A/n: Hello everyone! Psychojack here to bring you a whole new chapter for you to enjoy. To surmise our hero Honda, a struggling street magician was hired to be a caretaker for Idores Velune, a homunculus working for Lord Deacon, a magus awaiting the holy grail war. In truth Honda was meant to be a sacrifice as a fill in magus to force the war into action, yet on the night of the ritual a servant has appeared prematurely and now Saber is now confused as an escort. What will happen next? Let's find out!

--Velune Residence: Living Room--

Saber was currently lip locked with her new master Honda, shocked to the point of inaction. One minute they were bonding in their formal introduction, the next her master pulled her into a very unexpected show of intimacy. It was outrageous, and for Saber whose experience with such things is non-existent she wasn't sure what would possess her master to do this.

Honda pulled from the kiss a loud smooch sound echoing in the household.

"*Gasp* Master, what are you doing!?" Saber had stepped back from her master whose hands still held around her waist, albeit gently. Her pupils were shaking as the kiss could still be felt on her lips, her face so red it practically glowed even in the darkness.

Honda's forehead pressed against Saber's, whose face grew scarlet from the contact. To Honda this was all part of the manuscript he had memorized before the escort's arrival. He always did have a photographic memory when it came to performances, and from what he read this entire event was all part of the mana transfer event where he would transfer mana through carnal pleasure with the escort in question. Her confusion stood true to her character (even though he was unaware that Saber is NOT an escort in the first place). The manuscript held the phrases he would need to continue with this escapade for the night.

Honda spoke. "Saber, we have very little time, enemies currently are on their way and your premature arrival has left you powerless. In short, you are low on mana."

Saber looked at Honda. "Master, I don't detect any magical presence in the slightest that would suggest such a thing." As for her prana levels, she didn't feel drained of her magical energy needed for combat.

"Master, forgive me but I believe you mean prana." She corrected Honda who sweat dropped. The escort service said that improvisation was part of the immersive experience. He would need to make up some lines on the fly with the women he encounters in order to continue the 'route' so to speak.

"Yeah prana whatever! Unfortunately this entire residence has been placed with a magical distortion field, obscuring accurate magical detection and disrupting our magical energy when in use. You may feel that your magic is intact, but don't be fooled, in terms of combat your prana has been drained completely. And the only way to regain it in a quick manner is through a mana exchange."

He spun Saber around dizzying her trying to appear graceful and charming, as he caught her in a bridal carry. Saber's eyes spun. When her eyes refocused she blushed. Her ears were red at what she just heard.

"P-prana exchange master? Is the situation truly that...dire?" The knight questioned trying to make sure what she heard was right. She felt just fine, however if what he is saying is true, then that means she is completely incapable of protecting her master from other servants, even as a Saber class.

Honda's eyes closed as he nodded, seeming serious. "I am afraid so my knight, and in order to win this war I will need your complete cooperation. I wouldn't dare sully your honor, so I ask of you…" he gently brushed some out of place strands of her golden hair behind her ear. The blue clad woman blushed from the caress.

"...won't you share my bed tonight?"

Saber's eyes widened. This was not what she was expecting so quickly. She is a servant first before a woman, however as a woman she has no experience with matters of this nature. It was unbecoming of a knight of her standing and as king she never bothered with such things. Truth was, though she had fought in many gruesome battles during her lifetime, this was one conflict that brought fear to her. On one level she doesn't know her master well. On another level, she is not sure as to how her performance would be even if she were to agree.

She was summoned to win the war. As a servant she would die for her master if need be so long as her wish was fulfilled. She would try to maintain her honor and the chivalrous upbringing that defines her and all true knights, and yet if she were to reject her master now, he would perish and she would dishonor him of a chance to fight in the war with his full arsenal.

At first she thought of her master as a lustful pion. Now though, she felt that Honda was just doing as a magus must to survive the war. If he really wanted to he could use command seals to force her, yet here he was asking permission. Clearly he himself held her honor to some esteem, otherwise he would ignore her protests.

