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[ in truth, she had little preference of her own as to which came first- but seeing as they were already here and alone... the convenience of it all lent itself to one direction over the other. it would be a shame to let a perfectly good opportunity go to waste, after all.

the way Shirou reclines against the sofa, legs slightly spread as he gazes up at her is telling in it's own way. ]

Hmpth. You give yourself too much credit.

[ they were her resolutions, dammit! she came up with them all on her own!! and yet, there was one goal in particular she required his active participation to fufill.

viewing his posture as an unspoken invitation Saber took the initiative to lean forward, hands bracing against the couch cushions on either side of him as she lowered her face down to eye level. her gaze unnervingly calm as she peers into soft glowing ember. ]

Go on, then, tell me precisely how you intend to wind me up.

[ Shirou has to steel down his nerves one more time when she leans forward, hands bracing the couch cushions. She's boxed him back in again, their eyes meeting. ...even if in his peripheral, his brain has a miniature frazzling moment having her bent over the way she was, her modest bust hanging beneath her black top.

"Go on, then,"

Back to her gaze. She's calm as always. There's no love involved. Not on the surface. Though Shirou is confident enough to call her his friend and ally...she's awoken something in him that he didn't think suitable to chase. Not if he was to uphold his own ideals. But then...those very ideals were on hold, now weren't they? What they have is unique. But at its core... ]

Ah. [ This is downright carnal. ] I'm better at showing.

[ His larger hands cover over hers, pressing them into the cushioning as he cants his head, leaning up to seal her lips with a kiss. He came to learn real quick that a taste wasn't enough. Chaste wasn't enough. So when he kisses her again, he kisses her hard, lips sweeping against hers as he closes his eyes. Shirou keeps tabs on the movement of Saber's hand beneath his, when to move them out of the way or not.

The truth is? Shirou hasn't told a single lie since they started texting each other earlier. Her resolutions being important. How she didn't get enough... ]

[ she did not show it, but beneath her icy cold exterior lurked a deep rooted fondness for the boy she called Master. she could not explain it, why she'd felt so endeared to him from the very beginning. she was not the same girl he once knew, that much she made clear to him from day one... but a part of her felt tethered to him in a way she could not begin to understand.

the warmth of his hands enveloping her own is matched only by that of his mouth when those chapped lips capture hers with heated purpose. he's gotten better at this, a far cry from the stuttering virgin she'd first cornered into submission. kissing him felt every bit as good then as it did now, effortlessly slipping into that rhythm of give and take as their lips slotted together and Saber dipped forward to deepen the exchange.

her soft weight settled on his thighs as she slid onto his waiting lap without preamble. the hands beneath his withdrew to grasp his wrists as she guided them to the slip of bare flesh between her shorts and the tops of her boots. ]

How fortunate. I much prefer action over words.

[ The instant Saber dips forward to deepen the kiss, his lips part to grant her access. He anticipates it, yet it still finds a way to surprise him nonetheless. But it's addictive at this point. Shirou was better at masking his desires...verbally, anyway. As for his body, as her lighter weight settles atop him, straddling his lap? Well. His body is far more honest quicker. ]

Ah. [ Another kiss. ] Is that so.

[ He barely wants to talk. But it's not yet time to say what's in his heart. He's more keen on letting his actions speak louder. Her thighs are so incredibly soft...only becoming taut with muscle if she were to flex them. The redhead's hands don't go straight for the curve of her backside in those booty shorts right away. Rather his fingers slide up the sides of her thighs, digging just beneath the hems of her shorts. Just a little extra incentive for Alter as they build themselves up.

The appetizer. ]

[ he doesn't fight her when she presses him for more, quite the contrary, he greets her just as eagerly- if not more so. her tongue invades his open mouth, slithering past plush lips and teeth to hungrily seek out his own. it's a familiar dance, one they've practiced quite a few times now, and yet each time she finds herself learning something new. about him. about herself. about what they both want and need and how to get it. ]

Mmm.

[ she hums with approval, feeling the buzz of adrenalin prickling beneath her skin. the solid press of his body beneath hers is a delight in and of itself. even his hands, fingertips sinking against pliable flesh as he pushes them up beneath her shorts provides a measure of satisfaction. mana trickles down her throat as she swallows, just a taste, the smallest tease that leaves her craving more. her hand grips his chin, urging his jaw slack as her thumb and forefinger press insistently against the hollows of his cheeks, prompting him to stick out his tongue. that way, when he inevitable complies, she can trap the vulnerable pink muscle between her teeth and lewdly suck, drinking in that precious mana directly from the source. ]

[ Well familiar with the concept of Mana Transferring, the quality of flow in his Magic Circuits via contract alone were...well, they were to be supplemented. Though with the passage of time, and his better understanding of his magecraft and the awakening of his circuits, that made his own connection to Saber more stable. Stable enough that indulging her more voracious side as many times as they have gave her all the ample power she needed. But at the root of it all...he just liked the way she felt grinding against him, drinking down his mana as she did.

