Saphron was the only one to prod Jaune when he was lying under a mass of blankets. None of his sisters or parents had thought to give him more than a glance before heading out on the family trip. While nothing had been exchanged in the weeks before about him being absent from the vacation, Jaune had been brooding. Thinking about his life. What he had amounted to. What he was supposed to become. How he was disappointing his family and their legacy.
Which is to say in long form, that when Saphron poked him, he didn't respond nor move. His sister looked at him sadly before shutting the door and leaving him alone in his room, the only light being filtered through the cracks of the imperfect blinds. Jaune heard as they packed up the car. There was little discussion from his family as they packed their things, the telltale sound of the car being started was his signal. Jaune sprang from his bed and peered through the blinds, watching as the car puttered off into the distance through a crack. It wasn't until it disappeared beyond the trees, and 18 heartbeats later, that he moved to action.
He technically had a week to pack his things and leave for Beacon before his family came home, but he wanted to be out of the house as fast as possible in case they decided to come back early. That… and he felt trapped in his room, unable to do anything, become anything. Become anything except useless, that is.
Pushing past several decoy piles of clothes that he had definitely just left in order to deter his family from looking closer into his closet, he pulled out his 'go' bag from the depths of the dim closet. Stocked with everything he could ever want for Beacon, as well as his admission letter (which he had only managed to hide from his parents by going out at 5 am on a 'morning jog' past the mailbox every day for the last month to ensure they didn't see it). That along with food, money, a small tent, meant that he could survive out in the wilderness if he needed to. Though with the route he'd planned to Beacon, he wouldn't have to do that unless he got really desperate and ran out of money.
Except… that under his go bag that he'd pulled from the depths of a pile of clothes, there was a suspicious black book underneath everything. One that Jaune had definitely never seen before in his life, and despite being under a thick conglomerate of mostly clean clothes, was somehow covered in dust.
Dust which he blew off as he picked it up- nearly dropping it from the surprising weight, even though it was no thicker than the average math textbook or extremely fat swallow.
There were runes inscribed on the front in a strange kaleidoscopic pattern, the sort where depending on how the light hit it would show different colors, yet putting it back at the same angle never showed the same color. It had also had what Jaune could only guess at was an extremely stylized Z on the binding of the book, but it was so ornate that it was hard to tell.
This is what gave him the most pause, and caused the hair on the back of his hand and arms to stand up. He had the inkling of a memory, one where he most certainly had held the book before, years ago, just before he started highschool and fell into a rut almost as bad as he was in now. Back when he believed he was special to the world, and wrote his deepest secrets and thoughts down. But to have it reappear now was impossible, he'd trashed the book as fast as he realized what it was. Burned it, even.
He opened the cursed book with bated breath, even with dozens of ill omens speaking out against him doing it. Only to find…
…that it was not the book he'd written a bunch of chuunibyou delusions in. It looked more like an instruction book than anything else, a sort of weird cross between a cook book and an instruction manual. Without the bookmark nestled in it, he might have continued to flip the pages, landing on any given page such as how to create dead apostles, the creation and use of a holy grail, or perhaps the perfect way to make a souffle (Zelretch was a cook at heart, and couldn't help himself).
But there was a bookmark in the book, and so Jaune went to that page first. It was titled, in thick cursive, "The Summoning of Servants."
Unlike the books that Jaune especially liked, which were either in comic or picture form, this book had only diagrams. None of which indicated what a servant actually was in this context, and he felt literally zero need to flip through the book. So he thought about it for a moment and came to the only logical conclusion.
This page was about how to summon hot maid girls. There was no other logical explanation that Jaune could arrive at, despite there being at least two, perhaps three other options. With no one around to question Jaune's particularly interesting steps to reach his conclusion (one part horniness, two parts stupidity, and three parts laziness), he let his 'go' bag fall to the ground and decided he was going to follow these instructions.
