Mordred's Victory.
 
Artoria's blade once again clashed with Mordred's blade as the two of them dueled atop a hill piled high with the corpses of their own knights. The two dueling commanders were all that was left of the two mighty hosts of soldiers that had met in battle for their chosen king. The two were perfectly matched, with neither being able to get a solid advantage over the other. What Mordred lacked in defense and grace, she made up for with offense and ferocity.
 
"Come on Arthur, you must be getting tired by now!" Mordred huffs and puffs as Artoria emotionlessly stares her so called son in the eyes. Half of Mordred's armor had been destroyed by an attack from Artoria that she was only barely capable of dodging and had managed to knock Artoria's lance away from her. Forcing the King of Knights to return to doing battle with Excalibur alone. facem
 
Artoria remains silent, her eyes betraying no emotion despite the true tragedy that has unfolded. She has said all she was going to say to Mordred already, and would not say any more to her son about the matter of her treachery. There was no place for words on the field of battle, Artoria and Mordred would decide things between the two of them with their blades alone, yet both sides had begun to tire already, and the killing blow would eventually meet one of the combatants.
 
[Ending 1: Absorption]
 
Mordred slashes wide with her blade, an overhead strike that would cleave Artoria in two if it struck, but such a thing could never have happened. She was simply to quick and two skilled to be hit with such an attack, and would now bring the battle to an end as a result. Artoria dodged to the side of Mordred's clumsy attack and returned with an attack of her own, thrusting Excalibur directly into Mordred's chest and piercing through the girl who had tried to steal the throne. "This is the end." Artoria attempts to pull her blade out of Mordred in order to allow the girl to fall, but finds herself incapable of doing so?
 
She pulls with all her might yet is completely incapable of removing her blade from the chest of her spawn. "For you father? You're right." Mordred allows her armor to entirely fall away as her victory is confirmed for her, the enchantment placed upon her body by her mother had activated, and now all she needed to do was taunt her father and wait for her to disappear inside. After all, Artoria only had a single option, she had to recover her sword from Mordred before Mordred could attack her! Yes try as she might to remove the sword, Excalibur only seemed to sink deeper and deeper into Mordred!
 
Had she been able to see behind Mordred, she would've noticed that her legendary sword was being completely liquefied as it was absorbed and sucked into her body to be used for her ascendance as king, as Artoria herself would be the very moment she touched her son's stomach. Artoria struggled and struggled to remove her sword and Mordred cackled with mad laughter as she finally got to see the panicked desperate face of the king who ruled without emotion. Her father was still being drawn closer and closer to her and the cross guard of Excalibur disappeared into Mordred also.
 
This should've been where Artoria noticed what was happening and released the hilt of her blade, but she foolishly did not. The moment that part of Artoria's body touched Mordred's bare muscled belly was the moment that Artoria's loss was truly sealed. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw her hand beginning to sink into Mordred's muscled but oddly soft and doughy belly. "What... What is the meaning of this?!" Artoria finally allows herself to talk, and Mordred can only laugh as she responds to the angry barks of her father.
 
"You never accepted me, father. So I'm going to accept you instead, I'm going to accept all of you into me. You can help me rule Camelot as my unthinking ass fat!" Artoria's arm sank deeper into Mordred as she continued trying to pull away. There was no visible bulge as Artoria was absorbed by her treacherous son, and she could only wonder what exactly was going to happen to her when she was fully drawn inside. Of course, she would die, she understood that and had already accepted that this battle was Mordred's victory. She had successfully been disarmed by the fierce warrior three times, and now was caught in an attack that she already knew she had no chance of escaping.
 
"I... understand." Artoria's voice was solemn and quiet as instead of trying to struggle, she simply reached her other hand up to Mordred's belly and pressed against it, causing it to happily accept the additional limb it was being offered. "Make good use of me, Mordred." Her impending death had given Artoria some clarity, by herself, Artoria was simply not powerful enough to protect Camelot, and this battle would likely have ended in the destruction of her kingdom regardless of this personal battle with Mordred, but now, as she is guided to her new destiny as power and pudge for her muscular child.
 
"F-father?" Mordred stutters as Artoria gladly accepts her fate. She continues pushing herself into the belly of Mordred with great speed, she had no wish to delay her own demise, let her get on with being absorbed completely already, she was prepared to vanish for the sake of her kingdom, and she would pick the route that had the slightest chance of causing Camelot to survive instead of ensuring the destruction of everything.
 
