Chapter 29

Saber returned home after work, took a long shower and mingled around the house until the sun had set. Afterwards, she put on a sweater and a pair of skintight trousers before leaving again.

London was as lively as expected from a city that housed millions of inhabitants, but unlike other metropolises it had a quiet feel to it.

There was no comparison to the little city it was back in her time and Saber appreciated the feeling of walking through its streets, listening to the cacophony of noises, smelling the food being prepared inside the houses. It was a peaceful feeling and one that she could only appreciate now that Rin was safe again.

Thinking how close she had gotten to lose her for good sent the chills down her spine. Only by committing what was usually considered a sin she had the strength to save her, which in turn forced her to reconsider if it was truly a sin in the first place.

Sins were such because only bad things came from them so, clearly, something that saved someone wasn't a sin to begin with.

That was the theory that she was musing anyway. Letting go of deeply rooted morals was anything but easy, but Saber knew that she couldn't dismiss the idea anymore.

She needed to find out more about this concept, about herself and the meaning of right and wrong. Still, she could have lived with the curiosity if there hadn't been the pressing matter of gathering Mana for her sustenance.

As such, she made her way towards a place she knew could provide her with answers… and with experience.

The XXX lounge was open twenty-four seven, ready to fulfill the needs of its clientele at any hour of the day. A testament to how urgent and imperative those needs could be.

Saber stood a few steps away from the entrance for a long time before finding the courage to step inside for the third time. The previous two times she had come seeking hints about Rin's whereabouts. Back then, she had no hesitation in going through that door.

Today it was different. Today she was there primarily for her own sake.

Nobody really paid her any mind when the door chimed to signal her entrance, but as she moved through the shelves she caught the eye of the few customers. The great majority of them were male, but she spotted a few women checking her out too.

Saber was past being surprised by this. It was now evident that women were lustful creatures (sluts) by nature, so it wasn't odd to find them in such a place. The disparity in numbers was probably due to women being the gatekeepers of sex, and thus had less need to resort to the surrogates sold in this establishment.

However Saber was leaps and bound above all of them, and she inevitably drew the gaze of all people present. She couldn't go through with her plan with these many people around. It was too embarrassing.

So, she started browsing through the wares instead, waiting for the clientele to thin out a bit.

There were all manner of items on display. Some had an obvious purpose, such as surrogates from a man's cock. They came in all sizes, from small to huge. There was even one in the shape of a horse's member.

Did women possess lust for beasts as well? At this point, Saber wouldn't put it past them.

There were also other things that she didn't know what they were, but a quick glance at the back of the package cleared up any confusion she might have had. Plugs for the anus and rotors for the clitoris.

There was truly an entire industry dedicated to catering to the primal needs of people. If this was the direction mankind advancements took, did it mean that this was what they wanted for themselves? Logic seemed to dictate such.

It had been well over a millenia since her time. Were her morals outdated, holding on the modern days simply out of inertia? Saber wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but she was long past questioning the nature of people.

After about half an hour, the other customers had left with their purchases and Saber was alone in the store with the exception of the clerk. It was the young man she met during her first visit.

"Good evening," she greeted as she approached the desk.

"Good- oh, it's you," he said with a smile. "How did your search go? Did you find your friend?"

"As a matter of fact, I did. Thank you for your help."

"I didn't really do anything. By the way, I heard you had a bit of an argument with James the other night. He didn't stop grumbling about it."

"I hope I did not cause trouble for him," Saber said apologetically

"No more trouble than he procures for himself, I'm sure," the clerk smiled. "Anyway, what can I do for you? Looking for someone else?"

"No actually… I wanted to inquire about… about the facility in the back."

"Uhm, what?" he asked.

"That room in the back," Saber repeated with an intense shade of red on her face. "How does one go about… using it?"

"You.. you understand what happens in there, right?"

Saber nodded, blush increasing to further heights. "I do."

"And you want to use it," he said, blushing as fiercely as Saber while he looked her over from head to toe.

"... I would like to, yes. Is… is there something wrong with it?"

"Ah, no. Not really. It's just… I didn't think you were that type."

"Yes, hum, I'm not really… I'm just trying to… ah, broaden my horizons," she said awkwardly.

"That's a… certainly peculiar way to go about it," he replied.

"Is that a problem?" she asked more resolutely, though the shade of red on her face had not abated in the slightest.

"No, no. Not really" he said, holding up both hands in a placating manner. "It's just… it's not like there's a line of guys waiting. These are scheduled events and there's paperwork to be done. It's not something that can be arranged in a spur of the moment."

