The next morning, Saber returned to work.
Staying at home brooding over her own powerlessness wouldn't help anyone, least of all Rin.
That didn't mean her mind was at peace, of course. She felt like bursting out of her own skin any minute now, and if she had any idea of the general direction in which Rin was, she would go there at full power.
In her tenure as a king, there were many times when all she could do was sit on her throne and let someone else handle things, if simply by because she couldn't be everywhere at the same time.
She didn't like it any better now than she did back then. In fact she liked it even less, especially in light of what she had set out to do.
She needed Mana and she couldn't trust a Magus to provide it without trying to pull a fast one on her.
Even then she would have preferred to take her chances with the less ignominious route if risking some kind of impairment didn't mean being unable to help Rin when the time came.
The only safe choice was extracting Mana from normal humans, but since she steadfastly refused to harm anyone who wasn't an enemy that truly left with one possibility.
Collection through consumption off body fluids or, in layman's terms, sex.
The entire idea of laying with someone other than Rin or Shirou filled her with nothing but shame and disgust, but so did consuming an entire village down to the last nail to finance a military campaign. Yet she did it all the same, stone faced and with her head held high.
Her reservations were immaterial. The King wasn't human.
She turned off her heart and advanced towards the study of her employer.
"Come in," the voice of Howard called when she knocked on the door.
She let herself in and waited to be acknowledged. In the meantime, she scrutinized him.
Howard Ogdenson was not a pleasant man to look at. He wasn't precisely ugly either, but he enjoyed his vices and it showed.
Other than that, Saber knew him as a fair employer who cared for his employees and made sure everyone was well taken care of.
His liaisons with the majority of the female staff, Saber had gathered, were always initiated by the women themselves, at first in a misguided attempt to garner more favor and thus a better paycheck.
Later, according to the same women, because he was just that good and the paycheck was simply a nice bonus.
Saber had witnessed what they meant firsthand and withheld any judgment after her own shameful display. Also, because she was about to approach him with a similar proposition though for entirely different reasons than her colleagues.
He chose to do this thing with her employer rather than anyone else because she had already lost her face with him and because he had already extended her an offer in that regard.
If she had to debase herself she would do so in the least compromising way available.
Moreover, outside of the act itself, he never saw him treat the staff any less than cordially and professionally. As much as she loathed what she was about to do, he was probably the best candidate.
Eventually Howard out down the pen he was writing with and looked up at her.
"Ah, Miss Saber. Please have a seat," he offered, then continued when she did so. "What can I do for you today? I hope there are no problems with the rest of the staff."
"No, nothing of the sort," she replied.
"Well, that's good. What is the matter then?"
"About... the other day. I was wondering if your... proposition was still on the table."
"Oh... I see. Yes, of course. I did say that it would be, didn't I?"
"So you did," Saber agreed.
"Very well. I must say, I am exceptionally glad you decided in favor of this. May I ask you what made you change your mind?"
"You may not."
"Oh. Well, it doesn't matter so long as you're willing. Before we agree on anything though, there's a little something I need you to sign."
He pulled out a stack of papers from a drawer.
"What's this?"
"An informal contract. It simply states that there has been no coercion on my part and that anything we might do together is entirely of your volition."
"For what purpose?" she asked suspiciously. She didn't want to leave any proof of what they would be doing.
"A man of my standing is always in danger of being defrauded," he explained. "I wouldn't be the first to be accused post-facto of having forced myself on an employee, strong of my wealth and social standing. It's nothing but a small insurance on my part. It outlines the compensation you will receive in exchange of your services as well."
"About that... I don't need any compensation."
Howard blinked. "Forgive me, but I'm not sure I understand. Are you saying that you don't want to be paid?"
"That is exactly what I'm saying. I have... needs that have to be met, but I am no wench."
"I didn't mean to imply..."
"It doesn't matter. Have this contract redrafted suitably and add a non-disclosure clause. Only then I shall sign it."
"Of course, I'll have it done in a matter of hours."
