Chapter 34
An inconspicuous delivery truck, like there were countless others, traveled through the busy streets of London in the late afternoon.
Its driver, an ordinary man with an ordinary background, was well accustomed to the flow of vehicles during rush hours and he avoided the major roads as needed. In his thirty years of work, he prided himself of having been late on a delivery only a handful of times
Of course, doing that sometimes required a bit of creative driving on his part, and he had to take traffic laws more as guidelines than actual rules, but such was the life of a professional delivery driver.
He had quotas to meet if he wanted to keep his job and in the current economy he couldn't afford to be laid off. He wasn't some rich man living in a mansion such as the one which was the destination of this special delivery.
The luxurious mansion in the historical center of London was probably worth more than he'd make in his entire life and then some. A guy with that kind of wealth could certainly afford the express delivery. Moving a crate of that size on a short notice would cost more than a little money
Anyway, that was none of his business. He just drove up to the gate, which opened before he even had to step out and ring the doorbell. He hadn't seen anyone, but there could have been cameras that he had not spotted.
He stopped his car to the side of the building and a butler came out of the service door, followed by four others, all looking strikingly similar with their gray hair. They exchanged polite greetings, but the driver had a weird impression of the thin men. Their eyes were almost completely dull and void of emotion. Admittedly it was not all that surprising for a genuine English butler, but to such a degree it was almost unnerving. His flat way of talking, void of any inflection was more similar to that of a synthesized voice than a human's.
Wanting to get the hell out of there sooner rather than later, he cut to the chase and had the butler sign the receipt, while the other four went to unload the cargo from the back of his van.
He was almost shocked when the exceedingly slim-built men took a corner of the crate each and lifted it up with seemingly no effort. He was quite sure that the crate was more than a little heavy. However he hadn't loaded it himself. For all he knew it could be full of fluffy pillows, although he didn't know who in the world would pack something light and soft into a sturdy wooden crate like that and have it delivered with such haste.
Then again, rich people were all inevitably weird. Again, it was none of his business, and one of the first rules of a good delivery was not thinking too hard about what was inside the boxes. Also, wondering about the wealth of others didn't make him any richer. In fact, it would just spoil his otherwise good mood.
Having concluded his business he climbed on his trusty van with a last nod to the butler and went back the way he came, sparing only a final glance in the rear mirror for the strange crate and its mysterious contents.
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The four butlers carried the crate inside the mansion, down a long flight of stairs that led underground. These homunculi could pass as humans as long as they didn't interact with actual people for too long, as they were quite limited.
Not in the intelligence department, but certainly in the emotional one. Strictly speaking, they were no better than extremely clever automatons. They could perform any given task to near perfection, except for mimicking human emotions.
Not that their creator considered it a flaw by any stretch of the imagination. As almost every Magus from ancient bloodlines were wont to do, he considered most of humanity to be beneath them, and those who weren't fell firmly within the threat category.
Of course, every rule had its exceptions, in the right circumstances. The Clock Tower was one such case. Magi set aside their innate animosity to work together for the benefit of Magecraft, but there were also other instances, perhaps not so grandiose in scope or purpose.
The Club, as it was called by its members, was precisely one of such cases.
It did not have a proper name, for giving things names made it possible to others to keep track of them. The members knew each other, and while they would kill one another without batting an eye in a different setting, during club events they were the closest thing to friends a true Magus could ever hope to have.
It helped that the purpose of their gathering was always, invariably, pleasure.
Thus, they had come to this mansion that belonged to one of them, warded by all of them together to provide additional security and watch out for potential back-stabbings, however improbable they could be.
Once everything had been set up to their satisfaction, they could have the goods brought over. Of course, in the interest of saving time as well as preventing trackings and security breaches, it had to be delivered rapidly and on a short notice.
Thus the crate.
The four homunculi delivered it to a lavishly furnished room, where some of the club members sat on luxurious armchairs, sipping glasses of some of the finest liquors known to mankind. Their hushed conversations were immediately dropped once the wooden box was brought in. Their eyes gleamed with predatory expectation. Setting up this event hadn't been exactly trivial after all.
