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Her mother always told her not to be fooled by pretty faces. Somehow they always left you hanging in the end.
A tall order, for one Ritsuka Fujimaru, who would end up falling for one such pretty face.
In her defense, though, Astolfo was not just any sort of pretty face to compare to anyone her mother had known. He was cute, and flaunted his looks as much as he wanted, but he was not an arrogant cad. He was strong, but he wasn't overly muscular and buff. He had an eccentric sort of personality that made him do unusualthings sometimes, like saying strange things or hugging her out of nowhere or holding her hand; but he wasn't some crazy person who didn't know social cues or how to properly communicate. He was gracious and considerate to her, attending to her needs; without becoming too overbearing and in her face. He liked to joke around and tease her a lot, but never in any way that was cruel. And boy he did like to flirt a lot, but he was always respectful and never became too forward.
All in all, a perfect little package of a man, and it just so happened this Ritsuka had the hots for him. As a bonafide virgin, she knew her thoughts about Astolfo were not quite chaste and innocent, but she really can't help it.
"Master!"
"Hiii!"
Suddenly, the face of the person at the forefront of her thoughts appeared right in front of her, almost within kissing distance. She'd screamed, and knocked her head back against the wall with a loud thunk.
"Ow!"
"Uwaah! Master, are you okay?" He rubbed her head where it was sore.
"Uuuu…" She couldn't say anything, tongue-tied by Astolfo's sudden appearance and by the way he was so close to her. She felt faint, and thought she was about to actually faint. She slumped against his body, almost out of breath.
"Whoa there, Master, are you sure you're alright?" he said, breath practically tickling her. God, he felt so good. So firm. Like a tree branch, except not so knotted and wrinkly. Just the right amount of roughness and smoothness. "Wow, your face is so red. You think you have a fever or something? That won't do, Master. You need to go to rest then."
"I-I'm fine, really." Her voice squeaked.
"Non, non, non, it's high time for you to get to a bed, and stay there. I'll stay by your bedside and watch over you if I have to."
The next thing she knew, he had scooped up her body in his strong, lean arms and was carrying her, "princess-style".
"Hey! You don't need to do this!" she finally managed to say in protest. They weren't in battle, which was usually the time she didn't protest such princess carries.
"Oh, you don't need to protest too much, my lady Master," he said. "I want to do this for ya. I don't just give princess carries to any woman who catches my eye. She's got to have a special…" he trailed off, looking into her eyes meaningfully. "A special wonderful something about her."
"… What sort of something?" she asked, in a low voice.
"Ah, but that would be telling," he said, grinning. "A gentleman knight does not kiss and tell."
"Ugh, you jerk." She blinked, then her body squirmed. "Wait, what are you talking—we haven't even kissed yet!"
He clucked his tongue. "Then, would you like to?" he said, in a near whisper that sent chills down her spine.
She sighed and looked away from his beautiful eyes. "You shouldn't be teasing your Master like that. I told you already. You could create a whole lot of misunderst—"
"Ah here we are! Your room, Master!" Astolfo proclaimed, interrupting her train of thought. She didn't know if he had heard her or not.
"You can just put me down here, Astolfo," she said, once they had crossed the threshold of her door.
"You sure? Bed's just right there, Master."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She didn't know how she managed it, but she did wiggle out of his arms and stepped back down onto the floor. Yet she was still rather unsteady, and was about to slip over like some invalid when Astolfo seized her arm.
"Now what did I say, Master. Really, what did I say?" Astolfo said.
"I'm fine—I don't need…" She walked forward, but only half-managed it, since Astolfo was still clinging to her arm. She sighed. "Please let go."
"I will, when you're safely settled, Master."
"Damn it, Astolfo, I don't need this!" she cried, lunging forward as hard as she could to escape his grasp. But rather than feel resistance, she instead felt something give. For at that exact moment, Astolfo really had let her go, and her determined dive to escape had sent her plunging headfirst onto the bed.
A moment later, there was an impact, and she fell on the bed, with a warm weight right on top of her, their limbs knocked together like a bundle of scattered sticks.
