AN: I noticed that the site isn't sending update alerts. If you jumped to his chapter because you found the story on top of the recently updated ones and skipped to the last chapter available, know that I've started updating here from chapter 30. Start reading from there.
Chapter 32
Saber sat on the pavement of one of the many showers inside Howard's mansion, warm water splashing on her. Her body was still twitching from the through fucking she had just received. She was still so sensitive that her skin tingled just from the water running on her.
She had lost. There was no other way to put it. She had tested her resolve and self control against the might of Howard's cock and she came up short by a great margin.
Being a slut was one thing, but being indecorous was something she couldn't accept, and yet it seemed like she didn't have a choice in the matter. It appeared that once she was confronted with a cock, all she could do was submit. That didn't really sit well with her.
Losing, that is.
Falling short of a goal she had set for herself was against her very nature. It wasn't even a matter of pride at this point. The dragon aspect inside of her did not tolerate failure. Even if the task was something as seemingly trivial as not losing her composure during the act of sex.
The problem was that Saber was being confronted with far too many challenges at the same time. She had barely acknowledged the reality that, being born a woman, she was ultimately a slut and she had yet to make sense of how that played in the great scheme of things, especially in her relationships with Rin and Shirou.
Furthermore, she realized that she lacked in too many fields. Her skills were lacking and she didn't know exactly what was expected of her in all circumstances. Her ability to learn about those things was greatly impaired by her inability to stay conscious during the act itself.
It was only natural that, as a slut, cocks were her weakness. All the more so a powerful cock like that of Howard. Even just thinking about it made her pussy ache with desire, even though his semen was still dripping out of her. It was like an untrained peasant going against a fully trained, fully equipped knight.
There was only one outcome for a scenario like that.
What she needed, she already understood, was gradual experience. Of course she would not be getting it at Howard's place. He was way outside her league. Fortunately, she had already taken steps in the right direction and had booked an appointment at the XXX Lounge later that night.
Speaking of which, she had to get going.
Howard had fucked her for the better part of two hours, until he reminded her that she had said she had something else to attend to that evening. She had been so far gone that she had completely forgotten about it. Another unacceptable lapse in behavior on her part.
Now she had little time to clean herself, dress up and get there.
She stood up on her shaky legs and turned off the water, before grabbing the nearby towel to dry herself. Her arms were trembling.
Even though Servants could not be damaged by something without a spiritual component to them, she was still greatly affected by it. It appeared that a cock like Howard's transcended the barrier between physical and spiritual and struck at her core.
'Or maybe I am simply a bigger slut than I thought myself,' she pondered. That thought didn't really sting as it used to. Saber wasn't one to look away from the truth, even one as painful as that. Now that she had accepted that as the reality of things, she refused to be morose about it.
Besides, being a slut wasn't all that bad. She had just come down from one of the greatest high of her lifetime, and while she greatly disapproved of her behavior during the act, she had found no fault in the act itself.
Even the stain of cheating didn't detract her from the appreciation she had for having sex with Howard. The blame was solely hers, and not on her employer or what they did together.
She was the cheating slut and no one else. A good thing didn't become a bad one because it was enjoyed by an awful person. That was how things were. She was the one in the wrong in all fronts.
She was an awful girlfriend and a subpar slut. According to all logic, the two things were diametrically opposite, so the worse she was at one thing, the better she should have been at the other. However, empirical data disagreed with that. Then, if one could be bad at both things, did it mean it was possible to be good at both as well?
Saber dearly hoped so, and the only way she would find out was advancing on the road of slutdom. It was the only path she had left anyway. Of course, she knew it wouldn't be easy. Truly worthy things never were. There would be many setbacks, but she swore to herself she would overcome them all.
She owed it to the people she loved. Yes, for the sake of Rin and Shirou, she would keep on cheating on them until she understood how to make both happy.
That was the most reasonable thing to do.
In the past it would not have made any sense to her either, but now she knew there was more to being a slut than she first thought. It was about being loose only if one merely relished in pleasure without trying to be something more. She knew that by striving to become something better, she would eventually reach a point where everything she went through to get there would be worthy.
As Shirou used to say, as long as you do what you think is right, you'll never be wrong.
With that in mind, she stepped out of the shower and started dressing herself.
There was just one small problem though. She had no underwear to speak of. The only good pair she had ripped apart earlier, and she had currently none left to wear.
That was a problem, but there was at least someone whom she could ask for help. Veronica was already done with her shower and was getting dressed in the locker room.
"Uhmm.. Veronica?" she called out.
"Yes, what is it, Saber?"
"Do… I find myself in a bit of a conundrum. I'm not sure there's a proper way to ask it at all, but would you happen to have a fresh pair of underwear that I could borrow?"