"Goodbye Mordred." Artoria says her last words to her son as she sinks her head into the body of the girl, and then, all Mordred can hear are the caws of birds flying overhead, ready to feast upon the dead. Mordred is unable to even enjoy her ultimate triumph over her Father as she continues to absorb the rest of her. Artoria's solemn acceptance of her fate had been the complete opposite of what Mordred had wanted. She wanted her father to beg and squirm and plead for forgiveness as she was sentenced to her new fate. She didn't want her to actually accept it!
 
Mordred frowned as she looked at Artoria's legs hanging limply as they were slowly sucked up. She only felt bitter after claiming the victory she had wanted for so long over her father. The only good part about this was how much nicer it felt to eat people this way compared to normally, but that wasn't much consolation for how she was feeling right now.
 
"Goodbye, father." Mordred muttered as the tips of Artoria's boots disappeared inside of her, and the magic truly got to work. Breaking down the king kept inside of her and turning her into raw material to strengthen Mordred and make her the next king. Her body changed upon absorbing the entirety of her father, not only did she become twice as powerful by eating her father, but her breasts became enormous! Unlike the flat chest that belonged to both her and her father, she had somehow managed to develop huge breasts as a result of consuming the last king!
 
The battle was over though, and King Mordred would return to Camelot victorious over her father, and would be hailed as the greatest king to ever rule Britain after managing to bring an everlasting Golden Age thanks to having absorbed her father. Though it wasn't just absorbing her father that made such a thing possible, she turned the magic against Morgan herself shortly after returning to Camelot, and also upon any other promising looking warrior or spellcaster that dared show up in Britain.
 
King Mordred was as powerful and wise as she was endlessly hungry, and she was all too happy to feed her hunger...
 
[Ending 2: Oral]
Mordred ducks underneath a slash of Artoria's that went wide, and uses the opportunity to tackle her father to the floor, leading the two powerful women to both drop their swords and begin to wrestle with each other for dominance. Mordred quickly detached the last of her armor for the sake of agility and the two girls were completely evenly matched on the floor just as they were with their swords, but Mordred was slowly working an advantage over her Father that her father could not possibly expect as a viable finishing move.
 
Mordred was trying to maneuver Artoria in such a way that she would be able to fit her feet in her mouth and devour her. It was a special swallowing technique that Morgan had taught her, a dark magic technique that very few were capable of replicating unless they had the aptitude for it. It required a special method, but it was a technique for swallowing somebody that was said to bring such great pleasure to the victim that they would beg to be eaten, all that was required was the first attempt to swallow while using the technique and the prey would quite literally try to feed you themselves if they were given half the chance. A truly devilish technique. Its only limitation was that it wouldn't be able to work unless there was at least some part of the prey that wished to be swallowed, no matter how small it might be, even the slightest thought would be amplified to a mind rending level.
 
Artoria believed herself to be winning the wrestling, and was planning on breaking one of Mordred's legs in order to finish her, but before she could do so, she felt something strange and wet around her two feet. Strange, wet and... absolute divine. The greatest feeling she had ever felt in her entire life swept over her as she felt intense pleasure spreading throughout her body from that single point, and she wanted... no, she needed more! She looks to the source of the pleasure only to see her son starting to greedily shovel her deeper into her mouth, to which Artoria only had praise. "Yes! Yes Mordred! Devour me! Put me in my place! Make me feel good! Yes! You deserve this!" Mordred blinked in confusion as she continued to consume her father feet first. "Swallow me up! Digest me!" The pleasure was completely overwhelming Artoria's mind as Mordred's lips continued their journey up Artoria's body, and by the time she had reached Artoria's privates, the woman immediately came in her mouth screaming in lustful pleasure, Mordred didn't pay the sudden flavor addition much mind as she continued eating her father with very little difficulty.
 
Artoria was in a post orgasm afterglow, delirious as she continued on her journey down into the hungry belly of her son. "Yes... Mordred. Digest me... Make me into your... your shit. It's all that I'm good for..." There's a goofy smile on Artoria's face, and Mordred almost feels shame for having reduced her father to such state with a technique with a forbidden and evil technique. Mordred continued to swallow until all that was left outside of Mordred's mouth was her head. "This is it. My destiny as shit..." Artoria was so overwhelmed by the pleasure of being eaten by Mordred, that she was quite literally forgetting who she was as a person, preferring only to think of herself as the future bowel movement of her beautiful predator.
 
Mordred swallowed one last time and then made a disgusted sound as Artoria disappeared down her throat forever. "You really liked being eaten didn't ya?" Mordred mused to herself, and found herself wondering if it was simply the spell alone that caused the amplification of a tiny thought which received such a powerful reaction, or if Artoria really did in some capacity possess the ability to enjoy the idea of being swallowed and turned into shit. Mordred of course knew that it didn't really matter anyway. As Artoria had already had her mind completely shattered by Mordred's magical technique, the muffled voice from her bulging belly begging to be digested, it was really pathetic to see her Father reduced to this, but it made Mordred's victory all the sweeter regardless.
 