Saber blushed. She couldn't believe this was happening, so suddenly, so quick, so unlike any romantic tale told by the bards of old. Yet, her master awaited her decision. If it means to win the war and ensure her masters' survival…

Saber looked at Honda, full on blush. She analyzed his face. She slowly nodded.

"I...I am your servant before a woman...I c-consent." She stuttered.

Honda shook his head in the negative. "Wrong my brave knight. Tonight you are my woman and I am your man." He improvised that last line, attempting to seem a tad romantic before placing his lips on Saber once more. She blushed, pulling back out of nervousness after a split second.

Honda carried her into his room, placing her upright on the floor, standing.

"First let us remove that armor." Honda said, smiling as he gently tried to find any means of unstrapping Saber's armor. Saber had her right gauntlet pressed against her left forearm. A somewhat girlish nervous reaction. She knew what he wanted but she was shaking on the inside.

The armor had to come off.

Saber couldn't dematerialize, thus removing the armor as quickly as she wanted. Though based on the decreasing weight on her torso, her master seems to have found the straps.

"Woah, this is some realistic looking armor, it's heavier than it looks." Honda said proudly observing the armor, liking the design and make. It was clearly heavy and of sturdy design. He placed the cuirass on the table near his bed.

"M-master, it is real armor. Why would I wear armor that wouldn't protect me?" Saber corrected her master.

Honda agreed. "Right, right. Almost forgot, immersion." He mumbled the last part.

He went towards Saber to help her with her gauntlets, Saber standing stiffly, blushing as Honda gently placed his left hand under her right elbow and slipping the gauntlet off her right hand. Then with the other one. Saber now stood with her blue old fashioned dress, armorless, yet not any less graceful.

"That's a nice dress." He scratched his head. Be a shame not to see it in action. He turned around, figuring that some atmosphere would aid in setting the mood.

As he placed two of his candles from his warlock days onto the table he lit them up, casting a gentle orange hue in the dark room. He then took out from his suitcase a small portable radio box. It was orange and had a little antenna on the side, yet the back had a place for discs to be inserted.

"Have you ever danced before Saber?" Honda asked, distracting Saber from the quiet of the room.

Saber who was looking at the ground hands clasped in front of her nervously broke out of her pose at that question.

"Why yes I have master, but shouldn't we...proceed." Saber's face is still red from embarrassment.

Honda played some music.

"Not before having a bit of atmosphere. I'll be damned if I don't at least see for myself if a knight is as good at a bit of waltzing as they are at combat."

A/n: *Que music: Johann Strauss II - Vienna Blood Waltz*

He extended his left hand towards Saber.

"Shall we?" He had an innocent grin. The truth was Honda was as nervous as Saber if his sweating twitching hand and sweatdrop on his forehead was any indication.

Saber's eyes widened. This was a first in many ways. In her days as king, she would normally be the one to lead, taking on the mantle of man in this situation whilst maintaining her cover. Now here she is, now being the one who is led. She has danced before but this music is relatively new to her.

She relinquished. It would seem her master needed this atmosphere before he would continue doing the prana exchange. Maybe he noticed her nervousness, attempting to alleviate the pressure. Saber slowly extends her right hand, gentle feminine fingers slowly touching Honda's. His fingers held hers before he slowly pulled her into his embrace. His hand still held hers as his right arm held her waist.

Saber blushed at the close proximity. The music was nice though, a gentle merry tune that was meant to be done at a pace. Saber's left hand was against Honda's right side.

The two were slow at first, Honda leading Saber as he went side to side. Shifting his body as Saber's followed suit, careful not to step on his feet. Her heartbeat grew faster at all the physical contact she had with Honda at this moment. As the music sped up Honda began spinning her, their waltz becoming faster, her blue dress flowing freely. After a solid minute, Saber was more focused on his fluid movements, elusive, smooth and full of flair. Honda observed hers in turn, direct and etched in sturdy yet fiery passion.

He shifted gears pulling her a tad closer. Saber held on tight, her blush still there but her eyes now on Honda's, who gave her a come hither look. Saber seemed to take this more as a challenge. Her eyes narrowed a tad. She will not accept being taunted.

