AN: Shocking! Triple Update!
Veronica's car pulled over in front of a building illuminated by bright neon lights. Saber could hear the loud music coming from inside even while still in her seat.
"What place is this?" she asked after the three of them stood on the curb.
"It's a club!" Clara said. "What, you never been into one?"
"I cannot say that I have," she replied.
"Damn! Did you ever have fun in your life or what?"
Saber answered with silence.
"Now, now, Clara," Veronica reprimanded. "We are here expressly to broaden Saber's horizon. There is no need to tease her about it."
"Oh, I wasn't trying to be mean, just... who hasn't been to a club at least once in their lives?"
"You'll forgive me, I've had more important things to worry about than such trivialities."
"Jesus. No wonder you are that stiff all the time," Clara said sympathetically. "Don't worry. After tonight I'm sure you'll loosen up some."
"You'll forgive me if I don't really think so," she said flatly.
They approached the doors and pushed them open. In that moment Saber noticed it wasn't yet open for business.
"Are we allowed to enter?" Saber asked.
"Oh, we are very familiar with the owner," Veronica explained. "We can come and go as we please. Come, let's get something to drink."
They headed to the bar, where a tall, finely dressed man was already working.
"Oh, Veronica and Clara. My favorite girls in the world. Strange seeing you here on a weekday. And... who is this fair lady with you?"
"Oh, this is Saber, a colleague from work," Veronica explained. "Saber, this is Alex, the owner of the club."
"A pleasure," Saber said neutrally, offering her hand.
"The pleasure is all mine," he replied, taking her hand and shaking it gently. Surprisingly he did not came across as a sleaze, even though he clearly sized her up. "So, what would you like to drink?"
"I don't know," Saber replied.
"It's on the house."
Veronica giggled. "No, Alex. She's not being polite. She really doesn't know. Saber here has never been to a club before."
"Never been... Why, that is a travesty," Alex exclaimed. "As an entertainment, I cannot ignore such a gap in the education of a fine woman. I will prepare my best cocktail."
"That is really not necessary," Saber protested politely.
"I disagree, Miss Saber, and quite frankly, one shouldn't pass up an experience when it's offered free of charge."
"I suppose..." Saber conceded reluctantly. She wasn't afraid to get drunk. Servants couldn't get drunk on ordinary alcoholic beverages. It would have been a different matter if it was magically enhanced, but then she would have her Magic Resistance to protect her.
Her reluctance was because she didn't want to participate in any way or form, but she knew that this man had nothing to do with this matter, and that refusing his hospitality when it was so kindly would be downright insulting.
"Very well," she agreed. "Thank you."
"Not at all. Take a seat. I'll be back with you shortly. Claire, Veronica. It's the usual for you two, right?"
"You bet!"
"Yes, thank you."
The man called Alex disappeared in the back, while Saber, Veronica and Claire sat at the counter. He returned a few minutes later, carrying various bottles of liquor, the contents of which he expertly mixed in three glasses.
The result was a trio of colorful cocktails that he placed in front of each one of them. Veronica and Claire did not hesitate to taste their own, while Saber took a moment to examine the weird concoction.
"I promise it won't poison you," Alex said jokingly, to which Saber smirked. She'd be impressed with his skills if he did manage to poison her.
Still smirking, she brought to her lips and sipped it. Her eyes immediately widened and soon as she fully tasted it.
"It's delicious!" she exclaimed.
"Ha! Another job well done!" Alex said, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding in self-satisfaction. "Enjoy your drink and welcome to my club."
"Thank you," she nodded gratefully.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must return to my work. I'll see you around later."
Saber nodded and watched him leave. There was a refreshing sincerity about this man that put Saber at ease. Perhaps it was how earnest he was about his job. She didn't know for sure, but she knew to trust her instincts.
She savored her cocktail while Veronica and Claire chatted, mostly about some of the rich guests they met while working at Howard's mansion. Saber didn't participate until they asked about her input directly.
Little by little, she was drawn into the conversation, and although she was still quite standoffish due to the circumstances that brought her there, she found herself thinking that those kind of events weren't all that bad.
Perhaps, once thing were alright again, she could have an evening like this, every now and then.
At the time went by, other patrons started to arrive, flocking at the counter. Most were couples, but even so Saber caught several men and even a few women checking her out.
Of the three of them, Saber was dressed the plainest, with blue jeans and a white sweater and sneakers, whereas the the other two wore skirts and sleeveless shirts that exposed a great deal more skin, as well as high heeled shoes.
However, Saber was the one who received most of the looks. To her own surprise, she noticed that she felt quite smug about that.
'Since when do I care about these trivial things?'
She never put much stock in what the people thought, simply doing what was expected of her, regardless of what opinion others might have held as result.
