Saber felt like an idiot. What was she thinking, asking an unfaithful woman about her reasons for cheating on her spouse?
What kind of enlightenment did she think she could achieve by doing something so foolish? It was obvious from the beginning that they would not agree on this subject.
Indeed, Saber was fully expecting that she would not agree with a single one of Veronica's words.
Yet, even though that was exactly what happened, Saber was still troubled. What she sought was confirmation of her own beliefs, she expected Veronica to admit to her own selfishness or lie and deny it.
Neither things happened. Veronica staunchly defended her position.
As absurd as it was she truly believed that what she was doing was a good thing.
Saber might have not being able to understand people's motives, but that didn't mean she couldn't read their emotions. She would have been an even poorer excuse for a King if she couldn't tell when she was being lied to.
No, not a single word that had come out of Veronica's mouth had been deceitful.
That didn't mean she was also right, of course, but the fortitude of her convictions gave Saber's pause for more than one reason.
There was a sliver of logic in what Veronica said. At a very basic level, as far as one's own body goes, using the pain-pleasure dichotomy to determine behavior was not irrational.
However that was purely animalistic impulse. It was not an acceptable method for civilized society. Yet Veronica treated it as it was a matter of course, not something she liked to do (though she did) but something that was required of her. A duty.
To Veronica, her own pleasure was not the destination, but rather the journey itself.
That she was not completely, absolutely mistaken explained half of Saber's turmoil.
The other half was caused by Saber's own emotional response to her claims. Simply put, there was none of the disgust she expected to feel when discussing such an ideology.
Her objections were purely based on logic.
Normally when she was confronted that she considered wrong she had strong emotions about it. She might look outwardly calm most of the time but that was a calculated response.
Anyone who knew her as something other than the distant, inhuman King (mostly Rin and Shirou) was aware that she was a person of powerful emotions.
However, when Veronica explained her creed all she felt was apathy. Her ideology did not trouble her as much as she thought it should have.
Why? Thought it had some misbegotten logic it was still wrong. She knew it to be so!
Then why didn't she also feel it?
Was it because she too had experienced the same thing firsthand? Was it because she too had learned the pleasure of the flesh and couldn't bring herself to hate it?
Were she and Veronica not that different after all?
'No!'
Saber rejected it with all her might. Just because she didn't have a better explanation it didn't mean there wasn't one.
Veronica was wrong. She wasn't like that. End of story.
Saber privately accept that sex was more pleasurable than she would have been willing to admit previously, but that was only because she had been caught off guard.
It meant nothing. It did not define her. She was better than that and she would prove it to herself it that very same day.
At the end of her shift she marched towards Howard's office with a purpose. This time she would definitely not lose.
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Howard was sitting at his desk, working at his high-end laptop, a pair of tiny glasses perched on his nose. The sleek frame served only to highlight his pudginess. The size of his fingers seemed to big to work on the keyboard but he hardly ever mistyped anything.
Another proof of how dexterous he actually was despite his body.
He had been working without distraction for several hours when someone knocked on the door of his study. His staff knew not to disturb him before a certain hour unless it was an emergency and a quick glance at the clock revealed that it was later than he thought it was.
"Come in," he called out.
The door opened and his most recent acquisition stepped inside, dressed in the standard maid uniform without a single rumple; even though it had probably been worn most of the day.
Among all the women he savored over the years, Saber was the closest thing to flawless he ever got his hands on. It would be a long time before he got bored with her.
"Ah, Saber. Nice to see you. Are you done with your shift already?"
"Yes, sir," she nodded stiffly.
"Then I suppose your visit is about our… additional activities?"
"That is correct," she replied emotionlessly.
Privately, Howard loved her composure, her self-control. It was part of her charm and as much as he'd love to her devolve into a craving slut like the other maids had become he dearly hoped she'd manage to preserve it once he was done breaking her for good.
"Excellent," he exclaimed slapping his own knee joyfully. "Then how about we get it started right away."
"Of course," she agreed, taking a step towards his desk.
"Wait," he held up his hand. "Wait a second."
"Yes? What is it?"
"Can I ask you for a favor?"
"That would depend on what the favor is," she observed.
"Could you please… undress for me?" he asked.
There was a surprised pause, then, "Why?"
"Well… to be completely honest I find it weird that I haven't seen you naked yet. Our relationship has become… something more than familiar, I would say, yet I have not seen much of your skin. I find it a bit awkward. Is there a problem with it?"
Saber's frown deepened. "I suppose there shouldn't be any. Very well."
