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Chapter 11: Homecoming

Shirou Emiya took a careful breath as he sat on the orange grassy plain, legs crossed as he let himself just feel his essence as it flowed around him.

All around him was a World that only existed in his Self.

A field of amber grass, extending as far as the eye could see, with a hill rising up from the middle. On that hill was a Sheath of Fae heritage whose light strangely shown dimmer than normal, perhaps mimicking the night sky outside his soul. The sky above showed a clear midnight blue, creating a lovely and colorful contrast between the land and sky.

A small ways away from where Shirou sat was a man his age, wearing golden Japanese armor with a domineering demeanor.

Far away from both Shirou and the Japanese warrior was another man wearing a black blacksmith's garb and a woman in a white dress, both watching as they held each other's hands, a curved sword on each of their hips.

There was also a slender, teenage girl with azure blue hair, midnight blue eyes, snow skin complexion and a curvaceous figure, idly humming as she laid about, uncaring of the small, silver-haired child who constantly flickered in and out of existence around her. While the woman had a blue katana on her hips, the child had numerous daggers attached to ropes on his midsection.

Behind the blue-haired woman was a white-haired young man in a thick white parka, sleeping as a white ninjato rested between his legs.

And far away from the three but right next to Avalon, a teenage Kiritsugu Emiya, dressed in a black suit and trench coat, stayed comatose just as he always had from the creation of {Kiritsugu II}.

But what truly made this world unique was the sheer amount of weapons.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, lances… Weapons of every size, shape and form from every era and region of Human History, for as far as the eye could see. Each was stabbed into the ground, as if as a marker.

This was the Inner World of Shirou Emiya, a veritable Universe of Endless Blades.

Shirou breathed in once more, taking in the 'scent' of his own magical power as it flowed throughout the World and did his best to focus.

It was after some experimenting that he had even met these people at all in his World, and then discovered that they were living representations of the weapons in {Unlimited Blade Works}.

Shunshin - The Void Leap Blade. Shirou had created these series of knives after the kidnapping of his little sister, born from a desire to transcend space in order instantly be at the side of the one connected to it.

Kaizan - Sea Rending Blade. Shirou had created the deep blue katana the first time Miyu had laid wonder filled eyes on the sea, causing it to be born from the desire to ensure her safety when Miyu would eventually try to venture across it, for what could better ensure his sister's safety on the sea than a sword that commanded it? He still planned to pass it to her as soon as Miyu was at least skilled enough to wield it.

Yukito - Snow Dragon Blade. The snow white ninjato was first of the two swords created solely for his deeds as Argonaut, born from the desire to save lives and defeat criminals with as little harm as possible. Plus, ice was easily one of the most versatile elements in existence.

Kienai Shinkou - Sword of Inextinguishable Faith. The golden katana was the second sword created solely for Argonaut. However, this had been created when he had been forced into extremes by a serial killer who had been sighted near Fuyuki. Blinded by his rage and disgust against "the one who took lives for no good reason", Shirou had created the most powerful blade in his arsenal. A blade of the Sun which reduced all of creation to ashes with extreme prejudice. Unfortunately, this sword had also displayed an alarming amount of stubbornness, easily comparable to it's Creator.

Kanshou and Bakuya - The Married Gunblades. Despite their modifications, they were still two Spirits whose love was strong enough that their blades always found their way back to each other. They were also two of the only ones he still couldn't hear properly. As they were the only of the future Shirou Alter's weapons to gain human bodies within {Unlimited Blade Works}, it showed just how favored his future alter had preferred their weapons above others.

Finally, Kiritsugu Nidaime - The Second Weapon which Cuts and Connects. This sword was actually requested by Kiritsugu Emiya himself to be created from the remainder of his ribs upon his death. Not only did this result in a katana that possessed the same abilities as the Magus Killer's Origin Rounds, especially with {Unlimited Blade Works} removing the weakness of it's limited numbers, it was also still saturated with the curse that had killed Kiritsugu in the first place. Combined together, Kiritsugu Nidaime's very existence would slap Shirou with a Sealing Designation faster than he could sneeze if it is ever discovered by an Enforcer or noble of the Clocktower or used carelessly.

Not that he wished to, even if considering the sword's personality and his own. Shirou suspected that if it wasn't for Kiritsugu's lingering affection, the cursed blade might have attacked him on principle several times as it seemed to have also retained his father's ruthless nature. It was practically luck Taiga Fujimura hadn't even noticed it's malevolence in the brief instance that Shirou had lent it to her.

"So..." Shirou tapped his foot. "Kienai Shinkou..."

"I will admit... that threatening to exterminate the whole city was too much." Kienai Shinkou grudgingly admitted, which was far more than he'd expected from his most prideful sword. "However, Rokuro Okajima is like a lava vein beneath a stagnant lake. I had to dig deep down to provoke some heat out of him. And you can't say Roanapur didn't survive because of that."

Shirou had to relent to that. "True..."

"Which is why I am requesting to stay with him."

Shirou blinked in surprise. "Eh?"

Kienai Shinkou stared back resolutely. "Even if we have accomplished our goals, Rokuro still remains a vampire. And I say 'vampire' because he clearly doesn't fit the standard definition of a Dead Apostle. Rokuro will need me to properly defend himself from any magical threat he encounters, especially as I am well aware that you won't be killing him just for his change in species."

"True again..." Shirou thought it over a bit before relenting. "Fine. I'll miss you, Kienai Shinkou."

"I as well, Creator." Kienai Shinkou bowed in respect. "Now wake up. The Sun has risen."

'I'll have to check on what caused me to transform later when I'm in a safer environment.' Shirou's eyes snapped open as he awoke to an unfamiliar ceiling. 'Now then... Who was that woman who knocked me out...?'

Shirou did a quick scan of his surroundings, noting that he was in a shabby hotel room. The running of water along with a girl's humming meant that he wasn't alone. A quick sniff allowed him to deduce that only Caren's magical scent perused the air along with his. No enemies due to a lack of malice as well.

