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[drivethru]

[ 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.

[traceon]

[ 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? ]

[drivethru]

[ 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. ]

[traceon]

[ 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. ]