"Underwear? Oh, you mean panties."
"Yes, do you have any to spare?"
Veronica giggled. "Saber, darling, I haven't worn panties in years. I'm afraid you are on your own on that front."
"You don't wear underclothes? At all?" Saber asked, blinking.
"Of course not! I would have to change them several times a day if I did," she explained.
".. aren't you cold?"
"Well, sometimes, but you'll find that the freedom you get in exchange is worth being a little uncomfortable."
"But if you wear a skirt, you might accidentally expose yourself."
"Why, yes," Veronica agreed. "That's part of the fun isn't it? Nothing says that I'm always available for sex like baring my pussy, don't you think?"
"I... suppose," Saber conceded, a bit flustered. "Pardon me for being nosy, but doesn't your husband say anything about that. He must have noticed by now."
"Of course, but I just told him that they chafed my skin and that was it. Besides, he had his naughty fun time with it too, you know."
"Oh. Well, that's a good thing I suppose," Saber conceded.
"He seemed to think so too," Veronica giggled.
In Veronica's behavior, Saber found a bit of confirmation of her earlier theory. It was possible to be promiscuous and at the same time make one's family happy. There was still the aspect of deceit that bothered her, but she knew it was possible, at least in theory.
However, unlike Veronica, Saber wouldn't put promiscuity above family, even at the price of her life. Saber knew her priorities well.
Speaking of which, her next task was still getting to the XXX Lounge and there was no time for a detour home to get herself some underwear. Besides, there was some merit to what Veronica just said, as she would end up changing out of them one more time before the day was done.
Therefore, she got dressed without them, putting on a pair of skintight trousers that she had come to favor recently and a button up shirt.
With a pair of short heeled shoes she walked out of Howard's mansion with a clear purpose in her steps.
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London was, as usual, a very vibrant city in the evening. Even the part of it where Saber was walking.
She had the cab drop her some streets away from her destination, since she had no intention to let anyone know where she was going. Just because she was a slut, didn't mean she shouldn't exercise discretion and modesty.
Although, claiming to be modest while not wearing any underwear was a bit of a stretch. At least she was wearing trousers, and she wasn't at risk of a gust of wind to expose her to the public.
However, even though she knew that, she was supremely conscious of the stares she received from the men she crossed along the way. It was almost as if they could tell, almost as if going commando was enough to mark her for the slut she was.
Of course that was ridiculous, but it made her more self-conscious. Which in turn made her notice the staring even more.
Gleams of hunger could be seen in the eyes of every male above the age of puberty she came across. She could feel those walking behind her checking her out every step of the way, and even those coming from the opposite direction turned around and kept staring at her after they had walked past her.
She never thought that she, as a woman, could have this much impact on men. For someone who had concealed her gender for years, it was quite the eye opener, and it compounded the fact that people only ever saw what they wanted to see.
If it was a King they wanted, they would even find it even within a slender girl not even out of her teens. It was hardly surprising then, that Veronica and the other maids could so easily cheat on their significant others without being caught.
Was that also part of human nature as well? Were men naturally inclined to miss the dalliances of their women? At this point, Saber couldn't really dismiss it out of hand like she would have done at another time.
Thinking about it, it took her quite some time to figure that Guinevere was having an affair with Lancelot. Sure, there were extenuating circumstances. Matters of state kept her from seeing her wife for long stretches of time, but it still happened under her watch.
Indeed, at the time she had not given it much thought, but she had been cheated upon in the past, wasn't she? She had not made a big deal out of it because she wasn't a man in the first place, but that didn't change that her most stalwart knight betrayed her trust and had an affair with her wife.
Guinevere might have had the excuse that she knew Saber wasn't a man, but Lancelot didn't have that saving grace. And yet, she thought no less of them despite their misgivings.
They were both good people for whom she had great respect.
With that perspective, she started to entertain the notion that cheating wasn't such a bad thing after all. At the very least, it didn't mean that people who did it were necessarily bad themselves. It was something worth considering anyway.
Furthermore, at the time, things only devolved into a tragedy because knowledge of the affair got out. It would be easy to say that if they didn't want to suffer the consequences, they shouldn't have done the deed, but in light of what Saber recently discovered about human nature, perhaps it might not have been avoidable.
While she entertained these thoughts, Saber arrived in front of her destination. With its bright neon lights, the XXX Lounge seemed to beckon her to come inside. Saber knew what awaited for her inside it.
Degradation and debauchery.
Half of her dreaded it and the other half anticipated it. She was afraid of how she was changing, wary of the deceptively gentle slope she was descending. A single slip up and she might tumble down to depths unknown.