He tried to lean up only to find a small weight on his right arm. Shirou looked to his right to see Laeticia asleep while hugging his right forearm. 'Right. It's actually hard to sense powerless civilians.'

"Laeticia?" Shirou tried to shake her off to no avail. Why was he shirtless? Where were his clothes?

"I've put her under a simple sleeping spell so stop bothering to wake her." Caren Hortensia spoke as she approached, smiling as Shirou's eyes snapped to her dripping, towel-clad body. "Down, boy."

Shirou averted his eyes with a furious blush. "What happened when I fell unconscious?"

Caren shrugged as she crawled onto the bed and got to Shirou's other side, uncaring as her towel loosened a bit. "While we concentrated on Leraje, Rock and the other residents of Roanapur focused on the ghouls, with Rock himself finishing off Verrocchio himself. Roanapur's infestation has been fixed."

"Oh? That's great!" Shirou sighed in relief before stiffening. "Wait. How did the others take Rock's... change of species?"

"Actually pretty well. Most of them at least." Caren made a so-so gesture. "From my personal investigation, I've learnt that the people of this city judge each other primarily on three characteristics: power, merit and personality. In terms of power, Rock has become the strongest entity in the whole city. It won't be long before everyone knows that the giant pillar of flames that killed Verrocchio and his ghouls while sparing everyone else was his. In terms of merit, Rock is, or rather was, a nobody. Simply a newbie of the Lagoon Delivery Company. Nothing good, nothing bad. In terms of personality, Rock was the nicest guy in the whole city. If anyone has a reason to hate Rock, it's more likely to be because of who he's associated with, not what he actually does."

"Huh." Shirou mused. This... was actually better than he could have hoped. He didn't know how Okajima had gained and kept such a good reputation in this kind of place but it was working well for him at the moment. Until her next words.

"It's the Bosses that are the problem."

"Eh? Do you mean that Balalaika lady?"

"Not just her." Caren clarified. "If things had gone on normally, Okajima would have definitely been taken away."

"'Would have'? Never mind. I have to go prevent that." Shirou made to get off the bed but was held back.

"This also ties to another thing I had to do." Caren released him and turned, not wanting to look him in the eye. "The woman who knocked you out and finished off Leraje."

Shirou started forward and grabbed Caren by her shoulders. "Right! Who was she?! I mean-"

He released her shoulders to regain his composure. "I don't really mind who killed Leraje as long as he was stopped, but who was she anyways?"

"She is Seras Victoria. A Dead Apostle under Alucard." Caren answered. "She's actually one of the most tolerated and untouchable Dead Apostles in the world. So much that the Church won't even consider doing anything to her, especially as she has never done anything to us either. She's flat out benevolent compared to her peers, even."

"The Church is far more proactive against vampires than we magi are. What part of her terrifies you guys?"

"It's not that Victoria isn't terrifying on her own. The real problem is her Master." Caren shivered a bit, causing a worried Shirou to gently put a hand on her shoulder. Surprisingly, Caren willingly leaned into it. "From the rumors I heard about Him, He was looking for someone to kill Him. He was captured by the Church at least 23 times. And was sentenced to death 70 times. When the Church tried Blessed Swords to decapitate him, their blades wore down as He kept regenerating. When the Church tried verses from the Bible, the priests reading them went mad themselves whenever His physical form unraveled. When the Church tried sunlight exposure, He stripped Himself naked and yodeled from the roof of the highest building in the area. When the Church tried to burn Him at the stake, He kept singing "I Burn" over and over again until the flames died out. When the Church tried to starve him, He simply laughed and produced proof of him surviving over a century without the slightest stimuli. Consequently, by His lonesome, He annihilated 12 of the world's strongest Executioners as an expression of His Almighty disappointment. That means that no one could kill Him. Not even Himself."

By the time Caren's exposition finished, Shirou's eyes were widened in muted terror. Then he choked at her next words.

"The... thing that I just described... was here in Roanapur last night."

The Bloodsucker. The Monster Whose Powers Radiate With A Darkness That Cast A Shadow On Over Darkness Itself. The King of Vampires. Girlycard. The Fuckmothering Vampire. The Crimson Fuckr.

First Dead Apostle Ancestor: Alucard.

Caren gulped as she stood between Him and the unconscious Shirou and Laeticia. The Vampire Himself had Rock tucked over His shoulder.

"Christ! Calm your tits, bandage babe. I'm not here to hurt anyone." Alucard raised his free hand in mocking supplication. "This time."

At her growl, Alucard laughed before tossing a pendant at Caren who reflexively caught it. "Go use that on the Bounded Field before it completely collapses. It'll send out a hypnosis wave that'll not only make everyone forget about all this, it'll also plant a suggestion that no one reports Salary boy's vampire abilities."

'Reports'? At least two of the Bosses saw Mr Okajima themselves...' Caren frowned. "Why are you helping Okajima?"

"How cruel of you, bandage bade!" Alucard placed a palm over His chest in false distress. "Can't you just believe that I am doing this out of the goodness of my long dead heart?"

Caren silently stared.

"Aw, you're no fun." Alucard scoffed in disappointment. "Simply put, I want to see what Salary boy here does with his immortality and If he proves worthy of it."

Caren furrowed her eyebrows. "What happens if he proves worthy?"

Alucard's grin could've melted through steel like acid. "New potential candidate for the Ancestors! The only cool guy up there's just Kaleidoscope. Everyone else sucks balls! Literally! Sometimes that bratty Altrouge bitch acts all high and mighty even when I'm shoving my shaft down her throat!"

Ignoring that bit about the Ninth Dead Apostle Ancestor, Caren's eyes widened in shock. As he was now, Rock had no experience but quite a bit of raw power. "And if he doesn't?"

Alucard's smile somehow grew sharper. "I am a full advocate of cannibalism! Now if you'll excuse me, there's a new season of Adventure Time out!"

