Morgan’s eyes narrowed, projecting the judging stare of a Queen, at the sight in front of her. It only lasted for a few moments however before she simply closed her eyes and thought about the situation for a moment.
 
Jack the Ripper was on the ground, a cock on her… His? Crotch. They were covered in cum as well, their face an expression of pleasure and contentment even if they were sleeping on the heated floors of Chaldea’s hallways, wearing nothing but the blanketing layer of cum that was somehow still drying on her body… As well as the panties on her head, which Morgan was rather certain did not originally belong to the Assassin.
 
With the further fullness of Jack’s balls, it was easy to make assumptions about what happened here, though Morgan lacked the full knowledge required to fully determine the situation. Perhaps, if one of the actual detective Servants were here, or if she bothered, they could figure out everything about the situation just from the aforementioned factors.
 
What happened was hardly important to her however and she only cared about what was and what could be in regards to this situation. She looked around just in case, finding no one and with reluctance born from battle experience and assassination attempts, she allowed her staff-spear to vanish, followed closely by certain articles of clothing. She did not have to get completely naked for this and if someone did show up, she might be able to hide the situation for at least a few moments by wearing clothes.
 
No longer wearing anything over her crotch or on her feet, and with her hands free, Morgan carefully walked forward, her feet getting slightly stained by the accumulated cum puddle, but that could easily be washed off. In position, practically towering over Jack, Morgan bent down and put her hands on the child’s head.
 
“M-Mommy…?” For a moment, Jack stirred awake, though their eyes were barely actually open, doing little more than confirming the situation, if even that, and talking in her sleep.
 
“Hm.” Morgan simply answered with a sound of musing before continuing, bringing the head up to her crotch and focusing further.
 
This was not just a matter of pleasure, even if she had to use Jack’s head to assist in getting her body into the proper state. Her Wife-Husband, even if it was still an unofficial relationship in spite of her declaring it with the authority of a tyrant, allowed the Assassin to call them Mother, or some variant of the word, regardless of what their gender was at a particular time. By doing this, by becoming Jack’s parent in this way, perhaps her position would become more certain? Perhaps, then, they would accept it for what it is.
 
Between rubbing Jack’s head against her pussy and the lingering smell of cum causing a natural physiological reaction, Morgan managed to get horny and ready enough, pushing a bit further on the back of Jack’s head as her lower lips spread and started to accept the girl inside, Jack’s face starting to slide inside as Morgan had to spread her knees and lower her body slightly to adapt to the spreading sensation.
 
Jack did not seem to immediately react or realize the situation, still breathing rather evenly and sending odd pleasure through Morgan’s body between her body slowly penetrating hers and the sensation of Jack’s breathing. Even if she had gotten tired of intercourse over the years she had ruled, she still could not suppress a shiver of pleasure or the need to bite down slightly to prevent a moan.
 
With their head forward, survival instinct started to hit Jack as their ears entered Morgan’s pussy, filling almost all of their senses with the wetness and almost strange squelching of Morgan’s insides, resulting in a short sensory overload, followed by realization of what was happening and a desire to not die— Only for her to realize what was happening again as their mind caught back up to their body.
 
Jack had struggled for a few moments during the lag between instinctual and intelligent realization, trying to flail their still loose and relaxed body with limited results. Then, she suddenly stopped as she realized that this was, all things considered, exactly what she wanted even if they did not actively make this decision or give their permission for it to happen right now or like this. Their struggles ended as such, body relaxing again with a certain exception.
 
Mixing in with the general smells of her own arousal, and the other smells still sticking to the walls and floor, Morgan was able to detect a fresh smell which implied Jack’s own arousal as well. Not only had their struggles stopped, but their cock was hard and standing at eager attention in response to the situation.
 
Morgan’s hands stayed on Jack’s head, pulling them up and pushing from the back of their head while she clenched and relaxed her pussy and insides, effectively simulating a proper swallowing process to take Jack in and slowly free her hands. Jack’s own hands simply went down to their crotch, one hand grabbing their own balls while the other held the shaft which was doubtlessly demanding some attention, the position further causing their shoulders to be as close to their body as possible, showing even more submission and willingness to let this happen.
 
Morgan let out a short scoff. She had been expecting a prolonged fight and struggle, even if she had known Jack’s wish. To actually allow oneself to face death like this was still unusual one way or another and she could not help but mock it before shivering again as the pleasure continued to move across her body and threaten to throw her to her knees from wobbly legs.
 
The process continued without interruption, Morgan pushing the rest of Jack’s head inside, their short head vanishing entirely and neck following soon after as Jack already started to push through the cervix, starting to expand Morgan’s womb as Jack started to enter inside. In response, Jack came, cum practically fountaining from their cock as she moaned into the womb and stained Morgan’s ass and inner thighs with sticky cum.
 