His brain tingles, starting from the edge of his spine and rolling all the way down when he hears her audibly swallow against his mouth. ]

Haa... [ She grips his chin then, and his hands go just a little further, nails digging as his tongue lulls out for her, already wet from making out with her. And just as she tenderly traps the sensitive muscle between her teeth, he can't moan the same way he usually would. Not when she was directly sucking on his tongue. Shirou's hands grab a handful of her ass overtop her booty shorts then, squeezing as he carefully, slowly grinds her down into his lap while she drinks of him.

It's not like he can help it as they continue to escalate together. But he sure as hell wasn't complaining either, as Saber would no doubt get the satisfaction of his mana, and the front of his pants tenting and twitching more heavily against her crotch. ]

[ his magical output may leave much to be desired for someone as insatiable as Alter, but they've managed to satisfy her needs plenty, like this. however much mana their bond as master and servant lacks, Saber harvests from his body directly. it's an effective method, one she takes advantage of often and Shirou does not seem to mind. on the contrary, he seems to enjoy it quite thoroughly- even if he does not admit as much. the telling press of his cock hardening beneath her lap is a dead give away. not to mention the way he grasps her with growing fervor, grinding her body down firmly against his own.

eventually, she releases his tongue, licking her lips and swiping a trail of saliva off the corner of his mouth with her thumb. ]

You seem eager tonight, Shirou. I wonder... which of us truly hasn't had enough?

[ her hand slips down the front of his chest, over the thin cotton fabric of his shirt, fingertips dragging over the hard muscle hidden underneath as she makes her way down to the prominent tent in his jeans. she gropes him as best she can manage overtop of the stiff material, rubbing and pressing against his burgeoning length. ]

This hard already?

[ is that a sword in his pants or is Shirou just happy to see her? ]

[ Was Shirou afraid? Afraid that if he resigned himself, and let all those inner thoughts stay on the surface, that he wouldn't be recognizable anymore? Perhaps, in a way...he did. Whether it's the Saber that he knew, or the one that he'd now become partners with, nothing would change the core of him- that he valued what she thought of him. So then...if this tyrant could find an inkling of remorse, in letting him keep just a little piece of himself, then...

Well. The proof is in the pudding. The rest of him already belonged to her. His body was all hers, and Shirou was letting go of his own restraints further with each passing day. She was right. He did enjoy this quite thoroughly. He didn't have to be gentle with her, because much like the days in which he'd attempt to close the gap between himself and another girl, it was as if he was being tested to keep pace with Saber. A challenge that actually thrills him more than he might be willing to admit, if the way he moans open-mouthed for her as she releases his tongue.

Dizzying. It's all so dizzying to him, that if he weren't already sitting, he'd have fallen over by now. Having his mana become her fuel wasn't so exhausting, but the downright euphoric rush he got out of how assertively she just started sucking on his tongue. His dick twitched in response to that, the vivid memory of it making him wish that it was another sensitive muscle she was sucking so greedily on. ]

Who knows?

[ His hands dig even harder, squeezing her ass through her booty shorts as if he were desperate to start rutting his burgeoning crotch against her. ]

I haven't shared one of my resolutions yet, Saber.

[ His breath hitches when she starts sliding her down the front of his chest, perfect for her to get a feel of the span of lean muscle that lies beneath, and the telltale contraction of his lower abdomen before palming at the stiff tent of his pants. One of his hands stays content on her curved backside, rubbing and caressing while his other hand glides up the small of her exposed back. Up until he's sliding up the back of her top.

Yeah, he wants this off. ]

Hah... Sucking on my tongue a few seconds ago.