"Uwaaah, Master, you really have to be careful~ If there wasn't a bed, we woulda been sprawled over the floor in an undignified heap!"
"Now whose fault is this, you…" She paused, her anger faltering when she once again saw Astolfo's face right next to her. If she'd been just an inch to the right when she'd turned her head, she would've ended up kissing him completely. She quickly turned away.
Nothing happened for a few moments. She couldn't say anything to him, and he had nothing to say.
"Well now, this is a surprise," Astolfo then said, breaking the awkward silence. "I was rather bracing for 'Kyaaa, get off me, Astolfo!', or 'What the hell are you doing, you idiot Servant!' from you, Master. Where's that hot-blooded Master that I love?"
"Are you saying I'm that type of person?" she asked, heatedly. "Well, now that you mention it, do get off now."
"Will do, and gladly." She felt Astolfo's weight disappear, but he didn't stand. Rather, he rolled off her, and to the other side of the bed, still lying down and looking at her.
She sighed, and pushed herself to a standing position. "… What? You still got something else to say?" Try not to look at his eyes, damn it!
"Well…" Astolfo coughed, rising to lean on his elbow sideways, his palm on his chin. "You're a woman, I'm a man. We're both in a bed. What should we try to do? Hm?"
"Are you joking?" she said, shaking her head. "I told you I don't like jokes."
"Well, what if this isn't a joke? Hm? Master?"
She still didn't look at him. "W-well, that would be something, huh? A great, big fantasy, something that's too good to be true."
"Fantasy," Astolfo repeated, as if he were chewing the word. "So you admit that me being here in your bed is a fantasy of yours, Master?"
"I did not say that."
"You know, it doesn't need to remain a fantasy in your head, Master," he continued.
She sighed. "… Again with the teasing."
It was his turn to sigh. "Well, I admit, my previous behavior has not endeared my true intentions to you. And so I will say it again. Master, I do adore you, and love you. You're an excellent person, and a pretty damned good woman at that. You can't know how much I just wanna devour ya."
Please, don't say that. Please don't give me hope.
"… But I understand if you don't want it. I'm not that kind of guy to push even when a woman's hesitant. So I will do this. I'll be leaving now. As apologies for all the teasing I've done till now, I shan't bother you with my jokes ever again." He rose from the bed, and stretched his body. "Well now, I should hm?" He looked down.
She was herself surprised by what she'd just done. She'd grabbed his hand.
In the silence that followed, she was painfully aware of the trembling of her fingers.
"Are you serious about this, Master?" he asked softly. "Once we go past the barrier, there's no going back."
Ritsuka frowned at him. "You jerk. You've been flirting with me all this time, getting me so hot and bothered. The least you could do is take responsibility."
"As you wish," he said. "If it is my Master's will, then I shall devour her as commanded."
"Shut up and kiss me, idiot."
The first kiss they shared was like a dream come true, for her. All things considered, she had a whole dozen scenarios for how her first kiss would end up. After that, they stared at each other for a few seconds, before she threw her arms around him to pull him to the bed.
He chuckled. "Wow, you're eager." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "But Master, we don't need to hurry. We can take our time with it; take it slow."
They kissed again. It was a simple peck at first, then a real melding of lips. He started sucking on her in an almost encouraging way, to which she responded enthusiastically. She felt what she thought must be his tongue brush against hers, causing her heart to skip a beat. Now this was an adult kiss! She opened her mouth, ready to receive him, ready for him to guide her. She wanted this, so so much. She felt her lust inflamed, like embers fanned into a blaze. His hands traveled all over her body, and everywhere he touched he left a tingling, burning sensation.
He started sucking hard on her lips, making loud smacking noises that resonated in her mind. She could feel herself growing hotter and hotter under the collar, as the full magnitude of what they were about to do settled in her mind. She wanted this. She wanted him.
He pulled away, and moved his head downward, trailing small kisses down her neck and making her shudder. He went from one side of her face to the other, before sucking on her lips again. Astolfo pulled on her hair to tilt it to the side, not too roughly, and he now kissed from her lips all the way to her ear, and nibbled on her lobe. His hot breath just there, directly on her, made her gasp.