She ambled away from the site of the battle, the sole survivor of Camlann Hill, and began heading back towards Camelot. Her swaying belly gurgling as Artoria digested away within her. It was a long walk back to Camelot from here, and unfortunately, all of the horses had been slain in cavalry charges, not that she'd have much luck with finding a horse willing to allow her to ride on its back with her huge stomach anyway. As she walked along a lonely path back to Camelot, her belly still containing her father, who was more slop than king at this point, began to shudder.
 
Mordred had to stop for a few seconds, as she let out a tremendous belch that was loud enough to scare the birds from the trees! She also feels something flying from her mouth as she burps, and watches it clatter to the floor. Artoria's crown, partially melted in some places, and horribly battered and dented, but unmistakably the crown of the king. Mordred quickly recovers the damaged crown and plops it upon her head. She hadn't honestly counted on her stomach being able to digest the crown itself, and finds herself relieved that she belched it out.
 
Within Mordred, Artoria was still conscious, her body was a sloppy mess of which not even a single bone or hair remained and she should have long since died, but her soul remained attached to the remains of her body instead of passing on, and she got to experience every glorp and every gurgle of her messy digestion and absorption into Mordred's body as it had it's way with her, the technique used on Artoria would continue to remain active while any of Artoria remained in Mordred's body, and she would still be trying to pleasure herself if she was capable of doing more than just watching as the remains of her body were slowly absorbed into Mordred to fuel her. While Artoria's own soul remained attached to the dwindling mass that used to be a mighty king as it continued down on its journey towards Mordred's anus.
 
Mordred laughed with relief, she'd been walking for quite some time on her journey back to Camelot, and had finally managed to find herself an Inn to rest at. She tapped her fingers on her now pregnant looking belly, and was glad to see that other than raising her cup size by one or two, Artoria had not made a single impact on her muscled body. Her Father was ready to come out now though, and Mordred was very pleased that she was going to be able to dispose of her father in a proper toilet instead of in a forest somewhere, while she wouldn't have cared all too much herself, she wanted to use a toilet just so she could grant Artoria a new 'throne', one fitting for the King of Shit she had become.
 
After a brief chat with the woman who owned the inn, Mordred went to the toilets in order to relieve herself, the toilet itself wasn't really much more than a seat with a hole in in, positioned above a large pit full of human excretions. "Come on... Father..." Mordred grunted and strained as she started to exert herself to force the log of shit that her father had become out of her body. "It's time you met... your new subjects!" With a roar of triumph, Mordred finally managed to evacuate the large coil of shit from her ass, the solid lump splattering on the rest of the shit. Mordred pinched her nose as she peered down into the pit for one last look at her father, while her bones and hair had been fully digested, some scraps of fabric and armor that the ex king once wore were vaguely visible in the large coil, and Mordred looked at herself in a mirror quickly, pleased with the fact that none of her pathetic Father had stuck on her frame and she was still just as muscled as ever. She was especially happy with her body's handiwork and patted her firm muscled abs with a smile. Still, despite the energy that she had gained from the digestion of her father, she went to rest. She had a kingdom to claim tomorrow.
 
Trapped in the toilet, Artoria however could only scream... or at least try to. The effect of the spell had finally worn off now she had left Mordred's body, and she had found her soul bound to the heap of shit she had become. She desperately tried to do anything that might remedy her situation, or even allow her to die, but she could not. She was going to be trapped in the coil of shit that she had been turned into forever, there would be no escape for her soul. Mordred had not only granted her a new throne as the King of Shit, but she had denied the king the chance of ever going to the Throne of Heroes, the only thing that really kept Artoria sane was the fact that once every so often, Mordred made a pilgrimage to her toilet in order to drop off whoever she last had as a meal, most of the times she'd even tell her who it was being added to her kingdom of shit. First it was the owner of the Inn herself in order to ensure Mordred's private ownership of the Inn, then it was a wannabe hero trying to liberate the kingdom from the Tyrant Mordred, another time it was a family of tasty looking peasants that had struck Mordred as needing to be eaten.
 
Thus the story of the once King of Britain ended, pathetically eaten by her son, digested while she enjoyed it, and dumped into a toilet without much fanfare...
 
[Ending 3: Anal]
Artoria slashes downwards with her blade and ends up connecting with Mordred's already mostly shattered armor, causing the sword to stick itself in the ground and the last of the armor covering Mordred's rear to finally fall from her frame. Mordred quickly capitalizes on Artoria's moment of vulnerability and grabs the back of her Father's head roughly, forcing Artoria off of her feet and to her knees as she pulls forwards violently. Artoria loses her grip on her blade as Mordred painfully grabs hold of her hair, she's about to put up proper resistance to the attack until her face is pulled in front of Mordred's ass and...
 
"Pfraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!" Mordred's ass lets a blast of stinking gas explode right in Artoria's face, choking and dazing her as the terrible smell gets stuck to her! She feels her plans for escape from Mordred's grip fading away as the awful smell becomes all she can focus on.
 
"What's the matter, Father? You don't like the smell of my ass?" Mordred asks with mock concern as she looks behind her to she the dazed face of her father, the blast of stinking air from her asshole had completely stunned Artoria, and Mordred, noticing that her ass seemed to have some increased effect on her father, let loose another obnoxiously loud blast of gas in her face causing Artoria to gag and start choking on the noxious fumes. "It must smell really bad back there!" Mordred laughed wildly as she started to force Artoria's head closer to her ass, before she placed Artoria's face right next to her spincther. "I've got another one coming up for you, Father!"
 
"PRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAARPPPPPPPPPPP" This time, her fart is truly monumental, the sound as great as a tree smashing to the floor, and Artoria is exposed to the full force of the fart at point-blank range, the stench was so awful that all Artoria wanted was to be able to get away from it, she would trade her entire kingdom for the chance to escape the foul expulsions of her son! Her request however, was about to be fulfilled, though in the worst possible way for her. Mordred's ass seemed to be doing something... strange. It was somehow sucking in air! Artoria felt her loose strands of hair beginning to be pulled in by the vacuum, and at that moment, her senses returned to her! If she didn't get away from Mordred's ass now, she was going to do worse than just expose her to her toxic gas!
 
With all her strength Artoria tried to pull her head away from the vacuum of Mordred's ass, but despite having tremendous strength fitting of legendary hero, she couldn't break Mordred's hold! The girl was completely unaware of what her ass was doing as she was trying her hardest to summon up another fart to treat Artoria too! Her ass... It was subconsciously trying to turn Artoria into Mordred's next fart! The vacuum effect only got stronger and stronger until finally Artoria's head was plunged into Mordred's ass.
 
Mordred moves her hand away as she feels something weird going on with her ass, it feels... nice. Like her Father was doing something... she couldn't describe it, but for some reason it felt really good! She cranes her head backwards to see her Father's head obscured from view by her own ass, and wrongly assumed that Artoria had taken it upon herself to rim her, having become addicted to her scent. Of course, Mordred hadn't ever had somebody so intimate with her ass before, so she was unable to recognize the true source of her pleasure. It felt good not because Artoria was eating out her ass, but because her ass was eating up Artoria.
 
Artoria attempted to shout something, but the vacuum of Mordred's anus left her completely breathless, and she was powerless to stop herself from being sucked inside further as the suction only got more powerful. She felt the walls of the intestine wriggling against her as she was pulled in deeper and deeper, rapidly more than just Artoria's head was consumed by Mordred's ass-cheeks, her body rapidly followed, and her legs were sent inside even faster! Meanwhile, on the outside, Mordred didn't even have a bulge, the strange magic of her ass has managed to somehow compress Artoria in a way that didn't show any evidence outside her body!
 
In a process that took only a minute, Artoria was completely inside of Mordred's anus. The suction had finally stopped, and she found herself stuck , her leather boots could still touch the exit to the intestines. Mordred had stopped drawing her further in, so then that could only mean that she wasn't going to be sent towards her stomach! She wasn't going to be digested! Mordred was merely teasing her!
 
"Oh! This is gonna be a big one, I can tell!" Mordred can suddenly feel a huge pressure in her anus, and though she can no longer feel her Father's face rubbing against her ass, she was certain she hadn't gone anywhere. "Get ready, Father! This is going to be the biggest one yet!" Artoria couldn't hear Mordred from within the anus, and, hoping that the victor would show her some mercy, prepared to call out to her captor. "Mordred, I-!"
 
"PRRFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT!" Mordred was right! This was the greatest one yet! Her fart this time was loud enough to be heard for miles around, as even those in Camelot heard the resounding noise of their king's last hurrah, one single filthy note announcing the end of their old king and the rise of another. It wasn't just Artoria's physical body that was transformed into Mordred's fart though, absolutely every aspect of her being was used in order to fuel the almighty fart. Her powers, her magic, her mind and even her very soul! All of it had been broken down and converted to nothing but a fart loud enough to be heard across the country!
 
