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[ It's strange... Any time he was faced with imminent danger, he could already tell when he was in a do or die predicament. He could feel his soul threatening to leave his body knowing that with just one wrong slip, he was going to die. The number of times he faced this very same dread and survived during Fuyuki's Holy Grail War were staggering. The amount of times he's bled, been broken and stitched back together... So having an awoken dragon on his tail should have clearly been a sign. The alarm bells should have been going off.

But when she bursts through the door and tracks him down still in the living room, having only just gotten up from the couch...

He swallows, for sure. His eyes are wide, for sure. He knows that he's in danger, for sure.

Yet he doesn't feel that sense of dread that was so familiar to him before. With her blackened Excalibur pointed directly at him, unarmed and defenceless, the look he fixes her with after the faux fear ebbs away? Is a look of disbelief, and a furrowing brow. ]

...

[ And so. Plainly. Simply. ]

You didn't get enough, Saber.

[ Yeah, the heart might not change, but the Emiya Shirou who got flung across reality and time to this Shinjuku has. ]

[ the audacity??? ]

Tch- [ Alter grits her teeth, frown deepening as the glowers over the flat of her blade.

grabbing a fist full of his shirt, Alter hauls Shirou's feet right off the floor as she shoves him backwards. tossing his ass back onto the couch he'd only just gotten up from. her boot makes solid contact with the cushion between his legs, trapping him in place as she looms over him. ]

Clearly, your own sense of discipline is lacking.

[ He senses that he's made a mistake. Has he made a mistake— ]

O-Oi, wait a sec— Gah!

[ She's strong. Very strong. But that's no surprise to him. Yet he's helpless as he's practically ragdolled back onto the couch, the force in which he's yeeted causing the sofa to protest on its tiny support feet. Grunting as he sits upright, prepared to bark back at his Servant, ]

Look, Saber, I'm s—

[ FWUMP. Her boot makes solid contact alright. Any higher and he'd be wishing she'd bad ended him instead. He's trapped. In this precarious position, the redheaded mage was left to stare at the boot between his legs, keeping them spread as his eyes follow the length of her soft, smooth leg...

"Clearly, your own sense of discipline is lacking."

By the time he's looking up at her, hands at his sides gripping into the cushioning, he finds himself staring into her golden gaze, swallowing a nervous lump in his throat. He really did it this time. It's...not exactly how he thought 'summoning' her was going to go, but.

Looks like audacity is deceivingly effective. ]

T-Too close. Too close.

[ What. Her face in his? The boot keeping him nice and spread? Option C.? ]

[ she notices the way his gaze detours along the soft pale skin of her thigh, all the more proof he's gotten far too bold for his britches. he may be her Master, but Alter thought she made it abundantly clear who wears the pants in this relationship- or uh, in her case, tight leather booty shorts. ]

It's too late for apologies!

[ that boot is sliding dangerously high... ]

Since you insist on acting so familiar, you should have anticipated such an outcome!!

Edited 2023-12-31 10:07 (UTC)

[ TOO BOLD FOR HIS BRITCHES?? Shirou knows deep down she's not just using him for his body when it comes to her other "appetite", but how can he not look?! Even by peripheral... Then again, despite who wears the tight leather booty shorts in this relationship, it's only a matter of time before Shirou's switch gets flipped.

Until then? He's going to scoot just a tad and sit more upright, more flush against the back of the couch to ~~delay the inevitable~~ prolong her foot pressing somewhere it ought shouldn't. ]

Okay, okay, you win! You win, Saber! All your resolutions are important.

[ ... How bad is it that the worst one he swallows his pride on is accepting she must consume more chipotle. ]

[ she holds that position a few moments more, until she decides his words of surrender are satisfactory. he crumbled far too easily.... they'll need to work on his resistance training. ]

I accept your surrender.

[ her sword disappears and her boot retracts.

his junk is safe... for now. ]

Now, which would you prefer first?

[ Despite crumbling far too easily, he's still going to keep some of that bark in him. The time for biting's gone. For now. His brow furrows when she retracts her boot. ]

Next time I won't go down so easy.

[ ~~Think that's the whole point, Shirou. 🍆~~

It's like how he promised to get better and better against...somebody he used to know. Even if he failed and got knocked down every single time. The back-and-forth he has with Alter, however, is different. ]

Eh?

My resolutions, imbecile. Keep up.

[ she fought the urge to groan outright- really, he's hopeless. ]

We can fuck and then eat. [ spoken with an entirely straight face, hand beneath her chin as she contemplates further. ] I suppose chipotle can count for two out of three, if we pay for it this time. [ one less meal stolen, it totally counts. Alter pauses, tilting her head, considering. ]

Or would you rather food first and sex after?

[ Truth be told, when Shirou first arrived in Shinjuku, it was a bit of a shock. His saving grace for survival before he formed a new contract with Saber here, was that he still had practiced access to his Reality Marble. While he hasn't had to attempt to overwrite the world with fields of wrought iron, he could fight. He could survive. And...when they weren't fighting killer robots or hungry chimeras, his outlook on a few things had begun changing too.

Suffice to say, he certainly hasn't gotten desensitized to all the sex and blackened twists and turns their lives have taken here... He's gotten used to it. Just. He has to put up somewhat of a fight!

Right? ]

...

[ Shirou relaxes back into his seat with a sigh, amber gaze looking up to her fierce golden hue. If she'd mentioned food first, he'd have either ordered in chipotle or made his own version for her. But then... ]

I really wound you up, didn't I, Saber?

[ They're both a little wound up, aren't they. ... Spreeeads legs a little. Peace offering. ]

[ 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?

Edited 2024-01-09 04:21 (UTC)

[ 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.

Edited 2024-01-09 08:15 (UTC)

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