For a brief moment, she felt like running away and forget about the whole thing.
The cold grasp of fear clawed at her heart and that was precisely why Saber chose to stand her ground and advance. Of all the mistakes and sins she commited, letting fear dictate her actions would never be one of them.
A cheating slut she might be, but a coward she was not.
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The door opened with barely any noise, and Saber walked inside the shop, which at this time was largely lacking in customers. She supposed that most would come at a later hour, when they more likely wouldn't be spotted and recognized.
That suited her just fine. Anonymity was exactly why she had chosen this particular endeavor.
She approached the counter, and found the same young man as the previous night.
"Good evening David,"she greeted.
"Ah, Miss Saber. You actually came," the youth said as a way of greeting.
"You didn't think I would?" she asked, tilting her head.
"You wouldn't be the first one," he said. "Several women in the past have failed to turn up at the last minute and they were, ah, well, their looks weren't anywhere close to yours. Quite frankly, you are the prettiest woman to ever come in here, much less signing up for… you know."
Saber nodded, even though she wasn't sure about his words. She didn't know how or why other women did what they did. She had only recently learned one thing they all shared.
They were all sluts, without exceptions.
"I see. Even so, I trust you arranged everything all the same."
"Of course," he nodded. "People would have shown up for something like this anyway, even if there was just a small chance you'd actually show."
Saber's eyes darted around, but there wasn't anyone other than the two of them.
"You don't have to worry. For privacy sake the blokes have a separate entrance. You'll never meet them face to face."
"That's for the best," Saber agreed. The reason why she had picked this specific avenue was precisely because it was highly impersonal, detached.
She was not confident in her self-control. Thus far, when confronted with a powerful cock, she rapidly lost her reason. Of course, she had yet to meet anyone as talented as Howard, but it was better safe than sorry. With this method, she would be able to preserve some face in the worst case scenario.
Although humiliation was an efficient training tool, in this case Saber would prefer to avoid it. Heavens knew she had her fair share of humiliation already.
"Okay, then. We should probably go ahead with the preliminary stuff then."
"What do you mean?"
"Like I said, even if we won't distribute the video, we still need to go through the motions and record it properly. That means we should have a mock interview for the audience."
"An interview? What's the point of something like that?" she asked. It was something that puzzled her ever since she watched that video.
"Well… while the people behind the wall might not care who you are, the potential audience is a different matter. You are the only character in this kind of production, so who you are as a person is even more important than in other videos. It's all about being someone who the audience cares for just enough to… well, to get themselves off watching you."
"Hmm, I didn't think it would be something that deep," Saber replied. It made a twisted sort of sense, though. While identity did not matter for those who used the room, the same couldn't be said about the people who watched the events through a screen. In a way, she wasn't doing it with the people behind the wall, but with the countless unseen people who would watch the video.
Although no one would ever see it, of course.
More and more, she found out that there were countless layers to this part of human nature. It wasn't just simple sex. How could she have ever hoped to understand her people, if she didn't even know this much?
How willfully blind had she been all her life?
"Very well. Let us begin, then."
"Alright, come with me." he said, walking out from behind the counter and leading her toward the room.
It was exactly as she recalled it. Completely bare, except for the holes in the wall and just large enough for her to reach both sides without even stretching her arms. However, it was brightly lit as to not make anyone feel claustrophobic. There was also a simple chair sitting in the middle that hadn't been there the last time, and a camera propped on a support, which she supposed was there for the purpose of the interview.
"Please, take a seat," he said, motioning to the chair. "I'm going to ask you a few questions about yourself. Feel free to answer however you want."
"Questions such as?"
"Oh, your name for starters. No need to give your real name though. Actually, it's better if it's a made up name. As for the rest, just go with what comes best."
Saber nodded and sat down in front of the camera.
"Alright, we'll be recording in three, two, one. Hi, Welcome to Gloryhole Indiscretions. We have a new guest star here today. Let's meet this angel over here. What's your name, baby?"
"Ah, Artoria. That's my name, yes," she replied awkwardly. She didn't have the time to think of a faux name, so she went with her true one. Fortunately, no one ever called her that. Even Rin and Shirou referred to her as Saber all the time. Artoria was the name that she left behind when she sealed away her femininity so long ago.
Perhaps it was fitting, then, that she went by it now that she had unsealed it.
'Arthur the King. Artoria the Slut.'
"Welcome Artoria and thanks for joining us here. So tell us a bit about yourself. What are your hobbies? What do you do in your spare time?"
"As a hobby? I don't really have one. Well, maybe training. Yes, I do train a lot."
"Oh, so you are the sporty type?" he asked.
