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The following chapter contains suggestive and sexually explicit material. Read at your own discretion.


Swordplay (I & II), by fraggle

Original post date lost to time.

Re-posted on November 22nd, 2016


Swordplay I


Ever since they had first met in battle there was a certain attraction between them. To the young Shirou, barely a teenager and yet more stubborn then a grown man, she embodied a facet of that which he admired. Signum did not just wield her sword, she was almost like a weapon herself, gracefully moving with power and speed in a way he couldn't even begin to match as she dominated the battlefield.

For the boy who wished to be an ally of justice, and who unconsciously was just as much as a weapon as the knight herself, she was an example worth of praise and adoration.

To Signum the young boy was like a fragment of her own lost past. Even with her fragmented memories she still remembered a time where a young knight fought as she was guided by ideals and her will. Thus Signum never refused the boy's request for a spar, her own urge to cross blades with the swordsman driving her to accept his challenge.

During those fights he never took his eyes of her. And soon they followed her even outside the battlefield, following her far longer than anyone else who he crossed paths with.

It was only later that she realized that she had seen his gaze linger because her own had lingered on him as well.


At first it had been a small gesture to tease the boy, a token of her goodwill after she bested him once again in their battles. She would bend down towards the boy, place her hands around his head and place a soft kiss on his forehead. He would blush while mumbling and staring at his feet while she would smile at his antics.

Once more their spar had ended, and once more she came face to face with the boy, his head caught firmly between her hands so he could not escape. She didn't understand why, even after the act, but on that day she followed the urge that had somehow wormed itself inside her mind.

His lips tasted somewhat sweaty.

She left him standing in the training grounds, the baffled boy's face almost as red as his hair.

She refused to see him face to face for the next few days.


A week later she finally accepted his request for yet another spar. Both she and the boy had tried to act as if nothing had happened, and in their match there was no trace of the previous encounter. He did not show any weaknesses, nor did ether of them go easy. Thus Shirou lost once more, after fighting a valiant, but futile effort to beat the experienced knight.

This time, before she could even place her lips on his forehead he acted, his lips planted on her own as he caught her by surprise.

Steel blue eyes met molten gold.

Signum embraced the boy as she drew him closer, forcing his mouth open with her own. Her heart sped up as their tongues met in battle once more.


Today's battle had been far more brutal than normal, to the point where both of them ended up actively trying to draw blood, each trying to dominate the other. In the end she pinned him on to the ground, the smaller boy helpless under her steel grip.

He stared at her, his eyed defiant even in defeat. In response she simply lowered her head until she could capture his lip once more, her tongue roaming around until she was satisfied.

A small trail of drool remained between their lips as she slowly lifted her head up, blue eyes gazing into his golden ones. A part of Shirou wondered why she always turned out so... unrestrained after battle, as if fighting him allowed her to...

She cut short his thoughts as she bended forward once more. "To the victor go the spoils." She softly whispered in his right ear before giving the lobe a nibble.

Shirou gulped.


"S-Signum, t-thats..."

Their battle continued, though the rules and the battlefield had shifted. By now he couldn't even recall exactly how they had managed to get to his quarters inconspicuously, but the moment the door had been closed she had continued her attack, claimed his lips once more with a overwhelming first strike.

Soon their clothing had been deemed as a nuisance, and as a result Shirou found himself wearing only his boxers as he sat in the woman's lap, the latter clad in naught but a set of black panties as she sat on his bed. One of her arms held him firmly in place, his head pressed against her bare chest, as the other hand roamed around freely.

"You sure have a lot of weak points Shirou" She teased him, her hand slipping down the boy's waist before fondling his member, causing the boy to squirm in her lap. "Is that really all you have to... ~ah."

Her teasing was interrupted by a moan that slipped away between her lips, the result of the boy cupping her breasts with his hands. A second flick with his thumb against her nipple resulted in a similar reaction.

"It seems you have some weak spots of your own?" Shirou smiled as he assaulted the nipple with his lips as Signums ministrations grew more intense, forcing his hips to move to the rhythm of her hand.

Signum let out a ragged breath as his tongue teased the sensitive tip, before she smirked back at him.

She would absolutely refuse to be defeated, but that was okay. Emiya Shirou was not one who would give up without a fight as well.


The standoff between them continued for a while, as the boy focused his attention on the woman's breasts, his fingers and mouth growing more skilled by the minute as Signum's breathing started to betray her weaknesses, while he could barely sit still as she continued to torment him, driving him crazy as she slowly pushed him closer...

She suddenly stopped, sliding the surprised boy of her lap onto the bed as she slipped onto the ground. Before Shirou could even ask her what was going on he let out a gasp.

Something wet and warm slowly made its way from the base to the top of his member, the act alone enough to force his hips to spasm.

A second lick followed, and soon a third and a fourth as Signum's tongue traced his length up and down before she paused, looking straight at him as Shirou desperately tried to regain control of his breath.