"Father, did you enjoy my ass? I know I enjo-" Mordred turns around, expecting to see her father's unconscious body utterly defeated by her ass. Oh, Artoria was utterly defeated by Mordred's ass alright, and it's only when Mordred can see the brown smeared dress on the floor that she puts together what she thinks must have happened. Her father... her father had fed herself to her ass! She must've loved her farts so much that she decided she wanted to be one herself! Mordred picks up the filthy dress and embraces it! "Oh... Father! You finally accepted me!" Mordred never does uncover the truth about what happened, preferring instead to believe that it was by choice whenever her newest lover was claimed and converted. Most men and women that bedded Mordred didn't last through the night, and not a single one managed to last a week before finding themselves falling victim to her hungry ass.
 
Mordred didn't mind getting to transform so many into her gas though, it was truly good to be the king.
 
[Ending 4: Cock]
 
Mordred, knowing that in a battle of swords alone, it was anybody's game, knew that she had to do something drastic. She thrust her sword out, intending for her father to block it and attempt a counter. Of course, her scheme worked perfectly, as while her father was busy trying to make a counter attack against the slash, Mordred was already following through with her true attack, a punch aimed right at Artoria's gut.
 
Her fist connects with Artoria perfectly, and the sudden pain causes the King of Knights to drop her sword to the floor in agony and drop to one knee. "That's it then, I win father." Mordred pointed the tip of her sword at Artoria's neck, a warning not to make any sudden movements of else she would be meeting her end from the point of the blade. She then booted Excalibur far far away, as far as her incredible strength would allow. There would be no surprise comebacks for Artoria now, she had lost.
 
"You've won. What are you waiting for? Kill me." Artoria growls.
 
"Not yet I won't, first, I have something that requires a little bit of... attention, and I think you can provide just what I'm looking for, Father." Mordred suddenly magically strips off her lower armor, which falls to the ground before slowly and gently lifting her fabric loincloth underneath to reveal a dainty looking feminine cock.
 
"Y-you have one of those too?" For the first time, Artoria finds herself fearful, while she was prepared to die, she wasn't quite prepared to be used as a sex object by her own son.
 
"That's right, and you'd be surprised with just how much I can do with it, but I think you'll be getting very familiar with it's capabilities shortly, Father." There's a smile of a true beast on Mordred's face as she waves the petite penis about in front of Artoria's face. "Now, take off your armor."
 
"Y-you... you want me to service you?" Artoria stutters in shock as Mordred inches closer to her, but she still obeys the orders of her victorious son, removing the metal pieces from her armored dress.
 
Mordred gazes at Artoria in satisfaction before she responds. "Pfft, don't be ridiculous. I want you to feed me, Father. I want to feel you disappear up my schlong, twitching and squirming as you beg me for mercy, and then I want to feel you struggle as melt you into my cum in my balls." Mordred starts stroking her petite penis, which slowly starts to grow with every completed stroke. "Then I'll blow my load all over your throne!" A threat that Mordred has every intention to follow up with.
 
"D-d-don't be ridiculous, I could never fit inside that thing!" Artoria watched Mordred stroke her small penis, which was rapidly transforming into a very large penis.
 
Every time Mordred stroked her cock, it gained another inch of length and a significant amount of girth as well, when Mordred's cock had the thickness of an arm, Artoria realized just how serious her son was about melting her into her orgasm "Are you sure? I think you'll be the perfect size to fit actually." Mordred's stroking stopped as her cock finally stopped growing, the monster her tiny thing had transformed into was was about as thick as Artoria's head, and almost the size of Mordred's entire body. "What do you think, Father? Is it not a mighty Lance fight for a knight?"
 
Artoria is unable to respond to Mordred's question, her face currently being forced into a bizarre kiss with the tip of Mordred's lance which was slowly opening up to accept the king inside of it. Despite her seemingly hopeless situation, Artoria did not allow herself to give up. She would not allow herself to be disposed of in such a humiliating way by her own son! She raised her arms and pushed against the tip of Mordred's mighty cock, and it doing so, simply trapped herself further, her arms sinking all the way into the hungry phallus. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Artoria tries to scream for mercy, but her words fall on deaf ears as she is drawn deeper within the monstrous cock, and with a shriek of pleasure from Mordred, Artoria's head finally enters into the cock.
 
"Yes! Yes! Oh Father! You feel sooooo good!" Mordred yelled in bliss as she felt Artoria truly begin her journey to becoming nothing but her cum. She had intensified her struggles since she began her quest to become Mordred's semen, but it did little to prevent the giant cock from swallowing her tiny breasts with ease. Mordred was unable to control her cock now, and it suddenly pointed towards the sky, the massive erection from the excitement allowing it to use gravity to hasten its meal's descent. Mordred watched the kicking legs of her Father with awe as she watched Artoria get slurped into the shaft. Her cock's meal was still wearing all of her clothing but it didn't do a thing to stop it's quick consumption of the food it had been provided now only her boots remained outside of the phallus. "Goodbye Father!" Mordred playfully teases her future orgasm as she travels down the shaft and towards her balls, eventually settling in Mordred's left nut and making it annoyingly lopsided. The hairless skin of her ball sack was stretched thin by the presence of Artoria, a perfect imprint of Artoria's entire body could be seen through Mordred's skin, curled up in a tight ball and waiting helplessly for her digestion.
 