"Oh," Saber said flatly. Had she gone through all of this embarrassment only to come out empty handed? "Wait, paperwork?"

"Well… yes. This place is a business venture and there are strict laws that we must adhere to. While prostitution is legal in this country, brothels are outlawed, go figure. So, anyway, in order for us to allow sex on our premises we must file it under pornografy and we must record everything that happens. Otherwise, we risk getting shut down permanently."

"Recording? I do not wish to be recorded," Saber protested.

"Well, sorry, but it's not something I get to decide. It's the law."

"Are you positive there's no other way?" she asked.

"Absolutely. Our business is entirely on the level. We can't afford to break the rules. They'd shut us down. Look, if you are worried about people finding out who you are you could always use an art name and wear a mask. Lots of people do it and it doesn't matter so long as the documents are in proper order."

"I see. I see. That... that would work, yes. I will do that."

"Great. I can have the session scheduled for tomorrow at this hour. As for the payment-"

"I don't want any payment," Saber interjected.

"Excuse me?" the clerk blinked. "You don't want to get paid."

"Absolutely not. I'm not a whore."

"I, uh, well. Alright then," he said, clearly at loss for words. "I'm sorry, most women who decide to undertake this are either career pornstars or rather desperate for money. I didn't mean to imply anything."

"No, there is no reason for you to apologize. Is it… is it odd, what I'm doing?"

"A bit. A beautiful woman like you who just wants to have sex doesn't need to go to these lengths. If you were to go to a pub you'd have plenty of guys trying to pick you up in a heartbeat."

"I… see. The thing is… No, never mind. Please, do arrange the session for tomorrow."

"If you are sure," he said hesitantly.

"I am," she confirmed. "Thank you for your concern but I have already made my decision. I appreciate your help in this."

"You don't need to thank me. Technically, I'm just doing my job."

"Nevertheless, I am grateful. I'll be seeing you tomorrow then," she said as she made her leave.

"Have a good evening, miss," the clerk said.

Saber left the XXX Lounge feeling both relieved and burdened. She had successfully made a step in the direction she had chosen, but her goal was still a step away. Now? She had to live until the next day dreading this thing.

Moreover, she was starting to run low on Mana. She could probably make it to the next day, but should she be risking it? Could she really walk into a pub and have several men make a pass on her?

'… why not find out?'

Saber looked towards the end of the street, at the corner of which one such establishment was located. She made her way there, wanting to find out if she really was as charming as she had been told.

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Saber had been sitting at a table on her own for a while, at least, nursing a soda in her hands. Considering how things went down the last time she had alcohol, she wasn't too keen on repeating the experience.

Servants did not get drunk, but that knowledge did not assuage her concerns, so she opted for a harmless soft drink.

Unlike what the clerk had said, no one had tried to approach her yet. However, she had caught more than one man looking in her direction, only to look away when their eyes met.

Apparently, she wasn't as attractive as she had been told.

Still, she waited, sipping at her drink. The evening quickly turned into night and still no one tried to strike up a conversation with her.

'I am wasting my time here,' she decided, putting down the money to pay for her drinks and making her way towards the exit. She immediately noticed when a man followed after her. Another woman would have been afraid, but there were very few people in the world capable of doing her harm and none of them had been in that pub.

She had only made a few meters away from the pub that he called after her.

"Hey. Hey, lady. Hold up."

His speech was slightly slurred and when he got close enough for her to smell his breath, she had further confirmation of his heavy drinking.

He was a middle aged man, neither handsome nor ugly and just a little overweight. Judging from the creases, he had been clearly wearing that business suit since the morning.

Saber had the faint impression of having seen him before.

"Can I help you?" she asked, trying to figure out where she had seen him before.

"Yeah, no, I think that I can do something for you instead," he said with a leering grin. "I know you've got an itch to scratch."

"Excuse me? I don't know what you're talking abo-"

And then she realized where she had met him. He was one of the people at the XXX Lounge earlier.

"I'm pretty sure you do," he said, seeing the recognition flash through her eyes and the spots of red forming on her pale cheeks. "So, how about we scratch one another?"

Saber was about to shoot him down but...

'Isn't this exactly what I came looking for?'

She didn't like this man's attitude, but what did it matter? Just earlier she had signed to have sex with multiple men through a wall, and that hadn't happened just because it wasn't possible on a short notice. So why hesitate now? She did, in fact, have an itch to scratch.

