Chapter 21: Sex, Conquest and Esdeath (R-18)

It was a good fucking thing Agrippina was here.

After a long day of killing and fighting, there was nothing better than burying his cock in a warm, willing hole—and Agrippina?

She was more than ready to provide exactly that.

Wet. Willing. Desperate.

This was the true romance of a man—bloodshed and sex. The primal indulgence of violence followed by the ultimate reward. Every man fantasized about this when they played their games, when they dreamed of conquest—kill and fuck, take and claim.

And right now, Agrippina was showing just how much she understood that.

Her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking with hungry, desperate intensity, her cheeks hollowing as she worked her tongue along his shaft with masterful skill.

She wasn't just sucking him off—she was worshipping him, devouring his length with an eagerness that spoke of pure, unrestrained submission.

Khan let out a deep, satisfied groan, sinking back into the plush cushions of the sofa, his hand tangling into her thick golden hair.

He stroked her head in encouragement, feeling her warmth, her obedience, her dedication as she bobbed up and down, taking him in deeper with every movement.

Her throat convulsed, struggling around his size, but she didn't stop—she wouldn't dare stop.

Her only purpose at this moment was to please him.

"Yeah, just like that, Agrippina," he murmured, voice thick with approval.

She kept sucking, faster, sloppier.

"Gurgh... Gurgh... Gurgh..."

The wet, obscene sounds of her lips and throat working over his cock filled the chamber, echoing off the walls.

Saliva dripped from her mouth, smearing along her chin and down to her bare, heaving breasts.

Khan's grip on her hair tightened.

Without warning, he stood up, yanking her forward until the back of her throat pressed flush against his cock.

She gagged, her body trembling as he fucked her face mercilessly, ramming into her throat with brutal, unforgiving thrusts.

Tears welled in her emerald eyes, but she didn't resist—she couldn't resist.

She was too far gone in her own submission, too lost in the sheer power he exerted over her.

Her nails dug into his thighs as she struggled to breathe, her entire existence reduced to nothing more than a tight, wet hole for his pleasure.

And that was exactly how he wanted her—ruined, obedient, trained.

He felt the tension coil in his gut, the sheer pleasure of her throat milking him, the tight spasms around his cock pulling him closer to the edge.

"Fuck—" he growled.

And then, with one final brutal thrust, he came deep inside her mouth, filling her throat with thick, hot ropes of his seed.

Agrippina didn't falter.

She swallowed every single drop like the perfect fucking woman she was, then opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to show him that she hadn't wasted a single drop.

Khan smirked wickedly.

"Good," he said, gripping her chin, tilting her face up to meet his eyes. "You're learning, Agrippina."

"Now, show me what you're made for," Khan growled, his voice laced with dark amusement.

Agrippina obeyed. Too obedient, even—whether it was from sheer submission or some underlying scheme, Khan didn't care. Whatever her motives, the only thing that mattered was that he was about to ruin the Empress Mother.

The highest-ranked woman in Rome—second only to Nero herself.

Just the thought of it sent a thrill of power coursing through him.

What if both mother and daughter stood before him—wet, willing, and eager to be conquered?

The image burned into his mind, the idea of those two almost identical faces, pressed against either side of his cock, their ample breasts sandwiching his length as they worked in perfect unison to please him.

It was exhilarating.

Unconsciously, his throbbing, monstrous cock had already found its way into her wet, tight heat, her slick entrance stretching around his sheer girth.

The moment he pushed inside, Agrippina let out a sharp, broken gasp, her body trembling from the sudden invasion.

Khan wasted no time.

He gripped a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as he slammed himself deep inside her, his entire length buried in her to the hilt.

Gentleness wasn't in his nature.

He wasn't here to make love—he was here to take her, to wreck her, to claim Rome's most powerful woman like the conqueror he was.

Agrippina's moans grew louder, more desperate, her body unable to resist the sheer force of his thrusts.

Her large, full breasts bounced with each punishing stroke, her nails clawing at the bed, trying—and failing—to anchor herself against the ruthless pounding.

"Ahh! So deep!" she cried out, her voice hoarse, half-broken between moans and screams.

Khan only chuckled, his grip tightening on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove himself deeper, harder, filling her completely with every savage thrust.

His cock pushed against the entrance of her womb, stretching her beyond her limits, forcing her to take all of him—whether she could handle it or not.

He could feel it—her body betraying her.

No matter how proud, no matter how high her status, she was nothing more than a moaning mess beneath him now.

Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, her walls gripping him tighter, her body greedy for more.

She was breaking.

And he loved every fucking second of it.

Khan shifted her head down, arching her back to take him even deeper.

She gripped the silk sheets beneath them, her fingers white-knuckled, her entire body trembling as he pounded her relentlessly.

"You love this, don't you, Agrippina?" he growled into her ear, his breath hot against her flushed skin.

Agrippina couldn't even speak—only gasp, moan, and shudder, her eyes rolling back in sheer pleasure as her tight, drenched cunt clenched around him.

"Y-Yes—yes—YES!" she finally screamed, her voice breaking as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her.

But Khan wasn't done.

With a deep, guttural groan, he drove himself to the hilt one last time, burying himself deep inside her as he released, thick ropes of hot seed flooding her womb, filling her to the brim.

She twitched beneath him, completely wrecked, her body unable to do anything but accept it all.

And then—finally—they came together.

Agrippina let out a final shattered moan, her entire body convulsing, her thighs shaking violently as she drowned in pure, mind-breaking pleasure.

Her eyes rolled white, her expression frozen in that perfect, ruined look of bliss before collapsed onto the sheets, her breath ragged, her body twitching in mind-shattering pleasure.

Her legs were numb, her body drenched in sweat, her face buried in the sheets as she trembled in the aftermath.

She had been completely ruined.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, gripping her possessively, his hands roaming her soft, well-used flesh.

His fingers dug into her plump breasts, kneading them roughly as his still-hard cock sank back into her dripping cunt—already wrecked and stretched from the previous intense sex.

A deep, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest as he felt her warmth engulf him again, her body instinctively molding around his massive girth.

Even in sleep, she was his, her walls clenching weakly around him, milking him even as exhaustion left her unconscious.

He exhaled slowly, his grip tightening around her waist as he pressed his face into her messy, sweat-slicked hair.

The scent of sex and submission still lingered between them, thick in the air.

He closed his eyes.

And like that, he drifted into sleep, his cock still buried deep inside her, keeping her filled and claimed through the night.

When he woke up, the world around him was gone.

The void.

Again.

The warm, decadent body in his arms had vanished—replaced by the cold, endless emptiness of nothingness.

But he didn't flinch, didn't even react with surprise. He knew.

She was coming.

And then, there she was.

Sitting upon a towering glacier throne, her long, luminous blue hair cascading down her shoulders, a striking contrast to the pristine white of her military uniform.

Regal. Cold. Absolute.

His lips curled into a smirk.

Finally.

She comes.

Their eyes met—icy blue locking onto his dark, knowing gaze.

And for that moment, in that space outside of reality itself, they both felt it.

A connection.

A bond that no one in the world could ever replace.

***

Yeah, FGO in the Ancient Rome world Part 1 has already come to a conclusion. Spartacus is defeated, Agrippina has already been taken, and the rest is a threesome between mother and daughter.

Should we continue this storyline or take a break at the Rom-com fusion world? Or do you want to go to the Date A Live world, or should we head to Akame ga Kill instead?

Let me know what you think.