And after grabbing a grease pencil from his dad's shed, and clearing out a small place in said shed- he was ready to go. He placed the book on the floor, carefully examining the diagram it outlined, but not the warnings around it or the more important details. All he did was trace the diagram, as might some desperate internet artists, except that most of them don't do it on their floor in the hopes to summon a hot catgirl maid (there are exceptions as with everything).
Jaune painstakingly drew and redrew the lines and curves to ensure that everything matched the picture. His family had left at dawn, and it was past noon when he was finally done. Sweat dripped from his arms from the heat of the small shed, and having to get up and down to compare his work against that of the book. But finally, it was done, he decided. He took in his work with pride, crossing his arms and smirking.
Until he realized he forgot a line and hastily drew it on the floor, looking around to see if somehow someone had seen his blunder. He breathed a sigh of relief when he thought that no one had. Finally moving onto the next section of the book past the diagrams, he held out his hand like the book told him to.
"...Aura? Am I supposed to know what that is?" Jaune mumbled. "...And I'm supposed to extend it into the diagram?"
Jaune briefly wondered if he'd been had and wasted his morning on a prank, before the cool gas of copium flowed over him and he reasoned that he was simply not following the instructions well enough. And so, holding out his hand, and concentrating as hard as he physically could (well, not much harder than say, pumice or shale) he tried to bend his aura into the diagram, channeling his inner chuunibyou. Surprisingly, the circle drawn on the ground lit up yellow briefly, before changing to a rainbow color.
Jaune had only been able to maintain his concentration for a second, but he thought that apparently all he needed was a moment to activate it, and the circle would do the rest. In reality, only a skilled mage or aura practitioner would be able to do such a thing, and while Jaune did have about four times the amount of aura a normal person would have- that did not mean he was skilled at using it.
He didn't question this inconsistency, and backed up to the door as dust and mist began to gather around the circle. Wind was picking up inside the shed, rattling tools hanging on the corkboard, blowing around a few small piles of sawdust, all culminating in a whirlwind slowly but surely growing in intensity. A massive cacophony of noises assaulted him, the sound of something magical revolving quickly filling his ears, the window rattling in its frame. He closed his eyes and covered his head, ducking under a nail that embedded itself in the flimsy shed door above his head. He tried desperately to shut out the wind, to ignore what was happening, as he couldn't even open the door to leave.
And then, all at once, it stopped.
There was the clank of armor and the shing of a sword being swung effortlessly, as if to test how well it cut the air itself. An invisible longsword that was renowned throughout the world, known to everyone. Behold, the King of Knights, King Arthur-
There was no one else in the shed with Jaune. There was no King Arthur. It was just Jaune, and quite a bit of cleanup to do. Depressed about the lack of a tsundere cat girl maid servant (Jaune's dreams had twisted yet again even in this short while), he sauntered back into the house, not even taking his shoes off at the door. He decided that he was going to take a dump and masturbate (not at the same time, he wasn't into that) to cope with the sadness, as one sometimes does.
Jaune turned the handle of the bathroom door only to find it rebellious and in its teenage years. He rattled the handle yet again, trying to rattle it from its defiant mood. Once again, he failed. If he was listening carefully, he would have heard a sharp intake of breath on the other side of the door. And, after cracking his knuckles, he readied himself to do battle with the door.
"You're not winning today, door! You're the one going to the ER this time!" Jaune announced to the absolutely trembling door, his hand clenched and ready to do battle.
Only to stop when he heard a somewhat deep (but strangely feminine?) voice on the other side of the door say, "This latrine hath already been… conquered?" it said, almost unsure of itself. "Acquired?"
"I think you want, occupied? Wait, is that you Paprika? Did you have Taco-Schneell last night? You know that's bad for your stomach."
"A-aye! It is I! Paprika?" The voice said, wavering with a distinct lack of certainty. Fortunately for the voice, Jaune wasn't paying as much attention as one should do to recent circumstances, and through a cruel twist of fate, their voice and Paprika's voice were strikingly similar.
"Well… okay. Feel better, sis. I'm going to my room and locking the door. Don't come in, but let me know when you're out."