She felt his body pressed closer to her, her boobs practically squished against him. She felt the heat that was coming from his body. Astolfo's movements were gentle, but they had a certain passion and desperation to it. All his strokes, caresses, pets made her body relax from its initial tension. Perhaps this was what he had been going for when he said to take it slow. While she was definitely high and eager for him, she was not as high-strung as before. She was now used to being touched.
He started rubbing around her nipples over the Chaldea uniform. She bit her lip and whimpered when he started kissing down her neck, as he continued to stimulate her boobs.
"Are you alright, Master?" he whispered, planting kisses above her heart as he started teasing her nipples with his fingers.
"Yes…" she replied breathlessly.
He placed a hand deliberately on the pull of her zipper. "May I?" he asked.
She did him one better. She pulled on that zipper herself, unraveling her body for him. Seeing that, he smiled gratefully, and also started shrugging off his clothes.
When she was down to just a bra and panty, she stopped and took the time to admire him. He had seen him partially naked before, but this would be the first time she'd done so in a situation as intimate as this. Though looking slim, his body was chiseled and firm, with no baby fat whatsoever. It was the sort of physique one did not expect from a pretty-looking boy like him, and yet to Ritsuka it was just the logical thing to expect from a knight. Just the sight of him made her want to lick him all over.
She tried not to look too hard at the penis he had just unveiled below. Was it erect? If it was, was it because of her? She wanted to know.
"W-well?" she asked bashfully, fidgeting under his gaze.
"Just as expected, you're a pretty hot lady, Master," Astolfo said. "And I just wanna eat up all of you. I'm practically salivating out my mouth see?"
Feeling his fingers touching her bare skin felt different from before. It was like he was igniting stores of coal everywhere he touched, leaving behind a permanent flush to her skin.
"Mmm, master. Lips." They kissed again. He felt smooth against her, almost like a girl, but underneath was a wall of steel. He cupped his hands over her breasts and gently squeezed them again and again.
"Man you feel so nice, Master," he said, between breathless kisses. "I truly feel honored."
She panted, her breath hitching when he reached behind her to unhook the clasp of her bra; then pulled it free through her arms. He marveled at her bare breasts for a moment before he started pawing at her boobs.
"Nice," he grunted, making her shudder when his hands finally started touching her breasts directly. He started really going in on them, pressing his fingers all over, before fiddling with her nipples and sending sharp, electric shocks through her body. All the while they continued sucking on each other's lips, using their tongue to taste each other's mouth directly.
Then his hands moved downward, over her belly, leaving goosebumps over her navel, before patting her panties. He withdrew his lips and started sucking on her breasts directly, first one then the other—making loud smacking noises and causing her to moan from the pinpricks of pleasure.
"Ah, Astolfo, keep, ah, keep on…!"
"As you wish, Master," he said playfully.
Her nipples had already hardened from her arousal. Astolfo's attention made them stiff like rocks, as he glazed them repeatedly with his spit and sucked on them with such expert skill. He would take each nipple completely in his mouth, doing a quick flick with his tongue, circling over her areola before moving on and doing the same to the other one. Then he started sucking harder and harder, like a babe seeking nutrition, making her sigh from the pleasure.
She could feel the heat building up in her loins, especially when she felt his hand feeling around near that place, his fingers cautiously prodding over the mound of her pussy. She even found herself spreading her legs, as if there was an itch there she was just dying to have him relieve. Then he pulled on the garter of her panty, sticking one digit beneath to start fondling her entrance down there.
"Oh Master," he cooed. "What's this?" She felt his knuckle coast past her entrance. Instead, she heard the lewd sound of something sticky as his finger dug around as if finding something. Then he withdrew, and showed it up to her: his finger slick with a clear, but sticky fluid. Without hesitation, he pushed that finger to her lips, which she kissed. The taste of her own self felt foreign, but the mere act of doing something so lewd made her shudder from shame and delight in equal parts. "Oh, so very naughty, Master. Were you really so eager?"
She punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Sorry, sorry," he said. "As apology, allow me to let you feel good."
