The Heroic Spirit Artoria was not the same as she once was. She had been corrupted by the black mud of the Grail. At the end of the Fourth Holy Grail War her Master Kiritsugu Emiya was slain near the end but she survived corrupted and incarnated through the power of the Grail. Upon walking around and surveying the sheer destruction caused by the fire to the surrounding area she saw many dead bodies. Some were children, others adults, all of them dead. She was struck by her newfound apathy, apparently having been brought on by her corruption. That was when she saw a young boy with his hand reaching for the sky. A last desperate plea for help. She walked over to the boy, noting that he would likely die soon anyway, if not from the wounds then from the smoke inhalation. For some strange reason though, even in her apathetic state, she felt a twinge of pity for the boy. She held in her the ability to save the child. Before his death Kiritsugu had returned Avalon to her. Its healing abilities could likely save the boy. She spoke to the boy, offering salvation at a price.

"Boy, I can save you. I can grant you a new life, but on one condition. You will be subservient to me, you will wait upon my every whim. I shall be your Mistress and you my slave. Do you agree to this?" The woman had become more domineering after her taint as the aura around her screamed obedience. The boy on the ground saw this, unable to even speak, simply nodded in response. Upon his agreement the corrupted king brought to her hands a golden and blue sheath. It shone with an incomparable brilliance and beauty that could not be rivaled. It sank into the boy, becoming one with him, and he lost consciousness, it took effect and his wounds began to close. With that done the woman picked up the boy and walked away from the wretched scene of carnage and death.

~10 years later~

In the ten years he was rescued by Saber Shirou had learned to live a life of subservience. Whenever she was hungry he would cook for her. He would do her laundry. Whenever she felt the need for a foot massage he would diligently serve his Mistress. Saber had come to love the boy's foot massages, so much so that she would demand them once a day, sometimes twice. Over time the boy had learned a deep appreciation for feet. Whenever he would massage her feet he would marvel at their illustrious shape. He learned to appreciate the graceful arch of her feet. He came to adore her long, dainty toes. He even appreciated the smell of her feet. On long, hot days he would enjoy the smell of her sweaty feet, and after a bath he would enjoy her foot's natural aroma mixed with the smell of body wash. On the occasions where she went barefoot instead of her usual thigh high stockings he would revel at the softness of her smooth skin. Coincidentally the boy's eighteenth birthday was today. Normally she never gave him anything for the occasion, however tonight she had told him to come to her room for a gift. So he went to her door, knocked on it, and was given permission to enter. She was sitting on her king sized bed with her legs crossed, wearing nothing but her bra, panties, and thigh high stockings. Each article of clothing was black and lacy. Her western styled bed served as a contrast to the tatami mats on the floor beneath it. Shirou was not taken aback by her scantily clad form, after all he had given her massages in nothing but a towel so this was not particularly notable. His gaze wandered downward towards her stocking clad feet. They were beautiful, even more so than usual as he had recently given her a pedicure, another task he enjoyed immensely. Then his Mistress spoke.

"Boy, I thought that after all these years serving me you deserved a reward of sorts." She spoke to the boy. He responded, "Mistress, what have you deemed worthy for a servant like me?" The woman smirked and told him, "Me."

Shirou stood there in shock, not quite believing what he had just heard. The silence was broken when his mistress spoke again to him, "Boy don't think I haven't seen you snatching glimpses of my body when you thought I wasn't looking," She stretched out her legs and feet as she said this, "And one part in particular. Go ahead, touch them." Then she lay her feet just above the ground.

Shirou dropped to the ground and began to sniff at her luscious feet. Today had not been a hot day and she apparently hadn't used body wash today. The result was that he smelled only her natural aroma and it was intoxicating all on its own. Then he lay his hands upon the tops of her feet and gently caressed them. Soon he began to massage her soles with even greater passion than was to be expected. He marveled at the feeling of her stockings around her feet as he touched them. He could tell from the texture that she had worn her highest quality stockings as well. He then laid a gentle kiss upon the top of her foot before he began to suck on her toes. Even diluted through her stockings she tasted exquisite. He had gotten hard from his services and felt as if he was in heaven when she slapped him across the face with one of her feet and he looked back up at her. She instructed him to stay still for a moment and he obeyed. She then stood up and made a show of slowly taking off one of her stockings and then wrapping it around his eyes.

Shirou heard the sound of her sitting back down on her bed before he felt a pressure on his crotch. She prodded at his arousal, which was clear to see even through his pants with her feet. Then she used her dexterous toes to unzip his jeans and pushed them down. Then she pulled down his boxers with her foot. Shirou felt the warm sensation of her bare foot sandwiching his cock between her toes and stroking up and down. He felt her soft stocking clad foot caress at his balls, occasionally poking at them teasingly with her toes. She then placed his cock between her two soles and began pumping away even harder than before. Shirou couldn't hold out for long against the pleasure and his back began to arch as she quickened her pace even further. Finally unable to hold it in any longer he shot thick ropes of cum onto her legs as his body shook with ecstasy. She removed his blindfold and he gazed in worship as she removed her one remaining cum stained stocking, wiped the cum off her bare leg, and then licked the garment clean.

The mere sight of such an act caused him to harden once again. Then Saber got off of her bed and positioned herself above his stiff rod. She plunged herself onto him and began to ride him enthusiastically. She leaned back while doing so and supported herself with her hands while she pushed her feet onto his face as she fucked him. Entering Saber so quickly was an amazing experience for Shirou. He had never imagined she would be as tight and hot on the inside as she was proving to be. He licked and sucked at the feet upon his face with renewed vigor. Only in his wildest wet dreams had Shirou even imagined that he would be so lucky as to do this and his dreams fell short of reality. Shirou's mind could hardly process the sheer pleasure of it all and his mind was blank save for thoughts of his mistress. Saber sped up her riding and spoke to him in panting breaths, "Mmmmh… Boy, you've served well you can-ah! You can cum inside of your Mistress!" She too was shaking and bucking her hips uncontrollably until she finally came with a scream, her inner womanhood tightening around her servant's cock. Shirou could not handle the sensations for long before he too had achieved climax. He spewed his hot seed into her eager cunt and for a moment all he could see was white as pleasure overtook him. Afterwards she invited him into her bed to rest for the night but she told him he could only sleep in it for one night unless he does a repeat of this night's efforts. He had a smile on his face as he fell asleep in the embrace of his Mistress.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this and as always thanks for reading and please leave a review. If you have any suggestions for pairings or kinks than let me know in a review or PM and I might get to it someday.