"Roger, master!"
Jaune nodded at that, taking three steps away before stopping and questioning what he'd just heard.
"'Master'?" He questioned the voice.
"Yes, all the… the young'uns are saying it these days. Truly. I tell no lies." The voice lied.
"Hey… you're not Paprika! She hates when dad says young'uns and says that it makes him sound like an old fart! I knew you were sus!"
"'Sus?'" The voice asked, their turn to question.
"All the kids are saying it these days but- hey don't distract me!" Jaune said, rattling the door. "Why are you in my bathroom?!"
"Why aren't thou in thy own latrine?" The voice asked, trying to distract him.
"Because you're in it and you locked the door! I don't mean to scare you, but I know a very, very small amount of Krav Maga, and I'm only somewhat afraid to use it! I've also…" Jaune glanced around the hallway before landing on the family heirloom. The one that would be passed down for generations, always tirelessly protecting its user. Something that his grandfather had talked about to the point that Jaune knew every story about it, every inch of the item. Its creation was fueled by the rage of a man who had seen one too many cuckoos.
"Got this…" Jaune said, adjusting his hold on it, "Damn it's heavy… wall clock!"
The door quickly unlocked and a blonde haired girl stuck her head (and only that) through the crack. "Your plan against an enemy invading thou castle- thou home- is to wield a time telling contraption? These truly are strange times."
"I knew you weren't Paprika!" Jaune said, pointing at the sus intruder. He had unfortunately forgotten exactly what he was holding, and a few precious moments passed where he saw the family heirloom tumble through the air before finally smashing on the ground with a racket and a small (but elaborate) explosion of wooden cuckoos all over the hallway. "Shit, mom's gonna kill me… Fuuuu…"
"Do you have any plans to assassinate your mother? Perhaps a plot?" The voice asked, once again behind the door, and a tenseness in her voice that couldn't be faked.
"Uh… no? None in the works, at least?"
"Excellent… I ask for no reason, no reason at all, at least of any import…" She lied, yet again.
"Look, can you at least… come out of the bathroom?"
"I shan't."
Jaune thought about this for a moment.
"Did you have Taco-Schneell?" He asked.
"I have had no such thing! I… simply require… time alone. To think. And ponder." The voice said, not entirely lying nor telling the truth.
"Uh… no." Jaune said flatly.
"No?" The voice asked, muffled.
"I'm opening the door, I don't care if you're on the crapper." Jaune said, opening the door. After a bit of arguing with the lock using his grip, it finally opened.
He slammed the door shut of his own accord after looking inside. Briefly, he considered whether or not he was still dreaming.
"Who goes into someone else's bathroom naked…?" Jaune asked himself. For better or worse, his inner psyche had no answer. "...maybe she's homeless?"
"Hey… do you need clothes?" Jaune said, blushing as he remembered the blonde girl's nude form partially covered by her hands.
"I…I… require no such thing!" She said, bursting out of the bathroom and revealing her nude body once again. She was fairly short, probably around Jaune's age, with a chest that was slightly larger than average, with perky, pink nipples. Her pussy was shaved smooth, her entire body muscled and toned far more than a girl her age usually was, even if they were actively athletic. But her most striking feature was her green eyes, which shifted uneasily from Jaune's gaze on her. "I-I am King- Saber. I am Saber! My body may not be as manly as thine's, but I have no shame in wearing it proudly!" Saber said, clearly embarrassed.
Jaune took a moment to pick up his jaw and dick off the floor before swallowing. "That's um… I'm going to go get you some clothes anyway." He said, running off to Saphron's room, rifling through her drawers, pulling out a seemingly random set of attire, pushed Saber into the bathroom, and threw in the hastily gathered set of clothes with her before slamming the door and sliding his back down it.
"There. Have some clothes. They're not mine, obviously." Jaune said, clarifying a point that hadn't even crossed Saber's mind to begin with. "They're um… my sister Saphron's. They might be a little small on you, but I figure it's better than nothing, right?"