He started stroking and kissing her body, this time using his fingers to pleasure her nethers. He buried his fingers one at a time inside her, pushing and stroking and probing around her lower lips until her legs trembled from the sensation. Then, after a few tweaks of her nipples and some magic down below, he pushed some sort of hidden button she hadn't known existed.
The next moment, her back had arched, as something like electricity surged through her mind. Dimly, she realized that she had orgasmed, and that she had gotten one so easily with just his fingers. She gasped and whined, her sight filled with stars as she drifted in the post-orgasmic haze.
"Wonderful, Master!" he proclaimed joyfully, like he was praising her from the bottom of his heart.
Still gasping and panting, she subconsciously reached down, to grasp his cock. He grunted in surprise, as she started feeling over his cock. It felt warm and springy and stiff; and it was pretty long too.
"It's… only fair… Are you… going to do it now…?" she asked.
"As I said, Master, let's take it slow. It's your first battle, so all the preparations have to be made beforehand." With a flourish, he pulled down her panties, leaving an embarrassing sticky line that both of them clearly saw. Yet Astolfo did not remark on it, preferring instead to continue his perusal of her body.
They mashed their lips together once more. She gripped his shoulder tightly as he went to town, kissing all over her chin, down to her collarbone that made her giggle, then sticking it in the valley of her breasts; then moving down slowly and deliberately over her navel, while cupping the peaks of both breasts with his hands.
"Astolfo, oooh Astolfo…" she moaned, threading her fingers through his hair. She tugged on his braid, even as she felt him approach her entrance down there.
"Ah, so beautiful, Master," was the first thing he said when his face was on the level of her crotch. She closed her thighs over his head, making him exclaim in surprise. Then he grinned and gave her nipples a double flick before continuing.
She was literally trembling when she felt his breath, hot against her pussy. He eased his tongue out to touch her outer lips, making her shake uncontrollably. He moved his tongue up, making her bite her lips to keep from crying out when he reached the top of her slit. Then he started moving inward, in a circular motion, prodding and pushing with his tongue, all while he continued to lap up her juices. The sounds he made were loud and obnoxious and made her red with shame, but it all felt so damned good.
When he found the hood of her clit, her hips started bucking involuntarily as sparks once more manifested in her sight. He moved his tongue, slavering in circles around her now-erect clitoris. He continued sucking and licking, pointedly ignoring how her body convulsed like a fish caught in a rod, as he was fully committed to give her pleasure. He took that bud between his lips and started flailing his tongue wildly against it, causing her to hurtle closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm approach as he started moving faster, his finger now scraping and pushing while his tongue went to overdrive.
When she came, she once more slammed her thighs around his head like a vice, keeping his face pressed against her entrance. He was only too glad to oblige her as her juices splashed against his face. Wave after wave of pleasure battered her mind as she kept him locked against her.
An eternity later, she was looking up at the ceiling, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. His face appeared above her, smiling, all shining with what should be her juices.
"That was.. so good," she whispered breathlessly.
"I aim to please, Master," he said. "And I can assure you, that was only the first—and it shall certainly not be the last."
She tried to get her breathing under control. "So… do we start now…?"
Astolfo shrugged. "You seem ready, Master. You're wet enough for me."
Despite everything, she felt that she was so, so ready for this. She was on her back, one leg raised wide, the other spread apart. She saw her cock laid against the entrance of her pussy, hot like it had come from the oven. He'd rubbed his cock against her entrance repeatedly, lubricating it with her juices.
"Here we go, Master!" he whispered in her ear. Anxiety, anticipation, fear, a whole host of emotions came through her as she awaited the decisive moment. He pushed in, spreading her lips apart, until his cock was halfway buried inside her. She felt so full and the sensation increased as he put more and more inches inside.
"Huh," she said aloud, when she felt that he was nearly close to sheathing himself inside. She had felt no pain, not the least the pain that she'd read about before. "I'm kinda disappointed. I'm sorry, Astolfo."
"You are the Last Master, and have been to situations few humans will ever experience, Master," he assured her. "I would be very surprised if yours were still there. And besides, I do not mind at all."