"I guess. I do like physical exercise, yes."
"Excellent! We do love our girls to be fit after all. And tell us, how old are you?"
"My age? Let's just say that I'm over twenty and under thirty, let's leave it at that."
Actually, her real age was already over thirty, but with her youthful appearance no one would believe it, so the papers that Rin had made for her said that she was twenty five.
"No kidding. You could pass for eighteen at most," he told.
"I shall take that as a compliment," she replied with the faintest of smiles.
"And what about your relationships? Do you have a boyfriend?"
Her thoughts went to Shirou, who was hiding somewhere out there, facing who knew what threats. However, she too was facing an ordeal of her own.
"Actually, yes," she said honestly.
"Seriously?" he asked, clearly breaking script. "Then why would you come here?"
"Because…" she halted. How could she answer that question? Surely she couldn't say that she needed Mana. Besides, what he meant was why did she come to a place like this even though she had a boyfriend. There was just one thing that would truthfully answer that question.
"Because I'm a cheating slut."
There, she had said it. With her own mouth she had admitted the truth of things as they were. She couldn't express into words the depth of shame that she felt. However now that it was out there, it was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and she sat up slightly more straight.
'Indeed, the truth does set one free,' she thought.
"W-well," David stuttered. "Then I can safely say that you've come to the right place."
"I would hope so," she replied.
He pressed a button and the light that signaled the camera was running turned off.
"Ok, that's it for this part. Thank you very much."
"You're welcome," Saber replied, still a little bit flustered by the things she had said. However, she had not come to this place to be deceitful. Rather, it was a step forward in her quest for truth.
"I will get out of here and close the door behind me. The guys should be in place by now and they'll start poking through as soon as I give them the signal."
"Already? I.. .wait. I'm not sure how this should go. How long am I to stay in here?"
"As long as you want. We aren't really missing on volunteers. Feel free to call it quits whenever, but do try to get at least a couple of people off."
"Ve-very well. Thank you for your patience."
"There's nothing to thank me for. Have fun now," he said, getting out with his camera and closing the door behind him.
It was so that Saber found herself sitting inside the room all on her own, heart racing in anticipation of what was about to happen.
A moment later, music with a soft beat started to play inside the room. It was neither slow nor fast. In fact, it seemed to be in sync with her heartbeat. She focused on it to calm herself down some, and it lasted right until she heard a shuffling noise from the other side of the wall.
A few seconds later, a pale cock emerged from the hole to her right.
Saber's eyes widened. Even though it was exactly what she expected to happen, seeing it for real was incredibly shocking. There was a human phallus, a dick, coming out of the wall. To say that she found it surreal would be a great understatement.
Yet there was something surprisingly simple about it. Everything about the person was left outside of the room. The only thing that could come through was the embodiment of his desire. Everything about the expected social norms was filtered out.
There was no expectation placed on her other than dealing in pleasure. She was not being held, as she could walk out at any moment, but in that tiny little place, she felt freer than she ever did.
She did not have to fear judgement or scorn. She could do everything she wanted, listening to her instinct as much as she wished and all of it would not follow her past the door.
In there she could be as much of a slut as she wanted to.
Slowly, with the elegance that characterized her, she shifted on the chair so that she sat facing the cock. Her fingers rose to brush it and they found it every little bit as firm and hot as it looked. It was only slightly longer than what could fit in her hand and she could comfortably wrap it without much effort.
She immediately grew more confident. Although it aroused her, the feeling it evoked in her wasn't nearly as strong as with Howard's.
She could feel his heartbeat through it, slightly accelerated. A reflection of his excitement. His skin was very smooth, unlike her employer's. More similar to those three guys she had sex with that fateful night. He was probably someone about that age too.
There were so many things that Saber could understand just from touching a cock that it surprised her. In fact, she was so absorbed by this that she didn't even notice when she had gently started stroking it.
When she realized what she was doing, she smiled ruefully.
'It really is in my nature,' she admitted to herself. With every experience she became more used to that uncomfortable truth.
At this point, she no longer had any negative feeling about being a slut, or if she had them, they were quickly droned out as she focused on the task at hand. Using her wrist, and her aptitude as a Saber Class Servant, she put all of her focus into stroking him just right.
Short, deliberate movement aimed at drawing out pleasure. Since she could do it with a single hand, she had another one free that she could use to put into practice what she had learned just a few hours ago.
Unlike Howard's balls, which were the size of a ripe orange, this man's testicles were close to medium sized nuts, which she guessed was the origin of the slang term for that specific body part.
Nonetheless, even though they possessed nothing of the tyrannical masculinity of her employer, Saber had every intention of taking care of them properly, so she immediately lowered her face to them, placing a kiss on each before repeating the suction trick she learned from Veronica.