"See to it. We will adjourn later at the end of my shift."
With those words she stood up and left, without bothering to look back. If she had to take part in this unpleasant business, she might as well be in charge of it.
After Saber had left, Howard remained sitting there wondering exactly what had just happened.
Eventually though, he recovered and a huge smile spread across his face.
Ever since the first day he had wanted to fuck Saber. She had an otherworldly beauty that other women just couldn't hope to match.
However there was an aura about her that made everyone keep their distance from her. Howard wouldn't have dared to so much as touch her without her express consent.
He thought he had her when he caught her masturbating after she spied on him getting on with a maid, but she had rebuffed his offer.
Now, however, she had come back asking to have sex with him without even wanting anything in return.
That was the effect he had on women. None could resist him. Anyone who ever had a taste of him could never go for long without more. Apparently now just the sight of his manliness was enough to make even the proudest woman crawl to him.
He was already salivating. If Saber wanted to ride his dick for free, he would certainly indulge her.
However, he would have to send his old pal Gerard a bottle of the good stuff. Ever since he had been tutored by the younger man, his sex life had gone from good to excellent.
Ubenknowst to him, Gerard was well aware of everything that had transpired.
Howard was nothing but a mere puppet, one of countless many, both men and women. They were all part of a huge network with the Magus at its centre.
Every woman he put his seal on would infect any other person they slept with, making them a vessel for his Magecraft, through which Mana and spells could flow freely.
That meant that he had a nearly inexhaustible pool of Mana at his fingertips, but also that he could cast spells through any of his thralls.
Saber had no idea that she was about to walk right into the snake's waiting mouth.
At the end of her shift, Saber decided to take a shower. She wasn't ready, mentally or otherwise, for what she was about to do.
Ironically, she felt more attraction to Howard before, when she didn't have any intention of laying with him than now that she had to.
Saber hated with every fiber of her being that all that she could do to help Rin was offering her body to a man she cared nothing about.
Neither Rin nor Shirou could ever know about it. Rin would be heartbroken over it and Saber didn't even want to think what sort of face Shirou would make.
He didn't have it in him to hate or resent anyone. In fact, she knew he would forgive her immediately. She just didn't want to see him hurt.
She would take this secret to the grave.
Once she felt confident her inner turmoil wouldn't show on her face she turned off the water and dried herself. Putting on a towel, she stepped into the changing room used by the female staff.
"Oh, Miss Saber," one of the maids, Veronica, greeted. "I didn't know it was you in the showers. Clocking off early for once?"
"Not really," she replied easily. "I still have much to do before calling it a day."
It was fortunate that she usually stayed long after her shift had officially ended. Partly because being responsible of any number of people meant checking that things had been done correctly and partly because she was in no rush to go back to an empty apartment.
Today, it meant no one found it really odd for her to be around after she was supposed to have already finished.
"Always the workaholic. Don't you have a boyfriend to go back to?"
"He... my boyfriend is abroad for work right now."
It was technically not a lie. Wherever it was that Shirou was hiding, Saber doubted it was anywhere on the British Isles.
"Ah. I see. It must be tough going back to an empty house, isn't it? I think I'd be much the same if I didn't have my husband and children waiting for me at home."
"Husband? You are married? But I thought..."
"Hm? Is something the matter?"
"Forgive me. I had thought you and Mr. Ogdeson were..."
"Oh. Ah ah ah," she laughed embarrassedly. "Well, I suppose the cat is out of the bag. Yes, I do have extra duties with Mr. Ogdenson. I would appreciate it if you didn't mention it to anyone outside of this mansion."
"But... you just said you're married."
"Yes, I am married, but this and that are two separate matters."
"How are they separate? Where does your faithfulness to your husband fits into this?"
"Oh, Miss Saber. You're so innocent and naive. I love my husband and my two children very much and I work every day so that they might be happy. However, I must take care of my own needs as well."
"And your husband doesn't take care of that? Is that it?"
"My husband treats me with nothing but love and respect," Veronica explained. "He couldn't possibly treat me like Mr. Ogdenson does."