She pulled him down for a kiss, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Thank… you…"
"Aahhhh that feels good, Master. Thank you," Astolfo said. She felt that he was fully inside her now, and the feeling was certainly comfortable and very intimate. She could sense her holes were warping around his hard member, already molding themselves to the shape of his cock. She clutched his shoulder, pressing her lips together as she anticipated what was about to come.
"I'm going to move now, Master!" he said. She nodded, and he did start to move.
"Do it," she said. "Make love to me! Love me, Astolfo!" she proclaimed.
He pulled out almost all of the way, then pushed himself back in, the impact of their crotches smashing together sending tingles all throughout her body. He started thrusting in and out of her, as their lovemaking started in earnest. All things considered, it was magical. Here she was on the bed with the man she had taken a liking for, the man she had fallen in love with—certainly the man she had given her virginity. And though the situation really wasn't the best as she wanted, it still was wonderful, especially when they shared a mutual love. She felt so warm, so loved, so united with him that she moaned repeatedly.
Then he started moving faster, his pace quickening. And yet he continued to plow his entire length out and in despite the faster speed, as if he was moving at superhuman speed. She started bucking her hips against his thrusts, her insides coiling and squeezing all over his cock. She felt his cock swell inside her, felt it ready to disgorge the semen deep inside her birthing place, even as she continued to give him a tight squeeze, ready to milk him for all he had.
Wait, semen? She recalled.
"Ah!" she shouted, as something occurred to her. Was this not her dangerous day?
But could he even impregnate her? She'd been told it was highly impossible. And yet she could not help but fantasize, could not help her mind going into a place of imagination. She imagined getting pregnant from his seed, giving birth to his child, and raising it in a loving family together with him.
In the end, would it really be that bad an idea? She was all for it. She wanted him to knock her up.
"Master?" he said, looking inquiringly at her.
"Do it, Astolfo! Come! Breed—er… never mind..."
He blinked repeatedly, before flashing a wide grin. "Oh, so is that why you stopped all of a sudden? And now you're looking forward to it? Master, you naughty girl. Do you actually want me to knock you up? Do you want to bear my children that much?"
"I…" she gulped. "No! Never mind!"
"Well, I'll be sure to pull out, Master," he said after a few more thrusts that sent sparks through her mind. "Don't you worry about a thing."
He flipped her over until she was on top, causing her to squeak in surprise. "Now you move," he told her. "Try moving it at your own pace. I want to watch you."
"What? But…" She wasn't sure what to do.
"Have more confidence in yourself, Master. Your body will know what to do," he said. "Now come on. Ride me, Master. Lemme watch those lovely orbs jiggling around."
Ritsuka gave him another punch on his chest, then leaned on that chest to rise. He was still completely inside her, and both ends were slippery from all the juices she was spilling. She looked into his eyes as she tried to maneuver her hips in her first awkward moments, like a foal learning to walk. Eventually, she managed to find a good rhythm for herself, pushing her hips not just up and down on his, but left and right. It really was like "riding" his cock. She could move herself. She gasped from how good it felt to sheathe that cock inside her.
"Oh yes, Master," Astolfo said, licking his lips and mashing her breasts. "You're doing so good… You might be a natural lover…!"
Feeling pleased that she had managed to impress him, she started moving faster, her earlier virginal frenzy surging to the fore. She had no idea how things were supposed to go, but she went all out anyway. Plunging him in and out of her repeatedly, making loud, smacking noises in the process. Her body was filmed in sweat now, and dripping down to make a mess on the bed together with his.
He had grabbed her hips now and was also moving up into him. The resulting pleasure was out of this world. He was pushing that wonderful cock so deep inside her, pounding up into her with all the force that a Servant was capable of. Those long strokes, scraping through the nerves inside her vagina made her entire body shudder from all the tingling.
"Ah, my love! You're clinging so tight!" he said, grinning.
She was indeed clamping down hard on his cock, as if it actually wanted him to seed her. She faltered, her movements slowing. Did she really want him to? Was she ready for that sort of thing?
Before she could think on it anymore, she felt him take hold of her, before flipping her until she was below him once more. "Eh?"
"Master, you look unsure," he said, as he started fucking her at his own pace again.