She swooped, controlling the waltz, almost tripping Honda from the whiplash. Her strength was immeasurable, Honda was moved around effortlessly like a ragdoll. Saber seemed to be pleased with herself, not taking mockery lightly.

Honda's response was to spin and reversed the move bringing Saber full spin, her body leaning into his right arm, her full weight carried by Honda.

Honda's face was close to Saber's. Both blushing, hesitating. The music was ignored as the duo were caught in a staredown. Honda slowly came closer to Saber, feeling her shallow breaths against his face. Saber looked to the side, clearing her throat.

She wasn't sure what to say, the dance was nice as short as it was. Honda was in fact a little too well practiced, it caught her off guard. She wasn't sure what to do here. She felt a hand on her left cheek, turning towards her master. His azure eyes staring intensely into her deep emerald ones. He caressed her cheek, she blinked at the affectionate touch. He came closer, her hands held his clavicles.

"Master..." Saber whispered. She couldn't demand her master to risk death in the Holy Grail War because of her hesitation. It was these unorthodox methods that was the norm in magus warfare, and he did maintain some self control throughout this whole ordeal to say the least. She would not stop him. The dance alone helped her see what kind of person he was. She could tell he was not a malicious man, and wouldn't hurt her.

His lips were placed against her left cheek. It was faint if Saber was honest. Almost like a brush against her skin. Honda let go, observing Saber's face. Her eyes had unknowingly closed during the exchange, lips breathing shallow breaths. A warmth had spread throughout her chest, feeling lightheaded. Saber wasn't sure why, it should be wrong, yet the chaste kiss was definitely not what she had in mind. Her eyes reopened, her eyes staring at Honda, almost glowing from the candlelight nearby.

Honda kissed her right cheek. Saber's face reddened looking downward in shyness. Honda turned her face towards his, pressing his lips upon her forehead.

Saber's grip was gradually loosening.

Honda came closer to press another against her nose. Saber didn't know why but the nose kiss made her feel a little self conscious. Her master has yet to kiss her lips, yet already her heart was pounding against her ears. She blinked twice, her senses more focused, noticing the reflective eyes Honda possessed. His lips seemed smooth from this distance.

"Your turn…" Honda half requested.

Saber was anxious. She never kissed anyone herself before. It's an entirely new venture for her. Her lips were sunken in, they felt dry, shaking.

Honda raised her up to stand with him. Saber looked to Honda and back to the side, edging closer but afraid of making a mistake. Her lips lightly grazed his right cheek, which he would return. Saber edged hesitatingly towards his left cheek, him responding by smooching her right eye as it was closed. His forehead pressed to the blonde's, pulling her more into his embrace. Saber looked downwards before meeting his gaze with her own. Both looked to one another before they edged slowly, their noses being the first to brush against one another, their eyes coming closer as their blushes were prominent. The candlelight keeps their faces known to the other.

Their lips grazed one another a tip before they fully encompassed one another, worming their way deeper. Saber's breath was heard through her nose before she relinquished, all noise wasn't even registered, not even her thoughts.

Honda's lips opened letting Saber in more. Saber wasn't sure what possessed her body to move a step forward, her grieves clanging as she did, but here she was, her hands holding her masters' arms. He pressed against her in response. Just when they needed air the two separated, a strand of saliva connecting between them. Honda came back into the kiss, Saber eventually following suit, eyes closed. Honda slowly turned her body towards the bed, Saber holding him to not fall as their bodies pressed against the mattress.

LEMON WARNING!!!

Honda began shifting her body against the thick silk red pillows on the bed. The mattress was soft, like memory cells it didn't lose its original shape as Saber was repositioned. Honda liked the feel of her lips, they were small but succulent.

Saber's eyes clenched. Honda pressed his attack, leaving her overwhelmed, unsure of how exactly to match it. Honda lifted her a tad to unstrap her dress in the back, her master must be a wiz of unstrapping because he was able to loosen the dress quite quickly.

Saber held her arms over her front as Honda aided in removing her dress, folding it and laying with care on his table along with the rest of her armor.

Honda looked towards Saber, she had her left arm and right covering her breasts, her thighs clenched together to cover her nether regions.

"Forgive me master if you find my body...revolting. I am aware how obscene muscles may seem to you."