"Which is how?"
"Like a piece of meat," Clara piped in. "You don't get it because you never tried it, Miss Saber, but there's a huge difference between making love and fucking. When a guy loves you he always holds something back for your sake. They just can't hit your female switch."
"Is that why you dumped your fiance?" Veronica asked.
"Pretty much. I couldn't go through with the wedding knowing that I would have to dance around him all the time. I had to make a call between being loved for live and being fucked stupid anytime I wanted. Not much of a choice, really. "
There was a chorus of agreements from the other maids.
"I know where you're coming from," Veronica explained, "and I'm glad I don't have to make that choice. I would hate to hurt my family that way."
"You're saying that you would pick having sex with someone else other than your husband over your family?" Saber asked. Shock was prevalent over disgust in her voice.
"I don't want to choose anything over anyone... but if I really had to, I know that my husband and children would eventually be fine without me."
Saber was appalled beyond words.
"I know it must seem scandalous to you, Miss Saber, but it's only because you haven't experienced it yet. I too would have felt the same as you if I heard such a story before I learned the difference myself."
"I... It's not my place to judge," she replied. Had the circumstanced been different she probably would have had something to say, but as she was about to do something along the same lines, even for a good cause, she didn't feel like passing judgment.
Still, she was not so weak minded that she would forsake her principles in exchange of carnal pleasure like they had done.
"That's very kind of you," Veronica replied gently. "And again, I would really appreciate it if you kept it for yourself. Everyone here, well almost everyone, is having sex with Mr. Ogdenson, but we avoid speaking about it. We wouldn't want it to get back to our spouses and ruin their lives."
"I... I understand. They won't be hearing it from me."
Her sense of justice cringed in protest, but right there and then she didn't know where right and wrong stood.
By all means, exposing a misdeed was the knightly thing to do, but destroying a happy family was not. Moreover she didn't have the moral standing to denounce an act she was about to perform herself.
"Thank you. I know that my words might let you think otherwise, but my family is very important to me."
'Not so much that you would give up cheating on your husband, apparently,' Saber had wanted to say, but held her tongue. Nothing good would come of it.
Eventually the maids moved to the showers and Saber dressed herself in a clean uniform.
She tried to keep her mind as blank as possible as she marched toward a doom that was much reminiscent of that distant day, when she pulled the sword from the stone.
She felt the weight of her choice bear down on her, but just like that day there was no alternative. It didn't matter what happened to her or to her body. All that mattered - all that ever mattered - was her duty.
-The King isn't human.-
Before she even notice she had already arrived at her destination and she knocked on the door to the room where her fate awaited.
There was no discernible emotion to be found on her face. A familiar mask she had worn plenty of times.
"Come in," he called out and she slipped inside, closing the door behind her and waiting to be acknowledged, much like she had done earlier that day.
It felt like Howard's office should have been dark and cold. It wasn't. It was bright and airy. The desk behind which he sat was a warm, rich mahogany and the floor length windows let in more than enough light. It was a very pleasant room.
Howard went on writing something and only a few minutes later he looked up.
"Ah, Saber. I'm glad you could make it," he said easily.
Howard was a very large man. In width as well as height. With the early evening glow behind him, he was a huge, shadowed outline with a pearly white grin.
He opened the same drawer as earlier and put the contents on his desk. The light reflected off the white paper, giving it something of an aura. Appropriate for a contract that would seal the fate of a legendary king.
None of this showed showed on her face. The blank mien of a ruler was proof against stray thoughts or feelings.
"Would you care to to look it over?" he asked.
She strode over to the desk. The heels of her black shoes clicked and clicked on the marble.
She could feel his lecherous gaze as she approached.
His huge fingers dexterously spun the contract around to face her. The changes she'd requested had been made.
Her hand did not tremble, for a king was incapable of cowardice. She did not fear. She did her duty.