"... very well. Do you have a place nearby?"

She didn't want to take him to the apartment she shared with Rin and Shirou. She would protect the sanctity of that place, at least.

"There's a quiet spot just around the corner. It's not fancy but it's secluded."

"Lead the way," she agreed, trying to calm down her racing heart. Shame, dread and excitement made for an explosive cocktail in her chest.

They walked away together side by side. Her steps were elegant and firm, his were slightly wobbly and uncertain. Ironically, their state of mind was exactly the opposite. Whether it was because of the alcohol in his blood or because he was familiar with such circumstances he didn't seem to have the slightest hesitation.

He demonstrated as much by roughly groping her ass. Saber's spine tensed at the unexpected touch and she went very close to bodily tossing him across the street. She held back for two reasons.

The rational one, was that they were about to become even more intimate pretty soon.

The less rational one was that his rough, possessive touch sent sparks of pure heat through her buttock and up her spine. She slowly relaxed, and they continued their journey.

Her meek acceptance spurred him further and he squeezed her a little bit tighter. Not moaning was all that Saber could do in that moment.

She had been aroused since hours before, but this sensitivity on her part was new.

'Or is it? When did anyone ever touch me this way when I wasn't already having sex?'

Never, that was when. No one ever dared. They would have found themselves missing a limb or two, and that if she decided to be clement.

However, now that she allowed it to happen, it was a completely new experience. Even through the material of her trousers, she could feel each finger in great detail. The way they sank into the firm flesh made her feel like they belonged upon her toned ass.

It took more willpower than she would have been comfortable to admit just to keep herself upright and not lean into his touch.

It took a couple of minutes to get to their destination but it felt like an eternity to the King of Knights. The liquid fire into her belly had found new fuel to burn and she felt it trickle between her legs.

She was so aroused that she didn't notice that he had taken her into a dead-end street between two buildings, where the streetlights didn't reach.

"Where…?" she asked.

"This is hidden enough, isn't it?", he said.

"It's a dumpster," she objected.

"And nobody is going to bother us here," he insisted.

That didn't really sit well with Saber, but whatever she had wanted to say died on her lips when the man unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to the floor, underwear and all.

It was neither small nor big, but her gaze was drawn to his manhood like a moth to the flame. Her mouth became as dry as her pussy was wet.

"I don't… I don't think this is…" she tried to say.

"Yeah, be a good girl and dont think."

He grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the wall, back turned to him. Saber didn't find into herself the will to resist him. She couldn't find any reason to protest, at least no one greater than the fire between her legs.

'As I thought I really am…'

He wasn't aware of her thoughts and simply reached around to unbuckle her trousers, which he then peeled off her perfect ass down to her thighs.

"Whoa. Holy shit there's a lake down here. How long have you been going without cock?"

'Far too long,' was Saber's silent answer. Even though it hadn't been forty-eight hours yet, it felt like a lifetime ago. She realized that the burning emptiness between her legs left completely only when there was a cock filling her up.

"I… I..." she stuttered, not knowing what to say. Denying the obvious was as pointless as admitting it was shameful

"Don't worry. I'll take care of this problem right away," he said, pushing two fingers against the wet spot on her panties.

"Hnnn!" Saber moaned. The stimulation was welcome but insufficient. If fingers could do it for her, she would have never found herself in such predicament in the first place.

'I want your cock. I need it inside me,' she thought.

"Weeell, aren't you the honest type?" he laughed, revealing that she had said those words out loud. The shame she felt didn't get anywhere near matching her arousal."I knew you were a slut the moment I saw you in that shop."

"... yes," Saber agreed. "Yes, I am a slut."

Those words rolled out of her mouth with an ease that surprised even her. The fact that he was a stranger who didn't even know her name made it all much simpler. There wasn't anything tying her to this man, no expectation beyond that of wanting to fuck each other. No lies or deception required. Just a mutual need of which they could find fulfillment in each other.

Only by acting in alignment with one's purpose there could ever be prosperity and peace, just as birds flew and fishes swam. The reverse could never be possible and would only lead to assured destruction.

It was only right then, that a slut wanted to fuck. In fact, it could very well said that it was their duty to take as many cocks as possible.

It was on that thought that Saber hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down, revealing the entrance to her innermost place and spread her buttock to grant a better view. The inviting folds of her pussy were glistening with her pent up arousal even in the darkness of the dead end street.