Schedules had to be cleared, important events had to be postponed, and everyone fully expected these efforts to be paid back in full. Therefore, the pleasure of unpacking the present couldn't be left to mere servants, especially those who wouldn't perceive any emotion from the act itself.
Their owner dismissed them, and they parted with a bow. It then fell upon him to open the box. A privilege owed to him in exchange for playing host for this particular gathering of likely minded connoisseurs.
Opening the box was almost too easy. It had a single heavy padlock to which they already had the key. He only had to put it inside and turn it for the lock to click open and drop on the floor with a loud clang. Without it keeping the structure together, the four sides and the top of the crate fell open as well, revealing its precious content.
A naked Tohsaka Rin. Gagged, with her wrists and ankles bound to the base of a cube covered in leather. She was laying upon it uncomfortably, for it was placed behind the small of her back, thus keeping her spine arched forward while her limbs were pulled backwards.
It looked painful, and the Asian Magus regaled him with a glare to match that assumption, but her copiously wet pussy stretched open by a fat dildo somewhat detracted from that impression.
"Miss Tohsaka. We've been expecting you," he said as a way of greeting, to which the other Magi chuckled amusedly. "Now that you are here, the event can begin in earnest. You may scream if you want, though I might assure you that before we are done, you'll be begging for more."
Little did they know that outcome was precisely what Rin was hoping for. Bound and gagged she might have been, but that didn't mean she was any less in control.
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That evening, Saber returned home right after work. As much as she would have liked attending Howard, the other girls had a right to have a turn with his dick as well. She would have wanted nothing more than to hog him and his cock all to herself, but she was a fair woman.
A slut, to be sure, but a fair one.
More importantly, there were things that she needed to do. She had a date with Veronica and Claire, later. Knowing them, she had to prepare herself mentally. Only God knew what manner of debauchery they would come up with this time.
Saber would lie if she said she wasn't worried. Having accepted that she was a slut didn't free her from experiencing shame. She had been brought up with certain notions, and while she knew now that they were somewhat misguided that didn't mean she could or would easily discard them.
She still needed to put herself in the right mindset. Either that or she would succumb to her lust when it came calling. Saber had no desire to lose control of her action ever again.
The King might not be human, but that did not mean it was a mere beast. Of course, she knew that just deciding that would not make it so, which was precisely why she was striving to master herself all over again, by boldly facing new, unpredictable circumstances.
As such, she had agreed to do as Veronica asked of her. She had to dress up and wait for them to pick her up.
The problem thus far was the first part of that task. Putting on what Veronica had picked worried Saber a great deal, because in her opinion, it was quite indecent. A black dress, very short on her thighs with an open back and with a neck plunge that went almost all the way to her navel. She didn't wear any bra underneath, only a pair of lacy black panties. That meant that the inner side of her breasts were clearly visible.
If that wasn't bad enough, she wore platform heels sandals that were about eight inches tall.
It looked outrageous, however, she had to admit that she liked the color. She never considered it, but black looked damn good on her if she could say so herself. The contrast between the darkness of the cloth and the fairness of her skin enhanced the way both looked.
The heels were higher than any other footwear she had ever worn and if not for the Riding Skill she might have had issues walking with them. However, they made her legs look that much longer and it made her butt look even firmer than it already was.
'Is this a look that men like?' she wondered.
She supposed it was. Veronica lived and breathed for the purpose of pleasing men. Not only with her body but through proselytism of other women as well. If she asked Saber to put on these clothes, then she was certain that at least one man, somewhere, would like them.
'Not that there was a man who would not like me,' she found herself thinking, much to her surprise.
In the past, she had never entertained those thoughts. Appearance mattered simply because a King had an image to uphold. For a woman, however, it was a completely different matter but by no measure less important or critical.
She was beautiful and she knew it.
She felt neither pride nor shame at the thought. It was not her merit that her appearance was pleasant. She merely acknowledged reality as it was. False modesty wouldn't do good for anyone, least of all herself.
Since she was a child, she was taught that not using her talents to the best of her ability was a form of slothfulness. The King could not live beneath its own potential, otherwise how could its subjects expect to live up to their own?
From there onward, she would have to maxime how good she looked according to the setting. Perhaps she would have to ask Veronica to teach her about make up as well.