"And with that, he disappeared." Caren finished. "After confirming that the twins had received Rock and were taking him to Revy at his boat, I did as he said. So with Laeticia rescued and the vampire incident over with, I propose that we spend the day recovering before separating tomorrow."

"No. There are still some things to deal with here-"

"Shirou, if you're worried about the mess Verrocchio caused, don't be." Caren warned. "That's Roanapur's problem. As for Alucard, don't tempt Him. He may not attack humans indiscriminately much, but the few times he does... lets just say that Roanapur would be completely devoured in a minute, even with us here."

"Dammit..." Shirou sighed before leaning back. "Fine. If Alucard actually helped out and isn't currently causing any chaos, I guess there's no need to go start any problems by chasing after him."

Caren hummed as she observed Shirou slowly fall back to sleep. With a small reminder of what she had seen in his mind earlier, she giggled and left.

A while later by noon, Shirou woke up again. A quick glance revealed that Laeticia was gone. At the bedside was were two notes.

"I've gone to go meet the twins one last time and say my goodbyes. Caren told me that a zombie apocalypse nearly happened last night and I slept through it all. With everyone focused on recovering and that... monster gone, it's most likely safe for me to go outside for a brief period."

Shirou mulled it over before nodding in acceptance. He then reached for the second one, which was from Caren.

"I'm watching over her till she reaches the twins."

It didn't say more but it also didn't need to.

Shirou sighed as he dropped the notes and flopped backwards onto the bed.

The door opened, and Shirou turned to see Caren slip inside. "Shirou..."

"Hm? Caren? You need something?" He asked after a quick yawn. It was evening now and his body only felt half rested from all he had done yesterday.

"Shirou. Can we talk?" Caren asked.

"Sure." Shirou agreed, his eyes not leaving Caren even as she sat down beside him. Something was different about her at the moment. She was wrapped up in a white bathrobe, something odd considering that she had no problems showing off her dripping towel-clad body to him earlier.

Her robe was open slightly, baring her creamy cleavage for him to see, and the robe itself was cut rather short, exposing her long slender legs as she rested on the side of the bed. These kinds of things, Shirou wouldn't normally blink at, but recently... His Alter had done quite a thorough job of influencing his desires. Not to mention, there was still that promise.

By the time Shirou realized what he was doing, he'd already been staring for quite a while. With a furious blush, he didn't hurriedly avert his gaze. He simply looked up to meet Caren's eyes.

She wore a mischievous smirk, looking quite pleased with his reaction, and leaned closer to him. "You know I've been thinking about what we should do next, Shirou... Before we separate..."

"...Yeah?" Shirou said, slightly distracted. Caren was pushing into his side now, her soft breasts molding around his arm. Her voice was silky smooth in his ear, making his head fuzzy.

Caren hummed, and traced a hand down his chest, "I've got a few ideas that I think would be fun."

Shirou shivered at the contact, with an odd but very familiar feeling in his chest as she trailed lower.

Caren smiled widely as her hand brushed the large bulge in Shirou's pants. He sucked in air as she ran her fingers lightly across it.

"You know..." She whispered in his ear. "When our... minds touched each other, I couldn't help but notice your rising lust for me."

'Shit.' Shirou froze. "Eh?"

She started to feel him properly, her hand stroking him through the thin material of his shorts. "To think that you were just... conflicted. I know you weren't lying when you told me that you wouldn't need to be compensated for helping me save Laeticia."

"N-no… hey… g-give me… a second here…!" Shirou protested even as he felt powerless before the incredibly forward girl. Right now, his moral and hormonal sides were arguing over his next course of action. It started civil, but quickly resorted to name calling and harassment. Then it came to blows though; personifications of his moral and primal sides cutting apart parts of his brain to cut down the other in a never-ending conquest of what they believed was right.

Then, Shirou decided that relying on delusions of his own overheated mind was likely a bad idea, especially if it woke up his Alter and got him to join in.

"C-Can we slow down here!?" He called out. "I feel like I've seriously missed something here! And… and…"

Shirou was quiet even as Caren sank off the bed, kneeling between his legs. She looked up at him, her position giving him a clear view down her robe. As he stared into her valley of cleavage, she continued. "Slow down?"

Caren ran her hands up his legs, her delicate fingers reaching for the waistband of his shorts. She sent him another smile, and jerked it down, "Why in God's Name would I ever do that?"

Shirou's shorts fell, and the large erection he was sporting sprang free. It stood tall and proud, throbbing menacingly in the open air.

Caren licked her lips, a sultry grin on her face as she got her first look at Shirou's large cock. "Mmmm... How long was it going to be before you forced yourself on any lady who happened to be near you at the time~?"

Shirou forced his gaze away. 'Well, that stuff with Sakura did happen... If Miyu hadn't called out at the moment...'

He obliviously ignored the fact that not only did Sakura initiate that time, she would have happily let him if he 'forced' himself on her.

"Caren..." Shirou could only groan as she wrapped her soft hands around his member.

"It's alright, Shirou." Caren said soothingly. "I'll take care of all that lust now."

She started stroking him, ever so pleased as she was forced to use both hands to do it. She was going to have a lot of fun with this.

"Caren..." Shirou's voice caught her attention again, amusing her as he seemed embarrassed to even get the words out. "Are you going to use your mouth?"

Caren was taken by surprise, and stopped her hands for a moment. Then she sped up her pace, stroking him even faster with a teasing look in her eyes. "Hmm? Where'd you get an idea like that, Shirou? You didn't strike me as the type to actively pursue topics like that."

"Shinji talks about it a lot..."

'Who's that?' She wasn't pleased to find that someone else had sunk his claws into poor naïve Shirou before Caren did, but she could make it work in her favor. In fact, she would make sure to do better.

Inside the equipment shed at School, Shinji Matou startled suddenly, as if sensing somebody talking shit about him. "What the?"