Any resemblance of control was lost as he felt himself slide into the woman's mouth, the boy only capable of moaning her name as she sucked on the sensitive head. He lost it in just a few moments and with a spasm he came in her mouth, muttering her name as he lost all strength in his limbs. Only after he was done did she release him, his partially limp member vacating her mouth with a small *pop* as it was released. He couldn't hear anything besides the beating of his own heart and the soft gulping sounds as Signum emptied her mouth.

He fell back onto the bed, turning his head to watch Signum make her way to his fridge. She returned to the bed with two bottles of his sports drink, the ones he usually drank after his spars to aid his recovery after his exercise.

The parallel was not lost on him.

He watched with a dry mouth as she quickly gulped down the first bottle, most likely using it to flush her mouth, before she opened the second bottle as she filled her mouth once more. He was about to ask if he didn't get a sip before she planted her lips on his own once more, the sweet liquid making its way into his mouth along with her tongue. He eagerly gulped down the sweet fluid before exploring her mouth once more, the sweet aftertaste of the beverage mixing with her own.

"Oh, Looks like you're up for another round." Signum smiled, her hand stroking his now hardening member as she disengaged from his mouth.

Emiya Shirou was not one to say no to a rematch.


He watched her place her hands on the strings of her panties before slowly pulling the small black piece of fabric down her legs, his eyes tracing the fabric sliding down the curves of her hips as it slowly detached itself from her flesh. She didn't waste any time to pin him down once she had discarded the last piece of garment, capturing his lips before he could even complain. With a swift motion she grabbed his erection with her hand, guiding it towards her entry as she hovered above his tip.

"Is this your first time?" She asks with a neutral expression. Shirou simply nodded in reply.

"Then I'll go easy on you" She smirked at the boy, who threw her a burning gaze in reply to her taunt.

"Why you...ugh!"

She dropped herself onto his erect member, rendering Shirou speechless once more. She swiftly grabbed his head as she presses mouth against his, her tongue playing around in his mouth with renewed fervor. She grinded her hips against his, his member sliding in and out of her at her pace as she rides him without any resistance. He can't speak, his mouth completely occupied as their tongues engage in their duel. Once more she is in control, obliterating any defenses he has as she coaches him towards his release.

Finally he retaliates. His free hands search her body as his fingertips trace over her flesh, exploring the sensitive area's of her chest once more. The small moans she gives when he plays with her nipples bolster his assault before he notices the ribbon in her hair from the corner of his eye.

It only takes him a single movement with his hand to undo the knot before her ponytail comes undone. Her hair comes down in a cascade of pink, softening the image of the strict lady of war somewhat as loose stands cling to her body.

They both freeze for a moment as he takes in the sight while she looks down at his hand holding the ribbon.

"You look really nice this way" He weakly offers as an apology, and for a moment he thinks he can see a blush on her face.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, you sh-"

Shirou's breath is trapped in his throat as she increases her pace, her hips moving at a restless pace as she once more forcefully probes his mouth with her tongue. His hands are held down by her own, their fingers intertwined as she holds them in place.

"Oh, is this everything you got?" She whispers as she dislodges herself from his lips, before placing her mouth in the nook of his neck. "Are you at your limit already?" she murmurs as she nuzzles against his neck.

Shirou tries to look defiantly at her, but fails to do so as another sudden move from her hips breaks his concentration. A soft chuckle from Signum follows, before she smirks at him.

"It's okay to come inside"

The statement itself is enough to break what little of Shirou's concentration remained, his hips buckling out of control as he hits his peak for the second time. With a grunt he unleashes himself inside Signum. He lies immobile on the bed as she detaches herself from him, lying down next to him as she smiles at him.

She kissed him on the forehead, the same gesture she preformed whenever she won a spar.

Power returns to Shirou's limbs as he picks up the small taunt.

"Shirou?" Signum speaks up as the boy climbs on his knees, a small hint of surprise in her voice.

"Just now, you... didn't cum right?" The boy muttered, more to himself then to her. "So now it's my turn to make you feel good."

Signums mood darkened as he uttered his explanation. "Is your pride hurt because you were the only one to finish?" She spoke harshly. "I thought you were better than..."

"No, that's not it!" He hastily spoke up as he picked up the mood shift. "It's just, you made me..."

Signum stared at him.

"You made me feel so good while I couldn't do anything for you, so I want to you feel as good as I did no matter what."

Seeing Signum's face Shirou wondered if he had said something wrong, before she broke out in laughter, her frown washing away as she tried to contain her mirth.

"I'm serious here!" Shirou complained as Signum regained control of herself. She smiled at him as she spread her legs while reaching out to him with her arms, inviting him to lie in her arms.

"Very well" She smiled at him. "Show me what you can do now."


Her confident smile didn't waver as his hands softly pushed her knees aside, nor when he positioned himself in front of her entrance.

Then he looked at her, and she was frozen on the spot.