However, because the difference in size, she actually sucked the entire thing in. It was surprising, but not all shocking. In fact, it was easier this way.
She rolled it around in her mouth like a freshly pìcked cherry.
The taste was also different from Howard, now that she could make the comparison with a clear mind. Although the difference wasn't that pronounced that she would mistake them for anything else, they were distinct enough that she could tell the two apart.
'Does everyone have their own peculiar flavor?' she wondered, as she released the testicle and lifted her head to the shaft. At that thought the salivation within her mouth increased tenfold. 'Is every man's cock a delicacy of its own?'
She had always been a glutton, and now that her curiosity was aroused, she just had to find out.
So, there was no hesitation, no reluctance when she wrapped her lips around the head of the cock. Her mouth tingled at the pleasant hardness and heat.
It was lacking in many ways, compared to the thing she was used to, but it wasn't without merit. It just meant that she had to work harder to get the flavor she looked for out of it
Using her tongue to coat the crown with saliva, she slowly gobbled more and more of its length, until it was entirely inside her mouth. Fortunately, she had long since grown accustomed to having her throat jammed, so there wasn't even the slightest gag reflex on her part.
That was where the fun began.
Up and down. she bobbed her head upon it. From its root to its crown she lavished it attentively, applying a suction at all times, causing her cheeks to sink in her face a bit.
At that moment, much to her surprise, another cock came out on of the hole on the left of the one she was currently busy servicing.
Two cocks at the same time? Indeed, no one had ever said they would come one at a time. If that was the case, there wouldn't have been a need for multiple holes.
'I have been far too naive,' she thought. Never was it said it would be a one-on-one confrontation. The odds were stacked against her.
But that was also fine.
Her current benchmark was a cock of much greater power and presence. More than one cock of average size was required to provide her with a challenge of similar level. Although the sum of multiple weaker opponents wasn't the same as a single one of greater ability, it was still a step up in the right direction.
She removed her mouth from the first cock and moved herself to the second, leaving behind one hand to keep up with the work she had done thus far. However, in order to do so she had to leave the stool behind and kneel on the floor, positioning herself exactly between one cock and the other.
The new arrival was a bit shorter, but with a slightly greater girth. It was also more veiny and rough looking. Saber liked this one better, probably because it was slightly more reminiscing of Howard's.
Gathering saliva in her mouth she then poured it over this new shaft, coating it properly. It seemed that being faced with a dick increased the production of liquid within her.
'It must be a natural response,' she decided. 'The body of a woman is a receptacle for cocks. It is only normal that it reacts accordingly.'
The more cocks before her, the more her body would react. Howard alone was sufficiently endowed that the mere sight of his manhood opened the flood between her legs, but the combined presence of dicks of lesser stock would elicit a similar effect, to a degree.
'More and more, I realize that my body exists for this purpose.'
As she alternated her slobbering between one cock and the other, she felt herself growing steadily hotter and a patch of wetness had appeared between her legs. She would have loved to stimulate herself with her fingers, but that would have meant letting go of a cock, and that wasn't acceptable.
'My own pleasure is of secondary concern,' she decided, though she already knew. In the course of one's duty, pleasure and satisfaction weren't required. She didn't service cocks because she liked them, though she did, but because as a woman that was what she was born for.
Therefore, she willed herself to ignore the heat building up between her legs and doubled her efforts in order to keep her mind occupied.
Alas, as her lips were wrapped around the second cock, the first one reached the inevitable end of its journey. Saber wasn't able to swap before it shot its precious cream on the floor, leaving only a few drops on Saber's fingers.
She spared a pitiful glance at the wasted bounty, letting go of the cock currently occupying her mouth so that she could lick her fingers clean, before returning her full attention to the only one left, while the first disappeared from whence it had come.
Wasting a perfectly good meal like that annoyed her, all the more so when it ended up dirtying the floor. She wouldn't allow it to happen a second time, so she applied ten times as much suction on the cock she was sucking upon.
This caused her cheeks to sink into her mouth and her lips to stretch forward when she pulled back on it and her nostrils to flare every time she exhaled.
She heard the man groan in pleasure on the other side of the wall. This room was a place of wonder. Even though there was a wall between them, a physical obstruction, Saber felt there were far less things between her and this man than with anyone before.
Of course it would only last for the duration of this intercourse, but in there her identity, faults and burdens were insignificant.
There were no appearances to be upheld. The men beyond the walls did not care about her name or her circumstances. To them, she was just a set of warm holes with the purpose of relieving their lust. Forget about her identity, to them she was just a tool. Not even a human being.
