NIGHT OF THE WITCH
[Chapter 4]
That morning, Shirou woke up at the temple. Medea laid draped over his chest with a happy smile on her face. Dawn was still a few hours away but Shirou could no longer sleep. He gently districated himself from the Witch's embrace and got up.
He left the room and went for a walk. The Temple had become his second home. The natural protection around the mountain made it nigh impregnable, especially with a powerful Servant guarding the only entrance.
Even Assassin wouldn't be able to slip through.
Speaking of that guardian Servant, she was currently standing at the temple gate, looking out at the city as both her hands rested on the pommel of her invisible blade, ever vigilant.
"Are you having a hard time sleeping, Master?" she asked, detecting his approach.
"No, I usually get up around this time," he replied. "I have to exercise and take care of breakfast before going to school."
"What about your family?"
"My parents died six years ago in the fire that burned most of the city, and my adoptive father passed away a few weeks ago. I still have Fuji-nee, but she can't cook worth a damn. Also, getting her up before breakfast is not an option."
"I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thanks, but don't worry about it. I'm doing fine. Besides, I'm not alone anymore now."
"About that, Master. You understand that this thing you have with Caster is neither healthy nor appropriate."
"Yeah, I know," he agreed. "But it's the best I managed to do with the circumstances and she's happy with it, so I'm not going to try to change that."
"Well, I suppose that I can't ask you to take part in the War as my Master and then treat you like a child. It is your decision and I won't question it any longer."
"I appreciate it. I understand that it's not easy for you to accept, so thank you. The King of Knights… who would have thought I would be able to meet a legendary figure like you? Can you tell me about your time? I always found your legend fascinating."
"Very well," she replied.
So, until dawn came, she told him about her time as the ruler of Camelot.
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Besides the fight with Berserker from a couple of days prior, there had been no trace of the Grail War. Having taken care of Caster's transgressions, people stopped falling ill and everything was quiet. It was almost as if nothing ever happened.
Of course, besides his relationship with the Witch of Betrayal.
Shirou's day had been largely uneventful with Caster shadowing him in spirit form. He attended classes and then came back home where Saber awaited him. Caster then went to the temple to stock up on Mana within reason, and Shirou stayed home to do his homework and the exercise he had skipped that morning.
All under Saber's watchful eye.
She took the opportunity to correct his form here and there. Shirou didn't exactly have a trainer and had always simply done what felt natural. But Saber had trained her body to become a great knight for years and had overseen the training of many others in turn.
Shirou learned much from her that day.
Then, after dark, Medea came back and Saber left for the temple instead. But not before Shirou packed a sumptuous meal for her, for which she gave proper thanks.
Then, Medea and Shirou shared a quiet dinner with Taiga, but with no shenanigans this time. His surrogate sister didn't even bring up the events of the other night, just like Medea said she would.
"What do you think about going into town and taking a look around?" Medea asked after Taiga had left.
"You mean for a patrol?"
"Ahh… actually I was thinking more of a date."
"Oh. Yeah, sure."
He had never been on a date, or ever thought he'd deserve to go on one, but here he was. Despite their weird relationship, Shirou really did want to make Medea as happy as he could.
"I'll go get ready then."
She eagerly got up and went to get changed. Shirou didn't even realize she had other stuff to wear, although he shouldn't have been surprised since she was a Mage from the Age of Gods. She could very well just make whatever clothes she wanted out of thin air for all he knew.
Shirou also got up and went to get ready. Not that there was much preparation for him to do, but he could still change into something better for his first real date.
He then joined Medea who was waiting for him at the front door.
She was wearing a long coat and high heeled shoes and she had done her makeup as well.
She looked even prettier than usual.
"I took the liberty to call for a taxi," she said. "It's already outside."
"You planned this well in advance, I see."
"That's my style," she said with a wink. "Come on, let's go."
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It was early in the evening, so there were people of all ages coming and going. Most shops were also still open, therefore the city center was lively and full of lights.
For a woman of the ancient past who didn't get the chance to live an ordinary or happy life even for her own time despite being royalty, it was all very interesting. Yes, the Grail provided Servants with all the knowledge they needed about the current era, but it wasn't the same as experiencing it for herself.
She did a fair bit of window shopping but in spite of Shirou's suggestion she refused to go into any of the stores. Shirou was a bit puzzled.