With surprisingly steady hands and impressively emotionless face, Saber started to peel off her clothes. Piece by piece she revealed increasing portions of her flawless skin. Surprisingly she didn't wear a bra, so there was no tantalising expectation when she reached that point. Her breasts were modest, but by no means inadequate.
Only when she peeled off her pantyhose and only her panties were left she stopped for a second. Her hands were trembling slightly, but before Howard could ask what was the hold up she yanked her fingers into the elastic band that held her underwear and pulled it down.
Even though she moved faster than she did for the rest of her clothes, Howard did not miss the slick trail of fluid that connected her womanhood to the cotton of her panties. When she stood back up, there was only the slightest hint of a blush on her face.
Howard didn't call her out on it; that would just upset her. Besides he was busy drinking in the sight of her perfect body.
"Magnificent," he breathed out in honest admiration. Saber seemed to radiate light. It was something separate from sexual appeal, though it also served to enhance that greatly.
"It's nothing," Saber objected, matter-of-factly.
"It's not nothing, my dear Saber. You are… I don't believe I have words to properly describe your beauty."
"Your flattery is unnecessary," she told him.
"Flattery? Saber, please. I'm a jeweler by trade. Estimating the actual worth of beauty is my trade and I'd like to think I'm a fair hand at it."
"...as you say," she replied noncommittally. Her voice was steady, but Howard saw that his words had an effect of her. At her side her arms were tense as if she was trying to hold herself from covering her body.
Howard was absolutely thrilled. Breaking Saber's shell would be challenge; the first one in a very long time. Inside of his pants his cock was straining to get out and break her in a different way.
Saber was also the holder of yet another record. She was the first woman to come to him again the day immediately after her first time with him. The bodies of the women he laid with needed time to adapt to his manliness and recover but Saber was clearly made of sterner stuff.
Well, there was also Rin but Howard knew for certain that Gerard had already gotten his hand on her first, so that didn't count.
All the better for him, he thought. With someone like her he could go all out without hesitation. He always held something back to prevent doing harm unless the woman in question was well used. Saber certainly wasn't but he knew she could take it all the same.
He stood up from his chair with the bulge in his pant quite visible. Saber's eyes fell on his crotch immediately, but she had no other outward reaction.
"Well, fair is fair. You showed me your body so I'll show you mine."
"That is not-" he unbuttoned his pants and his cock jumped up like he wanted to take off. All it did was cut Saber short.
A drop of creamy precum fell from the tip while he unbuttoned his shirt. It fell on the floor with a splat and Saber followed it with her eyes all the way to its final destination. The blush on her face intensified and she almost took a step forward, but didn't.
"That's not what?" he asked, almost making her jump in surprise. The effect he had on women never got old.
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To say that Saber felt troubled would be as much as an understatement as saying that the sun is warm.
She came in prepared to offer her body to this man for the second time. She steeled her resolve to through this act yet another time and finish it quickly. Her goal was to get him off once and then be done with him for the day, but he surprised her with an unexpected request.
At first she didn't understand why he'd want to see her naked. She had already explored her innermost place, what care did he have about her external appearance. She acquiesced with his request simply because it was trivial.
What did nakedness matter at that point? Not that it ever did in the first place. Back during the Holy Grail War, when Shirou stumbled upon her in the bathroom she told him not to consider her body as that of a woman, but rather as that of a weapon, a tool.
Saber genuinely thought of her body like that, which in hindsight was she was in this predicament.
Gentlemanly, Shirou had shied away from her nakedness and so she didn't experience any self-consciousness, just annoyment at his silliness. That had been unfair of her. Whether she thought her body a tool or not, Shirou didn't.
Howard clearly didn't either, if his gaze was anything to go by. She felt it burn on her skin like he had been caressing her. She managed to keep a straight face while she undressed, but she still felt it and while she didn't show it outwardly, it aroused her more than she thought possible.
Her composure had cracked when it was time to pull down her panties. The increasing heat that his gaze caused had pooled between her legs, condensating in its liquid form. She hesitated, but quickly realized that it would only make her predicament more obvious than just getting on with it.
The sticky sensation of the cotton adhering to her skin being peeled off managed to shame her enough to make her blush.
She couldn't believe this was her nature and she would have suspected foul play if a number of other women hadn't insisted that it was normal.
Further speculations were interrupted when Howard stood up and offered to reciprocate her nakedness with his own. Saber cared nothing for it, of course. She just wanted to get done with this foul act for the day, but her dismissal was brought short by the sudden appearance of his manhood.