No, that wasn't entirely true. She didn't care whether they thought her a saint or a monster, but she did care that they were satisfied with her. A king cannot rule without the acknowledgment of the people underneath them. She had done many cruel things in her tenure, cannibalizing villages to finance wars. Although they called her inhuman, they hailed her and sang her praise so long as she met their expectations.
Unlike the King of Heroes and the King of Conquerors, she wasn't a tyrant. She existed for the people, not the other way around.
Therefore, receiving approval was the most important thing of all. A King that didn't have the approval of the people was no King at all. By extension, receiving their approval was simply proof that she had done right.
'I should be proud of that,' she thought firmly, disregarding the pleasant tingling sensation at the back of her skull, similar to that of five fingers gently massaging her neck. It was a nice feeling and there was no need to question it.
"It's getting crowded here. How about we get another round of drinks and move to a table?" Clara suggested.
"Sounds like a plan!" Veronica agreed.
Saber too nodded. There was no point in crowing the counter when they could sit elsewhere. They took their drinks to a table from which they could see the dance floor and continued their conversation.
Although she was wary of what Veronica had in store for her, Saber started getting more relaxed.
'I can take anything she throws at me. I needn't worry.'
That's right. She had been through political machination and schemes that became legendary. What did she have to fear from a peasant maid? Nothing, that's what. This was just a minor nuisance. Nothing more.
'I might as well enjoy myself while I'm here.'
She drank her cocktail, and then another, and another still.
Servants didn't get drunk but they could still feel the heat brought by the consumption of alcohol, and the pleasant heat brought by it started to suffuse through her body.
Her face took a nice flushed color, just like Veronica and Claire.
Saber's heart started to beat in sync with the music; a nice steady pace that made her blood run hot.
'Oh? This is not a bad feeling,' she contemplated. She felt both at ease and excited. It was quite the novel experience.
She downed another drink and then another one.
'Servants do not get drunk,' she told herself. Therefore the haze she was feeling was nothing to worry about.
The pleasant pressure on the back of her skull intensified, almost as if a gentle hand was slowly reaching inside her head, inside her brain, taking all the worried away from her mind.
It was a nice thing, having nothing to worry about. No bad thoughts, just good feelings.
"I think it's about time we hit the dance floor," Clara suggested.
"Yeah, let's get going," Veronica agreed.
"Dance?" Saber asked. "I do not know how to dance."
Her experience was limited to a few formal balls, nothing like the sort of shapeless dance she could see going on in the club.
"Well, you aren't going to learn by staying there. Come on!"
'Is this part of you master plan, Veronica? Making me dance until I forget myself? How laughable.'
Saber snorted in amusement. What did Veronica think she was?
"Fine. Let's get this thing over and done with."
She stood up from her chair and followed after the two other women.
The dance floor was packed with people shaking her limbs in sync with the beat of the music.
Veronica and Clara did not hesitate to join them, but Saber stood aside watching.
'This is what passes for a dance in this day and age, huh?'
It was almost an insult to the art, but the more she looked at it, the more she found that there was something charming about the chaotic waving of limbs. A pattern, a rhythm, a purpose.
She felt in in her blood, pulsing through her veins, her heart, her head.
She didn't notice her feet moving until she was already into the crowd, her body swaying like everyone else's.
'Why am I doing this? Why am I even here? This is pointless. A waste of time.'
But regardless of her objections, her body kept moving. She felt the tension of the previous weeks melt while she fanctically danced. All the frustrations seemed to evaporate through the pores of her body as she sweated on the dance floor.
It was cathartic, liberating, to move one's body without a reason.
'I see. This is why people dance like this.'
She never thought there was such a thing. In fact, there was a lot of things about herself, the world and humanity that she ignored until recently.
'It is not bad to learn more.'
She kept dancing and more people joined the dance floor, until it was impossible not to bump into one another. The dancing crowd made the temperature increase and that only served to increase the heat inside of Saber's body.
She felt like her clothes were heavier than her armor ever was. She felt like they were holding her down and that she should take them off.
She started playing with the edge of her shirt while she swayed her hips. She knew better than to disrobe in public, but every time she exposed the skin of her belly she felt a bit of relief was over her.
She didn't realize how seductive she was being. However, everybody else certainly did. Her superior charisma made her natural beauty stand out even more, and it affected everyone in her vicinity.
Soon enough she was at the center of everyone's attention, dictating the flow of the dance with every movement of her body.
The spell was almost broken when she felt a hand on her hip, and the presence of a man pushing his chest against her back.
Her eyes flickered to the crowd, where she saw several men and women engaged in the same behavior.
'This must still be part of the dance,' she told herself. 'There is nothing to worry about. It is perfectly normal.'
She continued to dance, even though the stranger's hand started tracing lines along her body, moving from her hip to her stomach, pushing her further against himself until their hips were swaying in sync.
'This is normal,' she told herself, while her mind became even more hazy.