Saber didn't reply, but he did hear the shuffling around of clothes and her bare feet on the tile as she changed. It felt like forever before she finally knocked on the bathroom door.
Jaune opened it to see her looking resolute in her will. She could have been placed in the most hellish battlefield with the face she currently wore and people would think it still excessive. This would have perhaps worked better if she wasn't wearing a GIRLBOSS, GATEKEEP, GASLIGHT shirt adorned with sequins, and some shorts that did nothing but accentuate her already delectable thighs.
It was also now that Jaune realized that he'd forgotten to give her a bra, by her nipples poking through the shirt, her breasts restrained by a shirt that was just a little too small for her, and showed off her toned abs and stomach.
"I apologize for my own failings as a servant, master!" Saber said far too forcefully, bowing in a way that was surely not like someone from her own land would bow, her body at a 90 degree angle, and giving Jaune a view of her cleavage that was more dangerous than before she'd even put clothes on. It made it even more erotic seeing past the neck of her shirt to her nipples hidden inside. His boner was growing out of control and at this point he was almost at a 90 degree angle trying to hide it.
"You're fine, Saber!" Jaune replied back in kind, also far too loudly. "Everybody has days where they break into someone else's bathroom naked! My mom says strangers are friends that you just haven't met yet, and that applies to you too! Haha!" Jaune said with a strained smile.
"I'm not your friend, master! I'm your servant!" Saber corrected, leaning even further forward to the point that her head was connecting to the floor and her shirt was bunching up on her back- revealing a cute and not insignificant butt to Jaune's trained and ever watching teenage eye. A butt that was only made more alluring by the shorts that constrained her.
"Wait, you're my servant?"
"Affirmative. Thee summoned me here, bearing the command seals on your hand, do you not?" Saber asked, standing straight once again, her golden hair in slight disarray. She took a cute moment to hurriedly fix it after realizing.
"No, I'm pretty sure I would have noticed- oh. Apparently I do." Jaune said, looking down at his left hand to see that he did, in fact, have what looked to be some sort of tattoos on his hand (and while he'd put many edgy tattoos on his body before, this one didn't look like it would wash off from a shower). It was in the shape of two curved arcs and a circle surrounding them. He moved his hand around in the light, examining it.
"As I said, thou are my master. Servant Saber at your disposal." Saber said with a bow far more befitting of her own culture, her fist against her chest (making her nipples even more apparent as she stretched the cloth thin), and her other hand behind her back. "Where are the enemy masters? Direct me as thou wish, though I sense no enemies nearby. Truthfully, I sense… little prawna here, at all. How strange… Perhaps that is why my weapon and attire refused to appear according to my wishes."
"...sure?" Jaune said, still thinking about the fact that he'd actually succeeded in the ritual. The book had actually been right, and he'd gotten his very own servant. The fact she wasn't a tsundere bow wielding cat girl maid (Jaune's mind rarely kept any dream static for long) was disappointing, but he couldn't complain about Saber. Not with how attractive and sincere she was.
"So… you're my servant, and you have to listen to whatever I say?"
"Of course. That is my charge. Even if thou were to command me to go to the depths of hell, I would gayly lead the charge." Saber said proudly.
"So… if I asked you to suck my dick… you would?"
"Suck your-"
Saber stopped herself and looked at his bulging crotch.
"Surely thou jest, master. This body of mine is unfit for operations of the fairer sex, as it is muscular and calloused. My abilities and qualities as a woman are… lacking. However, my chest is larger than I remember it, and perhaps that is what misled thee." She said, feeling up her own breasts and surprised by just how sensitive they were.
"I think you're hot." Jaune said, surprised by his own level of bluntness. He'd never been able to talk to girls like this before, but with Saber it just felt easier. "So you wouldn't be against giving me a blowjob?" Jaune said, revealing that his suaveness was really just due to a massive amount of horniness.