Saber looked ashamedly to her right.

"Not like a wom--."

Honda removed his shirt and pants exposing himself to Saber. Whatever she was going to say was immediately cut off seeing Honda's magical scepter at full attention, completely destroying any doubt as to his interest.

"...Master!?…" she was a tad shocked at his prominent staff.

Honda felt proud of her reaction. Even if she was just paid to butter him up, it felt nice to feel like the big man in the room, in this case literally.

He came closer to Saber, slowly, making heavy eye contact with her as he crawled to her. Honda was over her, smooching her arm as she watched before reaching for her neck and smooching it's lower left side, sending tingles in Saber's body.

"Ahhh.." Saber moaned. She was breathing harshly, her eyes closed at the intense jolts sent throughout her body. Honda kissed her right cheek, catching her attention, their eyes meeting.

Honda took a look at Saber. Her irises were shaking. Just when he was about to go for another kiss, he noticed something.

A tear slipped from Saber's face, on her right eye. It made him stop.

Saber didn't mean to, she knew her master saw it.

Honda thought to himself. 'Wait a minute. Is she...crying?'

"H-hey you okay Saber?"

Saber was quick to respond, attempting to alleviate his worries. Her voice was hush, almost silent even at this distance. "Forgive me master, I….I have no experience with this. I am not sure that I would be satisfactory as...a partner."

Honda smiled sympathetically. These escorts are really great at acting, this escort's character is played as a virgin then.

"Hey, it's okay. Do you wanna stop?" Honda asked.

Saber looked dumbfounded. Her master was willing to stop for her. He was more courteous than she gave him credit for. But what about her prana? How could she protect him without it?

She shook her head in the negative. "I...I wish to continue, though in all honesty I am unnerved."

Honda hugged her and rolled over, Saber now on top of Honda. "Will this make you feel a little more comfortable, my liege?" He winked.

Saber could feel him against her nether regions. She couldn't help but look down, their crotches touched but not made entry. She did feel a little better now that she wasn't in a vulnerable position. Though now considering what was pressing against her, performance anxiety rose to the forefront of the inexperienced servant.

Honda lifted himself, Saber sitting on his waist. "Let's do this together then, Saber. Ready?' He pulled her closer, her legs around his waist while his hands slowly shifted her hips over his. He aimed his length near her entrance, yet paused waiting for Saber.

"On the count of 3 okay, Saber?" Honda said.

Saber held his clavicles. "One." Honda said.

Saber bit her lip. She edged forward, her entrance over his length. T-two" the king of knights mumbled.

Honda calmly said "Three." His length went inside Saber carefully, he wasn't trying to hurt her at this vital moment.

Saber's eyes clenched as her mouth was open in a silent o position. Honda grunted a bit from the pleasure. Surprisingly he slipped through just fine. Saber let out a moan she held. Honda pulled back a tad before reentering, earning a slightly airy moan from Saber in response. To the knight, she never felt these sensations before, so intrusive, and yet filling.

Honda began shifting his hips in slow pumps, holding Saber against his chest. Her head over his right shoulder as he shifted his hips. Saber's eyes were still closed, still adapting to the steadily increasing waves being felt throughout her body, gasping out for air with each thrust.

"M-master…" Saber moaned.

"Yes, Saber?" Honda grunted, nibbling the pretty blonde's neck causing her to look upward as she moaned.

"T-this is...not like what I had expected…" Saber's eyes opened a tad. "I thought it would be painful…"

"That's great! Try moving your hips along with mine." Honda breathed out, he gave the knight a wet kiss before releasing her, his pelvic thrusts steadily increasing.

Saber started shifting her hips, slowly feeling for Honda's pace, her insides felt like they were melting. Honda grunted from her reciprocation. "Like this master…"

she gasped out, her hair bouncing with each thrust.

"Call me Honda, Saber." Honda pulled her face to meet his eyes. Saber gasped out, slowly nodding. "H-Honda…"

Her master kissed her deeply, slowly edging her downward with him on top, the kiss not separating until the back of the blonde's head touched the mattress. They were in a missionary position. Honda's pumping was more rhythmic and intense, Saber holding him by his sides as her hips thrusted as well, sweat matting her forehead. Her breath felt hoarse, the bed softly creaking as their bodies tumbled to and fro.