It was that look in his eyes, the one she had seen only on a few occasions.

It was the look when he had decided on an action, and where he would break apart before giving up on his goal.

He was looking at her with that gaze.

"I want to you feel as good as I did, no matter what."
The boy had said, and now he was looking at her, her legs spread apart and her hair unbound and her body undefended against him.

He slipped inside her, his body resting on top of hers as his mouth assaulted her breast while his hips continued to move. He was unskilled, his movements unpracticed and unrefined.

Even so, she shuddered as he continued to look at her with his eyes.

"I want to you feel as good as I did, no matter what."

Had she felt this warm the last time? Signum suddenly found herself moving in the boy's rhythm, trying to draw him in deeper inside of her as the warmth spread through her nerves, her hand pressing the boy against her chest as his teeth scraped the skin.

A small part of her wondered how long he would hold out before he would reach his limit, before he would once more crumble as his body passed the threshold.

But Shirou wasn't losing control. He kept moving in her at a constant pace, his eyes firmly locked on her as he continued to divide his attention between her breasts.

He wasn't stopping.

He simply wouldn't stop, Signum knew that as she looked at his eyes. She knew that he'd continue moving until his hips were broken, and even then he simply wouldn't stop. The thought alone made her body burn up as her breathing became shallow.

Something was building up deep inside of her.

Shirou's breathing became more erratic, she noticed as he clung onto her. He was reaching his own limits but even so he continued moving at his pace as his body surpassed its limits...

She was getting closer.

"More..." She found herself whispering. "Closer..."

His administrations grew stronger, his hips slamming into hers with renewed strength as he lavished his tongue over her flesh.

It was still not enough, her peak was still out of reach.

"Shirou..." She moaned, "Just... a little more..."

By now he was slamming into her with all he had, her pussy so wet that there was barely any friction between her flesh and his. He played with her nipples, guided by everything he had just learnt in their encounter so far as he slowly worked her to her limit.

She felt something unwind inside her, and she grabbed the boy's head as she pressed her lips onto his.

The dam broke. She moaned his name as she came for the first time that day. He followed immediately as her orgasm drove him over his limits once more, his exhausted body crashing into her as the glance in his eyes dimmed.

She could only gasp for air as he lied on top of her, his head resting against her neck as he too gasped for air, his eyes barely open at this point.

"That... That's a win for me, Signum." He weakly muttered before passing out, his breathing relaxing as he drifted off into a slumber.

For a moment Signum was stunned, before a small smile made its way on her face, cradling the boy in her arms as she held him close against her own unguarded body.

She felt completely content as he slept against her.

"Ah, this is my loss Shirou" She murmured as she buried her nose in his hair, before drifting off to sleep herself.


"So Emiya-kun, Signum-san" Chrono asked as he walked besides them in the hallway. "How did you training weekend end, did Shirou improve somewhat?"

"Well" Signum mused. "Shirou still lacks both knowledge and strength, so I was able to claim victory a few times..."

Chrono missed the way Shirou blushed, before Signum continued.

" ... but in the end even I was unable to prevent defeat in front of his determination. Of course that was more of a double knockout though."

"You seem to be rather happy about that tie." Chrono remarked. "Don't you dislike losing to anyone?"

Signum simply smiled. "I also see it as a victory if Shirou and I can meet in battle as equals, clashing with all of our strength and skill. It doesn't matter who wins at that point."

"Well, good luck with getting him to you level." Chrono excused himself as another officer drew his attention. "You two have fun with that."

"We will" Shirou replied as the blue haired man disappeared from his sight, before following Signum towards the training grounds.


Swordplay II: Maintenance


Shirou jumped back instantly the moment he spotted the tip of Laevatein flying towards him, the tip of the sword leaving a purple arc in the air right where his head had been just a moment ago. Signum immediately pulled her device back in one fluid motion before attacking him with a straight stab, the swordswoman pressing the attack once more.

He was barely able to catch the blade of the sword between his copies of the Takamachi family's twin blades, forcing the sword towards his side with all his strength as he managed to sidestep the attack. The strain the maneuver placed on his replica's was to much for the imitations, their hold shattering along with their blades as Signum pulled her blade free once more.

But Shirou had already managed to completely escape from her thrust, rolling himself under her outstretched arms as he moved behind her, a new set of the Takamachi's signature kodachi appearing in his empty hands as his circuits hummed with power, the magus reinforcing his reflexes and his physical strength to the limits. Doing anything less would be a fatal mistake, especially with Signum testing him like this.

With his latest maneuver he had positioned himself behind her back but making a regular turn to face her would take too long, only inviting another barrage of strikes from the swordwoman. Her speed outmatched his even with his reinforcement and her talent to read the battlefield was much more developed than his.

He would have to rely on the skill of the blades then.

His only chance lied in the single move he had mastered while using this set of projections, the art he had mastered while under the guidance of Takamachi Shiro. If he used that technique Signum would still be able to block the strike, but it would be enough to force her to defend, allowing him to turn the tables of this fight and go on the offense.