"W-well not as such. My concern lies in my lack of skills and womanly wiles, not an actual objection to the task itself, per se." Saber said, biting her lip as she thought about actually performing the tasks of a woman, as her sister once had for her. She wondered how it would feel to be on the receiving end, with Jaune's dick inside her, filling her up as he rammed her pussy. "If… a command were to be issued, I would follow it without question."
"Then… I command you to suck my dick?" Jaune said, not really sure where to go with that suggestion, but enthusiastic to try.
"Understood, master!"
Saber fell to the floor, grateful that the grail had taught her what a blowjob is (though practically speaking, it was a strange thing for it to have taught her), and unzipping Jaune's pants. Even before she removed his bulging mast from his underwear, she could smell his musk permeating through it. Filling her nostrils. She unconsciously breathed it in, etching it into her mind.
"S-sorry if I smell bad. I didn't shower yesterday." Jaune said sheepishly as Saber just kneeled there, her nose wrinkling.
"On the contrary, master. I apologize for allowing myself to let you believe that was my opinion on the matter. I… was simply appreciating your musk." Saber said, her words tumbling out as she badly explained herself.
"Oh. Thanks?"
The blonde haired girl didn't reply as she managed to wrangle Jaune's member out of his underwear and pants, his rod poking into her cheek. The musk was even more powerful and daunting now that she was directly smelling it. She breathed it in, her mind overtaken by his manly scent, her pussy growing ever wetter just from that. Without realizing it, her other hand began to migrate to her stomach, to the top of her shorts, and finally slipping her fingers into her crotch.
But not before she started to slide her soft, small hands on Jaune's shaft, simply following the directions the grail had implanted in her mind and allowing her mind to wander and her body to move on its own. Her fingers finally made her way to her snatch, feeling her own wetness as she jacked Jaune off. She was inexperienced with masturbation, her body sensitive to even touching her nethers besides to simply clean.
Jaune was in a world of his own as he felt Saber's hand on his cock. It was so much better than just doing it himself, her hand already almost bringing him to orgasm. He had to actively hold back from cumming all over her blushed, cute face that was giving him bedroom eyes. She hadn't even started the blowjob yet and he was almost done just from that.
"Your hand feels really good, Saber." Jaune said lamely, groaning.
"A-as expected of me, the King of Knights." She replied with pride, becoming more experimental with her hand and twisting and turning it around his shaft, her body doing the best job it could of pleasuring him with just her hand. Yet, her body wasn't satisfied. As if it was missing something. She felt the urge to swallow Jaune's cock down her throat for a reason she couldn't fathom. But it was a feeling that she couldn't stop, and so she brought her mouth to the tip of his cock, apprehensive, anxious, but excited to follow her instincts.
Jaune gasped when Saber swallowed his dick, slowly pushing his entire length down her throat, even as she gagged through it. Her throat was even softer than her hand, and Jaune could feel himself about to blow. Saber was just too hot, especially with a clean view down her shirt to her exposed cleavage.
Although Saber didn't know that Jaune was close, he could feel his dick throbbing inside her throat as she choked herself on it. It wasn't until she had the entirety of his hard, twitching dick down her throat to what felt like her stomach that she started to use her tongue, running it all over his erection while it sat inside her petite and stretched mouth.
Saber was shamelessly fingering her pussy now, inexperienced with the ways of masturbation and wildly massaging her folds and slipping a finger or two out of her depths. Her body felt like it was on fire with how hot she was, shocks of pleasure coming both from her mouth and her crotch. She wanted to stay in that pleasure forever, drowning in it if she could.
"Fuuuu~" Jaune moaned.
That was what put him over the edge. And instead of asking or warning her, he grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth. Pounding her lips and face like a pussy, without reserve. Her moans were like music to his ears. Her gasps and gagging on his dick fuel for his libido. It wasn't until he couldn't hold on anymore that he thrust down her throat as far he could go, Saber groaning with the pleasure of being used, that he came.
"I'm cumming, Saber!"
He exploded down her throat, his dick throwing rope after rope directly from his balls into her stomach. He heard her gulp down every single pump of semen, his legs shuddering as her mouth continuing to milk him. Her eyes were lidded, like she wasn't fully paying attention as she sucked out the last of his semen from his balls.