Having had no warning, nor giving any permission or actually expecting this sort of thing, Morgan clenched her muscles around Jack’s neck, choking the Assassin for a few moments while she breathed out lustful breaths, trying to regain her proper balance and punish the child in an attempt to prevent her from doing something like that again.
 
Even if Jack would be her child by these plans and machinations, Morgan would rather have cum inside her rather than staining her outside. The thought alone however caused her to frown in thought again before dismissing the thought as simply being a lustful one born from the fact that she had a considerable object in her cunt.
 
There was not much for Morgan to grab on to on Jack’s body at this point, their back forward and smooth with their considerable ass out of reach, leading the Queen to simply cross her arms below her chest, pushing it up slightly as she focused again, flexing and carefully using her muscles to continue consuming Jack without the use of her arms.
 
It was a gradual process at this point, Jack entering the pussy inch by inch with every moment making it seem like they could simply slip out and fall with nothing but Morgan’s cunt muscle supporting and keeping her inside. Even so, Jack’s head managed to stimulate every single part of Morgan’s pussy at the same time, the continued tightness keeping her securely in place and slowly going deeper and deeper, scraping and pushing against every part of Morgan’s vaginal inside.
 
Morgan jumped up slightly when she suddenly felt Jack’s cock pressing up against the very bottom of her pussy, pressed up against the Assassin’s body and starting to penetrate. Even if a cock was entering her cunt though, this could hardly be called intercourse however, so she dismissed such thoughts and simply focused on the sheer unfitting nature of the phallus.
 
While most of Jack’s body was rather featureless and, in this situation, rather cylindrical, the cock, which reached all the way up to Jack’s belly button, was a strange and unfitting bulge, both of Jack’s hands now on their balls to support and massage them while their cock was being dragged and pressed against Morgan’s insides.
 
The phallus certainly stuck out, but Morgan tried not to think too much about it, instead reaching down and sinking her fingers into Jack’s ass, having something to grab on to again and making the most of it. Jack moaned further from her crotch and ass being stimulated, unable to prevent another climax from sheer pleasure, making Morgan twitch again as she felt the cumming cock inside her and the hot warmth of cum.
 
Perhaps, Morgan realized, she had even climaxed in response to this. It was fine, now. Ignoring Jack’s continued disrespect in this form, Morgan simply continued to push up. Her womb was already stretched to its limits and then some more, leaving it greatly expanded and bulging out in a distinctly pregnant way were it not for the fact that just about every detail of Jack’s body was still visible, straining against Morgan’s body and skin, though not in a painful way for either of them.
 
Useless as it was, Morgan’s hips moved, rocking forward slightly as Jack was pushed further and further inside, her cock grinding against Morgan’s insides and threatening to make the Queen cum again in doing so. Before long however, there was no more cock, sparking a short disappointment from Morgan and suddenly increased movement from Jack.
 
While having their hard cock embraced by the vaginal walls was rather purely pleasurable, the same tightness against their balls was rather closer to pure pain. Not that Morgan cared much for Jack’s sudden pleasure as the massive, sensitive and strangely “soft” balls were pushed inside her. Even if she could not properly feel with her pussy, Jack’s balls felt hard, but they were also full of sloshing cum to the point of bursting and as if it would have been possible to hear the excessive cum when the girl-boy would have been walking had circumstances been different.
 
While not exactly soft, being tense and even taut, Morgan’s pussy managed to squeeze down on them as if trying to squish them empty like one might do to an apple. The balls seemed eager to obey as well, Jack starting to leak what was effectively pre-cum from her cock, almost like a faucet, further lubricating the last of her journey and, soon enough, even starting to further fill Morgan’s womb.
 
Morgan bent at the hips slightly as she held Jack by their legs and tried to push them in deeper and faster. Maybe it was some magical quality of the cum, maybe she was simply so pent up, maybe it was the fact she just shoved an entire child up her cunt, but one way or another, she found herself lost in a lustful fog that only seemed to grow stronger as her womb was further filled.
 
With the remnants of Atalanta still in Jack’s balls, the Assassin had quite a quantity of cum to expel, their balls squeezed down on, pushing it up the length of Jack’s cock and leading to the cum gradually and already filling the womb due to the sheer distance between the tip of Jack’s dick and her actual balls.
 
Rather than the water of the womb that most fetuses develop in, Jack started to find themselves submerged in their own cum, which gradually started to even out Morgan’s womb. Morgan managed to realize this fact as well while she was trying to dispel the depraved state that she found herself in, pressing her hand against the bulge of her womb and prompting her body to better adapt to the current situation.
 
With only Jack’s legs left outside, Morgan’s womb started to further fill with strange liquid, the rather detailed outline of Jack’s body against her own starting to gradually vanish and be replaced with a more spherical extension from her body, more fitting and natural for pregnancy than her previous state.
 