Honda kissed her right cheek, Saber responding by pulling him closer, her head over his left shoulder, gasping for air as she was nearing climax. The sounds of him entering loud for the knight to hear resounded in her eardrums.

Squelch*Squelch*

Saber felt something about to burst from within her. Her senses felt numb, her body hot like a furnace.

"Master, I feel…*moan*...I feel!" The once king moaned out, incapable of vocalizing her thoughts.

"S-saber, I need to pull out!" Honda grunted.

"N-No master! For the *hiss* exchange to work you must release inside!" Saber gasped.

"Y-you serious!?" Honda looked at her like she was crazy. Sweat marred his torso, his blue eyes pierced her.

"I d-do not jest! Just release...inside..me!" Saber whilst speaking and unknowingly began her throes of orgasm, too caught up in dialogue to focus on her own body. Her nether lips clenched around Honda, causing him to gasp out his own release.

Honda held Saber tight, she pulled him into her own embrace as they mutually released, heaving out for air as they spasmed. Saber's eyes were obscured by her now messy blonde hair. Her mouth was open as she was recuperating whatever oxygen she could gain. Her master laid his head on her right shoulder, gasping for breath. Saber's legs were wrapped around Honda's midsection, his arms kept them there. Her own arms laid extended limply on her sides, too tired to move.

Honda groaned. "So...hope you're ready for round two!"

Saber's eyes had widened tremendously under her hair strands.

LEMON END!!!

--Velune Residence: Bathroom--

Stria was currently in the golden bathroom within a tub, washing her sweaty body from her earlier fiasco with Honda. With her call of an escort, Honda will be physically exhausted by the time he sleeps, and thus the ritual to make him a pseudo-master will flow without delay.

At least that's what Stria's main focus should be. The truth was her mind kept recalling her tryst with the magician earlier. One minute she was sitting and the next, she had lost herself to base desire. It's never happened before and yet with Honda it was as if it were...natural. Being that she was an artificial being, a homunculus, the irony was not lost to her. She blushed at the thought of kissing Honda over and over and it made her shiver in arousal.

Since his arrival, in all honesty, Honda's presence had made her pulse quicken at close proximity. She knew his purpose, spent months studying him yet thinking on his future brought pangs to her chest of unknown origin. Other, more older homunculi may not have such strange sensations, but Stria being a younger creation, was a blank slate. Her being could be easily influenced by external factors, even to such things as connection, wants and even internal conflict.

When hearing of Idores' plans for Honda, Stria couldn't help but easily notice that her vendetta against Honda is highly personal. What Honda has done to her to warrant this animosity is currently unknown to the bathing albino. She may not say it out loud in the presence of her master but she does know one thing. Her master, Idores was a petty and dangerous being. Stria personally did not want to put someone like Honda to an undeserved end, yet as a servant to Idores, she must carry her orders out. Her chest hurts thinking about this internal conflict repeating itself in her mind. An internal conflict made more prevalent from what Honda had said.

--Flashback : Chapter 3--

Part of the trick is that you want to believe." Honda said.

Stria looked back to Honda. "Believe?"

Honda nodded "You want to believe the world is more than what you know already. Beyond the limits of your own reality."

The card was put back on the deck as Honda collected his deck placed back in his pocket.

"And considering your reaction, you must really want to see more than what you know." He grinned. before lounging back and yawning.

--Flashback End--

Stria huddled her knees closer to her chest. The suds piling against her breast. The pang from earlier is becoming bigger. Feelings are difficult at times for a homunculus to contemplate especially when around her master Idores. Stria would serve her yes, but she can't stop these feelings from worming their way into her mind.

Stria didn't want to hurt Honda. If anything she would rather he not be involved at all. He was an innocent, struggling man looking to make ends meet. He was a diligent, hardworking and reliable individual from what Stria has observed so far, and felt shame that he would live his last few days unaware of his own impending doom.