The volleyball club member who was currently getting deepthroated by him, weakly coughed as his hips pulled away.

'I feel a strange surge of annoyance... and pride in someone I know?' Shinji looked about a bit in confusion before shrugging and turning the girl around and bending her over a table. With swift movements, he pushed her soaked panties and buruma aside and thrusted into her sharply, muffling her groans with his hand as he fucked her relentlessly.

"Well, Shirou." She continued with long, teasing strokes to his cock. "What do you want me to do? You're Majin-sama after all, I'll do whatever you want. Just say the word."

"M-Majin-sama?" Shirou balked at the term, even though his cock didn't flag in the slightest. "Do you understand the meaning of that term?!"

"I am half Japanese, so of course I know." Caren tilted her head without slowing down her movements in the slightest. "Whenever I feel that heat within you, it felt Demonic in nature. However, both Leraje and Alucard referred to you as a Divine Spirit's descendant. Henceforth, your name. It's composed of 'ma' for 'demon' and 'jin' for 'god'."

'What kind of logic did a nun/Exorcist like you use to process that?!' Shirou's jaw fell at her weird logic but before he could voice a complaint, Caren placed her left hand on his knee while her right continued stroking the base of his thick shaft. She leaned in and placed a kiss on the underside of his cockhead.

"Do you want me to use my mouth? Do you want to feel my tongue?" She followed her words with a long lick up his shaft, swirling it around as she reached the tip. "Choose freely, Majin-sama."

Shirou shook at her ministrations, his frustration and arousal growing too much for him to be focused on the nickname.

"Or... would you rather me savor it a bit?" Caren engulfed the bulbous head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Her hand busy stroking everything that wasn't in her mouth yet.

Shirou groaned as pleasure flooded his brain, and his hand instinctively rested on Caren's head, stroking her hair as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

Caren internally grinned as she licked, sucked, and teased his dick. He was so big, too big for her to take in all at once, but that was fine. She had plenty of time to practice.

So she teased him, keeping her lips and tongue concentrated on his cockhead... but not going any further.

Minutes ticked by as Shirou basked in the pleasure. He slowly got into the groove of it, his hand slowly turning from resting on Caren's head, to gripping her hair gently, and guiding her along as she worked.

"Go faster, Caren." He ordered, no longer caring about her title for him.

"And take it deeper." His hand on her head, pushed her forward telling her exactly what he wanted.

She complied, speeding up her motions, and taking him as deep as she could. His head pushed against the back of her throat, almost making her choke, but she resisted the urge and did her best to please him.

She slid up and down his shaft, her lips sealed around his prick tightly, and her tongue searching for his sweet spots. Naturally, she kept her eyes locked on his face, keeping a close watch on what worked. For all her bravado, she wasn't actually that experienced in wanting to actually please her partner. She was more used to her partners taking control through it all.

Yet she had to put on a strong act, if she truly wanted the virginal Shirou to know her appreciation and put his stubborn personality to use by taking control as well.

And take control he did. As she built him up, any resistance he had eroded away and he now held a tighter grip on her hair. Soon enough, he was forcing her up and down his cock and bucking his hips up into her face.

"Sorry, Caren..!" He gasped. "But I can't hold back anymore!"

Her hands reached for his knees for support, as she desperately held on for the ride. Even as he got more violent, his hips desperately thrusting into her mouth, she didn't let herself choke or gag, not wanting to ruin the moment. It was exactly what she had been after.

In a mere moment, Caren's light, teasing blowjob transformed into a heavy face fuck.

And Caren couldn't be any more pleased. Even as her spit slipped down her chin, splattering her exposed cleavage. Even as her bathrobe rubbed against the bed, nearly being pulled off her body. Even as tears built in her eyes from the rough treatment... She was pleased.

Shirou's hands gripped her hair tightly as his orgasm built, but the slight pain didn't bother her at all. Instead, she felt the rush of victory as he forced her all the way down on his cock. Her throat gave, and she finally managed to take him all the way to the base. He held her there, her lips kissing his crotch, as he came.

Caren instinctively swallowed as cum blasted down her throat, but with his cock lodged down it, she didn't have much choice. He came and came, all that built up lust finally having a proper outlet. And Caren was pleased to be the first one receiving. When he finally finished, his hands went slack, and he fell back on the bed.

Caren swallowed the last blast of cum in her mouth, and released his cock with a pop. She stood up, lightly stroking at Shirou's still-hard prick. "That felt good, didn't it, Majin-sama?"

"Yeah..." He mumbled dazedly, his mind foggy from the experience. "No wonder Shinji and my Alter are so interested in it..."

She smiled that same teasing smile, "Still, you should warn a girl before you force her down like that next time, Majin-sama. If you push too hard, they'll choke and that won't be fun for anyone."

His eyes shot open, worried. "Sorry! Did I hurt you? Your hair's all messed up."

'He really does care about little things like that.' Caren smiled and shook her head, one hand reaching up to straighten her hair. "Oh? Well, aren't you caring?"

Shirou frowned at Caren. "You're teasing me, even now?"

"If I don't do it now," Caren sent him a sexy, sensual grin. "when else would I try?"

She reached for the knot keeping her bathrobe closed, and untied it. A moment later, it fell to the floor.

And so did Shirou's jaw.

Shirou might have had some 'lucky encounters' like Shinji described them. There were also those instances with Fuji-nee and Sakura. But he had never seen a naked woman before.

But now... seeing Caren before him, with nothing to hide her stunning curves, Shirou was speechless, then it became a different type of speechless when he noticed the bandages on her arms and thighs.

Unaware of his gaze, Caren took his distracted state as a chance to climb on the bed over him. She gently pushed his chest down, and crawled on top of him.

She sat up on her knees, resting her thick, juicy ass on his thighs. His hard cock was still throbbing impatiently before her, so she took it in her hand and pushed her hips forward. With her assertiveness and lust driving her, Shirou got a clear feel of what was imminent when her pussy touched his cock.