In a single moment Shirou became nothingness itself. The distance between him and Signum, the time he needed to reach her, everything that mattered returned to zero.

"Twin kodachi style..."

And in that moment of infinite nothingness, the boy attacked.

"FLASH!"

Shirou's eyes widened in surprise as Laevatein failed to block the strike, the twin blades scraping over Signums armor as it barely managed to deflect the attack which could have torn her back open.

He had hoped for a lucky shot, but this had nothing to do with luck.

Signum had failed to block an attack she should have been able to block under normal conditions. Only now he notice the way she shifted her balance, her back far too stiff to allow her usual fluent movement. Shirou's eyes widened as realization hit him: She didn't block the attack, because she was unable to.


"Signum," Shirou stared at the knight, his voice a mixture of anger and worry. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Ah, well..." The woman replied somewhat hesitantly, which set off several dozen of alarm bells inside Shirou's head. "It seems like I underestimated your attack for a bit. I didn't know you mastered that technique already. You..."

"Signum." Shirou dispelled his weapons as he glared at the woman, not amused that she was trying to shift the subject away from herself. "Whats wrong with your back?"

"Nothing," The woman quickly replied in a calm voice , "Just a little stiff, nothing that won't heal on itself."

"Alright then," Shirou let out a breath as he calmed himself, turning towards the exit of the training grounds before setting off. " We'll just hop by Shamal's office real quick to have it checked out and then we can schedule our next spar after that."

Signum grabbed onto his shoulder, preventing him from walking away. "I'd rather not tell Shamal," She confessed. "It's not anything serious, but she- Hayate will worry."

"But you just said."

"Please?"

Shirou stared at his sparring partner, who was looking more uncomfortable by the minute as she looked at him, her normal stoic face betraying her feelings on the subject.

"Okay, I'll keep my mouth shut," Shirou promised , the boy himself quite familiar with the tendency of the blond nurse to be rather overbearing on her 'favorite patients'. "Just tell me if I can help you out with anything."

"About that..."


"I see, so because of the old Reinforce you are becoming less of a program and more humanlike..."'Shirou clapped his fist into his other hand as he summarized his partner's explanation.

"Yes, but with that transition our superior healing ability is also fading away."Signum clarified. "We cannot ignore things such as sore muscles anymore, and healing serious injuries takes longer each time. It seems like ignoring the smaller complaints isn't working anymore as well..."

"Signum," Shirou interrupted her. "You realize that if you continued to work out like this you'll only aggravate the sore spots right? Are you giving yourself time to properly recover?" Shirou stared at the knight, who was currently averting her gaze.

"..."

"You have no idea how to take care of something like stiff back muscles, do you?" Shirou guessed.

"Like you know how to treat a sore back from experi...," Signum replied somewhat annoyed, only to catch herself as she realized where her thoughtless response had led her.

...hundreds of miniature blades sprung from the freshly wounded tissue, the metal scales covering the spine and the organs as they were no longer protected form the outside. Blood leaked between the tiny edges, giving the metal a bloody reddish tint ...

I'm sorry, that was-"Signum stammered, horrified by her own thoughtless outburst. Shirou shook his head in response.

"It's-It's okay. But since you brought it up: after my accident and my sudden bouts of spontaneous regeneration I still had ended up with an entire new set of muscles that hadn't been as well trained as the rest of my body. Shamal had to make sure that I was building up my strength properly, making sure that I could maintain my training without aggravating my back to the point that those swords started to sprout out again. Stiff back muscles were pretty much the order of the day for me back then, but I realized how quickly things can go bad when you push them to far..."

Signum wasn't talking anymore, the woman simply waiting for Shirou to finish his story, and it was making him a bit nervous. Even so, he pressed on.

"-so, Do you want me to give you a massage?"

She simply stared at him as he nervously smiled back at her.

"A- A massage?"


It wasn't the first time she had entered the apartment, and it certainly wasn't the first time she was in his room. It hadn't even been two weeks since she had first stumbled trough the door with him before they confirmed their bond, which had ended with them spending the rest of the afternoon lying naked on his bed with his smaller frame resting against hers. Somehow, Signum felt much more nervous this time around, her mind much clearer, lacking the burning urge their battle has ignited back then.

"You should clean up first: a warm bath will help you relax a bit." Shirou interrupted her reminiscence, standing next to the doorway leading to his medium sized bathroom.

"You actually have a bath." Signum noted as she took in the familiar, if somewhat smaller, japanese style bathroom. "the rent for that must have cost you more compared to a regular apartment."

"A hardworking person needs a good bath to relax" Shirou stated as she smirked at him. He averted his gaze a Signum started undressing herself in the room, grabbing the small towel he had prepared to cover herself up as he handed it over to her without looking.

"W-Well then'" He spoke as she took the towel from his hand. "I'll take it you can find your..."