Jaune pulled his cock from Saber's mouth slowly, savoring the feeling of her warm mouth on him as long as he could. His dick slipped out with a 'pop' and a trickle of semen dribbling from the tip. A trickle, after seeing Saber's mouth agape, her eyes half closed, and her body shuddering with pleasure, turned into a final spurt of seed that covered her face in his warm, sticky cum.
Saber's pussy came, squirting into her shorts around her fingers. Her body shuddered, but it wasn't until the orgasm was over that she blinked, and truly functioning.
"Holy shit that felt amazing!" Jaune said, smiling. "I still can't believe the summoning worked."
"Anything for you, my master." Saber said, pressing her fingers against his sticky cum on her face and licking her finger tip. It tasted divine to her, mostly because it was full of his Aura, something that she desperately needed. She licked up the rest of her cum off her face like a cat might clean itself. Not that Jaune was complaining. He was getting harder and harder again just from watching her do it. "Could… would it be… a burden to receive more of your seed? Even your musk would suffice, master." Saber added nervously. She didn't want to reveal just how horny she was, how much her body yearned for him.
"No, not at all! That would be uh… great! Why don't we move to the bed, though?" Jaune said, pulling her up by her hand and leading her to his parents' bedroom (his own was dirty and filled with enough of his stuff that he didn't want to scare her away, whereas his parent's room was freshly cleaned and prepped for their return).
He and Saber sat on the bed, both of them wanting to make the move but too anxious to do so.
"Would you um… mind undressing? I-I'll do it too." Jaune said, taking off his shirt. Saber's jaw dropped when she checked out his bod, amazed by his toned abs and chiseled chest (in this universe, Jaune wasn't a wimp before he went to Beacon, and had gotten in even without a forged transcript due to his heritage and strength). She had to wipe away a bit of drool from her mouth, but couldn't stop herself from poking at his stomach and giving a small 'eep' when it was just as alluring as it looked.
"Saber? Are you okay?" Jaune asked, genuinely concerned since she was blushing furiously, breathing deeply, and looking away from him.
"I am nominal, master. I… was simply examining your form." She said, trying not to imagine Jaune taking her right there and then, pinning her down on the bed and fucking her senseless. "I was ensuring thou would be safe from the attacks of enemy masters, and I have concluded that there are no issues with your hot- I-I mean well trained body."
"Thanks? Here, I'll help you get out of your clothes." Jaune said, pulling her shirt over her head before she could even realize it. Although what he was seeing was no different than just a few minutes in front of the bathroom, she felt infinitely more self conscious at him seeing her body, even if her crotch was covered.
"M-master, are you sure seeing all of this unsightly body is required? Perhaps some clothes could be left on?" She said, looking away from him and trying to cover her chest with her arms.
It was now that Jaune realized, even through his denseness, what he needed to do. He placed a hand on Saber's bare shoulder, grabbing her eyes and attention.
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I like seeing your body. If you don't believe me, I'm this hard because of you." Jaune said, placing her hand on his hard dick. "So I command you to stop thinking of yourself as unwomanly! You're hot! Now take off your pants."
Saber could hardly look at him with how much she was blushing, but still managed to answer with a quiet but still audible, "Yes, master." her heart was pounding as she took off her shorts, finally (well, not really finally) showing her pussy to him (not really) for the first time.
"You're beautiful, Saber." Jaune said, moving his hand along her soft but muscular thighs and feeling her shudder at his touch. Naturally his hand gravitated to her crotch, his fingers more stumbling around her pussy than actually performing ministrations. Not that it mattered to Saber, who gasped and moaned from the stimulation. His hand felt completely different than her own, the level of pleasure she got from it on a whole different magnitude. She didn't even realize that she could feel that good. Her hands grabbed and pulled at the comforter as Jaune toyed with her pussy, short, quick breaths escaping her mouth.
