and adjusted her yoga pants, stretched so thin by her body that they made it blatantly obvious she was wearing no underwear, and her sports top in white was slightly transparent and thin enough that you could see her nipples right through it. She picked it intentionally, it seemed, because you knew she didn't need the support.

Supernaturally perky tits that never cause back problems are an understated advantage of immortality and eternal youth.

She also carried with her a bottle of water, which she passed to you and you almost drained the entire thing in one go, replenishing fluids as desperately as you could, your body hungry for more, but the edge of your thirst was dulled by the water.

"She had her own thing today," you pointed out, "made sure to celebrate a lot, went on a nice dinner date and everything."

You had even helped Hekate make her a happy mother's day plaque with dry pasta. It exploded, sure, but the intention to do something nice was there, and besides, Medea appreciated the thought more than the result anyway.

"I heard about an event for mothers, I think I might even have received an invitation. Not that I am much of a mother, truly," she said, closing her eyes and putting her hands on her hips. "Take another minute and then be ready, we'll start the second stage of the training program for today."

It brought an involuntary frown to your face to hear that.

Still, even though she bore children, one could say that she was hardly a motherly woman. Oh, sure, she certainly had child bearing hips, that was undeniable, but she would be the first to admit to being too harsh, too cruel and too focused on her own matters to truly embrace the role of a mother.

"You could learn. Many others have also made mistakes and grown from them. I mean, when you and I first started training I could barely throw a punch," you pointed out. For her standards, just about no one in the modern world was a truly skilled fighter. "If I can learn to fight you can learn to-"

"I have no interest in it either."

Her words were harsh, but her expression was neutral as ever.

"It seems you're quite interested in the act of conceiving a child, however," she pointed out, her expression growing perhaps a little amused as her eyes glanced to your crotch.

With the extremely tight exercise clothing she had put you in, any sort of even remote arousal would show through your pants immediately. Especially because she insisted on you not wearing any underwear to keep stuff from getting jostled.

Considering if you were in Chaldea she'd be making you do it naked, the pants were as much of a concession on the topic as you could possibly get.

Wiping the water and sweat on your face, you gathered some of the moisture still left in the bottle, almost wringing it out, on your palm and then wet and cooled your face with it, rubbing it especially against your temples, cheeks and under your jaw, the nice and cool sensation feeling like heaven.

"Maybe I am, maybe I really want to see your stomach growing with my child, you know?" you pointed out, giving her as sexy and confident a grin as you could muster. "Bet you would look incredibly hot with a baby bump."

She sighed. "You sound like Ritsuka when she was young," she said, chuckling and shaking her head.

Of course, Ritsuka had every single fetish imaginable and even some you might not even be able to imagine, apparently. At this point you didn't even question it.

"Though it is within my capabilities, of course, it's not a common act for a servant to give birth," she mused. "However, if it is the friendship of my thighs that you wish for, I suppose we can spare a couple minutes," she said.

"A couple minutes?" you asked. "That's just insulting."

"Oh? Weren't you so tired you were about to collapse moments ago?" she was taunting you, and even though her expression had only changed minutely, that slight narrowing of her eyes, the creeping mirth in her voice, that all told you she was enjoying herself. Which was good, because that was the point of going out in the first place.

"You know perfectly well, I'm always ready to satisfy," you pointed out. "Want to drop by a nearby hotel-"

"That'd be a waste of time," Scathach said. "We shall do it here."

"Out in public? You know there's like, dozens if not hundreds of people visiting the park just today."

Even in the wee hours of the morning. Hell, when you started the workout program, there were already people wandering about. Granted, most of them were people you didn't exactly think were the cream of society, but, it didn't take long for business-oriented people to start showing up. You'd think one of the most well known parks in the world wouldn't see too much criminal activity, but...

Well.

Several members of your department were going to be busy dealing with the busywork of hypnotizing people, smoothing over ruffled authorities' feathers and getting rid of nosy magi.

"Yes."

There was a pause.

"I don't particularly mind being seen," she pointed out, as she approached a nearby tree just off the carefully maintained path. "This here, this tree shall do," she said, putting a hand on the thick trunk, and running it along the bark until she reached the height of her crotch, then she took a step back and leaned forward, bending over so her ass stuck out.

You could see her cameltoe stretching the fabric, and a slight wet spot where her pussy was showing her arousal far better than the rest of her body language could. She looked back at you over her shoulder, her hair, like a curtain of wine, parting and falling over her shoulder, even as she shrugged off her jacket and let it drop.

"Let's make it a spectacle," she spoke, "perhaps some of the men who witness it might even learn a thing or two of how to please a woman."

"This isn't what I had in mind, you know? I wanted to do something to celebrate Mother's Day," you said.

"Are you complaining about getting to enjoy my body?" she asked.

"Not at all," you pointed out, "I suppose fucking a milf is the best way to celebrate mother's day."

Scathach shook her head, looking ever so slightly amused, as she put her hands back on the tree trunk and leaned against it. "Very well... perhaps..." she took a deep breath, then brought a hand to her chest, pressing it firmly and causing her breasts to grow quite noticeably, until they were so big that her sports bra was completely transparent.

While her chest was growing, she dragged her hand down, along her exposed, muscular tummy, and that also grew a little, the soft skin hiding her abs, just enough that she looked softer, rounded, then finishing up by cupping her crotch, lines of light coalescing into characters she had drawn on herself, runes, you realized.

Her hips grew a little bit wider, her butt, a bit more plush, and you could see her crotch grow immediately wetter.