Shirou hissed in pleasure as his cock touched her soaking wet cunt for the first time, feeling how hot she was. She rocked her hips gently, her dripping folds rubbing up and down his staff and driving him insane.

"Can you feel that, Majin-sama? How wet I am?" Caren teased, moaning softly as she rubbed herself against him.

Shirou growled, his hands automatically grabbing at Caren's hips as he tried to match her movements.

Caren moaned breathlessly, and raised her hips, lining his member up with her entrance.

Shirou didn't need prompting this time, and his hands gripped her hips and pulled her down.

Caren moaned out as Shirou finally claimed her, shuddering as the impact resounded through her body. It was like losing her virginity all over again, except this time, she was actively into it from the start.

Shirou's hands dug deep into her hips as he pulled her lower, impaling her further on his cock. She placed her hands on his chest to support herself, her legs already feeling weak from the pleasure. She felt like he was splitting her apart, yet at the same time fireworks were going off in her mind. Pleasure unlike anything she'd felt before shot through her body, and then he hit a dead end. Before he could even bottom out inside her, he hit her cervix. The entrance to her most sacred place.

Caren screamed out, nearly falling forward as her arms went weak. His cockhead bumped against her cervix, the deepest part of her, and she came. Her whole body trembled and shook, her already drenched pussy squirting juices against Shirou's groin. Her arms gave up, and she collapsed against Shirou's chest, her body wracked with shivers.

"Ca... Caren...?" The hot clenching tunnel of Caren's sex squeezed tightly around his cock. It shivered and constricted around him, amplifying his own pleasure. He'd never experienced anything like it and so he was confused, and worried when she went limp on top of him.

The moaning, slightly confused voice of Shirou reached her ears. Caren was breathing heavily, her mind befuddled. If it weren't for the breaths Shirou could feel against his neck, he'd be seriously concerned right now.

Instead, he was enraptured by the feeling of Caren's body on top of his. Her warmth, her softness. He could feel those delectable boobs flattened against his muscular chest, with her erect nipples feeling like burning points.

She was completely wrapped around him, and he was quickly growing addicted to the feeling. His hands wandered up her hips, grabbing at her unbelievably soft ass. He groped and squeezed at the flesh, playing with it as he started to rock his hips up into Caren.

Every move he made - every sensation he felt - it all sent pleasure shooting through his body.

Sex was amazing.

"Majin-sama~!" Caren moaned her title for him and his dick twitched inside of her.

Caren slowly pulled herself back together, feeling Shirou impatiently thrusting into her from below.

He squeezed her ass in his hands, already coming to love the sensation of her soft, curvy body. He moved his hips as best he could with her on top of him, and listened to her moan and pant in response.

"Caren..." He panted as he sped up his hips, his cock pistoning up into her pussy as much as he wanted.

Caren wasn't idle, not any longer, and rocked her hips back into him, slamming her wide, juicy ass against his thighs. The wet slapping sound of copulation filled the room, drowned out only by Caren's increasing moans of pleasure.

"Ah!" She gasped as Shirou found her sweet spot, and she urged him to hit it again. She stared into his eyes with a needy, loving expression, and her hand reached up to squeeze at her own bouncing tit.

Caren's self groping pushed Shirou on, his head spinning with lust. He raised his knees and planted his feet to get a better position, and really started to pound into her. He was beyond words now, even if he loved to hear Caren's.

Caren yelped as Shirou suddenly started to fuck her, causing her to once again lose her balance. She caught herself leaning over him, with her hands on either side of his head. Her sweaty tits bounced and jiggled with the force, their movements nearly hypnotic.

Shirou was locked onto those bouncing creamy orbs, his mind only imaging how they would feel. Then he stopped imagining.

Caren yelped as one strong hand grabbed her right boob, squeezing and molding in his hands. The other hand still gripped her ass tightly, holding her in place as he jack-hammered her needy pussy.

"Oh, Majin-sama~!" She moaned in pleasure. "P-Please, k-keep doing that~!"

He thrust into her powerfully, his cockhead knocking on the entrance to her womb. She was losing it. Every bump sent lighting up her spine, and stars to her eyes.

Shirou suddenly stopped, much to Caren's despair and leaned up to her ear. "Are you on birth control?"

"N... No." Caren panted, her words slurry.

"Damnit." Shirou swore under his breath. He resumed his movements, harder, faster, deeper.

"Damnit."

Caren gasped as he actually seemed to put more effort and power into fucking her.

"Damnit!"

As Shirou sped up, the noises he caused Caren to make disguised the sound of the apartment door being unlocked and opened.

"Damnit!"

Suddenly without warning, Shirou's rough pounding of her cervix gave results. The entrance to her womb yielded to him, letting him punch through to her womb.

Caren screamed out, an unbelievable pleasure rushing through her entire body. She came harder than she has in her entire life, squirting her orgasm against his lap.

"Caren..!" Shirou moaned her name beneath her. Her gushing pussy constricting tighter than he'd ever felt, and setting off his own orgasm.

It was utterly different from the few times he had masturbated before. It was like a star, which had been born within him from the start of Caren kissing his cock, had suddenly gone supernova, creating a huge single burst of immense energy as he erupted into her cervix.

Caren's eyes shot open as she felt that first splash of hot cum against her womb. An inexplicable feeling of pleasure and clarity filled her mind, and she leaned down to do the one thing she'd wanted most in the last twelve hours despite never having done it in her entire life.

She kissed him.

Shirou's eyes went wide, as he realized it was Caren's lips he was feeling. He froze up for a moment, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm and unsure of how to respond. Then he slowly tried to replicate Caren's movements.

She stayed glued to his body, her tits once again pressing against his muscular chest. Her cunt still greedily clenching on Shirou's prick so tightly that not a single drop of his seed leaked out.