Once again, Saber was struck by the odd parallel between the highest and the lowest ranking figure she embodied.
The King who incarnated all the virtues and the Slut who embodied all the vices... at their core weren't all that different.
They both acted with a lack of self, as a recipient of people's desires. They both were nothing but wish-granting devices.
'The Grail which I have been seeking was my own body all along. If only I had shared it with my subjects back then, which kind of future would we have had?'
Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets now. Her only option was to make up for her lack of insight in the past by doubling her efforts in the present.
Her reign as a King was over, but her time as a Slut had only just begun.
It was on that thought that he came into her mouth, almost as if to confirm that she was correct. Saber swallowed every last drop with enthusiasm and still kept on sucking, letting go of it not because she wanted to, but because the man on the other side forcibly pulled out.
Saber almost wanted to break through the wall and give chase, but before she could act on that impulse, she felt a new presence behind her.
She turned around and this time her eyes widened in delight.
A massive cock of well over 8 inches had appeared. Whereas the previous two seemed to just wait for her to design them with her attention, this one seemed to demand that she'd render service upon it.
Saber couldn't help but agree with it, knowing deep in her heart that using her mouth would be doing it a meat-shaft of higher stock deserved that she used her royal pussy to comfort it.
Stepping up to it, she unbuttoned her trousers without even thinking, rolling them down to her knees. Touching it with her nether lips, Saber shivered from the pleasure caused by the contact and the burning heat of its arrogant-looking crown.
She instinctively bucked her hips forward sliding its length between her thighs and coating it with her arousal. The sensation it brought her made her clamp her legs on it, trapping it between her pale thighs.
She wanted it inside her, but the way her butt tingled, as it brushed under her cheeks, shocked her beyond words. The sensory feedback was almost as intense as what she received from her pussy. Even the skin of her thighs relished the contact with the shaft.
Before she could formulate a hypothesis her body reacted out of instinct and she started moving her hips back and forth, effectively performing a thighjob.
'S-Something like this is also possible,' she realized 'T-truly, the wonders of sex are too many to count.'
The more she involved herself in this world, the more she understood that her body was built for this. But that was normal. Men and women were naturally complementary beings, therefore there was only one conclusion.
'The purpose of a woman's body is to give men pleasure and to receive it in turn.'
Of course, that was what a human woman would think, but she had already become someone who discarded the self for the sake of others, therefore, her own pleasure, while welcome, was utterly unnecessary.
That was, in a way, much more gratifying than intercouse made with genuine love.
'Indeed, fucking is so much better than making love. I understand why now.'
Indeed, making love and love-making was a mutual exchange, a trade of sorts, but fucking - and more precisely slutting- was in Saber's opinion an act of selfless giving. A noble endeavor not at all different from Knighthood.
In fact, maybe a woman would be a much better Knight than a man? Wasn't Saber, the King of all Knights, a woman herself?
It was something that would merit some thought, at a time when thinking about anything other than pleasing cocks was wasn't it, and in her inexperience she had already spent too much time wondering and too little actually putting in some effort.
She intensified the thrusting of her hips, flushing her body flat against the wall to have more room to swing her butt back and forth.
Another woman would have ended up slamming her stomach against the wall, or slipping the cock out from the makeshift hole of her legs, but Saber's Riding Skill was ranked B, and therefore she would absolutely not make a mistake like that.
With the skin of her thighs being already silk-smooth and the copious lubrication provided by her pussy, the stranger's cock was wrapped in a cocoon not inferior to an actual pussy. Furthermore, Saber could exercise a much better grip than what she could do with her vaginal muscles, therefore she was exerting a much greater pressure than normal.
As a testament to his stamina, it took him a few minutes to reach the apex, but when he actually did, he shot a stream of boiling hot cum across the room, splattering on the opposite wall and filling the space between Saber's thighs, coating her legs, pussy and even the inside of her buttock with man-seed.
Several more shots of thick semen spurted from it, leaving a trail on the floor.
Still leaning against the wall, Saber watched the result of her work in stunned fascination.
'I didn't know a man could cum that strongly. I didn't know I could make them.'
She could only imagine how much pleasure he must have felt, and the awareness that it was her merit filled her with extreme pride, almost as if she had ranked first in a javelin-throwing contest.
The combination of physical and mental satisfaction was enough to make her cum herself, making her body shake lightly
'E-even without being actually fucked I… The power of a real cock is not to be underestimated.'
Even so, the satisfaction of having performed well was marred by the knowledge of having, once more, wasted the precious nectar on the floor. A mistake could be forgiven, but being recidive required being disciplined.