It didn't take her long to cum given how sensitive she was, her pussy squirting all over his hand and the floor, her body shuddering from the pleasure, twitching involuntarily.
"That felt wonderful, master. May I repay the favor?" Saber asked after she had recovered. Jaune nodded, unsure what she was planning.
Neither did Saber, truthfully, but her body followed the detailed instructions of the grail and gently pushed down Jaune, straddling his chest with her back to his head. She helped him out of his pants, licking her lips at the sight of his dick dripping with his precum, sliding her pussy back to his mouth and putting her own mouth over his cock. While she didn't fully understand why the grail had implanted this particular position as the '69', she didn't question it, instead giving into the pleasure. She moaned around his cock as she took it in, her lips smacking and making lewd noises as she did her best to pleasure the tip of it with her tongue and lips, her hands working on his balls and shaft. Stroking them, gently playing with them.
For however good Saber's mouth had felt, using both her hands and mouth felt even better. Her tongue teasing his tip, with her hands massaging his balls to churn out more cum and his shaft to excite him. He had to hold onto dear life, like he was hanging from a cliff, just to stop from cumming. But he couldn't go down without a fight, especially with Saber's muff right in front of his face.
He pulled her crotch down to his face, tracing his tongue over her lower lips. Tasting their salty, enjoying how her mouth tightened around his dick when he teased her.
"Must you attack me like that?" Saber sighed, complaining but obviously loving Jaune's attention from the way her hips wiggled back and forth.
"It's kind of hard not to." Jaune said honestly, diving back into her pussy with his tongue and mouth, pulling her cute, bubbly butt down to make sure she couldn't escape. He could hear and feel her moans around his cock as they pleasured each other, making the experience far better than if just one of them was receiving. Jaune could directly feel and see when her whole body tightened and relaxed, and it became a game to see how far he could get her to wind up just by tracing her labia with his tongue.
Saber released his dick with a 'pop', saliva dripping from her mouth to his twitching cock that was slick with her spittle and his precum. She felt something welling up inside her, her crotch burning with desire. This wasn't something she could put off anymore, almost as if the grail itself was telling her to do this. Trapped in her chest, she had to let Jaune know what she wanted, clearly.
"J-JAM IT IN!" Saber yelled, her face flushed with excitement.
"...you lost me." Jaune said, and rightfully so.
"I require thy cock inside me, master. It's a necessity, truly. Thy seed, thy dick… please, master. Breed me and my disobedient pussy, even if such a thing is unfathomable."
"Umm… sure?" Jaune said, not really sure how to respond with words, instead choosing to easily lift Saber (with only a minor 'eep' out of her as she was lifted in the air), and place her with her back to the bed, her eyes looking into his own with lust and need. Jaune's member was throbbing from being brought to the edge without release, and was pressing against her virgin pussy, grinding against it of its own accord. Smearing her crotch with his musk and precum, marking her as his servant.
"Mmh~ I beg of you, master," Saber said, spreading her perfect pink pussy for him to see, "I humbly request once again, breed me~"
All of the talk that Jaune had heard about wearing condoms went out the window, his horniness erasing (or at least ignoring) any such memories. Or at least, his horniess tried to erase it, unsuccessfully.
"Wait, let me grab protection." Jaune said, about to get up.
Saber's small hand grabbed his wrist, blushing as furiously as the sun. "Actually, master, as a servant, I am unable to bore children. Thou may cum in me freely without worrying about such matters. My womb could be filled with thy seed and it would simply be converted to prawna."
"Well, in that case…" Jaune said, readying himself once again to pierce Saber with his dick, lining it up with her sopping wet pussy. Saber looked at his dick with anticipation, biting her lip as she watched him rub against her slit, prodding at it and requesting entrance. To help him, she spread her pussy lips as the head of his cock prodded inside her, forcing her into an O face as she felt her lower half stretching to accommodate Jaune.
