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[ Everything that Shirou catches in his peripheral is overloading his senses. Overstimulating his body and mind. But it's not a dizzying, woozy feeling. If anything, she yearns and urges him to focus. The faint, telling swell of his cock bumping in her stomach is such a visceral image in his mind. She was his sheath now, and there's something downright sinful in wanting to break her. In wanting to see someone as powerful as Saber rolling her eyes in the back of her head while he claimed his stake of every inch of her. And whatever engine was guiding these thoughts...he wasn't in any mood to talk back to it.

But now, it was all a matter of figuring out...who would crumble first. And if the rubble had enough fortitude left to bring the victor down with them. ]

Haa—

[ Good enough to eat... He knows. Servants could draw from the souls of others. That's not what she's getting at in the slightest. Not when a more innocent expression crosses his eyes, widening as his dick twitches inside her to the root when she yanks his head back. He grunts, flinching when she bites down and sucks at his throat. He can't make these marks go away...not the same way Servants can. But he's really past the point of caring about that too, especially when he can indulge and feel himself gradually building up to a familiar sensation in his loins. The kind that saw Saber's pussy wringing him for every drop that he's worth. His cock thickens, one particular twitch causing his member to feel as if it jumps inside her, the bell end of his cock pressing her core up with a dizzying, pleasurable pressure. He can't bring himself to care whether it hurts so good or not, as he pants heatedly against her ear, husky and daring, ]

So what's stopping you?

[ Keep greedily riding his cock. Clean him up if she must, only to send him teetering over the edge again. Every single way he can conceive having her, he's not going to change their positions up yet until she's taken what she's earned. And that was the mana-rich, thick cum of her Master bursting and overflowing her insides. ]

[ she can tell he's growing more impatient, the way his cock jumps and twitches against her inner walls tells Saber everything she needs to know. he's getting so worked up, making it that much more satisfying for them both when he inevitably explodes deep inside her with a white hot gush. she can feel his pulse pounding in his neck, lips parting from the freshly made bruise on his throat that would undoubtably linger on his skin in the days that follow. a wordless claim of ownership, not unlike the command seals etched onto the back of his hand. Saber may be his servant, but Shirou's the one sporting her marks.

she cranes her head to catch his earlobe between her teeth, nibbling and scraping lightly at the oh so tender flesh before nosing higher into his sweat dampened hair. there, she dips her tongue into the hollow of his ear, swirling the hot, wet muscle in sensual circles- just the way he likes.

to his question, Alter has to fight the urge to grin wolfishly as she looses a heated breath against his cheek. ]

I wanna see... the look on your face, when I devour you, Shirou~

[ she leans back, the grip on his hair tightening to keep his head tilted in place. forcing his gaze to stay level with hers as she bounces more vigorously in his lap, gasping and moaning each time he thrums against her core. faster, harder, whatever it takes to make him lose himself entirely to this, to her. she wants to watch, wants to see the exact moment he's sent hurtling over that edge- when he unravels completely. she can feel her own climax trickling in, a tickle in the pit of her belly that quickly begins to coil and tighten into knots. she won't let herself reach that peak, not yet, not until she feels Shirou painting her insides with his cum. ]

[ Impatience was an understatement. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to let himself be devoured. To be consumed whole to the root of his very soul if it meant preserving this level of sin. Sin he once thought he was undeserving of. Sin that he once thought he would deny as it obstructed his pursuit of becoming a Hero of Justice. But then his heart grows heavy. Hotter. Like a purity that was nestled and embedded to his very spirit was starting to show cracks. Every sweep of Saber's tongue along the pulse of his neck. Every time her inner walls greedily squeezed and twitched when the bulbous tip rang hard on her cervix. Every pump of her hips that winds his body tighter and tighter, like he'd actually break under the pressure.

He almost forgets what he wants to do with his hands, thoughts flowing together into a pile of mush where all he can feel, see, and hear is Saber. Her moans. The haunting yet mesmerizing glow of her golden gaze as she bounces more vigorou8sly in his lap. Shirou barely registers the way she pulls on his scalp, canting his head back as her tits roll hypnotically in his peripheral. ]

Saber... [ Devour him. ] Saber...

[ Swallow him whole. ]

Saber...!

[ The fire within the forge rages out of control. Everything is burning down and it's all that they can do but watch it all burn together. His cock swells, the biggest it's been since she'd begun sheathing herself on him over and over...! ]

Fuck— I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum...

[ It's too late. Her body wrings him so tight, it's a miracle she seated herself so greedily upon her throne of flesh as she did. His abdomen visibly clenches, to the point where it actually fucking hurts, the harsh slap of his hands on her ass as he squeezes and pushes her down hard in his lap. The head of his cock wedges itself, nudging on her womb like he wanted to damn near break in when he finally bursts.

And she won't let him close his eyes. He can't close his eyes when she commands him. When he wants to see the look on her face too as he looses a long, drawn out moan, his legs trembling and threatening to turn to jelly as the hardest part of him ripples with thick throbs inside her, a mana-rich warmth bursting in the pit of her belly as his hot cum overflows. It doesn't stop. It feels like it doesn't stop as he cums in excess for her, mouth hanging lulled in unhinged debauchery before he threatens to swallow for air. He can feel the length of him being coated, sticky and hot as her stuffed little pussy leaks around the sides of his cock with his seed.