Alas, there was no one who could tell her what an appropriate punishment should be. However, she knew that a good punishment was required to fix the mistake one's made as well as humble the one who committed it.
As such, she already knew what she had to do.
Pulling away from the still erected shaft of meat, Saber turned around and kneeled on the ground. The ropes of semen on the floor seemed to call out for her. She hesitated briefly, wondering if this was really the right thing to do. Wasn't it wrong, for the King to kneel? Was this feeling just her pride arrogantly rearing its head?
When Sir Ector or Kay punished her for doing something wrong, even unintentionally, she felt much the same way. However, in the end she always came to appreciate what she learned from her penance.
'Even a King must admit when he's at fault, and make amends. It would be more shameful of me not to do this.'
At least, she hoped so. However, even though she was scared of making a mistake, sometimes a leap of faith was required. To advance when afraid of making a mistake, is the very definition of courage.
With that decision made, Saber put both hands on the ground and neared the cum waiting on the floor. Hesitation swelled into her heart, but from this close the smell of man-juice emboldened her, and she opened her mouth to let her tongue out, which slowly approached the thick-looking treat.
The moment it made contact, the taste was enough to make her forget all reservations, and with fluttering eyes she started licking it up earnestly.
'Even though it's so degrading, why does it feel so good? Is a woman nothing more than an animal in heat? Just a… just a horny bitch?'
She would have loved nothing more than to deny it, but she was enjoying the taste of cum too much to even consider stopping. That was all the answer she required, in and of itself. Although she felt ashamed, she merely accepted as the unpleasant truth that it was, and carried on with her well deserved punishment.
If she didn't want to feel that way ever again, she would have to make sure she never wasted a drop of cum. It was as simple as that.
Slowly, making sure not to miss even the slightest speck of it, Saber licked her way from one wall to the other, crawling on the floor on all four with her butt sticking up in the air. Then, once she was done cleaning where she had dirtied, she used both hands to scope the juice from between her legs, marvelling at how good the consistency and warmth of semen felt upon her skin, especially that of her ass.
Only when she was perfectly clean, she noticed that the last cock was still there, just as erect as it previously was.
'A truly strong opponent wouldn't go down for being hit once. Howard taught me that much.'
Feeling challenged, Saber crawled back to the dick and used her mouth to lick it clean of their combined juices. Then, after it returned to the same degree of hardness it was while she serviced it with her thighs, Saber stood up and turned around, presenting her behind.
She leaned against it, pinning the shaft between the wall and the crack of her butt. The heat radiating from it spread through her buttocks, making both her pussy and asshole twitch.
'What… what if I used… No, that's not right. That dirty hole is not meant for this task.'
But even though she thought so, she couldn't help but rub her ass up and down along its length. However, before venturing in uncharted territory, she leaned forward once more, lifting her butt by standing on her tiptoes and putting a hand on the floor for balance, while the other reached between her legs to spread open the folds of her cunt.
She wanted to savor this moment she had been yearning for a while now. She pushed the head against her opening and slowly, delicately pushed it inside.
"Oohhhh," she sighed in relief as she sheathed it to the last inch until her butt was resting against the wall. It didn't reach as deep as she had come to enjoy it as of late, but it was thick and long enough not to make her feel so disappointedly empty.
The way it twitched inside her tight pussy sent waves of pleasure up her spine. However, she reminded herself that she wasn't there for her enjoyment, but for that of the all cocks waiting for her.
Despite the awkward position caused by the difference in height, Saber's balance was flawless and her powerful thighs could easily handle her weight even like that. The Riding Skill would insure that she would not fall. Therefore she started moving her hips back and forth, sliding the meat pole in and out of her horny cavity.
"Yes. Oh, yes," she moaned despite herself. She wasn't there for her own enjoyment, but she did enjoy herself all the same.
She quickly sped up the pace, relishing in the way her pussy spread and contracted with the passage of the sturdy man-meat, but also how her butt felt when it slapped against the wall on its way back.
Because she required only one hand to keep her balance, she reached out with her other one to squeeze her buttock, pinching and even slapping it loudly. Each variation caused a different sensation, none of them unpleasant.
'This… my body is… really lewd,' she admitted. 'Maybe, if I had yielded to Caster that night, I would have discovered my true self much sooner. No… that would have meant betraying Rin and Shirou. I cannot allow that to happen.'
She immediately ceased to stimulate her ass, and returned her hand next to the other. However, the tingling didn't go away, but she did her best to ignore it.
Fortunately, on the opposite wall another cock appeared, even bigger than the one currently buried in her pussy. Saber's eyes shone with unrestrained delight as she reached for it with her hands.