She cut him of as she grabbed hold of his wrist, before she started to pull him along with her into the bathroom.

"I need someone to wash my hair for me." Signum explained as he shot her a confused look, Shirou suddenly very aware that the small towel was too small to completely cover her naked form. He could only nod at her in response, trying to keep his head clear by returning himself to nothingness to clear the rampaging thoughts from his head.

"You should at least take off your shirt and pants, you'll probably get wet."

He was failing horribly at it.


Nether of them spoke as they silently worked on cleaning her body: Signum diligently moving the sponge up and down her arms as she methodically scrubbed off any trace of filth and dirt While Shirou undid the ribbon holding her hair together. Signum could feel Shirou move behind her even though she couldn't see him, but even so she had a hard time suppressing the urge to tense up at the touch of his hands, whcih now rested on the lower part of her bare back.

She dislikes being defenseless, and facing the wall while nude was only making her more tense by the minute. A shudder ran down her back as Shirou's hand followed her spine downwards.

"Signum.. you really need to relax " Shirou murmured as he pressed his thumbs into her lower back, the act sending a somewhat painful jab trough her nerves. Satisfied that he had gotten his message across, he grabbed his bottle of shampoo as he empties it in his hands.

She couldn't resist a shudder at the sensation of him running his hands trough her hair. The only one who had washed her hair before, besides her own halfhearted attempts, had been her master. Hayate had always acted rather cheerful whenever she got the chance to do wash her hair, and her hands would continue to wander off as her master switched form washing her hair to expressing her emotions with elaborate motions of her hand, spreading the soap all over the bathroom whenever she switched from retelling a rumor to throwing a small tantrum.

Her beloved master was somewhat open with her emotions like that.

Compared to her, Shirou was far more direct and methodical. His fingers firmly moved across her scalp, making sure to wash and clean every single root of her hair as he combed trough her purple locks. The feelings of his fingers massaging her head was sending shiver after shiver down her spine.

"Ah, you're finally relaxing."

Shirou sounded rather pleased as Signum realized that he was speaking the truth: the tension in her lower back was less noticeable as she had unconsciously allowed herself to lean back against his bare form, giving him better access to work his magic on her hair. Her own washing done, she simply closed her eyes as his hands moved from her scalp onto her hair, diligently running his soaped fingers down every strand of her hair, carefully removing every knot he encountered on the way.

Oh, she could get used to this, She really could get used to...

"Signum, could you hand me the shower head? I can't reach it from here." He interrupted her thought, Signum suddenly realizing that he had actually stopped moving a while ago. She quickly handed him the shower head and soon lukewarm water washed away any traces of the soap from her hair. As he handed her back the shower head he tried to stand up, but froze as Signum placed her free hand on his shoulder.

Shirou suddenly found it hard to find a safe place to stare at as Signum turned around to face him , the small towel draped over her legs barely hiding her private spot from him as he inadvertently gazed at her belly button, before glancing up at her free arm trying to cover up her breasts.

"Could you clean my back for me?" She asked with the slightest hint of a blush.

He didn't dare say no.


scrub scrub*

Shirou simply stared at the sponge as it worked it's way down her back, slowly moving over her skin as he tried not to stare at her bare form too much.

scrub scrub*

Her skin was unblemished, not a single scar or malformation on the tissue anywhere, from her broad back to her bountiful ass and thighs and...

scrub scrub*

Shirou shook his head as he focused himself on his task, the sponge scrubbing down the lower part of her back as he forbade his eyes and his head from wandered off again.

scrub scrub*

"~ah"

It was only a soft moan, but combined with the small shudder that ran down her back it was enough to freeze Shirou mid-action , his hand clenched around the sponge so tightly that the soap was squeezed out in huge white blots, gliding down the lower part of her back as they made their way over the curves of her buttocks towards the ground...

" S-Signum, the.. The shower head please..." Shirou stammered out with a squeak.

He really needed to wash the soap off her back.

He also needed a cold shower himself.


Shirou left the bathroom a good ten minutes after Signum had, plunging himself into the stream of cold water until his body and his thoughts were no longer going haywire at the very sight of the woman's back. He hadn't put anything on over his underwear before leaving the bathroom, realizing that it might be easier for him to do his job if he wasn't wearing his dirtied clothes. He noticed Signum lying belly down on his bed.

A small part of his mind noted that Signum had not taken the effort to put any of her clothing back on.


He started slow, his fingers hesitantly pushing into her shoulder blades as they followed her muscles in the direction of the blood flow, gently forcing the blood and the lymph fluids trapped in the muscle back into the arteries and the lymph system. Stiffness of the muscle was not caused by the blood pressure from the heart, but by the blood and fluids that remained inside the muscle's structure- or something like that. Shirou hadn't really paid attention to Shamal as she explained the basics to him during his rehabilitation.

He really should have listened to her in retrospect.