And yet she was Idores' servant. She couldn't disobey her, not out of want but of need. Should Stria disobey Idores then, she will meet her end, her value as a homunculus would be exhausted.

Stria's life was not hers to possess. Yet that moment with Honda, that was all her. No influence, just her grasping what she wanted. How long she had wanted to believe that her world could be more than…

A stinging sensation could be felt stemming from her back.

...If Idores knew, she would be defective as a servant. Stria is to remain silent.

"What is this?" Stria whispered to herself.

She looked at the wet strand emanating from her left eye. She used her left hand to pick at the protruding droplet observing it in fascination.

"..Again…"

The truth was, Stria was as much a prisoner to the Velune residence as Honda was. Confined to her fate.

Thinking back to Honda's words. The card trick he performed made her want to believe as well. In the coming days before Honda met his end, she would make his final days a pleasant one. It was the least she could do, from one prisoner to another. If even for a moment more, she would embrace him as much as time would allow them.

A doorbell was heard. Stria stopped bathing, she was finished anyway.

Water dripped from her alabaster body as she rose.

--Velune Residence: Hallway--

As Stria left the bathroom, wearing her usual punkish attire into the hallway, she kept hearing the doorbell being rung. Along the way towards the entrance she began hearing a thumping sound near the guest room. More specifically it sounded as if groaning could be heard from there. Maybe Honda was in pain? Stria decided to take a peek in case out of concern for the resident magician.

She cracked the door open, without making a sound. She peeked inside and witnessed within the room, lit by candlelight, that Honda was right in the middle of fornicating with someone. This person was a blonde by the look of things, moaning as she was ravished by Honda on his bed. They currently were in the middle of an adapted missionary with the woman's right leg being held over Honda's left shoulder. The blonde woman was desperately gasping for air, strands of her thick gold mane sticking to her sweaty forehead, reflecting some of the bluish night light from outside. Honda then came down to make out with the woman, slowing his pumps a tad while circulating his hips to add stimulation whilst tasting her lips.

Stria blushed intensely. It would seem that the escort she had hired actually arrived, and Honda was completely devouring the woman. She closed the door, high pitched moans mixed with Honda's grunts, their voices muffled yet steadily getting louder as Stria walked to the entrance to answer the door.

As Stria opened the door, she spotted another woman. This one in particular was a red headed woman dressed in a long coat, yet by the cleavage and horns protruding on her crown, she was clearly dressed with a lack of modesty. The woman had red lipstick and was very bodacious, her cleavage prominent through the coat. She spoke in a purr.

"Hello, I am here for Katashi Honda...he is...awaiting me." The woman giggled twirling a strand of hair in her left hand.

Stria stood there confused. Wasn't Honda already with an escort for the night? If this woman here was the escort, then who was the woman Honda was with? Stria looked at something that caught her eye, specifically underneath the woman's feet. There embedded in the stone was a circle, but not any circle, it was a faded summon circle, only revealed by Stria's excessively keen eyesight. In the dead of night it would take careful looking for the average person to notice the circular design and the runes drawn in the circles.

Stria looked back. Her eyes were wide in shock. That wasn't an escort Honda was currently with...it was in fact a servant.

The moaning from the hallway was prevalent, clearly indicating that the servant in question was reaching an orgasm.

The escort next to Stria blushed hearing the moaning from this distance. "My, I suppose this Honda must be with another one of the girls. Must be quite talented from what I'm hearing." She looked towards Stria. "Are you joining in as well? I don't think any of us would mind."

Stria had interrupted the succubus-costumed escort, carrying her by the scruff of her neck and the back of her rear as if she weighed nothing.

"H-hey!! Wait! What are you doing!?" the escort yelled. Her character broke in favor of her real voice which sounded naily and whiny given the circumstances.

"Forgive me but your services will not be needed at the moment. Please accept my humblest apologies as I escort you out." Stria calmly said before throwing the escort out. Her body flew a few feet away as the albino slammed the door.

"Ahhhh!!! Oof!" The escort could be heard collapsing on the pavement.

Stria stood looking back in the hallway, her heart rapidly pounding against her ears. The fact that a servant was here could only mean one thing.

The Holy Grail War had already begun.

CHAPTER END