It will all Make Sense in the Morning
By SMYGO4EVA
It will be over soon.
The Holy Grail War will finally be over, but at great cost.
The hunter's moon hung overhead through the glass paned window, perfect for a midnight arrangement, where no one could interrupt.
The warrior Lancer awaited the fellow servant Rider by the empty apartment just outside of the outskirts of Fuyuki. It was their usual meeting place, fully furnished, but no one to call home.
Rider tilted her head, regarding him with a look both bittersweet and beautiful.
His eyes grew dark.
The doors closed, and Rider pressed Lancer against the wall.
"Is okay if I kissed you?" she asked, tentatively.
Astonished at first, Lancer smiled. "As if you had to ask, Rider." He replied in the dark, all before letting his hands trail down her arms, gently, almost carefully.
They were Servants. They couldn't afford to have agency outside of what their Masters ordered them to carry out.
"Oh I know, I just wanted to ask you. Before we do this, this could be the last time, as the war is reaching its end." Rider replied, her voice soft, almost embarrassed of her forwardness.
"No, not at all." Lancer replied, his own voice lowering, and he leaned in towards Rider, his fingers twining with hers, with a small distance between them. "I know that all too well."
Rider had never felt a touch that was so welcome. She moved slowly, his calm and gentle face a relief to her.
In her past, men were forceful with their touch, their kisses, showing power and demanding blind obedience. Lancer was different; he was a fierce warrior, a Servant who held brute strength and immense talent, bar none.
However, his touches were akin to that from a bard's song. Her lips were soft against Rider's, his arms wrapping around her lithe form, holding her close. She returned his kiss in kind, just close to launching herself at him, her face pink with growing desire.
Before they could continue, they pulled apart, with their hands still intertwined, and they made their way to the master bedroom. There was no one home, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
Rider let go out of Lancer's hand for one moment, taking off her choker, bands, and handcuff with black sleeves, tossing them to the floor. Lancer watched silently as she discarded her cutoff black leggings with armor, and then her black shoes. Lastly, she then pulled down her short black dress, shoving down her panties, a wet spot evident as she dropped it to the ground. She was naked, with smooth porcelain flesh, her breasts bare, her long hair down past her back and her face tinted pink.
Lancer blinked twice, and then he proceeded to take off his heavy shoes, with his full-on bodysuit following soon after. He took out the tie that held his ponytail together, and his blue hair fanned across his shoulders and back. He looked away, flush-faced, as Rider took notice of his stiffening erection, out for her to see.
Rider let out a sigh, and she pushed Lancer onto the bed, straddling his waist. The wind knocked out of him, Lancer barely spoke before Rider began to move herself on top of him, her wet cunt sliding on his hard cock. He let out a shaky moan, shutting his eyes, arching his back, feeling her hands moving in rhythm on his arms, nails digging in.
Feeling such hot flesh, no clothes to hamper the exquisite sensations, was nothing short of sheer bliss. Rider leaned in and kissed Lancer full on the lips, their mouths eager for more of each other. She moaned into the kiss, with his breathing vibrating on her kiss-bruised lips. She pulled away, just for a moment, to draw in a shaking breath, before pressing against his sculpted body, kissing him again, a few pecks in a row.
Lancer felt a hand drift into his hair at the back of his head, just pressing there, drawing her closer. Rider kept moving on top of him, her clit brushing past the tip of his hard member, taking in what lit her senses into flames. She pulled away from him for another moment, taking her hand from his head, and steadied herself. Taking his hard cock in her hand, she aligned her wet cunt above it, slowly pushing down past her glistening folds, and then engulfing him with her slick heat. He gasped out just as she moaned out in deep pleasure. She then began to move, his cock in and out of her cunt, slick wet flesh melding, crashing, and binding.
Rider kept one hand between her thighs so that she could feel Lancer slipping in and out of her, the other hand supporting her weight, her expression enraptured as she enveloped him, again and again. Her breasts bounced up and down, and she voicelessly guided his hands to grab onto her hips, roughly, almost savagely. He moved up his hips alongside her movements, thrusting his cock inside her warmth in an intoxicating rhythm. One of her hands drifted down
The moonlight cascaded on them both, the sheen of sweat on their moving bodies, becoming one.
The twisting sensations curled, tightened, and build upwards, aching and gurgling, building such a forbidden, glorious agony. The knot coiled tighter, tighter, and tighter, not long before finally snapping. Rider cried out and shuddered, her orgasm coursing through her, with bucking hips above him. Lancer seized up and let out a choked moan, his nails digging into her hips, releasing inside her as she clenched around him.
A hush fell upon them in the bedroom, punctuated by heavy breaths, fully sated, and exhaustion running deep in their bones. Rider gently lifted herself off Lancer, his spent member pulling out of her core, and she collapsed on top of him. Her head laid upon his sweaty chest, and he gingerly wrapped his arms around her, no space between the two.
Just as the bliss swallowed them whole, they were released from its grasp. Lancer turned his head, looking Rider over with a soft, grateful chuckle.
Rider then let out a small laugh, smiling, and then she wrapped her arms around Lancer's shoulders. She kissed him on the lips, and then buried her face in the crook of his neck, a lump forming in her throat.
As she closed her eyes, he followed suit, sleep overtaking them.
It was all to end soon, just as this moment was to be a fleeting dream.