[ A little...from column A and column B? Except that handle she's palming was still growing, each throb getting more intense than the last as he fills out. To the point that if it weren't for that button of his trousers desperately hanging on for dear life...he'd be slipping up through the waistband. ]

[ Shirou's strong grip is impressive, even for a human, so much so that Alter is certain she'd be left with bruises in the shape of his fingerprints on her backside if her body didn't heal quite as quickly. not that she minded one way or the other, having him grasp her so roughly is thrilling. it lets her know just how desperately he craves her, already so urgent and needy with his touches when they've barely even started. it speaks volumes more than either of them ever could.

let's see, if she were Shirou Emiya, what would her resolutions be...? ]

Let me guess... "steeling yourself", or some such nonsense?

[ there's a bone of his sword joke that goes here, but she doesn't want to ruin the mood.

the hand he snakes beneath her top does not go unnoticed, in fact she relishes in the rough texture of his calloused hand smoothing along her soft skin. Shirou won't have to wait long to have his unspoken wish granted. Saber sits back enough to grip the hem of her top and pull it up enough to expose the underside of her modest chest, bare. she sees no need for the added constraints of a bra when she's small enough to comfortably go without. ]

Did you enjoy it that much? Or were you imagining me sucking on something else?

That's just my day-to-day.

[ But since he's already well and deep into the mood with her, as she sits back and grips the hem of her top, Shirou watches with a renewed hunger in his eyes. He can't completely lose himself. He wants to remember every detail instead of letting his brain melt like he usually did when things got hot and heavy. It also means that he's giving her every word with clarity as his hand strokes the small of her back. She's given him a new one. ]

Have more sex. [ A beat, his dick twitches. ] Enough to make your head go blank.

[ Because it wouldn't suit the strongest Servant to have a Master that couldn't keep pace with her, now would it?

Before, having his dick sucked made his brain shut down. He'd stammer, ~~pull the bad script "w-what are you doing-?!" shit~~ lose his voice before tuning in to the pleasure he receives. Was it because he thought he was undeserving? Was he too restrained? Was he afraid of not holding back? Whatever the reason, after all the fun they had pumping her full of his mana...

Shirou's done some growing. ]

And if I was, Saber?

[ it's impossible not to take notice of the many ways Shirou has grown during his time in Shinjuku. she'd warned him from the first moment they met that he would need to harden himself to survive- she wasn't talking about his dick, but she finds it fairly hard more often than not. he'd been so meek and embarrassed the first time she insisted on a Mana Transfer, turning fifty shades of red when she demanded that he cum inside. now, it feels like he's the one begging her to let him indulge.

Saber quirks a brow in silent surprise at the tall order he issues to himself- "Enough to make your head go blank." she might have even found it humorous if it didn't turn her on just thinking about it. ] You intend to fuck me senseless, is that right?

[ his flushed stammering was endearing, that wicked part of her enjoyed watching him squirm. however, this "new year new me" seems to be having quite a powerful effect. a confident Shirou has a certain appeal as well, it seems. as if on cue, Saber tugs her top up over her head and tosses it aside, presenting him with an eyeful of her bare breasts between them. ]

I'd tell you to beg for it. If that's what you really want...?

[ she has an inkling that he's already too worked up to settle for her mouth, but she's plenty willing to test his limits and tease him some more. ]

[ The core of him wouldn't change. But it's true. He would turn so red that he might as well have been bleeding. And while he didn't feel shame wash over him, he still felt...out of his depth. But if nothing else, he was a ~~eroge character~~ fast learner. And he learned really quick what made Saber tick. What pushed the right buttons, the wrong ones...and when to push those wrong buttons if it meant getting her riled up. Even to this day, Shirou held back in some respects.

He was still stunned by her beauty, even if her complexion was paler than before, her golden gaze commanded him. And the first time he saw her naked, he froze. He stammered over himself. He was confusing. He was embarrassed and embarrassing. Until he was finally honest with himself and her. The first time, he told her that he was so beautiful, that he didn't know where to start appreciating her. Oh how time flies.

Oh how time can change things. ]

Yeah. [ The laced desire in his tone is deeper than before. And as the tease of her underboob is lifted and her bare breasts are on full display for her Master— ]

———————

[ He freezes. And Shirou is left with a topless, greedy tyrant in his lap tempting him so dangerously. When he froze before just at the sight of her flawless, naked body, he stammered and felt his breath hitch in his throat. ~~Palms sweaty. Knees weak. Arms heavy. Tiger Mom's spaghetti—~~ But in a blink, he's thawed. The gears turn inside his head, well-oiled. Or for Saber's sake...so fucking wet for her already when he finishes that thought. ]

I wanna fuck you so bad.