Howard reached out, holding a gold plated fountain pen. She took it from him, observing the contrast between his giant mitts and her own dainty, feminine fingers. Before she could pull away, he gently took her hand, holding it as if she were a princess and not a king. As if he intended to kiss it.
She glanced up at that.
He was staring into her eyes. His gaze was… fierce. But not offensive. Powerful. Masculine. The eyes of a hunter.
"Saber, I want this to be clear. If you do not sign this contract, it will not affect your employment. Please think this through carefully."
He clearly expected a response… but she had no words for him. His concern was wasted on her.
She pulled her hand from his grip. The pen felt enormously heavy as she leaned over and signed her name on the dotted line.
Just like that, it felt like the atmosphere changed. There was something else in the air now. A pent up charge, almost.
She stood back and dropped the pen onto his desk almost contemptuously.
Howard's smile had grown.
"Honestly, I can't say I'm disappointed with your choice," he offered.
His chair creaked as he pushed back from the desk. Within moments there was enough space between the desk and Howard for a person to stand. He gestured to it with one hand. She stifled a sigh. It seemed that there was going to be some pageantry involved.
So be it. This was her duty, nothing more. Her body was her weapon in this engagement. The tool by which she could help Rin. If she had to show off for this man, she would. Rin was worth more than this petty sacrifice.
She walked around the desk and stood between the still seated Howard and his work station.
His eyes roamed her body. The instincts of a warrior catalogued his places of interest. Her legs mostly, though he also seemed interested in her modest chest. It was laughably easy to read his body language.
He licked his lips.
To Howard, Saber appeared almost angelic. Haloed in the light, her golden hair gleamed with an unearthly lustre.
Every inch of her was absolute perfection. Utterly without blemish. She wasn't as voluptuous as he tended to prefer, but that was fine. She was a perfect, natural beauty. His balls throbbed with the overwhelming desire to fill this fae creature with his seed. It was made worse by the fact that she was wearing his uniform. The uniform that all his maids wore. It was by no mean obscene, Long enough to be proper. Short enough to be tantalizing. The black stocking perfectly highlighted perfectly the shape of her soft thighs.
It was too much to bear. The monster in his trousers throbbed.
Saber could only stare as the bulge in Howard's trousers grew. Every time she was sure it had to stop, it exceeded her expectations. She could only stare in mute shock as he cursed and unbuttoned his trousers. The fabric creaked as it began to exceed its tolerances.
With a great THWAP his enormous cock was finally freed from its confines. Several inches of thick, bumpy dick shot free of his trousers and swung up to a horizontal position, slapping wetly against his large but firm belly. It bobbed there for a moment under Saber's suddenly apprehensive gaze.
"Excuse me, I normally have better control than that. It's just… well you did this to me, you see."
He gestured at the erect, throbbing member that was now occupying most of her attention. She'd seen it before, thrusting into a another woman… but those distant glances couldn't compare to this. It was so close. The huge menacing pole of meat was inches from her belly. It was nearly large enough to cover the distance between them. She could almost feel its heat as it throbbed angrily.
It was as thick as her wrist and as long as her forearm. It exuded musk and sheer masculine aggression. It was a tool for tear women open and impregnate them… and it would go inside her.
It was dripping cloudy pre-cum onto the marble already.
As a king, she felt no fear. Her expression didn't change beyond a single raised eyebrow at his excuse. Yet there was a heaviness in her chest and a faint heat in her stomach. Something she had grown familiar with in recent times.
"Well," he said as he clapped his hands together. "No time like the present."
He reached out with his pudgy hand wrapping it around her slender arm. She could easily rip his arm from his shoulder and beat him to death with it if so she wished. Howard seemed to sense something because he hesitated, eyes wide with with worry.
Saber let out a small huff of impatience from her nose. There was no point in hesitating. She took a step forward of her own volition so that he wouldn't have to try and force her. She raised her head and offered her mouth with a challenging stare.
A flurry of emotions went through Howard's eyes. Wariness and hunger battled for dominance inside his head.
It seemed that he was no mere lecher. He had something of instinct underneath all those layers of fat. Then again, it was already quite evident that he there was a powerful instinct behind his every actions.