'This is normal,' she thought when his hand found its way under her shirt, directly on the skin of her stomach.
'This is normal,' she decided when she felt his hardness press against her backside.
'This is normal,' she thought when he felt his lips kiss the side of her neck.
Then she just stopped thinking, and just let the music guide her movements. She didn't think anything of the several hands that found themselves on her body at one point or another.
She didn't think anything of her breasts or her ass being groped, of her thighs being caressed, of her mouth being ravished by another.
There was just the music, the dance and that firm, comforting grip on her brain that let her know that everything was juuust right.
It was wonderful not being in charge of anything, responsible for anything, worried about anything. Simply drifting away, letting other hands dictate her direction.
It was so peaceful that she started coming out of it only when someone took her hand and dragged her away.
Fighting was painful and leading was bothersome. She never wanted to do either anyway.
Therefore she did not question who was taking her where, she did not protest when she was pushed into the back of a car along with other people and she certainly didn't fight back when someone started making out with her.
'Everything is as it should'
The grip inside her brain was firm, squeezing useless worries out of her pretty little head. She did not need to think, her body knew what to do.
Her own hand found something hard and hot. Her fingers curled around it without hesitation, her arm moving up and down with a slightly loose wrist.
She required no thought to perform this action. It was her purpose. The thrumming of her heart told her as much, just as the emptiness inside her body told her that her purpose was not yet fulfilled.
Two hands grabbed her face, breaking the kiss, only to be replaced by another one. This one was softer, but just as marvelous.
Two nimble tongues danced together, while another pair of hands pulled her shirt up. She broke the kiss again just to allow the piece of clothing to be pulled over her head.
Her bare skin relished at the freedom. Her already turgid nipples hardened even further, especially when a rough mouth wrapped around each of them.
The guttural moan that escaped her lips was sealed by another pair of lips, while another set of callous hands started fiddling with the buttons of her trousers.
Another hardness was placed into her free hand, and just like before she started tending to it with her inborn expertise. Her hands were made to hold cocks.
Both of them throbbed in her gentle but resolute grip, and it reverberated across her arms, through her chest and down her abdomen, where liquid fire had already been pooling a long time ago.
Someone lifted her and then pulled down both her trousers and underwear at the same time, freeing her perky butt and allowing some fresh air to bring relief to her nether regions.
It wasn't enough, of course. Only one thing could really bring her relief. -Cock! Cock! Cock! Cock! Cock!- She knew so instinctively.
Another pair of hands grabbed her hips and guided her butt up. She did not falter and offered it as she should have.
She knew what was about to happen and couldn't wait for it. At last the thing that she craved arrived, pushing against and into her nether lips .
Pure, unadulterated pleasure shot across her body, and a happiness unlike any other pervaded every fiber of her being.
It was the joy of having fulfilled her purpose, her duty.
She slammed her hips against the person behind her, but she did not forget the two others in her hands. She took one to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it, slobbering it with saliva and affection, then she moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment, alternating between them.
Someone asked her something and she answered immediately. She didn't really understand the question, or the answer she gave, but she knew in her heart that it was the truth and so she spoke it, before returning her lips to more important tasks.
'More important tasks. There was something important that I needed to do. What was it?'
But that nascent doubt was killed when the man inside her slutty pussy started thrusting vigorously. Again and again and again. The sound of her naked butt slapping on the legs of the man behind her was the continuation of the beat inside the club.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
She did not slow even when one of the men she was servicing with her hands and lips grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth and unloaded his cum right into her throat.
She swallowed it like she was born to do, only for the other one to unceremoniously cum on her face and hair. It didn't matter. It was not wasted, for someone grabbed her chin and licked it clean off her, and then pulled her mouth away from the cock currently occupying it and spat the cum right onto her tongue.
She felt a burst of gratitude towards this person for her support, and she showed it by slamming her lips against hers and sharing the sweet nectar with her.
In that moment the man behind her lifted her leg for better access and started thrusting inside her at a reckless pace. He asked something and she answered with a nod. A moment later he slammed his hips against her and released a thick rope of cum right into her depths.
There was no describing the joy and pleasure she experienced in that moment, and she could only moan it into the mouth of the woman she was currently french-kissing. The same woman that pulled at Saber nipples like she wanted to tear them her from hating it, the pain set off her own climax, which resulted in her pussy clenching even further, squirting her love juice in the lap of the man whose cock was still inside her. Only then did her body finally start to relax some.
The car slowed down and pulled to a stop in that same moment. It's journey was at an end but Saber's... Her journey had just begun.
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AN: Whew. That's it for this round. Lots of fun time ahead for Rin and Saber, but that will have to wait until next time.
Or you can read more chapters in advance at "pa treon [DOTCOM] / ichaichasennin " and bask into the custom art I have commissioned.
See you all soon, one way or another.