There were so many things for her to learn, still. A whole new world had been opened in front of her and she had just taken her few tentative steps on it. How she managed to live her entire life until now without even realizing it was there was almost baffling. Willful blindness was the only possible explanation.
At least the circumstances had forced her to open her eyes without suffering any loss other than the faithfulness to her lovers. A regrettable turn of events that she would have to live with in silence.
She had duties that she had to attend to, duties that she could no longer pretend not to see. Going back was no longer possible. Saber was capable of lying to others, she had done so repeatedly and without remorse, but she had never been good at lying to herself.
Before she could contemplate further on such topics, the doorbell rang. It seemed that her ride was there.
With one last glance at her reflection in the mirror, she turned off the light and went out
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"Grk!Brk! Gk! Gk! Gk!"
Rin was lying on her back upon a wooden table, with her head dangling down the edge. A position that made it all the much easier for the middle aged Magus to shove his fat cock into her mouth and down her throat, while also slamming his balls sack into her face with every thrust.
It wasn't a secret that he despised her. This specific Magus was a staunch racist who believed that Asians were hardly humans, much less worthy of practicing Magecraft.
Someone as accomplished as Rin was an insult to everything he believed in. That hatred was easily turned into lust, which he finally had the opportunity to express in such a demeaning way.
"Not so uppity now, are you bitch?" he taunted. "I always said that this was the only thing you'd be good for and you just had to prove me right, didn't you?"
"Gk! Brk!" Rin agreed. Frankly, Rin knew that if the man's family and Magecraft didn't have a much longer history than her own, he would not be her equal. But why would she care about that? If thinking he was better than her made him treat her like utter trash, good only for guzzling cum with her every hole, she was more than willing to play along.
This sort of humiliation was precisely what she craved for. Well, that and his huge dick.
Honestly, she couldn't believe how utterly dull and lacking her sex life was before. Gerard might have messed with her on purpose, but the pleasure was nonetheless real. Ordinary sex now looked so uninteresting and boring that she didn't know if she'd bother with it ever again even once they got Shirou back.
Why waste time being gently held with love and respect when she could be railed like a worthless whore by a bunch of men who hated her guts? It didn't make a lick of sense.
Then again, oxygen deprivation and consecutive orgasms might have impaired her judgment. However, being fucked silly was a good motive to do just about anything for Rin these days.
She had been in these Magi's custody for several hours now, and they had done with her as they pleased without a care in the world. Rin had lost count of how many times she had climaxed upon their throbbing meat. She didn't know who many times they had stuffed her with their creamy juices.
Her modified body could now survive almost entirely on a diet of Mana enriched semen, but she had gotten so much of it on this day that she was basically overflowing. Even with Gerard's network taking the lion share of it, there was still more than she could deal with.
She willed her body to make use of it, but the process was slow. Still she had the impression of feeling it change somehow. Becoming fuller, riper than it already was.
Her tits had already grown a good size since she received Gerard's brand and her ass had filled out enough that her old panties no longer fit her. Another good reason not to wear them anymore.
If she tried hard enough, her tongue could stretch as long as one foot and she could twist and twirl it as much as she wanted. Similarly, her body had become incredibly flexible and it could retain almost any position with ease. Having her ankle locked behind her head was a child's play now.
Her holes could accommodate almost any cock now, while retaining their delicious tightness. Huge or small, she could squeeze the last drop of cum out of any cock.
In short, she was well on the way to becoming the ultimate fuck-doll on the face of Earth. In a not so distant future, she would be so hot that she could have any man throw himself at her feet.
How many people could she bring on the edge of financial ruin just for the opportunity of laying with her once? How many families could she break apart with her viles? How many pure-hearted women could she lead on the road to corruption?
There was just so much to be done. So many cocks to milk and so much money to be made. It was her definition of heaven.
But before that, she had to finish the task at hand. She had been thoroughly fucked in every hole for hours and the males were already quite spent while she was brimming with energy. A little more and they would pack her again and send her back to Gerard like the merchandise she had decided to be.
The thought of it made he cum again, even before the Magus shot his load down her throat and into her stomach. He then pulled out and wiped it on her pretty face, smearing like a cum rag that had already seen too much use and had to be thrown away.