[ And as he says that, those rougher hands of his smooth up the sides of her figure, her body so petite that his hands could actually grab her waist. When she asks him to beg though...he's past freezing now. She called his bluff. He's too worked up now, his hands landing on her tits, squeezing and pressing them together with a hot sigh. ]

I want it after. After I cum inside you.

[ Salters head tips back with a pleasured sigh as his hands navigate over the slim cut of her waist to palm her bare breasts. heat blossoms in her pale cheeks, unable to mask those physical reactions to being manhandled so brazenly. hearing him confess just how badly he wants her- and in what order- only adds fuel to the fire, burning hot beneath that irresistibly soft, perfect skin she's put on display for him. ]

As you wish, Master....

[ diligent fingers get to work unfastening his pants, giving him the freedom to play with her tits as much as he'd like in the meantime. it's easy enough to get his jeans unzipped and nudge his boxers out of the way- his dick practically springing out at the earliest opportunity. Saber licks her lips at the sight of his straining erection, smoothing her thumb over the leaking tip and smearing his precum as she takes hold of him, throbbing in her hand. ]

I can taste you already, cum dripping down the back of my throat, my lips wringing you dry. Are you sure you want to wait?

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[ The blemish of heat spreading in her cheeks was his victory. A very little one, but a victory nonetheless. The bigger ones were to come; when he got his hands on her hips, fingers possessively digging as her soft skin creased into his touch while he fucked her. His hands threading through her golden blonde hair while his cock brazenly bulged down her throat. Every violation they could imagine to turn the other into a pile of mud...

'Master' was just a title. And he could never bring himself to calling her just his 'Servant'. That was a title. A formality in the name of the Heaven's Feel. But hearing her call him that, fingers unfastening his trousers and his boxers yesterday's news. He lifts his hips to get them off his hips, doing so causing his turgid cock to spring up, throbbing so hard to stand upright between her legs. He's already beading and drooling so much, the upper length of him glistening wet before she could even get a chance to take him in hand. ]

Fuck...

[ And she does it again. She feeds into his imagination again. But Shirou's too far gone to care about being embarrassed. Or telling her to wait. Why couldn't he have everything at once? Life just didn't work that way, but he can take things step by euphoric step. Craning his head back in pleasure, his voice was deeper and thicker with pleasure when he looks back up to her, thumbs playing over her perked nipples between possessive caresses. ]

Don't tease me, Saber. [ Because no matter the order... Riding him till her insides were overflowing. Swallowing him down until she was fed by his thick cum. Taking him to the brink before watching him cum in the excess over her irresistibly soft, perfect skin- a dripping mess...

Go on, Emiya Shirou. You said that she didn't get enough of you. Call your shot. ] I'll have both filled tonight.

[ her mouth watered at the thought of sucking him off- eager to slide down to the floor to kneel between the spread of his legs and take his cock deep into her throat. to guzzle down that sweet fountain of mana and quench an impossible thirst that only her Master can fill...

alas, orders were orders. ]

So demanding, this Master of mine. [ Saber's breath hitches as he toys with her sensitive peaks, a quiet mewl vibrating in her throat as her fingers squeeze his swollen cock. ] Mnn, I won't keep you waiting, then...

[rising up on her knees, Saber's hands move to her shorts, tugging them open before pushing the skin tight leather material and her panties both down the swell of her hips to bunch at her thighs. her weight shifts from one leg to the other until she's managed to shake the material completely. as for her boots, well... it would take too much time and effort to take them off at this point in the game so instead she opts to simply leave them on.

she grasps his shoulder to steady herself, one hand reaching to position his cock as she lowers her hips. he'll feel the heat of her sex before the head of his cock slips between her dripping wet folds. her mouth falls open with a soft gasp, rocking against him and gliding along his engorged length to coat him in her arousal. even that much feels so fucking good she can hardly stand it, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she aligns the very tip with her tight little entrance.... and holds him there on the brink of penetration. ]

Haaa... is this what you want, Master?

[ The greediest part of him had that thought fed into his pretty little head already. Sliding her down between his legs...or letting her get comfortable on the couch with him, leaning over his lap. At least that way he could coax more thick sounds of pleasure, playing with her pussy while she was bent over his cock. She's tough. The strongest. But even Shirou had to think of a girl's knees after rubbing on the floor long enough. She faux laments him for being so demanding, yet the hitch in her breath as she loses herself just as he was, tells him everything that he needs to know.