Signum didn't make a sound, her head buried in his pillow as she hid her face from him. Taking her silence as a sign that he wasn't screwing up he continued his work. He had placed himself next to her on the edge of the bed, bending over her back as he reached for the edges of her shoulder.

His bare chest brushed against her back. She moved in response to their sudden contact: the numerous muscles of her back visibly moving beneath her skin as she shifted slightly closer to him , the sight of the countless fibers moving as one captivating him, leaving him unable to take his eyes off her.

Shirou suddenly realized that, compared to his own body, there hadn't been a single part of Signum that was even remotely inefficient, almost as if she wasn't grown but...

"Ah, "Shirou muttered as he experienced a sudden moment of clarity. "Now I understand-"


"...Shirou?"Signum hesitantly turned her head around as the boy suddenly spoke up, halting his movements while staring at her.

No, not staring at, but staring trough her, Signum corrected herself. Even so she was caught unaware as he suddenly moved, slipping onto her back as his hands returned back on the tips of her shoulder without a trace of his previous hesitation.

"Ah!, Shirou thats.." she cried out in surprise, slightly annoyed by his behavior...

And then he moved-

-and Signum quickly found herself speechless.


He finally understood her. The fiercesome warrior, the blade that was known as Signum, had not been born and raised. Signum had been forged: She might have been human once, but she was no longer so. Whatever made up her human side had long ago been absorbed by the book, the original swordswoman falling in battle ages ago.

Shirou's hands moves without any hesitation, his fingers gently pressing onto the muscles covering the upper part of her back as she continued to shift underneath him. He didn't know if she was saying something to him, but the pillow continued to muffle her words as he continued relentlessly.

After obtaining the human knight it had not just empowered her, it had refined every aspect of her: Every muscle and every layer of fat had been altered for maximum battle capacity, leaving enough muscle to stand in melee while not weighting her down in aerial combat. Any unnecessary traces of fat had been removed, only leaving the layers that provided protection or supported other functions.

Her muffled cries grew louder as his fingers assaulter her stressed lower back, slowly working their magic on the stiff fibers that had slowed her down in combat, forcing them to unwind as he pressured them one after another.

The tome had not stopped with just modifying her strength, going as far as alerting her physical appearance. It had modified her face, her chest, her arms, legs and even her rear for the sake of creating a swordswoman so breathtaking that most male opponent would hesitate to face her in combat. Said hesitation would give her ample openings to strike them down.

His hands slid down her sides as he continued, slightly tracing the outer edges of her breast before he continued. Signum continued to bury her face into the pillow as he pushed his fingers onto the bounty full tissue that covered her rear.

"Are you alright?" He asked as she continued to tremble under his fingers. She nodded with great haste, which he simply took as a yes.

His fingers slid down her thighs as they continued their work.

It was not her nature as a woman that had drawn Shirou's attention. Female flesh could easily entice the boy, but this attraction was much stronger. He was getting drunk on her very essence.

He lifted himself up as she turned around to face him, revealing herself to him. Her face was tinted red, her breathing consisting of short gasps of air as half-lidded eyes looked up at him. Her breast softly swayed as her erect nipples betrayed her current state of arousal.

She moaned as he continued his treatment, starting at her shoulders as he massaged his way down. Her moans increased as his hands worked on her breast, before he slid himself downwards, moving himself between her legs. His hand slowly followed him, fingers trailing over her midriff as they made their way towards her pelvis. A purple bush of hair and moist pink lips awaited him as he could smell her arousal.

A small part of him noted with some satisfaction that she was probably more than just relaxed at this point.


She couldn't move, her strength completely drained after his hands had turned steel muscles into jelly appendages while handling her as if he was a blacksmith that was removing any impurities he could find with a firm grip. She felt warm and far too wet to think clearly as he worked his way down between her legs.

His breath rolling over her lower lips make her squirm.

" Don't move..." He calmly ordered her, placing his hand on her hips to prevent her from moving. It took Signum a few moment to realize what he was doing but before she could speak up he had already pressed his tongue into her.

She had always prided herself on her high tolerance for pain, her ability to take hit after hit without showing any sign of weakness. It would take running a sword trough her chest before she would give her enemy the satisfaction of hearing her grunt.

But right now she was, to her utter shame, screaming like a whore as his tongue explored her wet folds, his arms forcing her bucking hips into the bed to prevent her from moving. His unrefined movement, showing his inexperience, were enough to drive her weakened state utterly crazy as he continued to roll his tongue around on lips that refused to stay dry even with his constant attention. By sheer will she regained control over her breathing only for her to lose control once more as he softly sucked on her clit.

She could feel him smile at her desperate moans.

She lost track of time as his torturous tongue was joined by one of his hands, and all she knew was his teasing and his prodding as she moaned his name, running her own fingers over his head before pulling him closer, forcing him to dig deeper inside of her.

There was heat and there was need-And finally she was given undiluted bliss as she cried out a final moan. And as the heat spread from her belly through her entire body she could only hear her breathing and the licking sounds of his tender care as he continued to play with her...