They stayed there for a while, Shirou's hands wrapping around Caren's back to pull her closer. Simply relishing in the afterglow of their sex, in the warmth of her body against his, and the soft pleasure of Caren's lips against his.

They kissed and rocked against each other, both in absolute bliss together. Caren slipped her tongue out and licked at his lips. Shirou followed suit, and they started to make out, their sweaty bodies melded tightly together.

Eventually, Caren pulled back from the kiss and laid down at his side, smiling beautifully and licking her lips. "Mmm... You just went and ahead and came in me, Majin-sama... Did you enjoy the chance of impregnating me?"

"I'll take responsibility..." He muttered breathlessly.

Caren stared at him for a bit before softly laughing at his expression, and wiggled her thick rump against his lap, drawing attention to his still-stiff prick. "Did you really think I would have started this stuff so carelessly? It's a safe day, Majin-sama~ No babies for either of us~"

Shirou just stared at the sadistic nun, feeling his rising annoyance mix with the still present lust. Without wasting a single second on words, he pounced on her and thrusted his hips forth, growling in pleasure as he suddenly and quite roughly sheathed his entire cock inside her at once.

''Mn~!'' Caren's sharp, stiff moan was tinged with pain.

Shirou took some righteous delight in that, growling as he planted his hands on either side of Caren and started to thrust, his hips pulling back before slamming forth with force, smacking his pelvis against hers as he bottomed out. Her vaginal walls were slick and sticky with his cum as they clenched around his girth, the intense tightness coaxing a moan out of his throat, pleasure searing his shaft when she tightened up.

However his desire for payback wasn't content with just fucking Caren hard, his right hand darting down and grabbing her breast. He was no longer gentle with how he held it; squeezing her left tit so hard he was sure it'd leave bruises on her tit, his thumb roughly sliding over her nipple repeatedly.

Fondling her breast however wasn't enough, his lust and anger demanding more, prompting Shirou to shift his hand up and grab Caren by her neck.

''Gh-!'' Even as he gripped her throat, a wild grin remained on Caren's face. ''K-Kh... keheh...!''

Growling, Shirou slammed his hips forth harder, driving his sensitive shaft balls-deep into the nun, stuffing her pussy with every thrust. Her walls squeezed him tight, the smothering grip enticing him to fuck Caren rougher, as if trying to ram his cock into her until she wailed an apology.

No such wail would come from the grinning nun.

If anything she seemed to be getting off on him roughly fucking her, the red fingermarks on her left tit already forming.

Something that tempted him to squeeze her throat more, finding a strange, vengeful thrill in choking her out, watching as Caren rasped and coughed, her body buckling as he slammed his dick into her with wet slapping sounds.

His other hand went down to her other breast, roughly groping it as he pounded the nun into the sheets, growling as pleasure crept up in his cock again. As if sensing that, Caren wrapped her legs around his from his front, preventing Shirou from pulling out, and intentionally making him thrust into her faster.

''Fuck, hah...!'' Shirou cursed again, pressure rising up his cock until with a guttural growl, he slammed himself balls-deep into Caren, blowing his load once more.

Hot ropes of cum splattered inside Caren and with a hot moan of her own, she got another climax, her legs wrapping tighter around him and her nails digging into his forearms, shuddering powerfully as she orgasmed beneath him.

Shirou rasped angrily, still thrusting sluggishly and spurting more of his cum into her.

His hand loosened around Caren's neck, eliciting a rough cough from the nun as she could finally breathe freely again, her bruised breasts heaving with every labored breath. Still she grinned up at him, aroused... and gleeful.

There was something like a crack in Shirou's mind before he grabbed the nun and pulled her forward against the nearest wall, which happened to be the door. As Caren leaned against the door, Shirou was already behind her, his taller form pressing her against the door as neither noticed the heavy breaths on the other side.

"Trace on. Skeletal Reinforce. Muscular Reinforce."

Caren opened her mouth to speak only for Shirou to grab her waist and push his magical energy through her as well as he laid his palm over the back of her neck.

"Sensory Reinforce."

And then with a grunt, Shirou shoved himself back inside, pounding her with a vengeance.

''A-Ah~!'' Caren cried out, clutching onto the door frame as she was given the pounding of a lifetime, his cock stretching her out and hitting all of her sweet spots with each rough thrust. And with her Reinforced senses, everything was amplified by at least ten times.

The door rocked and clicked against the frame as he hit Caren from the back again, Shirou's bulk practically looming over Caren and pressing himself against her each time he bottomed out, soon pressing her into the door itself.

A moan tumbled out of the sadomasochistic nun as her breasts were squished against the wood, the pressure tight with Shirou pushing her there and leaving her slightly light-headed from the less than ideal amount of air.

Shirou was too busy to notice, grunting and groaning as her tight flesh clamped around his cock, feeling heat rapidly swell within his shaft. He lost himself in the sensation, her ass jiggling each time his pelvis hit it and her hips twitching and trembling in his grip, his hands the main thing stopping her from outright collapsing.

However his lust was too strong to be contained, tempting his hands running up her sides and eagerly grope her breasts again.

''A-Ah~!'' Caren's cry of pleasure was stuttered by the cock pounding into her, doing her raw.

Eagerly, Shirou toyed with her chest, his fingers sinking into her doughy flesh, his hips slamming forth with greater and greater vigor, fueling the heat that rapidly climbed up his cock until finally, Shirou felt the pleasure peak and buried his girth inside of her, blowing his load with a shout.

Her insides seized around his shaft at the same time, her wet heat pressing down upon his tingling cock and massaging his seed out, plentiful amounts of semen pumping into her womb with each throb of his cock; the lewd sensation pushing Caren over the edge again.

Unfortunately, the door had endured enough, it's hinges giving out to collapse. With a startled cry, they couple fell down along with the door. With the sudden motion shoving Shirou's cock a bit deeper, Caren finally crashed into unconsciousness, leaving Shirou to deal with the sudden sight of a crimson Laeticia sitting against the wall, one of her hands still beneath her soaked panties.