Saber's thought process ground to a halt like a freight train crashing against the side of a mountain. She forgot what she wanted to say as the memories (pleasure) of the previous day rushed back to her like a flood.
The heat in her belly flared wildly and if she hadn't been so focused on him (it) she might have noticed the clear rivulets of arousal that started to drip from her womanhood down her thighs.
Her legs trembled and she felt slightly unsteady, almost needing to sit kneelfor balance. She caught herself before doing so, without even noticing what she had been about to do.
She stared with mesmerized eyes as a drop of precum started to from on the tip of his enormous, gorgeous cock.
She stared as it and she felt her lips suddenly become extremely dry.
She watched it become too big to support its own weight and thus fall to the floor with a splat that echoed in her ears.
She felt a strange emotion in that moment, something akin to regret with a backdrop of shame.
Disappointment, that's what it was. Disappointment directed at herself; like she had failed at something trivial, though she couldn't fathom what it was that she should have done.
Before she could further elaborate that thought, his voice snapped her mind back into focus.
He had finished undressing and Saber knew she had been caught staring at his dick like a d̡̠̻̼̮̳̼̤̩͠o̢͔͔̱̝̞͙̮̘̖̯̩̰̩͙̝͟͡g҉̨̗͍̤̠̘̣̟̫̭͈̻̞͓̩̟̩̖͡ bitch does with a juicy bone.
Shame didn't quite begin to describe how she felt. The heat on her face was a match for that in her belly.
Nonetheless, she took stock of his body and she had to reevaluate her opinion of him.
Howard Ogdenson was undoubtedly overweight, but it wasn't the kind of fat she would associate with slobbishness. His round belly didn't look soft and his big arms showed sufficient sign of muscles to let her know he was also very strong.
This was, she realized, the body of a devourer. This man didn't just buy what he wanted. He conquered it, made it every little bit his own.
His appetites were merely a reflection of his unerring drive. In short, he was a formidable man under every aspect.
Of course, that didn't really matter. Saber herself was not inferior to him in any way. Though not a conqueror she had still been the rightful King of one of greatest kingdoms of legend. Moreover strength was relative for someone like a Heroic Spirit. She could easily turn him to paste with a hand tied behind her back.
Rationally she knew all of that. She knew it.
However, right there and then, without a stitch of clothing between them - not her armor and not her sword - she felt surprisingly small and fragile.
At that thought, deep within her, the conceptual dragon that was the core of her spirit roared in defiance. Saber's posture straightened and her eyes flared.
She would not retreat. She would not be afraid.
She might not truly know herself any longer and the path she had stepped upon might be full of uncertainties, but no matter what what parts of herself would be revealed on this journey cowardice would not be one of them.
She took a determinate step forward. Her heart was full of trepidation and wariness, but the fear that had nearly seized her a moment earlier was nowhere to be found.
She reached out and took the shaft without hesitation. Her hand was too small to hold it properly but her grasp was firm all the same.
It was hot and slightly throbbing. She could feel his heartbeat through it, just a little bit faster than normal. It reflected his excitement but also his confidence.
The touch with his hardness sent waves of heat across her arm and she felt the need to understand it better. Without making a conscious decision she started moving her hand back and forth.
The motion caused his foreskin to peel back, exposing the angry purple crown.
Why did it feel like that in her hand? What separated this man's splending cock from S̷̷̻̘̦̼̞̙̳͚h̯̟̹̱̘̗i̴̞͢r̤̝̗͙̯̬o̡̲͔̹̝̪̮͕̣̫u̷̧̳̜̝'҉̜̫̱̪̗͔͇̫s͍̻̱̼̲̪̪̀́ an ordinary person's?
Was it size? P͏̢͡o̡͘͜͞͠s̶҉̢͞ş̶i̧̧b̴͟ļ͏y͘͘͢ Definitely,but it wasn't just that. It was a matter of power. To a man like Howard, this wasn't simply a part of his body through which become intimate with someone else.
It was a weapon, a tool of conquest, a sword. And she was a Saber Class Servant.
It was no wonder then that it felt so f̸̶̵̢͜a̵̸̡͠m͏̵͟͞i̸̵ļ̵̷̧i͏҉̛͠a̵r̶̕ right in her hand. In her current incarnation she was quite literally engineered to handle ̡̧͠s̶̢wo ̛co҉c̡͠ s̵w͘҉ò͟r̶͟ ̀͜c͡oc̷͡ks ͡C҉O̸C͜K̡̕Sswords.