Rin remained there, head dangling off the table and dripping semen from her pussy and mouth. Her ass too had been put to good use and because of the way her body worked, she felt nothing but pleasure from it.
The amount of love she harbored for Gerard for making her like this was above every other feeling. Saber and Shirou just couldn't compare to him in her heart. It was a feeling close to worship.
She was eager to go back to him and tell him everything about her exploits today. The way they had used her body, the way in which she had behaved like a cock-junkie. She wanted him to praise her and then fuck her like he owned her.
Because he did own her. That much was undisputable. His mark had sunk so deep in her that it had to have reached her soul by now. She was sure that even if she died and got reincarnated in another life, she'd still bear it and she'd still be every little bit of a whore as she was now.
Surely, if she were to be born again with her current disposition, her life would have been a lot more interesting.
However, it was neither here nor there. Her current life had yet to bore her. There were still plenty of indecent things for her to do.
"Is everyone done? Then let's pack her and send her back."
There was a murmur of agreement and a moment later the four homunculi returned into the room, picked her up without caring that she was soaked in semen and took her away to be washed.
It wasn't a courtesy towards her, of course, but to Gerard. Even though they had paid good money to have her for a day, it was common decency to return borrowed goods in pristine conditions.
Well, as pristine as a ruined, cock-addicted Magus could possibly get.
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Saber, Veronica and Claire stepped into a crowded club. The loud music drowned every other noise, even that of the crowd dancing to its rhythm.
The heat and the smell of sweat was almost overpowering, but unlike the previous time, Saber was mentally prepared. She didn't underestimate the setting like the first time they had been to this place. She knew full well how powerful the grasp lust had on her. If she let her guard down even just a little, she'd end up in an orgy with three strangers again.
Unfortunately, her traitorous body wanted exactly something like that, and the mere thought was sufficient to spark a small fire inside her belly.
Truly, there was no more difficult opponent than one's own self.
"So, what did we come here for?" she shouted over the music.
"To have fun and to have sex. What else?" asked Veronica. "Go find a guy that looks like he has a big dick and seduce him."
"I don't know how to do that!"
"Damn it, Saber. Just get on the floor and someone will hit on you."
"... fine," she agreed, before stalking towards the dancing floor like a woman with a purpose.
She was already red faced because of what she was wearing and thinking about what she was going to do didn't help her any. It wouldn't be the first time she'd have sex with a stranger now, but it's not like she was used to it.
She forced herself to calm down and put up her most impassible expression. The same mask of emotionlessness she wore when she watched burn one of the villages she ordered to be pillaged. She would not let any emotion show, fearing that letting go just a little bit would break the dam and make her fall into an animalistic state.
It was difficult moving through the crowd, but she eventually made it to the center of the floor. There, she opened herself to the rhythm of the music, joining the other dancers in the powerful shaking of bodies.
It wasn't easy following the music without losing herself to it. It took all of her focus, especially when someone bumped behind her and started to grind their pelvis against her butt.
With better knowledge of her weak spot, Saber used all of her focus to keep up her indifferent mask. It was a hazardous struggle but as the seconds trickled by she felt like she was getting accustomed to it.
Of course the arousal in her body was still building up, but she knew that unless she got distracted, she would not slip and fall.
Since she didn't push him away, the man behind took it as an approval and kept grinding without hesitation, at least until the music let down a little bit.
"Hey babe, how about we get something to drink?" he said in her ear.
"Sure," she nodded, and obediently followed after him when he took her by the wrist and led her toward the counter.
"So, you here alone?" he asked, casually, after they had ordered their drinks.
"I'm with friends," she replied.
"Of course, of course. No boyfriend though?"
"No. He couldn't make it."
"What a shame," he sighed, "but all the better for me. What do you say if we find a quiet corner and have some fun, just the two of us?"
"You would ask that of me, even though I just said I have a boyfriend?"
"I didn't hear you say no," he pointed out.
"Hm. Very well," Saber agreed after only the slightest hesitation.
"Eh... really. I mean... yeah, that's what I Iike to hear."
Clearly, he had not expected Saber to agree so promptly. Perhaps he thought he would need to try harder to convince her. That wasn't the case. Saber knew that she was a slut, she was available to anyone who asked. That was her place in the world as a woman.