"I'm so sorry!" Shirou groveled before a sheepish Laeticia, deeply ashamed of how he had presented himself.

"I-It's fine, I mean it." Laeticia nervously placated, her face still crimson. "I mean, considering what I was doing, I really can't point fingers."

"I've never even had a proper conversation with you... And then I went and showed you that!" Shirou chastised himself. "What the hell came over me?!"

"Stop that." Laeticia replied firmly despite the blush on her face. "You didn't know I was there. Besides..."

Laeticia looked away from Shirou's face as her cheeks darkened further. "It's not like I tried to stop either of you. I even stayed and kept watching... and..."

Laeticia turned about, squealing into her hands as her face practically burned now.

"Well... If you say so..." Shirou finally sat up. "Still, I've got to get myself under control."

"If you say so, Majin-sama~"

Laeticia weakly chuckled as Shirou gained a visible vein which throbbed on his forehead before facing the unrepentant Caren.

She was lying down on one of the green sofas inside the room. Flat on her stomach, her B-cup breasts were pressed against the cushion, nearly bursting out of that tiny red dress she was wearing. Her legs lay flat behind her, giving a full view of her creamy, thick thighs tightly pressed together. The dress was sinfully short, and with her laying down like that, it didn't cover much of the massive curve of her ass at all.

Anyone who looked upon this woman would neither think nor believe that she was a genuinely devout worshiper of God.

"You're a temptress, aren't you?" Shirou growled down at her. "Also, stop calling me that."

"Yes. Yes, I am." Caren cheekily replied. "Also, I refuse."

Shirou sighed in frustration. "Fine. We're going to be leaving soon, right? I need to go see Okajima before that."

"I see..." Shirou sat across from Rock in the Lagoon Delivery Company Office. {Kienai Shinkou} laid between them serenely. Shirou noted that Rock, while a bit paler than before, still looked and acted human without the slightest lag in behavior. "You finalized your transformation and Hotel Moscow has laid claim to you as an associate. Damn it. I'm so sorry, Okajima-san..."

"It's fine, Fujimura-san." Oh, right. Shirou never got around to telling him his real surname after introducing himself as Taiga's brother. "I think I've accustomed to the whole ordeal now. As long as I can control my bloodlust, there's practically no disadvantage to this."

'Try and say that again after a century.'

Rock frowned a bit, before rushing out with some thoughts of his. "Fujimura-san. You and Hortensia-san... What are you guys, exactly?"

Shirou stayed silent at that question. This only prompted Rock to keep going.

"It's been bugging me right from last night. First, rather than question the rumors of a vampire present in the city, both of you instantly demanded to know the state of the bodies left behind, proving that both of you have already had similar experiences to the apocalypse that nearly went through last night..."

"Okajima-san..."

"Then there's your abilities. You're definitely not a vampire like me, but from what I saw, you're definitely something, considering your Superman-like heat vision and this sword!" Rock rapped his knuckles against the sheathed sword on the table.

"Okajima-san, please stop..."

Rock didn't stop, working himself to a fervor. "How many vampires are really out there?! How many of you are there really?! Is there some kind of organization you belong to-?!"

"Okajima-san. Enough."

A heavy pressure crashed upon Rock, forcing him face down to the table. It wasn't just him as everything brittle cracked in the house, from the ceramic cups, to the glass windows, to the walls themselves. It was just an instant, but when it let off, it felt like hours had passed.

Shirou sighed heavily after releasing his Killing Intent, idly noting it had grown strong enough to affect physical objects. "Listen to me very carefully, Okajima-san. I... am a magus. And all you need to know about us is that 75% of all magi in the world... would love nothing more than to strap you down and start dissecting. It's shocking and inhumane, I know, but out of the remaining 25%, only 1% of us will actually try to help you out. The remaining 24% would just kill you on the spot, and believe me when I tell you, those in the 24% still count as the 'good guys' amongst us."

Rock looked stricken from Shirou's words, but the latter wasn't done yet.

"I still need to warn you that Caren works with an organization that specializes in killing creatures like you. While she may be appreciative of you killing Verrocchio, her coworkers won't be so lenient if they discover your existence. For us magi, 1% will try to save you; 24% will kill you; 75% will make you their latest in their collection of lab rats. As for the Church, which Caren belongs to, 98% will kill you while the remaining 2% will try to recruit you if you become too strong and useful to kill. Do note that there are only a total of 2 vampires in the Church's employ and they are impossible to be killed by humans so if you are weak, it's a full 100% death from the Church. Again, they're the good guys even if rather fanatic."

"I... I didn't become this by choice..." Rock choked out.

"They won't care in the slightest. Caren herself would have killed you if not for the fact that you killed the one who had kidnapped her precious friend." Shirou brutally pointed out. "As for those twins, the fact that you want to adopt them is the only reason she hasn't killed them either, as she believes that their companionship would help retain your humanity as well as increase theirs. Which is why..."

Shirou leaned forward to push {Kienai Shinkou} closer to Rock. "...I'm giving this to you."

Before Rock tried to protest, Shirou cut him off. "Even without the threat of Enforcers and Executioners coming for your head, you still live in Roanapur of all places. So please, shut up and keep the sword. You're a father now, aren't you? Take it to protect them as well, so that Hansel and Gretel have no reasons to pick up their own weapons again."

With a blush from being acknowledged as a father and a shudder from the danger his new physiology brought him just for existing, Rock gained a resolute look in his eyes at the notion of protecting his freshly adopted twins and took {Kienai Shinkou} in his hands. "I will."

Shirou stood up and moved to shake Rock's hand. As he did so, he felt {Kienai Shinkou}'s presence in his Reality Marble fade away. "Goodbye, Okajima-san. Say hi to the twins for me."