Uncertainty melted away. This was her domain. This was a battlefield and she belonged there. She only had to let her instinct lead her.
Confidence flooded through her. Her body wasn't her enemy.Just because she didn't understand it that didn't mean it was betraying her. Her confusion was caused by her own inexperience and while Veronica was p̀e̢̢̧͟r̷̢f̀͢͟͠e̸̕͢͜͝c̶͜t͏̧͞l̸̢͟ý̧͡ ͏͡r̨͠͝i̢̧g̢̡̨͟h̸̨t̴̴͟ clearly misguided, there was a foundation of truth, however animalistic, to her words.
She needed to trust her instincts more. They never steered her wrong in the past, did they? At the very least she could try. What did she have to lose? H̷̛e̶̸̕͢r̀͠͡͝s̴̕̕ȩ͟͡l̸̡͠f̢,̢̕͝ ҉̢̨̨R̕͏̀̕͠i҉҉̷͢n̶͜͢,͘͞ ̴̛͢҉S̛͘͢͢ḩ͝į͠r̛͝ó̷u̸̡͏,̷̡͏ ̵̛͢͡Nothing.
Howard's superlative shaft was like a sword and because she had been summoned as Saber she had an innate knowledge of how to use every sword.
Thus, she did the sensible thing and listened to her instinct. She brought her legs together, lowered herself to her knees and put a second hand around his shaft so that she could circle it completely and started jerking him off properly.
The knowledge that she had done something right settled into her and it sent a shot of pure satisfaction from her neck to her crotch.
'Is this what Veronica meant?' she wondered. If it was, then it wasn't strange that she had come to think the way she did. In fact it made s̨̕͜͢o͘͢m̀͝͝é́ a great deal of sense.
A weak minded person could easily find a purpose in such a basic satisfaction, but certainly not Saber. They could easily find the delectable heat developing in their nether regions a sufficient reason to pursue further pleasure. The musky smell of his first-rate schlong could cloud the mind and the hardness of the shaft could make the heart race.
But not Saber.
She went through the act with a stony face, focused entirely on performing the act flawlessly. After all, this was how she worked. She sought perfection in her every action, because she was a model other should follow.
Nevermind that they couldn't be like her more than she couldn't be like them.
The King is not human.
Saber disregard completely the demands of her own body for satisfaction, putting her whole self into the handjob. From the beginning, the n̡͢͡e̶̴̛͏̢e̵͟͠d̵̴̵̕͜s̶̷͘ desires of the people came before her own. Her preference was secondary, her wishes insignificant. The life of the King is one in service of the people. The King existed for their happiness. And as the King, this was her duty.
And there was absolutely nothing wrong with feeling proud of doing one's duty.
"Oh God, Saber," Howard groaned. It was the only warning she had. She saw his huge hanging balls tighten around his shaft and she knew what was about to happen. If she remained how she was, his seed would splatter all over her, but if she moved then it would splatter all over the floor and with it all of the Mana it contained.
That was unacceptable. She didn't went through all this indignity just to have it all be wasted. That was unforgivable. There was just one thing she could possibly make in that situation.
She opened her mouth. It was just in time too, because not a ten of a second later a thick rope of s̛͟em̸e̡͠n̡̕ ҉̷ cum shot out of his cock and into her mouth. Saber's eyes widened at the realization of what she had just done, but her shock at the act was short lived as the sensory feedback from her mouth hit her like a freight truck
Saber's mind blanked as the most delicious thing she ever tasted spread over her tongue. It was better than anything she ever savored in her tenure as a King. It filled her with more peace than anything she ate at Shirou's table.
It was Zeus's Ambrosia.
Saber had performed oral sex on Shirou before, but he never finished in her mouth. She thought it gross and demeaning and Shirou was far too respectful of her to suggest she'd do something of the sort.
A man like Howard wouldn't even suggest she shouldn't. Yet again another difference between making love and h̸̴͠a̵̶̶vi͞͝nǵ͘ ̧̢s͠e̢͘x fucking.
Indeed, as far as self-fulfillment went, fucking was in a completely different league. It ç͢͏o͟mpl͘e̸͡͡t̸͡ęly ̵j̵͘͝ư̸̵s̷ţ̶͞į͡fi͟ed͡ almost explained the compulsive need to cheat that women like Veronica had.
However Saber wasn't so indulgent that she would do something just because she enjoyed it, especially not if it came at the price of betraying her loved ones.