It was a sight that hardly any man could hope to resist, especially when it came from an existance that surpassed human beings in sheer charisma. Some drunk, middle aged bloke with too much alcohol in his blood had no chance at all.

Not that he would have wanted to resist in the first place.

There never was a clearer invitation than that so the nameless man wasted no time or breath to say anything, He just lined his cock to her pussy and slid it into her effortlessly, despite how tight it was, until it was sheathed completely into her.

"!!" Saber grit her teeth to prevent a moan loud enough to attract attention from the main road to escape her throat. The same slender throat around which he put his hand, squeezing enough to have a hold, but not so much to strangle her.

This virile and possessive gesture sent Saber's already sky-high arousal into overdrive.

'Is this how a man is supposed to treat a woman?' she asked herself through the fogs of her lust. If she'd listened to her body, the answer would be yes.

However, she had become used to being filled by much more endowed men, and though she enjoyed feeling his prick slid in and out of her, it didn't really hit the spots it should have.

There was no trace of the pressure against her inner walls and womb. That stretching feeling that made her mind melt outright. She felt the orgams approach up to a point, but then it refused to go any further.

On the other hand she could feel her partner about to reach his limit and she was getting ready for disappointment when his other hand descended against her defenseless ass, giving it a loud smack.

"HnNNn!?" Saber squealed in surprise.

Just as before, when he groped her ass, a spear of pleasure shot through her unprepared brain, making her quench her pusssy even harder than it already was. The additional friction was just enough for the both of them to reach their apex.

"Ohhh!" she moaned out in orgasmic bliss.

The stranger grunted and buried his cock inside her as deep as its length permitted, shooting his semen right into her. Saber's mind blanked from the heat of the seed inside her and the Mana that flowed through her from the exchange of fluids.

'This… this is great. I didn't know… I didn't know that being a slut was so good. Something like this can't possibly be wrong.'

Even though she was the King of Knights, the Once and Future King, had been fucked by a stranger in a dirty alley and her mind couldn't find any reason why she should hate it.

They remained there for a minute, panting from the combined exertion and pleasure, until he pulled his softening cock out of her. His cum dripped out of her pussy, staining her panties.

"Wew. That was nice," he said once he caught his breath, running a hand through his hair. "Oh, bloody hell. Look at how late it is. My wife is going to give me an earful when I get back home. Sorry sugar but I got to go."

That statement pulled Saber out of her post orgasmic haze faster than lightning through a stormy night.

"You… you are married?" she asked, horrified.

"Sadly yes. Why? Don't tell me a minx like you doesn't have a steady boyfriend as well?"

It was only then that she recalled Shirou and Rin. Not once since this man had put a hand on her did she spared a thought about them.

"Yes," she admitted, feeling the cold blade of guilt stab at her chest.

"See? Nothing to worry about then. We'll just keep this a secret between us, eh? If we ever meet again in the company of our partners, we'll just pretend we don't know each other," he said as he pulled up his pants.

That went without saying. No matter what happened, Rin and Shirou could never know about this.

"That's… that's probably for the best," she agreed, pulling up her own clothes too. The semen that had stained her panties was still warm against her pussy, and Saber felt ashamed about how good it felt.

"And maybe we'll get to do an encore if we meet again. I'll usually visit that pub a couple of times a week. Drop by if you want another good time."

Saber didn't really bother replying to his offer. She was more inclined to forget the entire experience than repeating it, now that she was more lucid.

They walked out of the alley and went their separate ways, one whistling cheerfully and the other in downcast silence. After everything that happened, they still didn't exchange names. He clearly didn't care about knowing hers and Saber was afraid that knowing his would torment even further.

She returned home with her head full of thoughts and her pussy full of his cum. The heat radiating from it felt oddly comforting and in an ironic twist, extremely damning.

Through the course of the day, she had found more questions than she did answers. She still didn't know how to reconcile the awareness that being a slut wasn't necessarily bad in and of itself, with the fact that she was cheating on her rightful lovers.

She couldn't stop even if she wanted until she had a steady supply of Mana again, but the worst thing was that she did not want to stop even if she could. Demeaning sex and chaste love, two things she didn't want to give up, but that couldn't exist together.

The irreconcilable paradigm haunted her until she arrived home, took a shower and retired for the night. Only hiding in complete darkness, curling around the warmth threads of the semen still inside her, gave her enough peace of mind to fall asleep. However shortly after doing so, a pulsating, purple glow originating from between her legs started to fill the room.

Saber's sleep was peaceful, but unfortunately for her not devoid of dreams.

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