"I… haah… I…"
He gave her no realistic time to think as he continued pounding into her with everything he got. He flicked her clit, her nipples; bit into her collarbone, her arms, her breast, leaving marks there. He kissed her aggressively, making sure to tangle their tongues in a wild dance that left her breathless.
"You want me to cum inside, don't you?" he asked, teasing her nipple between his teeth. "My semen's pretty potent Master. All of them good swimmers—you'll be knocked up the instant they get inside your womb. You want me to do that? You want me to give you a set of little Astolfos to pamper?"
"I… Astolfo!" she said, in a scolding voice.
"Why not? It'll be cute, Master. All of them with my cute looks and my strong arms… They'll be tough, beautiful kids, exactly like their father. And of course, as a matter of course, they'll also retain their mother's bravery, her good sense, her boundless energy that makes every day with her feel like a treasure."
It was hard to take those words seriously as he continued to pound hard into her, making her see stars as her head slammed against the pillow, her limbs flailing about helplessly. She whined, trying not to think about the congenial image of her surrounded by a bunch of mini-Astolfos.
"… Not like you could stop me, Master. If I was some scumbag Servant I'd pin you down when I cum and force my cock as deep as I can make it so I can spray everything inside you. You'd need to use a Command Spell to make me stop," he growled, making her whole body tingle in fear and pleasure. His face was intense and predatory. He just knew how to push her buttons, even with just her words.
His expression then softened. "...Ah, but since you're responsible, Master, I shan't force you. Don't worry, I'll pull out when the time comes. Seeing your pretty face glazed with my cum's a different kind of pleasure. Or you can get it deep in your throat and suck out all my semen to eat. Maybe you'll like that? Get addicted to the taste of my cum?"
She could feel her peak coming—and even worse, she could feel him getting close too. She heard his breath hitch, as though his movements never stopped, he looked like he was ready to pull out.
But she never gave him the chance. "...I want it."
"Master?"
"I want your child, Astolfo!" she pleaded. "Please! Give it to me!" She didn't know if she was still sane, but she did want it. Something in her greatly desired to be bred, to be knocked up by no one else but Astolfo. She wanted it!
She felt him twitch and throb inside her, as if responding to her earnest plea. "Master, if I do this, you better make sure to give birth to a cute kid who I'll love and pamper. Just like you, Master."
In answer, she locked her legs around his back and shouted at him to continue. "Do it! Cum in me!"
Time seemed to stop, as the first jets of Astolfo's cum came rushing inside her womb. She felt it as a dull heat that started to emanate from deep inside her belly. But something far more primal triggered inside her mind as she watched Astolfo stiffen, his eyes closed as he too felt the pleasure of orgasm.
She felt nothing but sheer joy from the thought that this moment would mark the start. That this would be the moment her body would conceive the child of the man she loved. That she would proudly bear Astolfo's children—yes, plural. If this was the first, then let it not be the last, she thought.
Eventually, they collapsed together on the bed, panting, the heat of their bodies like a sauna that made the other warm. They spent a long time just lying there, kissing, their bodies lazily intertwined as his cock continued to ejaculate. She felt so bone tired, and yet also refreshed. The warmth filling her womb made was so fulfilling that it continued to send shivers through her even after her orgasm had ended.
After a while, she still felt him hard inside her. "You Servants," she snorted. "It's so unfair sometimes."
"We can still keep going, can't we?" Astolfo asked, nibbling her earlobe. "Besides, don't we got to make sure?"
"Didn't you say you were so potent it would only take one shot?" she asked, teasingly.
"Well…" Astolfo cleared his throat. "That's only for the one kid. Perhaps we'll get lucky and you'll get another child this way."
That seemed impossible, but she didn't call him out on it. Even just getting one by him would already be a miracle unto itself.
She locked her hands around his neck and eagerly spread her legs, ready to accept more of him. "Well, then let's keep going all night long, Astolfo. Show me what a Rider can really do."
"With pleasure!" he said, mounting her with a mischievous look on his face.
Ritsuka would indeed end up pregnant after that long night of making love. It was a pleasant surprise, and one that filled her with joy.
But that story was for another time.
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