Indeed there was perhaps no better word to define this man other than hungry. A hunger that won out against other instinct and gave him the courage to seize her shoulder and lower his lips to hers.
Saber would have liked to say that his touch was repulsive and that his smell was disgusting.
They were neither.
His fat lips were strong and didn't quite slobber her as she thought they would from how much bigger they were than hers. Similarly he did not smell bad. He used expensive cologne that few could afford, used in just the right doses and its scent mixed with the strong musk coming from below his waist.
Saber had sealed her emotions so that she would not be repelled from the act she chose to perform, but her body, the body of a woman, couldn't help but react to the smell just like it had done when she peeped on him and Clara.
The heat in her lower abdomen intensified, generating an unpleasant hitch that she tried to scratch by rubbing her legs together.
It was useless, though. Rather than subsiding it intensified further, until Howard's pudgy hand slid down along her arm and waist, to seize her buttock and give a light squeeze that made her jump and gasp.
His large tongue was suddenly inside her mouth, taking Saber's own tongue up for a spin while his hold on her intensified.
'I… what is this?' she wondered. Her heart had suddenly started racing. 'His smell is... intoxicating.'
But she had already known that. When she unsealed that room, that day, the most prominent sense that had been assaulted had been her sense of smell. Howard's every pore seemed to exude a fragrant, overpowering masculinity, which aroused her body and clouded her mind.
She didn't even notice that she had started kissing him back, clutching the front of his shirt to hold him close.
She felt his shaft slid between her dainty legs, brushing against the nylon of her stocking. She felt it grow and grow and grow, until it started lifting her skirt and stopping only when it touched her womanhood through her clothes.
"Ah!" Saber let out involuntarily, throwing her head back. The sudden intake of fresh oxygen cleared her mind some and she took notice of her own reaction. She looked up at Howard and saw him smile, not quite smugly but satisfiedly nonetheless.
Saber felt her face blush and looked away, unable to bear this man's gaze.
She scowled at this moment of unacceptable weakness, before turning her head forward while pulling Howard down with both hands, crashing their lips together.
This time it was her tongue that went into his mouth. If conflict was inevitable it was better to be on the offensive than being forced on the defensive.
She would not let this man corner her and force her to submit.
Her passion seemed to ignite his own and the hardness between her legs pressed further against her womanhood, forcing her to feel her own wetness as it seeped through the cotton of her underwear.
'Does my body really want this?' she wondered. With each passing minute she realized that she didn't really know herself as much as she thought she did. Her womanhood secreted more and more juices, making a wet mess inside of her underwear and pantyhose.
Howard's precum didn't really help in the matter either.
Eventually though, Howard broke off their kiss. "Alright then Saber, you've been very quiet. Are you ready to move to the next stage?"
She was stymied. She didn't want to say it. She didn't want to acknowledge their sordid act verbally. It felt… too real. Unfortunately, he didn't seem ready to continue with her silence.
She took in a deep breath. "Yes, of course. Let's not waste any more valuable time." It was said almost robotically. There was no passion, no interest. It was a requirement that she was fulfilling. Nothing more. Her body might have wanted to partake in the act, but her mind was different thing.
He sighed in response. "You're anxious. I understand. Most women are when they see little Howard here for the first time. Don't worry though. I'm very experienced. You'll enjoy this. I promise you that."
She had her doubts, but she didn't voice them. This was her duty. Pleasure was irrelevant.
"Now," he said, his placating tone turning into a passionate growl. "Let me show you why none of the maids in this mansion want to quit."
He lifted her by the waist, making her sit on his desk. Saber didn't resist, letting him guide her obediently, embarrassment rearing his head once again only when he slowly pushed her legs open and kneeled in front of her.
"Lift your skirt."
After a moment of hesitation she did so, employing all of her willpower not to look away in shame. From so close he could undoubtedly see her body's reaction to their encounter. However, the mocking words she expected never came.