Indeed even if the thought of drinking more delicious s̴͡e͜͢m͜͡͏én̴ ̡cock-milk and bé̵h͠i̸̕͠n̸̸d̀͠ ͝S̸̸͝hi̕͝r҉̢̀o̷u'̡̢ś̸͝ ͜͞b̷̶͟a̛͞c҉͞k҉ was a t͠r̵͜o̧͡u̵b̴̧̨l͘͠ȩś͝o͘͟mȩ͠ tantalizing one she would never do something that would hurt him or that would lower his opinion of her for her own enjoyment.
No matter what happened they loved each other and thus she had a duty to him as well.
Of course none of her self-righteousness could be discerned from her face as she stuck out her tongue to get more of Howard's creamy nectar into her mouth, eyes crossing as she focused entirely on the meat rod in front of her face.
Truly, this was a necessary evil but an evil all the same. She would definitely n͎̠͉̻͚̜̪̑o̵̝ͬ͋͆̏̀ͦ̿t͖͇͇̯̝͕̝͆̿̿̒ͤ ̲̈̔̂̅̄͟do anything of the sort if she didn't have to.
Definitely.
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Veronica approached Howard's door with a strut in her step. It was common knowledge amongst the maids that Howard had cameras installed all throughout the mansion. It was less common knowledge that he used those cameras to watch them.
With that in mind, Veronica made sure that while she was at work, her every action was tantalising to the eye. Her hips swayed with every step and she smiled coquettishly as she went about her day.
It was no coincidence that she was Howard's favorite, after all.
Although Saber... Veronica could see why Howard's gaze wandered. She was... ethereal. There was something in her bearing that just drew the eye. It didn't hurt that was was nearly inhumanly beautiful either. When the sunlight came in through the enormous gilded glass windows of Howard's mansion, it seemed to almost halo Saber and her perfect golden hair.
Unfortunately, her saintly appearance was joined to an apparently saintly personality as well. The other girl was strict prudish and utterly without interest in anything except her job.
Veronica frowned as she remembered her one aborted attempt to invite Saber to socialise outside of work. The other girl wasn't even up for coffee, let alone some of the 'fun' that the maids got up to with each other.
She sighed.
Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she stopped in front of the enormous oak edifice which marked Howard's personal space.
One hand, elegantly gloved in white satin, reached out to rest on the giant handle and paused.
She could hear something through the door. Even the best soundproofing wasn't perfect and this close she couldn't mistake the panting she was hearing for anything other than that of her Master.
It meant only one thing. Someone inside the office was pleasing Howard's glorious shaft.
The problem was, the only maid who was waiting on Howard at the moment was... Saber. Veronica's eyes widened in delight. Could it be!? She had to know!
Slowly, she pushed down the handle and gently opened the door a crack to peek inside.
What she saw utterly exceeded all her expectations.
Saber was sitting on her heels, completely naked with her back turned towards the door. Howard stood in front of her, just as naked. From their distance to each other there was little doubt of what was going on, especially with the intense octopus-like smell that filled the room and Veronica's nostrils.
The little hypocrite. Just a few hours earlier Saber was pretending to be a little goody two shoes and how she was taking a load of Howard's nectar into her mouth.
Then again, Veronica could hardly blame her. Even at her most reluctant, Veronica would have dropped to her knees the moment Howard whipped out his beast in front of her. She couldn't fight her nature as a woman, and clearly neither could Saber.
However, she knew that Saber would not admit defeat so easily. It was Veronica's duty to help her cope with reality as fast as possible. She already knew how to do that.
Veronica smiled and gently closed the door. Then she headed towards the security office. The camera circuit was nearly entirely automated with just a tech coming around every now and then to check if everything was in working order.
The recordings were never watched by anyone unless there was a reason to suspect any wrongdoings and they were encrypted to prevent them being stolen and used against Howard in some way.
Unfortunately for Saber, Veronica had long since acquired the password to the system, of course by giving the technician the time of his life with her. The day after her employer had a new female guest over, she would make a copy to entertain herself with.
By now she had acquired a huge collection of pornography and while she never let anyone else even know she had it, this time she would make a difference.
Someone as prim and proper as Saber would not want her frolickings be divulged. Without a doubt, next time Saber wouldn't be so quick to dismiss her.
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AN: Poor, poor Saber. Surrounded by ill intended people, all on her own. Now even her colleagues are out to get her. Make sure to let me know what you think in the comments.
Anyway, thanks for reading this far, and if you want to read more of my stuff make sure to check my pa treon (the story is already up to chapter 26 over there). Just google ichaichasennin or go to "pa treon [dotCOM] / ichaichasennin".