Coating down his balls, while his overly sensitive measure stays put rooted inside Saber. Still twitching. Still rhythmically swelling as he spends the rest of his load inside her. ]

[ she can tell he's edging closer, her movements spurred on by each passing cry of her name, every one more breathless, more desperate than the last. until finally his pleading cries devolve into senseless whimpers as he unravels completely. his fingers dig into the plump flesh of her ass as he clamps down, ramming her tight against his lap and rooting her firmly in place with all his strength as he spends himself deep within- wedged as deep as he can possibly go. she can feel the moment he finally erupts with a flood of hot, thick cum filling her to the very brim and coating every square inch. her pussy clamps down, wringing him for all he is worth as she finally peaks from the enormous pressure, gasping as her climax practically rips right through her. ]

Shirou-! [ pleasure overloads her senses, gold eyes hazy as her body shudders, lean muscle fluttering beneath his fingertips as he holds her down against his quivering thighs. both of them ensnared in the height of ecstasy with no sign of relief anytime soon. its overwhelming, the sheer power of her orgasm as Shirou pulses and releases every last drop he can muster. it's a good thing he's holding onto her so tightly, otherwise she might have lost her balance and fallen right off his lap. instead she remains perfectly perched there on top of him, perfection in every sense of the word as her tiny body soaks up the rich fountain of mana overflowing inside of her.

delicious. ]

Mmmm, [ she smiles, buzzing with warmth and magic and every good feeling imaginable as her hold on his scalp loosens to comb her fingers through his hair in a lazy but appreciative manner. ] that's a good boy. [ she leans forward, her forehead brushing his as she pants to catch her breath, stroking his crown almost affectionately in stark contrast to the otherwise rough treatment that preceded it. ] So good.

[ Shirou may have had many paths that could lead him to becoming a machine— a barely breathing factory that only knew of steel manifest. But none of these paths could ever let him forget this feeling. Of a sense of nostalgia that lingers on the brim of his memory of a life he'd left behind. This wasn't the same girl that he knew, and yet whens he cries out his name like that, his breath catches in his throat amidst the thrumming waves of passion as he spends himself so thoroughly inside her. Yet...there's no longing. There's no yearning for the past when one fateful memory would stay with him even if were to fall into the depths of hell.

There's only the sinful heat that embraces him and Saber in his lap now. And the fact that he couldn't think of anything less than stealing more from her. Just as much as he gives, she's taught him a thing or two about greed and embracing it if it meant being able to sleep a little longer at night. Funny, it took him losing everything before finally accepting that it was okay to feel like he deserves something. Call it a compromise, he copes with himself, as his ideals continue to hang on the edge. But, frankly put...

Saber felt so good. Really fucking good. And there's something about the way she combs his hair through her slender fingers, the tyrant letting her proverbial hair down for someone so loyal that he wouldn't dare question it. As harsh as she wants to be, as tender as she wishes to be when she praises her 'good boy' for a job well done. A flush of blissful shame washes over him in the afterglow as he swallows and catches his breath, deeper amber hues matching her golds despite the slight glassiness to his. ]

Haa...haa... [ He swallows. ] Haah-

[ His fingers caress, flirting the dip in the small of her back as he finally registers words, his lips parting as he breathes so close to her. ]

You're gonna...get me hard again...

[ Calling him that. Praising him like that. Clenching that cumstained pussy of hers around his cock as what little softening he'd been done was battled by more thick throbs of pleasure. Throbs that get him to loose a sigh again while a hand dips down to her plush thigh, thumb trailing along the inside some. ]

S-Sensitive...

[ Him? Her? ~~Por que no los dos?~~ ]

[ saber's focus drifts absentmindedly to the swollen parting of Shirou's lips as his breath fogs warm against her skin. this closeness... it's something so foreign for the little king and yet, somehow it feels so natural when she's with him. the affectionate drag of his fingers as they gently map the dips and curves of her lower back coaxes a pleasured sigh from her as she noses against his cheek.

these feelings.... she doesn't know what to do with them outside of embracing him like this.

they're still winding down from that initial high, still catching their breaths. every little shift between them, every tiny caress feels so much more intense, more raw. her body practically hums with renewed energy, the soreness in her muscles gradually receding as her body soaks up the mana he's so generously bestowed her with. it feels akin to lying in an open field in the middle of summer, soaking up the warm rays of sunshine on her bare skin.

she can't help but grin wickedly at his words, breath hitching as she feels him throbbing and threatening to harden while still buried deep inside. ]

So soon?

[ her eyes follow the path his hand takes with aroused interest, her own fingers twining playfully through his ginger locks. ]

Ahh. Very... [ sensitive, that is. his touch is so close and yet still shy of where she's craving it most. ]

[ If neither one of them could put words behind these feelings, than perhaps it was best that they remain sheathed for now. For Saber, it was a foreign yet natural progression for her, finding her Master someone who would indulge her greed. For Emiya Shirou, it was a feeling in his heart that would never be snuffed out, even if the rest of his body became a machine. A fleck of his heart would always beat for a memory of her. Preserve that and carry it with him long after his mortal body had expired. A memory that carries him into this new life in Shinjuku, where his King is his comfort and console.

And he can leave her fulfilled as many times as she sees fit. Her Master may be inadequate when compared to more proficient magi, and the quality in flow of his circuits was still a heavy work in progress, but what he had to give more directly?

So rich. So heavy and brimming, so compatible when Saber's wicked grin guiltily rekindles that spark that lights the forge again. How could he not when she'd playfully threaded his auburn hair. ]

Yeah.

[ He drops the pretenses, the metaphors, and shoots straight with her, the hand that'd danced so dangerously close to the junction of her thighs unable to continue flirting either. ]

Saber... [ Ah ah. She's right here in front of you. ] You feel so damn good.

[ So much that despite the warm mess he's made of her insides, any notion of going soft flies right out the window as his girth gives a pronounced lurch with an insistent roll of his hips up into her. Right as his palm splays over her lower abdomen, his thumb tracing her little throbbing clit. ]

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