It was quite a stretch, but she was tough enough to make it. Stroking one cock with her hands while she worked her well used cunt on the other. An ordinary woman wouldn't be able to handle both in a satisfactory manner, but Saber was no ordinary woman at all.
The fact that she had two cocks to handle in such difficult circumstances helped her keep control of her feelings, using her entire focus to give as much pleasure as she could, until they reached the inevitable finale.
One cock shot its semen deep inside her cunt, reaching all the way to her womb in its excitement. The other one, however, was too far away for her to wrap her lips around it. As such she carefully lined it to her wide-open mouth, sticking out her tongue as much as she could.
Unfortunately, between the difficult position and her own climax being set off by the generous donation of Mana deep inside her womanhood, she only achieved mixed results. A good amount of semen managed to get into her mouth and on her tongue, but the rest of it splattered all over her face and hair drawing lines of liquid lust across her visage.
The heat, taste and smell converged to her brain like a simultaneous, three way attack from which she could not defend. Waves of pleasure crashed against her mind and she climaxed repeatedly in the span of a few seconds.
She managed to hold onto her sanity, if only barely, riding the waves of bliss until they slowly abated. It helped that the cock inside her pussy retreated, now thoroughly satisfied. Otherwise, if Saber had to go at it again without respite, she knew she would have lost herself to lust like it had already happened plenty of times in the past.
No, this was it. Her limit. Right where she should be if she wanted to push them further.
Taking a single recovering breath, she pulled herself towards the cock which she had been servicing with her hands, and started pleasing it with her mouth, seeing that it was still hard as rock.
Not a minute after she had started, yet another shaft appeared next to this one, just as big and as in need of her like the other. Saber didn't know how many more challengers there were, waiting for her, but she would absolutely go through all of them until she had drained them of every single drop of Mana.
The path she had chosen went only onward.
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A few hours later, the door to the room opened and the clerck walked inside. The smell of cum was overpowering, but there was not a single trace of it to be found, except on the body of the now completely naked woman.
She was sitting against the wall, half slumped and breathing heavily. Her body twitched as drops of semen trailed down her chest and onto her abdomen, pooling around her navel. Her eyes were half-open, but they didn't seem to notice him, or the modest erection that was stretching his trousers.
"I didn't think it was true. A woman like you claiming she's a slut, I… I thought there was something else going on, but seeing you like this…."
His words were bitter. Saber's beauty and demeanor had caught his attention right away. It wouldn't be wrong to say that he had developed a bit of a crush on her, which was why he was a little reluctant to set this evening up. Till the very last moment he thought that she was in difficult circumstances and that she was putting up a front. Perhaps, he thought she was even being blackmailed. After all, the first time they'd met she was looking for a missing friend.
However, now that he watched her suck and fuck one cock after another with barely restrained lust, he could no longer deny the truth.
This beautiful woman of exquisite features was a filthy slut hungry for cocks and nothing more. He should have been disgusted, but watching her degrade herself in such a way had made his dick rock hard.
However, Saber didn't seem to care about his judgment, or about him at all. Feeling scorned, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Only then did her eyes move in his direction.
"Is this it? Is this the only thing you care about?" he asked as he stroked it with two fingers.
Saber's lips parted, and he thought she was about to say something, but she only opened her mouth wide and presented her tongue, like her only purpose in life was being a recipient for cum.
That image, combined with the arousal he had been harboring since the evening started, as well as his own stimulation, was more than enough from him to climax.
"Uh!" he groaned, and a few, thin strands of semen flew across the air and onto her face.
Saber let out a sigh that sounded all too disappointed and even dismissive, almost as if he wasn't worth her attention. Right there and then, he wanted to do something, force her to acknowledge him, but his cock was already softening. He felt ashamed for too many reasons, and so he just zipped up and left the room, slamming the door behind him,
A moment later, the light switched off and Saber was left alone in complete darkness. If she didn't care about him, he wouldn't care about her. She could see herself out on her own once she returned to her senses. If she returned to her senses.
In the darkness, Saber closed her eyes and dozed off. Her breath was steady and at peace.
A few minutes laters, a faint purple glow started to shine inside the room, but there was no one witnessing it, not even the cameras that had been recording her performance.
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Saber returned home a few hours later in a trance-like state. She had walked the entire way with clothes stained by dried up semen, and even her hair still had traces of it on them. Because of the late hour, she didn't meet anyone that could have recognized her, but there was no doubt what the people she crossed thought about her.
Once at home she showered, more out of habit than any desire to rid herself of the foreign substance on her body and went to sleep off what was left of the night.
Although the purple glow resumed as soon as she was asleep, it didn't do a single thing about her dreams. Reality had already surpassed them, this time.
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