Mordred tried to keep Artoria's cumgestion slow, she didn't want to be overcome with lust before she could reach Camelot once more, and Artoria remained alive within Mordred's sack for far longer than she would have had Mordred simply allowed her cock to have its way with her. Artoria was outraged as she stewed in Mordred's balls, but her muffled shouts of protest were impossible for Mordred to hear as she continued her difficult journey back to Camelot with her overloaded ballsack, though it's not like Mordred really cared about what Artoria might have to say about her impending fate.
 
Finally, Mordred finally reached the gates of the city and was let in by the guards, who quickly recognized her as the true king, now that she had slain her Father on the field of battle. They wanted to question the king on her huge engorged ball sack, but both of the men decided it would be best to allow the king to go unquestioned as she strolled past them and towards the castle.
 
Artoria's transformation into cum had finally begun now, Mordred was no longer holding herself back in order to keep her meal alive, and simply wanted her load to be ready by the time she reached Artoria's throne. She had honestly had enough of having to carry her Father's useless ass around in her balls, even if she did appreciate the additional layer of humiliation it added onto her triumph over her. Within the testicle, Artoria was simply forced to remain still as the cum surrounding her started to bubble and heat up. She knew what was going to happen to her, and though she frantically tried to struggle to escape from her fate, all she managed to do was make Mordred's balls wobble a little as she journeyed towards the throne room.
 
Artoria tried to scream one final time, hoping that somebody would be able to hear her and aid their king, but all that came out was a pitiful "GLORP" as a wad of cum coursed out her own throat. Her lungs having been converted into Mordred's seed already, she spends her last few seconds as a conscious being silently sobbing as she breaks down into nothing but thick creamy spunk for her son to splatter wherever she feels like.
 
Mordred had of course already reached her destination, and stood defiantly in front of the cum king's throne with a smile on her face as she whipped out her penis and began stroking it to get it back to it's full size. When it was once again at full-mast, she pointed the cannon-like organ straight at Artoria's old throne and began to pump her cock with great force, slowly at first, and then quicker, then she reached her maximum pace as her pumping blossomed into a blissful orgasm. "Faatheeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Mordred screams in satisfaction as the spooge that was once Artoria Pendragon shoots out of the cock and towards her throne and coats every inch of it with Mordred's thick cum.
 
Mordred can't help but cackle as she looks at the clothing splattered on the throne, undigested by the attentions of her ballsack. The blue dress that Artoria was so fond of was sitting on the throne with the sleeves of the dress laying on the armrests of the mighty throne, it almost looked as if the once mighty owner of the dress has simply turned into semen as she was sitting there as cum dripped out of the empty sleeves. By the base of the throne were Artoria's two leather boots, up-turned and leaking their cummified contents into the already large mess on and around the throne.
 
Mordred inspects the remains as they stain the throne that once belonged to them. "You know, I don't think you were a very good King of Knights, Father. But they might just have to start calling you the King of Orgasms from now on! You were the best I've ever had!" King Arthur became but a footnote in history, and was 'nothing but fodder for the mighty Lance of Mordred' as the tales tell. Not even worthy of being recognized as a Heroic Spirit by the Throne of Heroes and simply left to her fate as her own son's semen.
 
Mordred was not a successful ruler. She herself was known as the King of Cocks after her consumption of Artoria had woken a terrible hunger inside of her, a fitting title for the king who completely depopulated the entire island of Britain over her long reign, converting millions of people into her spunk. Going from one village to the next and sucking each and every one of them inside to meet their sticky dooms.
 
Should a Master ever have the bad luck of summoning her, they would quickly find themselves her first victim, and the King of Cocks would go on to turn every other living thing she could find into her cum too.
 
[Ending 5: Breast]
 
Artoria successfully knocks Mordred's sword from her hands with a successful upward slash, and she leaves her son completely defenseless as she points Excalibur at her throat. "Surrender now, Mordred, so that I may carry out my verdict on you." Mordred was beaten, she had no chance but to allow her armor to fall to the floor as she held her hands up, her Father had defeated her in a contest of blades, she had to acknowledge that, but to think that she was beaten just because of that much was far too foolish of the King of Knights. She should've known better than to believe that a seemingly defeated opponent would not hold a final trump card to use to their advantage, and Mordred's was...
 