In a way, she was proud of it. A person that knew their role had to bear it. Even if that role was to please men with her body. Duty came before everything. Before dignity, morals and even before love. Other women might not know and thus they were somewhat justified, but Saber's eyes had been opened and she could no longer look away.
When the truth is apparent, the right thing to do is to act upon it. It was that simple, although far from easy.
"Alright then," said the man, downing his drink in one go before slamming the empty glass on the counter. "Let's go over there."
Over there, was an area with low tables and modern looking armchairs. Saber stood up from her stool and allowed the man to put an arm around her waist, pressing her against his side as they both made their way towards that area.
He sat down and pulled Saber on his knee. Before she could even question what to do, he kissed her without a word, sneaking his tongue inside her mouth right away. Saber was momentarily startled, but knew that she had to reciprocate lest it became awkward.
Keeping her mind focused, she grabbed his face and started making out with him all the while keeping her own face completely impassable, almost as if she was doing some barely tolerated chore. It was a testament to her great willpower that she didn't outwardly show how aroused she was getting
He put a hand inside her dress, squeezing her soft breast and tweaking her hard nipple. His hands on her were rough and unskilled, and he was clearly more interested in enjoying her curves than to give her any kind of was fine though. Her pleasure was irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was giving service.
It was so very strange, making out with a guy whose name she didn't know, behind her rightful lovers' back and in such a public place. Not that there was a chance that someone reported her behavior to Rin or Shirou. Currently, neither could be reached and even if by some twist of fate, sometime in the future someone told them, it would be easy enough to deny it.
However, even knowing that much, a bit of fear wormed its way into her heart, making it race faster than it already was. To her great shame, it wasn't an altogether unpleasant sensation. Doing dangerous things always carried a component of excitement, and apparently cheating was no exception.
'So, this is why Veronica does it,' Saber realized. 'The higher the risk, the greater the thrill.'
There was a twisted sense to it. However, Saber did not care for that. Because her pleasure was secondary, she would not risk hurting Rin or Shirou for it. She would cheat because performing her duty made it unavoidable and not because she found it enjoyable. Even though it was.
Eventually, as they made out, his hands started to grope her ass too. The stimulation was certainly pleasant and Saber had to put her full attention into marshaling her response. She could hardly conceal the blood rushing to her face, but she had turned the muscle of her face to stone, thus wearing a mostly indifferent expression.
After some time in which their tongues wrestled against one another he pulled away from her.
"Hey, are you even into it?" he asked.
"Hm? Of course," she said, not realizing that her words did not match her expression at all.
"Are you making fun of me?"
"Not at all," she denied, not understanding why he was suddenly upset. "Have I offended you?"
"That's… are you serious right now?"
"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Uh. You sure are a weird one."
Saber didn't understand in which way she was weird. Hadn't she reciproted him just now? Was she supposed to do something else? Was she supposed to escalate the situation?
"Would you like me to do something else?"
"Like what? Sucking me off?"
"If that is your preference," she readily agreed.
"Wa- Really? Just like that?"
"Is that not why you started a conversation with me?" she asked. "To have your way with my body."
"No. Yes! I mean… Are you used to doing this kind of thing?"
"Of course," she lied. She was not used to it at all, but at this junction feigning experience was the best thing to do. "Would you like me to show you?"
As she asked that, she rubbed her hand against his crotch and she felt it swell under her touch. She couldn't quite hold her tongue from wetting her lips. Her expression was still as impossible as ever, but her eyes were clouded with lust. From up close, even he could see it.
"Hell yeah I want you to."
"We should probably find somewhere more private then," she suggested, though she wasn't sure where they could go that would be secluded enough. Fortunately, she didn't have to choose herself, because he stood up grabbed her wrist and stormed toward the restroom
The men's restroom.
Saber's resolve almost faltered. As a female, she wasn't supposed to go in there. It wasn't that seeing men with their genitals exposed upset her any longer, but that it was simply against custom.
However, showing reluctance now would certainly make things weird. Furthermore, he was charging ahead without hesitation so perhaps this was actually something that was frequently done?