That simply wouldn't do.


"..hirou"

He peeked up from his spot as he heard her utter his name in a soft voice, the sight of her basking in the afterglow making him suck in a breath.

Oh... she was relaxed alright.

"..hirou, come closer"

He blindly obeyed the soft moan that carried her commands, climbing over her legs as he made his way toward her face- completely unprepared for the hand that struck like a snake, slipping into his shorts where they quickly found the symbol of his arousal.

"Ow! D-Dont squeeze it- that hurts!"

Shirou's look of surprise had turned into a scowl but any further complaints got stuck in his throat as he saw the look on her face.

A cold shiver rand down his spine as Signum's usual sharp look was replaced by something completely predatory.

"You realize that if you don't take care of this you'll only aggravate it even worse, right? " She murmured with a smirk as she slowly moved her hand up and down Shirou's shaft, which by now was getting painfully sensitive to her touch.

" re... are you actually stooping as low as to turn my own words against.. Ah! d-don't do that!" A quick squeeze had been enough for Shirou to remember to shut up.

"I'd love to help you with that-" Signum continued, not paying any attention to the boy's complaints as she forced him closer by pulling him along. " -but I think I shouldn't move my lower body just yet."

He let out a gasp as she released his erection before she grabbed her breast, rubbing them together while smiling at them.

"So how about these then?"


She broke him in less then a minute, his already tormented erection, form both his own actions and her diabolical handplay had put him on the edge before she had trapped his member against her chest, the feeling of flesh and the wetness of her tongue playing with the tip far to much for his overexcited member to handle.

With a final thrust he unloaded himself on her chest, his seed trapped between the two mounts that had trapped his member without any mercy. She continued without pause, his oversensitive tip still plagued by her ministrations as the pain soon made way for another round of please as she forced him to burn himself out. He didn't even last another minute before he released himself, his breathing harsher then hers as his control slipped while hers recovered.

He had been woefully unprepared for this attack, and he had once more paid the price for it. Signum's smirk pierced his pride as she released his now flaccid member, her chest still covered with his seed as he crashed next to her.

Her content smile which followed made him feel somewhat better.

She buried her nose in his hair, nether of them speaking as he returned her silent embrace. After a few minutes she looked him in the eyes as she finally spoke up.

"I'll try to take better care of myself from now on." She promised with a smirk. "As long as you agree to help me out whenever i need maintenance like this"

" ...No more training until I get a green light from Shamal" Shirou immediately replied with a sight. " I'm a swordsman, not a masseur."

Signum simply laughed.


"You seem to be in good health aside from some overworked muscles, a few days off should be enough to get you back on the training field" Shamal noted as she placed her notes back in to the folder before turning back to her fellow knight.

"Thank you for your efforts Shamal" Signum nodded in gratitude as she stood up from her chair. "I'll be off then.."

"I'm curious though" Shamal interrupted her. "How is it that Shirou convinced" you to finally show up here?"

"He... made his case about training with injuries..."

Shamal was lost for a moment before she could draw her own conclusions. "Well then, you can tell Shirou that he can go full-out on you around next week again with my consent. For now you should relax- Although I must admit this is the first time in weeks since you've been this relaxed. Did something happen?"

"Nothing much, I got a good back rub the other day so.."

"Oh, did you get to tease Shirou-kun with a little bit of flesh then?" Shamal grinned. " He must have gotten all flustered even if you were still wearing a shirt!"

"Well I'm sure that by now whatever he saw was nothing he couldn't handle" Signum smiled in response as she walked out of the office.

" Huh, I don't get it." Shamal murmured, before she noticed the next person in the doorway. "Fate-chan how nice of you to drop by... is something wrong?"

"...nothing Shamal-san."


Lime?, by Old Iron

Originally posted on March 1st, 2012


Shirou held the ancient tome in one hand as Signum watched him work with bated breath. It was one thing for her to experience his touch alongside Reinforce in Unison, it was another to see him work his magic upon the tome herself.

Slowly, almost sinfully so, Shirou ran his fingers along the spine of the book. It was a gentle caress which sent fire through Reinforce's body. Her unseen form arced her back in the beginnings of ecstasy. The hard cover of the book snapped open in Shirou's hands and he took the action as his cue to move on. Calloused hands turned the pages carefully, reverently, and with care to massage every sliver of parchment held within the bindings. Reinforce shudders in pleasure, an action reflected in her physical form. Shirou merely smiles as the book in his hand vibrates slightly. His golden eyes remains fixed upon each and every page. At last, he finds the page he seeks and lavishes attention upon it. Shirou drills his gaze into the knowledge upon it while slowly running his finger beneath each line of text. Reinforce feels it building within her body and the breaths she draws are labored. This sinfully erotic torture continues for minutes on end as Shirou reads the words with a practices patience.