By the time Jack’s legs were pushed up as well, Morgan’s pussy closing under Jack’s toes and some final flexes of her muscles fully leaving the Assassin inside her womb, Jack was fully submerged in a combination of her own cum and a strange liquid which filled her lungs and being, yet somehow did not make her drown. It was quite pleasant, actually.
 
Both Servants just mostly stayed in place for a while. Morgan leaned against a wall, catching her breath and riding the last of the pleasurable high while rubbing the “pregnancy bulge” while Jack shifted around as much as they could, trying to get into as comfortable a position as they could.
 
No longer being shifted and consumed, Jack found the situation to be quite nice, just about everything they had hoped for. They did not feel like they were in any actual danger, feeling warm, pleasant, a mostly erratic but steadying heartbeat… It was relaxing, comfortable and… Just about every part of them came to the conclusion that this would not be the worst final resting place, if it does turn out to be as dangerous as their instincts first warned.
 
Roughly a minute passed in such a state before Morgan pushed herself off the wall, one arm cradling the absolutely massive belly that made her look like she was pregnant with at least five normal sized offspring rather than one Assassin, while the other called back her weapon to use to help balance herself like a walking stick.
 
Her legs still felt weak from pleasure and her center of gravity was way off, but she would adapt, at least until she could push the plan into its next stage. For now, she had to rest. After that… She had to make her Husband-Wife acknowledge the situation and ultimately, she had to push the Assassin out of herself, to “birth” her even if the process was quite unusual.
 
Baobhan Sith, she realized, would probably be upset by the development, but she would manage, eventually. It did not matter, Morgan’s plans were pushed ahead with this action, so those under her command and care would simply have to accept the situation for what it was without complaint.
 
—Still, the situation changed slightly as Morgan entered her room. Jack had fallen asleep inside her, as far as she could feel them… But Jack was also starting to vanish. It was a gradual process, one that she might not have even noticed under normal circumstances, but the girl was vanishing from inside her, gradually perishing.
 
Morgan clicked her tongue in annoyance. This would not do. If the Assassin could not even survive and maintain herself in this situation, what worth was she? He. They. Whatever, she ceased to care. If Jack would not be able to stay inside her for long enough for the plan to be put into action, then what was the point of keeping her inside in the first place?
 
Yes, she could still show her state to others, but Jack would surely meet her end in there before she could even “birth” her again and solidify her place and position. Morgan pressed her hand on the bulge again and focused… While the digestion and breaking down of the Assassin was accidental at first, now it was purposeful, a test to see if she was actually worth keeping around through some healing magics, or if she was to simply be thrown away.
 
Jack was blissfully unaware of the shift in circumstances, simply resigned to her current state and trying to ignore everything but the positive parts of the experience. Even as something intangible seemed to shift, changing her surroundings ever so slightly, Jack simply shifted slightly and ignored it, not really resisting in any way.
 
Morgan’s body challenged Jack’s own and found the Assassin lacking. As such, the process of breaking her down began properly, rushing Morgan to the nearest toilet before Jack’s surroundings were drained into it, as opposed to soiling Morgan’s floor or bed. The liquid that Jack had found pleasant was gone, making her realize that something bad was happening, though it was ultimately too late.
 
No longer comfortable, Jack started to struggle, but Morgan’s body would not have it. The Queen’s skin was once again taut, outlining and trapping Jack in a way that did not allow the Assassin to really move all that much, with what little movement she was still capable of simply bringing strange pleasure, or hunger when her stomach ended up hit, to the Fae.
 
Jack’s body was broken down rapidly, losing cohesion and shape at a rapid pace as if crushed by Morgan’s womb. Her legs went first, then her struggling arms vanished from the outline, simply leaving a face that was in rather vague distress, screaming, crying, for mercy, muffled by the walls of Morgan’s womb. The face was stuck as such until the final moments, when it too was simply broken down, leaving Morgan with a rather small bulge on her crotch.
 
Rather than proper cum, it would be better to say that Jack was broken down into vaginal discharge, though she would still end up expelled with lust and arousal eventually; until then however, Jack was simply left as a build-up of liquid that filled Morgan’s womb to the brink, having little else to go, to the point that it bulged out like a slightly overinflated water balloon.
 
In the end, all Morgan could do was sigh. This was almost a complete failure… But at least her plan was ruined before she could even put it into its second stage, saving her from utter embarrassment, and it would be an utter lie to claim she did not enjoy pleasuring herself with Jack, even if that was not her original intention.
 
Morgan poked at the liquid remains of the Assassin. She had some idea, enough perhaps, as to the whole summoning system and especially dealing with Spirit Cores, so perhaps she could take out the frustration of a failed plan on the Assassin, to twist and shift her into little more than a tool for her continued pleasure…