"Goodbye, Fujimura-san." Rock shook back with a smile, unaware of the soft glow his weapon briefly took. "Thank you for visiting. I'll regale them with your message as soon as they're done torturing Revy at the clothing store. She wants them to wear something other than goth all the time."

As Shirou touched down in Japan and entered the airport, he was swiftly reminded of an existence he had wanted to forget.

[I miss them already!]

Shirou sighed silently. He did as well but his Alter was overreacting as usual.

[HUH?! Not only did we lose our virginity to that hot nun - By the way, future us was totally right. Sexy nuns are freaky and awesome! - we also left a lasting impression on that blonde! I honestly thought we might die virgins thanks to you.]

'Screw. You.'

[Nope. That's Caren's job and whoever's lucky to be next. Now, let's see how far we can go with Fuji-nee and Sakura! Maybe even some of our classmates, too!]

'Huh?!. Hold on a minute. I wanted ask about that transformation back in Roana-?!' Shirou's conversation stalled as he bumped into a woman. "Oh, I'm so sorry..."

"It's fine..." The woman stopped as she sighted him, her amber eyes going wide.

[Eh? This woman is-?!]

The maiden remembered everything.

What neither Caren nor Shirou knew was that she had remembered the events of the night despite her hypnotized state.

Laeticia remembered the battle. She remembered the splashback of magical seawater on her face from Shirou's attack. She remembered striking Caren into Leraje's reach. She remembered the monstrous form Shirou took to save them.

Shirou was not human. Even when he relaxed, his eyes never shone with life when he was alone. He honestly laughed along with others but never did anything for himself.

He never demanded a reward. Even if he hadn't remembered waking up in the middle of the night, he has still looked over Laeticia and Caren's bodies for injuries without prompt and never demanded a single bit of pay after fixing their bruises and broken bones then falling back into unconsciousness.

Laeticia didn't see Shirou as a human. Ever since Leraje had hypnotized her, it was as if some Veil had either been draped upon or lifted away from her sight.

It was a miracle that Laeticia could still look at him normally after a while of being freed from Leraje's control.

To look upon Shirou Emiya without the Veil was to risk her eyes bleeding from her head in melted terror, viscous and bloody, mixing with tears of horror also running down her cheeks.

She saw Swords, molded across his body like a horrible caricature of skin, sharp and deadly to all, including Shirou himself. She saw crimson Flames, barely suppressed beneath his skin of swords, crackling through his veins and threatening to incinerate the World if it got loose. And beneath it all was a near unnoticeable golden Light, which was weakened as if part of it had disappeared.

Despite her vision returning to normal later, Laeticia still didn't see Shirou as a human. But she also couldn't see him as a monster to be feared or hated.

It was why Laeticia wasn't surprised much when Caren had stated her intent to make love to Shirou. Laeticia was already aware of some (mundane) bits of Caren's sex life so it had been a bit surprising to see the normally condescending nun seriously tempt a man into having sex with her.

(KingVessel: To clarify, Laeticia believes that the most of Caren's sex life just consists of her male coworkers approaching and propositioning her, considering that nuns couldn't publicly go after the opposite sex after supposedly swearing celibacy.)

It was more surprising when Caren had offered her the chance to join in if she propositioned him again.

Despite his warped personality, Shirou still came to save her without wanting anything in return. He still looked at her with genuine kindness in his eyes. And after a week of harassment from human men who were monsters within, Shirou was a very welcome alternate.

So much that when she had sighted him over Caren, his hips feverishly thrusting into her core, Laeticia had imagined herself in Caren's place, with Shirou taking her as his.

"Laeticia."

Laeticia startled awake from her seat in the taxi. Caren had been escorting her directly home and she had just tapped her shoulder to wake her.

"We're just a couple of minutes away, now." Caren assured, raising an eyebrow at Laeticia's flushed face.

"...Caren. Do you see Shirou as a normal human being?" Laeticia hesitantly asked, causing the nun to seriously ponder the question.

"...no. He's neither a normal person nor a normal magus." Despite her answer, Caren had a smirk on her face. "He's a fledgling monster who believes that he's still human and I want him. And I want him to want me. I want to tease him again and again until either his embarrassment kills him or his frustration makes him force himself on me again. That's all."

"Oh..." Laeticia's face was definitely crimson at Caren's bold answer... and something else. "I see... I guess you already have an idea of what you want if you meet again."

"Oh?" Caren raised an eyebrow before leaning into Laeticia and kissing her neck, roughly grabbing one of the blonde girl's breasts and causing her to gasp sharply. "I wonder how we will treat Majin-sama together the next time we meet him. Care to give some ideas, Laeticia?"

"S...Stop it!" Laeticia shoved Caren off, her cheeks darkening as the perverted nun only kept chuckling.

"Onii-chan! You're back!"

Miyu Emiya dived right onto Shirou's body, taking advantage of her small body to fully hug him with all her limbs.

"SHIIIIRRROOOOOOOUUUUUUUU!" Taiga Fujimura slammed into him as well, taking advantage of his impressive physical strength to hug him from behind and hang off his shoulders.

"Senpai!" Sakura Matou approached as well, not tackle-hugging him (Not for lack of interest, mind you, but simply basking in his presence like a long missed Sun finally returning to the previously dim sky that was her life). "Welcome home. Did you find anything about your family?"

"Right. About that..." With his sisters still being carried by him, Shirou turned and opened the door to his home fully, revealing a nervous woman with long red hair the same shade as Shirou's and golden brown eyes with the same intensity as the Emiya siblings. "Listen, Miyu. This woman is... Kuroyuri Muramasa... Our biological paternal aunt."

Miyu's eyes widened. "Eh?"

Sakura's eyes widened. 'Eh?'

Taiga's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!"

KingVessel: Is 'Kuroyuri Muramasa' the real deal? Is she fake? Find out next time on this Fanfic. Please review. Also, MILF! Who knows this reference?

Shirou Alter: Thank fuck! I made it here!

KingVessel: Huh?

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