"A-ah! My bra!" Unclipping the hook holding her bra together and exposing her petite breasts for all the world to see. She puts on an act as she pretends to try to hide them. "Y-you must've damaged my clothes!" She starts rubbing her breasts just like her mother had told her. One of those magical trump cards that she placed upon Mordred in the event that she would be defeated, a powerful form of mind control that used the caster's breasts as the focus for the spell, the larger the breasts of the caster, the more powerful the effect. Mordred cursed her almost flat chest, but she still persevered, there was a chance that it would work anyway, right?
 
Artoria was staring at the small mounds of flesh as Mordred wiggled and shook them about in an almost hypnotic motion, and she could feel a pleasant haze settling over her mind. Mordred... she sure is cute. In fact, Artoria had never really felt this way about Mordred before, but why did she even dislike the girl? It seemed like every negative emotion in her mind was slowly being destroyed as Mordred continued rubbing herself.
 
Mordred was actually kinda scared that her Father was giving her such a warm smile now, but she continued on with her attempt, more and more of Artoria's willpower was draining away as she continued to stare at Mordred's breasts, and suddenly, without warning, she dropped her sword to the floor. Moving forwards to grope the two small breasts for herself.
 
"F-father?!" Mordred hadn't expected the last ditch effort to actually work, but here she was, having her own father massaging her breasts with a brainless smile on her face. "Y-yeah, like that!" Mordred decided that she may as well enjoy it while she was able. As she had to hide her identity, she had barely ever had any sexual experiences with people, only her Mother had ever been willing to do anything with her.
 
Artoria quickly graduated onwards from rubbing Mordred's breasts, and began to suckle on her nipples instead, though she was disappointed at her ability to extract any milk from the breasts. It was plainly obvious to Artoria just what she had to do upon seeing the breasts of her lover so barren and flat. She needed to help her to grow bountiful hills! She suddenly inserted her tongue right into Mordred's nipple, which curiously expanded open to allow such a thing.
 
"Ah! Father? What are you doing?!" The pleasure from Artoria's suckling suddenly increases ten-fold as she feels something entering her left boob through the nipple, and she looked down to see a scene like something out of her dreams. Her Father, the King, was feeding herself to her breasts. She looked down just in time to see the yawning nipple expand over Artoria's face and head, causing her left boob to suddenly look as if it were huge while her right was pitifully tiny. Mordred was just glad that it seems her breasts had some sort of natural elasticity to them that allowed them to stretch over something so much bigger than they were.
 
Artoria was impossibly cramped already as she entered the breast, and this didn't cause her to rethink things at all, but only encouraged her to keep going! She needed to feed herself to Mordred's breasts after feeling how tight they were! It was only fair if they were plumped up by somebody as worthless as she was!
 
Despite clearly not looking like it was fit for the task, Mordred's left tit just continued to draw Artoria inside. Slowly but surely creeping over her shoulders and then over her own breasts, all the while expanding more and more. Mordred really did start to wonder if she would burst like some sort of overstuffed tic, but she had no need to worry. She was more than capable of easily fitting a woman twice Artoria's size in those petite boobs of hers, and though progress was slow as Artoria tried her hardest to be consumed, she eventually was all but completely consumed by the breast, the only part left sticking out of Mordred still were her two wriggling feet, her boots having been knocked off already.
 
"Well Father. This did seem to be what you wanted, so..." Mordred focuses on sucking in the last of Artoria with her boob, and Artoria is allowed to finally curl into a tight ball and await her end. Mordred begins to poke at her breast as she lays on top of the huge bulging breast. She really wished she had somebody to feed to her other breast, but oh well. After a few minutes of poking and prodding, Artoria squeals in delight, evidently the milk conversion process had begun, and Artoria started to find herself coated with a sticky white enzyme by the breast as it prepared itself to break down the intruder into fat and milk. Artoria marveled in awe as she saw that even her clothing was being converted into milk for the child she didn't ever get a chance to raise for herself. She could be happy with this fate, as such a terrible parent to her own child it's only fair that she became milk for her, right?
 
Mordred certainly agreed as she rubbed the shrinking bulge of her left boob and the rapidly growing bulge of her right boob. Artoria was being broken down within the breast and evenly redistributed into both of the mounds of flesh adorning her chest, rapidly becoming nothing but half a dozen cup sizes for her child to show off and a massive amount of delicious milk for her child to enjoy.
 