When they entered, almost no one paid them any mind. Mostly because they were turned against the walls, doing their business. However, upon seeing her pass one of the men in there laughed.
"Nice catch, bro."
She was no catch, but before she could say anything the man whose name she still didn't know pushed her into an open stall with him and closed the door behind them. He then pushed her against the door and started making out with her again.
'Well… he does have the merit of being assertive.'
She liked that in a man. She would not hesitate to admit that it turned her on.
Although she kept her face every bit impassible as before this makeout session was a lot more intense, and she reciprocated better by roaming her hand on his back and even by grabbing his butt. Eventually though, he broke it and pulled back, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock.
"Come on. Suck it," he told her.
Although the place was filthy, Saber did not hesitate in dropping to her knees. For one thing, battlefields were inherently dirty and not just with blood. A man's death is not a clean thing. For another, the moment her eyes settled on an exposed cock, her first instinct was getting it into her mouth.
Saber had always been a glutton, but after she savored the many textures and flavors of cocks at the gloryhole, there was no doubt that she'd rather have one of them into her mouth over anything else. Even Shirou's vaunted cuisine couldn't hope to match this natural delicacy.
There were countless things that Saber valued. Things that she didn't want to lose. However, she knew that even if she lost those, life would still be worth living so long as she could get cocks inside her mouth.
'I truly am a slut,' she admitted easily to herself. The once painful revelation now was a truth she was comfortable with. It was not wrong to crave sex. It was not wrong to find purpose in serving cocks.
Everything else aside, she knew that as long as there was even one cock in the world to please her existence would have a meaning. If there was one thing that could be said for certain about Saber, was that as long as she had a duty to perform, nothing would stop her.
Not even kneeling on a piss-stained floor
Therefore, she didn't feel the slightest disgust when she let out her tongue from her mouth and gave a sloppy lick to the shaft in front of her face, savoring the delicious salty taste.
Her salivation was in overdrive for some reason, and a single passage of her tongue was enough to coat his cock in a generous amount of lubrication. However, as much as she would have liked to immediately shove it in her mouth, she knew there was an order of things to be followed.
Crawling further down, she reached for his scrotum and began massaging his balls with a careful suction, while her hand ran along his shaft.
"Oh, shit! You are pretty good at this," he groaned.
Saber purposely did not show how proud she felt at his words. Controlling her emotions was still paramount. If she allowed anything to slip through her guard, she risked falling prey to them once again.
Once she decided she had given his balls sufficient attention, she moved her mouth to his cock proper, parting her lips to receive its length inside her.
His eight inches of meat weren't as filling as Saber liked them best, but they were pleasant nonetheless. In fact, the size of his manhood ensured that she could keep herself in check with less effort.
The taste and firmness left nothing to be desired either, and she greedily sucked on it to the point that her cheeks had sunk in her face, turning her face into a lewd mask. This despite her eyes looking as dispassionate as ever.
Even when he grabbed her head and started pumping her face with his own hips, hitting the back of her throat, Saber did not bat an eye.
Although her nipples were hard as rock and her pussy was soaking her panties, the only visible sign of her arousal was the bright flush on her face.
To the guy whose name she still didn't know, the sight of her regal face, impassible yet distorted lewdly by the act she was performing was too much for him to bear, and thus he shot his load right into her mouth without so much as a warning.
Not that it was necessary to give her a heads up. Saber had been eagerly waiting for the moment when the sweet nectar of her dreams was poured hot and steamy into her pretty little mouth. Even though he was done cumming, she kept sucking until the last drop of semen had been pulled out from his urethra, leaving his cock nice and clean. Only then did she pull back, slowly and reluctantly.
"Was it to your satisfaction?" she asked with her face still flushed.
"Fuck yeah," he agreed. "Best blowjob ever."
"Excellent," she said. "If that is all, then I should probably go back."
"Wait. You don't... don't you need me to return the favor or something?" he asked.
"Hm? There is no need for such a thing, though it's nice of you to ask."
"So what? Do you just give random blowjobs without asking for anything in return?"
"Of course. A woman's duty is to serve cock. There is no need to reward someone for doing something they are supposed to do, don't you think?"
"Oh shit yes. I totally agree with that. Hot damn, if all the women were like you, this world would be paradise."