At last, he is finished and Reinforce is nearly begging for release. When Shirou snaps the ancient tome shut with a smile, a small sound can be heard. It is almost like a voice crying out in glorious release. Unseen to all, the silver haired woman lays upon the void she inhabits. She is breathing deeply, sweaty from her beloved Master's touch, and body trembling in a wondrous afterglow.

After a time, Shirou turns to Signum, her eyes wide. "That is how I read a book."


Books and Blades: Reading, by Old Iron

Originally posted on June 21st, 2012


They sat together on the porch. A moonlit night and shining stars casting a silvery glow upon the city of Fuyuki. The light to read was minimal, but enough to allow the action. However it would seem not even the reading of books would set minds and hearts at ease this evening.

For Emiya Shirou was most certainly not expecting things to play out as they were.

In his hands was a simple grimoire. Something gifted to him by Zafira The Guardian Beast had come across it in a book store of all places while out with Taiga. It made the magus want to slap his head at the foolishness of the previous owner. For someone to do something so potentially disastrous was... mind boggling.

Though this was but a minor sliver of thought in his mind as he attempted to focus his attention on the book about the basics of alchemy. There was another tome present who was quite obviously not paying attention to the written work in her hands. For Reinforce's frequent fidgeting and sideways glances were anything but conducive to reading. Were it not enough, the reddened tint of her cheeks told even more.

And it was not always him her hungry, crimson eyes drifted to. No, it was his hands more often than not. His hands which held the leather-bound collection of parchment.

Reinforce could not help herself. Her emotions were already running high. The myriad emotions which bubbled up and condensed into yet more difficult to ignore feelings. Such feelings led her to continually steal glances at her loved one. Glances filled with an ill concealed longing. She could not even recall the name of the book in her own hands.

Those hands... Those wonderful hands. So calloused and large. Rough from hours upon hours practicing magecraft. From tireless days spent hard at work. From countless sessions of practice with both the sword and the bow. Those hands which belonged to her one and only Shirou.

Hands which held a tome which was not her.

She could not help the illogical jealousy which crept into her heart as she watched. Not could she fight off the warmth which grew deep within her.

The silver haired woman observed with short breaths, the attentions Shirou lavished upon the codex. Those wondrous hands which ought to hold her were gently holding the other so he might freely gaze upon its contents. Each time he ran a finger across the parchment, a shiver ran up her spine as though it was his finger trailing along it. The gentle turning of pages was imagined to be as if having his hands upon her flesh, kneading and caressing it.

Such was her delusion, she was unaware of her own breath becoming shallow and hitched.

Still, she observed as discreetly as she could.

Whenever he wetted his fingers ever so slightly to turn a page, she imagined those same fingers touching her in ways which would drive her to madness in short order. A breath upon the pages was heated words whispered into her ear, conveying a seductive promise and loving embraces. Reinforce's imaginations grew with every passive moment and action taken by the young man next to her.

The heat had grown to such proportions as to fill her body with fire. A fire which she would only ever be stoked or quenched by her redheaded companion. Emiya Shrou had lit this flame in her heart and body. It was his responsibility to care for it.

Without warning, Shirou snapped shut the book in his hand. The heavy snap of pages coming together elicited a small squeak from Reinforce as the muscles of her body tightened in response to the sound. Part of her wished she'd not followed Shamal's instruction to wear the kimono in the traditional fashion.

Shirou cast a slow gaze over to his beloved Reinforce at the sound she made. He was not so ignorant as to not catch the gazes and subtle shuffling of his beautiful companion. in the moonlight, she looked even more so. Her cheeks were flushed red and her breathing shallow. With silvery hair glinting in the light, she was an all too irresistible sight.

Swallowing heavily, he leaned forward. His own breathing heavy. His own face carrying a deep redness. The voice he spoke in was filled with love and want. "Rein..."

Reinforce gave no verbal reply as she slowly moved to capture Shirou's lips with her own.

They drank deeply of one another. Passions slowly overriding reason as their actions became more and more fevered. Shirou trailed kisses away from her swollen lips and down onto her neck as her kimono slowly began slipping, reveling yet more creamy flesh beneath with each movement.

Sensuous touches and caresses were exchanged, each longing for more yet unable to bridge the gap. Her soft flesh protected only by a thin layer of deep blue cotton was perilously close to being assailed in such a desired way. His toned muscle meeting much the same fate.

Before either regained their senses, they had fallen to the wooden deck embracing one another tightly. Fires raced through their bodies as reason fought against passion. When finally they broke away, they were hot, sweaty, and looking at one another with gazes so intense they might have lit a candle's wick. Their breathing was labored and fiery and their faces burned red with exertion and anticipation.

Slowly, they stood. Reinforce with Shirou's help as there was no way for her to do so under her own power. Her legs were far too weak at the moment.

The fire in her belly would not allow her to gather strength.

Her voice was barely a whisper, but still full of love and fire. "W-Would you care for your... b-bath now?"

Shirou could only nod as they slowly made their way to their destination.