His dick was already pulsing so sensitively, thickening still in her grip from how turned on he was at the sight of her, and the words she poured into his ear like hot honey. The anticipation builds, and his abdomen clenches tighter than it has before. Like his stomach was about to twist in a knot if he didn't get what he wanted and fast. It's sated slightly by the sight of Saber moving her tight booty shorts down the curve of her hips. So snug that they hug her thighs so deliciously. He doesn't downright lick his lips in front of her, like some dog in a rut...but he does wet his lip before swallowing thickly.

All the while keeping his legs comfortably spread for her by the time she's taken them off completely, a hand gripping the base of his cock and pumping himself slowly for her. A modicum of relief before she finally takes him again. ]

Ngh— [ Just the teasing rub of her sex against the swollen tip of his cock sent a pulsating jolt straight to the root of his crotch...then she rocks her hips, the broad underside of his length twitching as she coats him in her wetness. ] Haa...mn- Ah...

[ It's taking practically all of his willpower not to just grab her by the hips and bring her down hard and rough, so instead, as she aligns the tip with her tight little pussy, on the brink, the very tiptop of the rollercoaster...

Waiting to take the plunge.

He's commanded so much of her right back. She's earned herself a treat in taking this how she wants. After all, like the Holy Grail War itself, her victory was his. And he wants her to take all of it as greedily as she pleases. Which is exactly why Shirou's hands grope her soft thighs, squeezing and pressing so that her hips would come down. He rolls his own, his turgid girth nudging at the tight resistance of her entrance. Like if he pressed on her thighs harder, with more force, wedging her folds apart more...

Please, Saber... ]

That's it... [ He wants to watch her. ] All the way down.

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[ continuing to taunt him the way she had, she'd expected her haughty Master would snap under the pressure she applied and yank her down....

but he doesn't. his hands, while encouraging, are far from forceful as he molds the soft flesh of her thighs and entices her to take him in on her own accord. his cock just teases against that thin barrier, offering her just a bit more pressure, spreading her just a little wider. but what really surprises her is his voice, so self assured and steady. nothing at all like the stuttering school boy who once might've struggled to look her in the eye at a time like this. now he sat back, relaxed, coaxing her along with a subtly commanding tone.

it's enough to cause Saber to nearly fumble, cheeks reddening as she gawks back at the emboldened man reclining in front of her, patiently waiting for her to make her move. if it weren't for how worked up they both are, she might've considered disobeying on principle.... but that thought doesn't even attempt to register at the moment.

frazzled, Saber averts her eyes, closing them as she takes a deep breath to steel the sudden flutter of nerves in her stomach- seeing him staring up at her expectantly like that. just who is her Master becoming? maybe she's taken things too far, her corrupted nature seems to be rubbing off on him. ]

Hmpth... [ someone's fulfilling their role a bit too well.

Alter wants more than anything to wipe that smug look off his face.... which is why she finally gives him exactly what he's been asking for. she spreads her knees a little further and her hips come down, hard and fast, taking him in all at once as the plush flesh of her ass cheeks slap against the tops of his thighs on impact. the head of his cock rams against her cervix, filling her as deep as he can possibly go as her walls oh so snugly embrace every inch.

it's enough force to knock the wind right out of her, left panting as her small body trembles. ] H-Haa... aah... like this?

[ It's not quite a fumble. But the way her cheeks redden as he steps up to the proverbial plate, he doesn't quite steep into an older, devilish smirk...but the curve of his lip does threaten to tread upon another path. One that he'd refused to accept for so long. But, deep down, at his core...it is the root of a hero of justice, after all. It's less herself corroding him and more that she was bringing to the surface shades of the man he could become if his ideals crack. He matures, but at what cost. He loses pieces of that boy who wanted to save everyone, shard by shard...but for Saber, who the sight of was something he would carry straight to hell with him if he must,

Shirou was still there. And he was coming into a side of himself that he didn't think existed as the anticipation they've built is severed. A flick of the knife, and she's finally comes down, his nails biting into her thighs as the clap of her ass over the tops of his thighs fills the room. ]

Aahh...!

[ He was already throbbing so quickly before, and as he invades her tight body with his burgeoning cock, he can feel himself, rooted in the pit of her stomach, the bell end of his girth flattening her cervix, as if threatening that he could press her deeper. It's as far as he can go though, and his thigh muscles grow further taut before he releases the pressure on his limbs. He relaxes again...the hardest part of him already digging at her insides as she trembles and catches her breath temporarily. ]

Yeah...just like that, Saber.

