Clapthot Cnoc na Riabh parking herself on the couch and covering her Cockswaddling Cellulite in chocolate, waiting for some kind of stud to come in and ravish her already.
"I don't think many studs want to slurp chocolate off of bootyblubber, even rippling, cellulite-laden chunkglobes like mine... Honestly, oil is much more effective and enjoyable..."
As she's demonstrated, flipping through a magazine as her bare ass hangs out, WHAPCLAPCLAPPPPing greedily in the air as she lies stomach-down on the couch. Those heavy, hammy faecheeks seem to repeatedly SLAM against each other as a MATING CALL to whomever enters first. She needs a fat, greedy cock, after all. A massive, bullish, cross-eyed stud that will just pound her stupid and senseless, that will utterly ruin her and provide her some pleasures in this ridiculous sexden called Chaldea... The oiled-up twerkflab, the immense clapnukes she calls asscheeks dripping and lathered with whatever she could find... They're putting in all this work for something, after all.
That leotard she wears, usually complimented by her thick black leggings, now just flosses her titanic assmeat, plumping up those fat fuckflanks for viewing pleasure...
She's been waiting for a VERY long time for this. Don't ask how many times she parked herself in the Foreigner hall only for DX to run straight by her on the way to the Rider dorms, Molay to walk by heading towards the Saber dorms, and Kukulcan to mutter 'Earth' over and over again while not even sparing her chunky slamcakes a second thought!
She quickly composes herself and pretends to read her magazine as that door creaks open, her eyes widening as she waits to see what sort of hunk will walk in-
"Ugh... Master will truly never let me rest, will she...? At least Sir Geronimo can take some of the burden now..."
A towering knight, tall and strong, with muscles bulging from every inch of him... It's like he's made of beef!
Oh, she can work with this. She can definitely work with this... Percival. That name does sound sort of familiar, but all she cares about is how hot he is, and how she's heard that some knight or another is a total stud... She can't wait to test him out~
As Percival desummons Longinus, walking towards one of the other empty chairs to take a seat, Cnoc Na Riabh's heavy hips SMACK and BOUNCE to grab his attention. She loooudly hums to flip a page in her magazine, pretending to read about some new product Koyanskaya is producing or something... It doesn't matter. What matters is him.
And she can practically hear him throb. She can practically smell his fat fucking cock. And Cnoc Na Riabh loves it.
"Ah... My lady Medb...? No, forgive me, you're... Queen Cnoc Na Riabh, correct...?"
She turns on her side, pretending to just notice him as her ass CLAPS from the minute movements... That magazine instantly snaps closed.
"Hmmm? Oh, Sir Percival. Indeed I am. No need to feel bad, we do look quite similar... Albeit with some key differences, hm?"
She gestures to her pale gold eyes in comparison to Medb's duller yellows... But she knows what he's staring at.~
CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPPPPP...
"Forgive me for taking up space... I was simply lounging...~"
She stretches her hips, languidly swaying them side to side as she sits up, tossing the magazine haphazardly as she traces her eyes down his figure...
"You must want to sit, hmmm?~"
"Y-You don't need to get up... However..."
"You're adorable, Sir Percival. However, what?~"
Is this it? Will she finally get the FUCKSLAMMING she's been waiting fo-
"You must indeed be cold, with your leggings off... Would you like me to retrieve a blanket for you?"
... This is going to take her a long time, isn't it...?