Saber nodded, satisfied that she had found another person who saw the truth as it was. Additionally, she noticed that his previously softening cock was again back at full mast. It seemed that he wasn't quite done yet.
"I see you still have needs. How would you like me to take care of that?" she asked.
"I want to fuck you," he said without hesitation, emboldened by her previous declaration. "I never wanted to fuck someone as hard as I want to fuck you now."
Saber was genuinely flattered and more than just a little proud.
"Truly?" she couldn't help but ask.
"Totally. You are by far the hottest piece of ass I've ever had."
Hottest piece of ass. Not pretty or even beautiful, but hot. The term, Saber thought, was fitting. She certainly felt more than a little hot at the moment, though probably not in the way he meant. Still, his sincerity was commendable.
"Thank you," she replied, as her hands went down to the edge of her skirt, lifting it up and exposing her drenched lace underwear. "Then by all means, make use of my body however you like. I am at your service."
No sooner than she had said those words that he roughly shoved a hand between her legs, pushing his fingers against her womanhood.
"Shit, you aren't just words. You are wet as a lake."
"Of... of course," she stuttered, despite herself. Her control was cracking a little bit. "A slut's body is always re...ready to please."
"Ha ha!" he laughed. "I like you. You are so pretty but you'd don't put on airs and you put out right away. I wish other women followed your example."
"They should. They all should," Saber agreed vocally. 'If all women in the world were honest about being filthy sluts, I wouldn't have to hide and pretend I'm not.'
"Right, turn around. I want to do you from behind."
"Like… like this?" she asked leaning with both hands and chest against the door and while pushing her ass back.
"Exactly like that," he confirmed as he peeled up the skirt of her dress.
Due to the way her panties were made most of her ass was completely visible and since she was sticking it as back as she could, even her dripping honey pot was almost discernible through the black cloth.
That little amount of modesty was also removed in short order when he pulled it down and let it fall along her legs and down to the floor. Her sweet spot, wet with unbidden arousal, was now clearly exposed and yearning for attention. He pulled her legs apart and put his cock against her entrance, sliding inside her slowly but surely.
Saber bit her lip as his passage stretched her inner walls open. Indeed, nothing matched the experience of being penetrated by a cock other than being penetrated by a bigger one. His burning stiffness filled the void which only recently she realized she had inside her.
A woman truly wasn't complete until a man was fucking her.
She withheld the moans of pleasure. Her face wasn't as impassable as she would have liked, however. Her eyes were fluttering, although other than that her expression was very much like that of a hawk.
The challenge became even harder as he started thrusting, increasing his pace with each stroke. Soon the stall was filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, loud enough to be heard even outside of it despite the roaring beat coming from the dancing floor.
"Having fun in there?" someone laughed.
"Fuck, yes," Saber's partner growled.
Whether he was just cheering or actually answering the person outside, she didn't now. Maybe both. All she knew was that his statement held true for her as well. She would be lying if she said that performing the duty of a slut wasn't her favorite. In fact, she liked it so much that she wasn't even bothered by the people outside knowing that she was having sex in a public place.
At first her partner was content to hold her hips while he pounded her, but he apparently got tired of that because he reached out for the front and pulled aside her dress, revealing her small breasts and turgid nipples, which he happened to grab roughly.
"Does your boyfriend know you are like this?" he asked in her ear.
"N-no. He doesn't. He wouldn't... wouldn't accept it," she replied.
"Ha! Then he doesn't know what's good. You are pretty looking but you look much better with a cock in you. How about you break up with him and become my girlfriend instead? I don't care if you screw around, as long as you show up when I call you for a fuck."
"No, that's... that's not possible. I love him," she swore.
"You love him so much that you cheat on him?"
"Yes! Yes! I... I cheat on him because I love him."
"Man, what a lucky guy. He's got such a huge slut for a girlfriend and she still pretends she's faithful and pure to protect his feelings."
'Yes. That was exactly it,' she thought. 'I cheat on Shirou and Rin to protect them. That's what I have been doing from the start.'
Although it was literally true, cause and effect had become inverted. Cheating had become a means to protect her loved ones, rather than something she had to put up with in the process of doing that.