Instead, Howard reached with both hands between her legs and unceremoniously tore open the nylon of her pantyhose.
"What-" she was about to ask, but her words were cut off when Howard pressed his face against her panties. "Kh!" she grunted, stifling a moan.
Howard kissed her nether regions through her underwear, stimulating and frustrating Saber in equal measure. Her fingers clenched against the edge of the desk, causing the wooden surface to creak.
Howard quickly moved to the next level, moving her panties aside and tasting her womanhood directly.
"...!" This time Saber was ready and did not let out a single sound, however her body still shook when his fat tongue slid over and inside her folds.
For a time that felt immeasurable, Howard explored her depths, tasting her private place for all it was worth, but never, ever bringing her to an orgasm.
However, Saber wasn't so weak willed that she would ask for him to finish what he started. If he expected her to beg, he had another thing coming.
Howard eventually came to realize that Saber would not give in so easily and pulled away.
"Now then, it's about time we get to the main course."
He held his horrendous looking member and lined it to her well lubricated pussy. Against her fair skin and slender frame it looked even bigger than it was.
Saber was not a large woman, but Howard was a very large man. It seemed almost as if they would be incompatible
He pressed it against her, but didn't insert it. Rather he made it slide against her wet folds coating it in Saber's own arousal and causing her to secrete even more.
It was hot, she noticed. Hot and throbbing.
No... the throbbing came from her. Her body was aching in a way it never had. It wanted that grotesque thing inside itself, craved it even.
In Shirou and Rin, Saber had know love and attraction but here and now she was experiencing desire. Her body needed something and it was completely dissociated from what her heart wanted.
As of that moment, Saber felt like she was two separate people at the same time. The King and the woman.
The grinding of the enormous purple cockhead against her pussy and clit felt… nicer than she was willing to admit.
At last, Howard felt his cock was ready to undertake the journey inside Saber's core. He pointed his tip against her entrance and pushed.
At first, nothing happened. Suddenly though, with a pop, the purple tip of his member started to spread her open.
"Kh!" Saber grunted. It was uncomfortable in more than one way. Her body was struggling to accommodate it, but it was doing so eagerly. Saber's own folds seemed to have a mind of their own, constricting around Howard's member and pulling it in.
Howard continued to slowly push his meaty cock inside her. She was stretched so tightly around him that her pussy lips were almost invisible. She was a silken glove of warm, wet bliss. Every single bump and knob on his enormous pole was a great mountain to her overstimulated pussy.
Inch by inch he penetrated her further, causing her cold composure to start cracking, making her go from gritting her teeth to gasping for breath by the time she felt it touch her cervix.
As much as she hated to admit it. It felt good.
'So... so deep,' she couldn't help but think in amazement, swallowing a couple of times to rehydrate her throat that had become intensely dry.
She felt Howard's chuckle at her reaction. Connected as they were, it reverberated through her.
Saber couldn't have replied if she had wanted to. It felt like she had a telephone pole shoved straight up into her body. A warm, pulsing, pleasurable telephone pole. Her modest chest heaved as she tried to pull in more air. Her milk-pale skin gleamed with sweat.
She thought it was done. She thought that the most difficult part was finally behind her.
She couldn't have been more mistaken if she tried.
"Well, I think it's time now."
Saber was pulled from her dazed contemplation by the sound of his voice.
"T-Time?" she gasped out.
His response was a smirk. "Yes. Time. Time to show you the difference between making love and being fucked."
Howard pulled back slowly and Saber's body tightened against the retreating hardness, causing the already strong friction to intensify even more, and with it the pleasure she was unwittingly experiencing.
Despite that, she was utterly unprepared for what she felt when he slammed back into her.
"Ngaah?" she moaned, throwing her head back, eyes wide open and mouth gaping.
All breath left her lungs almost as if she had been punched right under her diaphragm. She almost wished she had been, so that her pride would be preserved. However not such mercy was given her... or any other for that matter.
It was all she could do to not cum on the spot. The bumps and ridges scraped her cunt raw, but also blasted her brain with tingles of bliss.