"Oh man." Mordred rubs her two now huge melons against each other before she grabbed hold of one of them and began to greedily drink from her own nipple, the taste was simply divine. No other drink on the planet could compare to the sweet nectar that she was extracting out of her own breasts right now as she rapidly drained both of them completely. The milk was so delicious for one simple reason. It was the remains of Artoria's soul, transformed into milk for her hungry child. Mordred burped as she finally stopped suckling at the now drained breasts. She... She needed more. She'd need to stuff more people into her funbags and turn them into milk too! She needed more of that delicious milk!
 
Just one drop of the essence of a soul transformed into milk would be enough to get somebody hopelessly addicted, and Mordred had just greedily gulped down all of what remained of her father, so it was only naturally that she now craved more of that milk than she did anything else in the world. Even claiming the throne of Britain was forgotten to her as she roamed about the world, stuffing would-be heroes and legends into her breasts and ending their tales and souls as her breast milk.
 
None could hope to stand against Mordred and her all-consuming tits.
 
 
[Ending 6: Unbirth]
 
This was it, all or nothing. She had to defeat her Father with a conclusive strike before she was worn down and defeated, and she had realized just the method that would be best to defeat her father, who was more focused on the sword fight than anything else. Mordred's armor fell off, and she got into a striking position. Artoria herself moved into position to guard herself from whatever it was that her foolish son was about to attempt next. Mordred knew that she had already won the battle when Artoria fell for her ploy, and though she refrained from smiling, she couldn't hide the satisfaction in her eyes, which should've hinted something was wrong to Artoria, but Mordred was lucky, her father was focused far more on her sword stance than her eyes, and that would prove to be her undoing.
 
Mordred leaped high in the air, her loincloth flapping as she did, she thrust forwards with a blade, an attack that Artoria defended with textbook skill, but before she can batter her rebellious son away with a counter strike, Mordred smirks, revealing her dripping vagina to Artoria as she looked upwards, the entrance to Mordred's womb was gaping open like a hungry maw, and Artoria barely had time to scream in disbelief before her head disappeared inside Mordred's hungry snatch. "Oh yeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Mordred let out a long and lusty cry of excitement as she felt her Father's head wedge itself inside her tight cervix, the force of her vagina coming down on top of Artoria's head had already secured victory for her, an instant victory KO skill. Artoria blindly blundered about, trying to recover, but managed to drop her sword to the floor as a result of the sudden shock of finding herself blinded.
 
Mordred continued screaming in lust as gravity continued to assist her in claiming her meal, soon, Artoria's shoulders were being forced inside Mordred's hungry pussy, and any attempt she could've made to avoid the end of her life was gone. Artoria's arms were pinned to her side as Mordred continued to ride atop her father like she was her mount. Already could Artoria's face be seen bulging out of Mordred's abdomen as she was forced into an impossibly tight prison by her son, who had already reached orgasm nearly a half dozen times even before Artoria was halfway consumed. The feeling was indescribable for Mordred, it was greater than anything she had ever experienced, and she knew that nothing would ever be able to come close to consuming another girl whole and alive with her vagina. To churn into nothing but her feminine juices and squirt back out!
 
She panted in exhaustion as Artoria's ass disappeared up her honeypot, and finally felt her legs upon the ground once more, at the exact moment that Artoria's legs with dragged off the ground. An entertaining result of Mordred having been born and created to be a perfect clone of her Father, in that they were the exact same height. Mordred just stretched her limbs as she was finally on her own two feet again, though a twitch from Artoria caused her to orgasm immediately. Her juices were now gushing down Artoria's legs as she orgasmed over and over again.
 
Artoria was having a hard time inside of Mordred, the heat was unbearable, and the dampness was making her skin crawl. She could only feel her legs outside of the too warm embrace of Mordred's vagina now, and feebly wriggled her toes before she sank inside completely to meet her fate. While Mordred could've just turned her into a large gushing orgasm completely, she had something else on her mind as she begun to break the king inside of her down into nothing but her sweet juices. Artoria was unable to put up even a pointless resistance as she found her hands had already turned white and frothy, dripping with Mordred's lovejuices.
 
As Artoria was completely transformed into liquid and came gushing back out, along with her now wearerless clothing in a grand orgasm that nearly knocked Mordred out entirely, the girl set to work on... something else. Within Mordred was Artoria's soul, it was really quite difficult not to melt it down with the rest of her, but she had managed it through deep concentration and more than a little luck. Without a body and within Mordred though, Artoria was subject to each and every whim of the girl. Mordred had a special fate in mind for her father, she wasn't going to turn her into her own child, she was going to do something far crueler to her Father. She dragged her soul towards her eggs and had it join with one of the ovum at random! Now, when and if Mordred decided to get with a child of her own, there was a slim chance that her Father would be reborn!
 
Only time would tell however, if Artoria would ever be lucky enough to be born again.