The last residues of guilt melted like driven snow.
'Cheating is the right thing to do,' she deduced.
Because she loved him, Saber had to be Shirou's ideal of perfection and virtue, but at the same time she needed to receive and fulfill the desires directed at her by everybody else. The two propositions seemed irreconcilable at the beginning, but she knew better now.
She only had to cheat.
Cheating on Shirou was not simply a necessity, she realized, but rather the right course of action for her to undertake. A moral obligation.
Therefore she would cheat!
She would spread her legs for anyone. She would gladly offer her orifices to anyone who might even just hint at wanting them. Dignity was irrelevant. She wasn't human.
There was no other option. No, even if there were alternatives they didn't matter. Cheating was her duty. Her sacred purpose. For all that could be said about her, no one could accuse her of not being through.
Therefore she would cheat, and cheat, and cheat, and cheat! She would seek every opportunity, every chance to fuck behind his back for Shirou's own sake.
As for Rin... she too was a woman. She too was a slut. Saber might forgo anyone else, but she couldn't watch Rin live her life unaware of her true purpose.
They could be sluts together so that they could cheat on Shirou together.
It was on the coattails of that thought that Saber climaxed, pushing her juicy butt against her partner and his shaft deep into her.
It wasn't her most powerful orgams to date, but it was certainly the most liberating. A great weight had been liftger from her heart. She finally understood why Veronica was so stubborn about cheating on her husband.
Saber would never risk hurting Shirou, however. Her affairs would always be discreet. With Rin's help, it would certainly be manageable.
She only had to teach her the truth of being a woman.
"Hey, you got a name I can call you, or do you just go by slut?" he asked, while he was still spuring his hot semen into her equally hot pussy.
That was an important question. If she wanted to keep her identity secret, she needed a different name. An Alter Ego.
"A… Alter. You can call me Alter."
It was all she could think on the spot, but somehow it was oddly fitting.
Saber Alter.
She liked the sound of that.
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Gerard turned the key into the lock, and much like it had previously happened in a different place, the crate fell open revealing Rin's naked form, bound and gagged.
However, unlike with the other Magi, Rin did not have the defiant expression she had put up for them, but rather one of affection and longing.
Without any hurry whatsoever, Gerard freed her from her bindings and helped her to her feet.
"Hello Rin," he greeted.
"Hey, handsome," she greeted back.
"Did you have enough fun?" he asked.
"Oh, you have no idea," she purred. "I have been used in every single hole, several times. They manhandled me constantly, treating me like trash the entire time."
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, because we did it. We got a majority vote. The Sealing Designation is going to be revoked whenever we want."
"Really?"
"Sure. We only have to put forward the motion and it'll go through without problems. Everyone's looking forward to fucking you behind his oblivious back."
"Hmm... I can't wait either," Rin replied, licking her lips.
"Ha ha ha, yes, I bet you do. Betraying your loved ones is your greatest kink, isn't it?"
"Yes. Just thinking about it makes me want to start right away. What do you think if we fuck on top of him while he sleeps? That would be pretty hot."
"It would, yes. But I have something even hotter in mind."
"Ohh? What is it? What is it?"
"One final betrayal. The greatest one. Instead of overturning the Sealing Designation, deceive him and turn him to the Clock Tower."
"What? Why... Why would I do that? We only just managed to get the majority vote."
"Precisely because of that. He's this close to being safe from persecution that it's basically already done."
"They... they'll torture him. Vivisect him."
"They certainly will. Betray him, betray Saber and betray yourself. Do it and I'll show you more pleasure than you ever thought possible. I'll turn you into a fuck-pig that constantly cums with no other thought that getting more cock."
"You are asking me to destroy everything,"
"Yes, I am. The question is, will you do it?"
"I..."
Rin had to admit to herself that the lure was intense. Nothing turned her on more than betrayal but she also knew that it was the bottom line. She wouldn't be coming back from that. All other paths would be forever closed to her. It truly was a betrayal of her own self to the last.
"Before... before I answer that, I have a question of my own, Gerard."
"What is it?" he asked.
"Do you love me? In any way?"
At that moment Gerard knew that his reply would decide the outcome, but what would his answer be?
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