[ His hands quit digging so fiercely into her thighs, rubbing them as he applies less pressure to keep her seated on his dick. ... Moreso that he could give her better access to start moving. And if she needed a little more encouragement, Shirou props his feet on the floor, bracing himself for better positioning as he raises his hips up some more. The head of his cock on her cervix presses again, swelling and pulsing so hotly. ]

[ the sharp sting of his nails digging into her flesh and the sound of his breathless satisfaction ringing in her ears is every bit the reward she'd hoped to receive. but at the root of it all, his cock filling her and throbbing so deliciously- there's nothing else in this whole world quite like it. no greater indulgence, no meal could ever compare.

"Yeah...just like that, Saber."

fuck. as if she needed any more encouragement to give him exactly what he wants? those words light a fire under her ass, almost literally as he pops his hips and bounces her upward in his lap.] Ahhh-! [ her hands find purchase against the back of the couch behind his head, knees digging into the cushions beneath them as she raises her hips. she's so wet, his dick nearly slips from her entirely but she stops just shy of losing him to hurl herself back down with another slap of skin, louder this time. harder. her voice breaks when she cries out in pleasure this time, muscles tensing as she pulses erratically around him. ] Fu-uck, Shirou!

[ she doesn't wait to do it a third time. then a fourth. gradually losing count as her pace begins to quicken and her movements become more fluid. up and down. up and down. clench. grind. repeat. working herself up to a nice steady rhythm. ]

[ What else could Shirou say besides her name and praises? She's done more than rub off on him. When they're like this, it's practically night and day. A part of themselves, but the boy who she was speaking to prior to their foray here on this couch is nowhere to be found right now. It's like she was looking into the eyes of somebody else. Rather...the other side of the same coin. And she's the one responsible for flipping him. The young man was out to lunch now. Right now, the one in his place was more keen on ensuring that his Tyrant got her fulfilling meal of him. Just as he found himself losing his sense of self for the sake of indulging every inch of her gorgeous body.

Bouncing up and down the length of his cock, her grip shifting to the back of the couch, leaving her to lean in over him and her perky breasts bouncing hypnotically in his immediate view. The visual and physical stimulation was damn near enough to knock the wind out of him. ]

S-Saber...you're even tighter.

[ And he can especially feel it as she raises her hips, gripping his thick cock for every inch of him she's swallowed. A deep groan rocks Shirou as his own hands move, this time to stay on her shapely ass before she slams herself down hard. The audible slap of her hips as he can feel himself breaching her deep. Like she was fucking herself on him like he were a live, oh-so-throbbing toy. This 'toy' wouldn't break. Not so easily. Not when his hands stay firmly placed on her backside as she begins to bring herself up...and down...

Up. And down. Again. And again. And again. ]

Ggh— fuck...up and down like that.

[ Emphasis on that last word when he squeezes her ass and finds his own pace to her, thrusting up in time with her riding down on him to the root. Every time, he drums on her core, tempting fate as he leaks precum in excess, their hips becoming a wetter slosh of passion as they indulge the desperate pace. He only wishes that this steady climb of euphoria could continue forever. That eventually when she does make him pop for the first time, that there didn't have to be a way down. It just felt so good. Her pussy wrings him for everything that he's worth every single time. ]

[ each time they do this it gets easier, better. they're both honing new skills, testing their limits. it's addictive- not just the transfer of mana, but the act itself. no one else has ever touched her like this, she's never let anyone close enough. with Shirou it feels so natural. the desire to be with him, to please him, to make him her's, it's near maddening to the point where she cannot think of anything else.

she can feel heat tingling in her muscles, sweat gathering at the backs of her knees as her thighs jiggle and her stomach swells each time she impales herself on his swollen cock. something so large really shouldn't fit inside her petite little body, but that doesn't keep Saber from riding him like there's no tomorrow. gluttony and greed go hand in hand for a dragon, and tonight Shirou is the treasure she covets. she wants to fuck him until he's a whimpering mess, until its all he can do to cry out in desperation and rut against her like an animal in heat. just imagining the fucked out look on his face when he inevitably comes is more than enough motivation to keep the momentum going. ]

Haaa, you look good enough to eat, Master.

[ her tongue swipes across her bottom lip, grinning devilishly as her fingers wind into his hair at the base of his skull, yanking his head back to expose his throat. she dips to attack his neck with her teeth, clamping down and sucking provocatively on the sensitive flesh as her hips roll to a more seductive tempo. she likes the feeling of his hands squeezing her ass as they grind. he's so deep, she can't help but moan against his skin, nails scraping at his scalp. ]

[ 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.

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