Jaune was barely able to push into the tight space that was Saber's pussy. She was too tight, even with just his head inside her. She could feel her vice like muscles around him, already trying to uselessly milk his dick for his semen. Not wanting to hurt her, he kept pushing slowly but surely inside of her. Eliciting noises that no one had ever heard from Saber before that resounded throughout the empty house, and surely would've been heard by the neighbors if they even had any. Lewd moans and groans of pleasure.
"Thy dick is… amazing." Saber said, unable to take her eyes off the shaft that still had yet to be inside her. Even with him only half way in, it felt like her entire body was full. "Thank you, master." She said, pulling him down into a kiss that lit both their bodies aflame. Their tongues and saliva mingled, sweet noises from Saber's mouth muffled by Jaune's. Noises which became even louder, and deeper as he slid further inside her, his dick finally breaking past her hymen and slamming to the hilt with a final thrust.
A small trickle of blood came from her pussy, something that Jaune noticed immediately after glancing away from their kiss. But before he could pull out, Saber's hand stopped him.
"Please, master. Continue and ignore my trifling issue. My virginity is nothing more than proof of my manly body. I am indebted to you for fixing that."
Before he could respond, she pulled him back into a sweet kiss, her hands on his face, trying to pull him deeper into passion. Something that Jaune allowed himself to be pulled by, finally gearing up to pound her by putting his hands on her large, shapely hips. He used them as handles, slowly, pleasurably pulling his dick out of her and feeling her pussy complain and try to trap him inside.
Only for him to pound her once again, Saber's eyes rolling up as she moaned. Jaune pounded her wet, velvety pussy again and again with his cock. Feeling her contract and twitch around him. She laid there and took his assault, her hands gripping the sheets as her hips rocked up to meet his, driving him even further inside her
"Harder, master! Plunge thy cock deeper!" Saber moaned, her kiss even more heated with him now. "Use me as thy see fit! For if I wasn't barren, I would surely have many heirs and spares with you."
Jaune heeded her request, plunging his dick deeper inside her. Far enough that he could feel something stopping his thrusts, and felt Saber's mouth and pussy clench when he hit it.
"M-master~ Your rod is barging upon my womb, assaulting with the intent to fill up the innermost part of my body! Please, continue until my womb submits and you drown it with your seed!"
"It better take my cum. I'm your master, right?" Jaune said, feeling himself about to blow. He watched Saber's hair bounce in disarray over her face as he fucked her pussy wildly. Not with much technique, but with stamina to make up for it. Saber was a mess of exclamations and curses when Jaune felt his balls tightening, almost reaching the finish line.
"I'm cumming, Saber!"
"I as well, master!" Saber said, her pussy clamping down around his cock as she came, screaming Jaune's name.
And after the head of his cock finally broke through her cervix and invaded her womb, he pumped load after load inside her baby room. Filling her with enough cum and semen to distend her stomach, his toes twitching as his balls worked over time to churn more and more seed out, a steady flow coursing through his dick.
As soon as Saber thought the flow of warm sticky batter was done, more came from Jaune's dick. Heating up her core, but finally satisfying her lust. She held Jaune close until he was finally done, his dick considerably smaller as he pulled out of her sore and sensitive pussy, bringing along with it a large trickle of semen flowing from her gaping pussy.
"Thy sword is quite… the spectacle." Saber commented, her chest still heaving as her heart rate slowed. She stuck a finger inside her pussy filled with his cum, and brought it back slathered with his warm and sticky seed, tasting it. Licking it clean. "Divine. Far better than anything Gawain ever made. And if I was more ignorant, I would say this seed of yours was capable of knocking up even a servant."
She looked down to see his dock stiffening once again. "Master, would my body suffice to relieve your urges once again? To once again pierce and conquer my womb with your seed? Claim me as your queen?"
Jaune wasn't exactly going to turn that down, especially when she spread her pussy, this time his cum dribbling out and making a terrible mess of the sheets.
If only the both of them knew just how potent Jaune's cum actually was at that moment, months before Saber realized the extent of his virility.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! First time writing Fate FF, so if anyone has feedback, feel free to let me know (good or bad).