Before she could recover her wits, Howard attacked again but with a slower thrust. However when Saber drew breath again he struck her deep once more.
This time she did cum.
"Iiihk?"
Her toes curled as black electricity burned its way through her spine and up into her brain, making her mind go blank for a brief moment
However, Saber wasn't one to be defeated so easily. Her eyes immediately regained their focus and narrowed at him.
"You..." she growled and glared at him, however Howard only smirked smugly. Before she could fully recover he took hold of her firm butt and lifted her from his desk.
Having lost the ground underneath her, the only thing she could do was grab his shirt... and wrap her legs around his waist. It was part necessity to keep her balance and part unconscious feminine instinct. Her glare intensified, but so did the grip of her pussy around his cock.
However Howard had only just began. With Saber's movements almost completely sealed by her position, he started to earnestly ravish her.
He grunted and thrusted his cock into her tight pussy like a battering ram against a castle's gates.
Increasingly stronger waves of pleasure crashed against her. Too strong for her to ignore them.
He didn't slow down or stop. He was a carnal beast. Thrusting and thrusting and thrusting and fucking. His appearance belied his physical prowess. His stamina seemed nearly unlimited.
Her heart burned with despair while her body burned with lust. Her personal vow to enjoy this act as little as possible had been utterly shattered. It felt like a betrayal of her true loves.
The conflicting sensations only heightened her arousal, which in turn heightened her heartache. A loop of lust and despair. A vortex of dark emotion and carnality. Each pussy-reshaping thrust destroyed a bit more of her rationality.
Despite this, she was a king. She didn't surrender. She had lovers. Rin and Shirou had sole occupancy of her heart. Howard could have her body for now, but he'd never take their place like he had done with countless other women.
She could feel a tide of bliss rising up from her navel. She tried to fight it by tensing, but that merely accelerated the process as she tightened around the huge fat cock even more! The tingling bliss spread and spread and finally, past her gritted teeth, Saber let loose a muted cry of pleasure.
"NNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnng~!"
Her cunt reflexively tightened on his rod as she came. Her orgasmic thrashing finally pushed Howard over the edge as well. He let out a growl that was almost a roar and his enormous balls pulled up against his body, as they fired their contents straight into Saber's contracting womb.
Her vision whited out as her body experienced pulse of pure orgasmic joy, satisfied on a deep, instinctual level by the seed of her partner.
In that moment, Saber's defenses had been completely obliterated.
If she hadn't been so utterly lost in her own pleasure, she might have noticed a moment where Howard's gaze… changed. A moment where it seemed almost like another person was looking out through his eyes triumphantly. She might have noticed a muted pink glow over her lower abdomen that almost seemed to form three concentric hearts.
A gaping abyss of pure pleasure and bliss seemed to yawn open before her. She could feel it. The tingling that would never end, the bliss without the guilt. It beckoned her as she came and came and came. Over and over again.
There was no conscious battle, but in her heart, she resisted. Shirou and Rin buoyed her heart. Raised her above the muck and viscous, pleasurable darkness flowing into her soul from the outside. Two glowing lights bound to her by love and duty.
Eventually, the glow subsided. Quelled, but not defeated.
Her breathing was ragged. Her body was shaking and spasming.
Saber crashed down like she had fallen from the top of a mountain held only by the strong arm of her… lover? No. Partner? Yes, partner would do. This was a mutual exchange. They were equals in this endeavor. She wasn't any lower than him.
However, the little confidence she had built for herself last only for a moment.
"Well my dear," Howard chuckled. "Now that's the foreplay is over with, shall we move on to the main dish?" There was a delighted twinkle in his eyes that made her heart turn cold.
With a sinking stomach, Saber realised that Howard hadn't gone soft at all. He was still hard and throbbing inside her.
It would be a long time before he would be done with her.
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AN:Well, Saber's fucked. Literally and metaphorically. Of course this is just the beginning of her descent into madness, but you will be reading more for it at the end of this month.
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