"Ah, there it is," she said, "this is what I looked like, shortly after giving birth," she said. "Before my body regained its original proportions, I guess you could say this is me at my most 'milfy'," she spoke, "do come and enjoy this mother's day gift."

"You know, I'm pretty sure the mother's the one who's supposed to be getting the gift," you pointed out, as you approached the now extra milfy Scathach, who looked openly amused, her face less stiff and more open.

"That package you're carrying between your legs will make a fine tribute," she spoke, "now come and give it to me already."

Of course, she might've posited it as being for your benefit at first, but it soon became more than obvious enough that Scathach was quite interested in getting herself some motherlovin'. Well, with that sort of encouragement, who could've resisted?

Certainly no mere mortal.

Stepping up to her, you debated for a moment how to peel off her lycra pants, then forgoing that, you simply ripped a hole in them, caring little for anything other than getting to enjoy the tight confines of her pussy, instantly revealing a trembling cunt, with engorged, flared lips, already drooling tons of pussy juice.

Fishing your cock out of your pants and letting it rise firmly by itself before taking it in hand, you gave yourself a couple strokes to test the feeling and warm up before pushing in, after all she was the one who insisted a proper warm up was the only good start to exercise.

She pushed her hips back at you, using the tree as support, and seeing that, you decided maybe sometimes it was good to disregard the master's words, so instead you just pushed yourself into her hungry and greedy pussy, which was drooling madly for you.

Immediately it was a completely different experience than what you initially expected. Scathach's pussy was a well trained one, she was a very experienced woman and it showed, but the pussy of a mother was something completely different. She had a softness, a flexibility and particularly strange sensation that was nothing like how you expected her to be.

So different from the norm, Scathach was really showing you a pussy that had freshly given birth. It wasn't right to call it loose, but she wasn't really tight, there was a pressure and capacity for movement that was unusual, no, even perhaps impossible, in a normal pussy. Her hips and her pelvis also weren't quite the same shape as usual, you could tell when you looked down.

How closely had she recreated that body to the moment? A week? Days? Hours?

It was hard to tell, and you weren't even sure you wanted to know.

Instead, all that mattered was that she was feeling good, and based on the fact that she had closed her eyes and opened her mouth, completely breaking the neutral and passive expression for one of undiluted, absolute pleasure, that was a pretty good sign.

Immediately, you began moving. With a pussy so flexible it was almost fluid, you didn't need to hold back at all, and with Scathach being a little bit of a painslut on top of everything else, you could be forgiven for letting it rip. In moments your cock grew more, and soon, you were pumping a cock that would've made an ogre blush and feel inadequate at a speed so fast your hips were but blurs into a pussy that was probably feeling all too sensitive to it.

Her tongue lolled out, her eyes rolled up, and she seemed to have been serious about not caring if anyone saw, because she wasn't so much moaning as she was screaming out her pleasure for anyone to hear.

Pumping into her from behind wasn't enough, however, you needed more, to feel more of her body, so stopping for a moment, you crouched to grab her leg, hooking your hand behind the back of her knee and then raising it, making her do a vertical split, resting her left leg on your right shoulder.

At the same time, you used your then free left hand to pull her top up and off her breasts, she was leaking breast milk all over the place and had already wet it to the point it became transparent, and when you let her swollen tits out, they appeared to celebrate with squirts of milky joy.

That extraordinarily silly and mood breaking thought aside, you adjusted your position and she grabbed the tree as best she could, and then you began pumping again, this time, starting at a frenetic pace and growing faster by the second, pumping into her so hard that it sounded like an entire crowd clapping as your body smashed into hers.

Your right hand grabbed the back of her head, pulling at her hair to twist her face so you could mash your lips to hers, and the left grabbed at one of the breasts you'd liberated, squeezing at its large mass and then pinching and rolling her nipple, pulling at it before grabbing her full breast and squeezing it to make another fountain of motherly milk spray out.

Tripling your efforts to fuck her pussy, you brought her to the absolute limit with the most ruthlessly efficient pounding of a pussy that you could give, adjusting and changing your angle so that you could hit her seemingly ever-moving sweet spots. With your increased size even her super-flexible milf pussy was feeling quite tight, especially as she began to go wild on you as well.

Indeed, you could immediately tell she was starting to orgasm before it even truly went off, as her pussy suddenly seemed as tight as a virgin's for a stunning moment before she let out an extremely long and lewd moan that followed waves of pleasure coming to you as well as her orgasm translated to you.

No need to hold back, so you let the pleasure wash over you and gather in your core before exploding forward through your cock as you came into her, semen flowing into her like raging river rapids, pumping into a womb that was all too ready to accept a new filling, and was greedily holding onto everything you gave her.

Her tummy expanded a little and you were almost enchanted by the sight of it inflating with every spurt of semen. You came so much that she managed to look like she was indeed pregnant.

And then finally, after what felt like an all too short orgasm, you finished cumming, and let her leg come down again, taking a few steps back, a little staggered, breathing in and realizing you'd been holding your breath for a moment there as you did.

Almost stumbling and falling on your back, you caught yourself just in time.

Your body burned, and the reminder that you had just gone through extremely exhausting exercise was making itself apparent on your entire body.

Scathach laughed as she watched you, honestly and openly, it was actually quite nice to hear, and she seemed to be in a way better mood.

Well.

You had set out with the idea of spending mother's day making a milf's day. That oughta count, right?

Speaking about counting... that dog guy better come through on that fishing trip he promised.

Sure, fucking Scathach was all well and good, but as she recovered, it became readily apparent, she was serious about getting back to the work out after she finished draining your balls.