"Why look at store windows if you don't want to buy anything?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't need to buy clothes. I can make my own. Besides…"
"Besides?"
"Buying clothes would defy the purpose of wearing nothing under this."
As if to prove his point, she turned around and opened her coat.
She had lied. She wasn't wearing nothing. Just nothing that covered anything that mattered.
Under the coat she only wore a set of white lingerie, but her panties were missing, and though she wore a bra it was only half a cup to hold her breasts up but without covering anything from the nipple up. Around her neck there was a leather collar with the word 'wife' emblazoned on the front.
The tattoo on her abdomen was also quite visible, and Shirou got a good blast of its power, as did every other person in visual range.
He would have felt the lust rise inside his chest even without the power of the crest on her skin, blasting him with its magic.
"You…" he groaned, frustration and arousal swirling into the pitch of his stomach. "You really couldn't help yourself, could you, slave?"
He wouldn't have dreamed of calling anyone that just a couple of days ago, much less in public. But after repeated exposure to her crest, her self imposed status had become firmly engraved into his mind.
Still he wouldn't have easily called her that if she just behaved modestly. And of course she knew that and she was nowhere close to modest. Therefore she did what she needed to trigger the response she wanted from her Master.
But he couldn't be upset with her. The Slave Crest affected her too. She had remade herself into a creature that existed to be exploited by him in any conceivable way, but especially sexually.
She was already the lewdest woman he knew when he first met her, and what she did afterward only made her worse. Furthermore, the fact that she could act this way with the Command Seal prohibiting her from doing anything he didn't want, meant that deep inside his heart he wasn't really opposed to it all.
Whether he was like that from the beginning or her influence had changed him, he had no way of knowing. He could only react accordingly to the present circumstances.
He stomped up to her, under the watchful eyes of every passerby. The combined magic of the Crest and his Mystic Code meant that no one would recognize the situation as out of place, but they would still find it every little bit as erotic as it looked.
He grabbed Medea by the hand and he dragged her toward a narrow back alley. She followed him with her open coat billowing after her, her entire body exposed, drawing the lustful gaze of any person they came across until he managed to get her out of sight.
"What am I supposed to do with you?" he asked, turning to face her.
"You already know. You can do anything you want, Master."
"That's not what I mean. I want to know what you expect from me."
"You know that too. I have engraved it on my very being right in front of you. You know it is true. You know what you desire and it's the same thing I do. Whatever you want to do with me, to me, I want it just as much."
"I didn't ask for this," he objected.
"But you enjoyed the time we did it in front of Taiga. Using me in front of her. The Command Seal you put on me works both ways. I know your desires for good and for worse."
"I didn't even think about doing something like this."
"Are you really sure about that?" she asked.
He didn't reply. He wasn't so sure about it anymore, after all.
"...You are a very bad influence on me."
Caster, for her part, just smiled. She truly was an evil Witch to her core.
"Get on your knees," he told her.
She did not hesitate and kneeled in front of him, immediately unbuckling his trousers.
"Stop. What do you think you are doing?" he asked sternly, crossing his hands over his chest.
"Ah, but…"
"I thought a woman of royal descent would have better manners."
"But, I-"
"Shush," he chided. "You said you know my wishes, but don't act as if I didn't know yours. I might have wanted to explore this with you, but let's not forget it was you who initiated things, both in front of Taiga and again here. This specific scenario is something you also wanted. Or am I mistaken?"
"Y-You are not."
"Great. And shouldn't you ask politely when you want something from others? Especially as a slave to her Master? This is the role you have chosen and I expect you to behave accordingly."
He no longer could make any claim to modesty or propriety; not with his relationship to Medea turning out like this. However, he was fundamentally a good person who wanted to do right by others. If he could no longer uphold society's standards he would at least do right to Medea as her Master, in every sense of the word. Even if that meant putting himself above her in contradiction to his own self-loathing.
To anyone else this situation would have been a million times better than hitting the biggest jackpot in history. To the likes of him it was the curse he had to bear for the crime of saving a witch's life.
Medea had quite the opposite emotions. For her, who harbored the secret desire of being dominated by her loved one, made a thousand times stronger by the Crest, having Shirou enforcing both their roles made her happy and aroused.
She put both hands on the ground in front of her and bowed deeply, touching the concrete with her forehead.
"Please, forgive my transgression, Master," she said.
She didn't experience the slightest negative feeling in doing this. In fact she felt the crest on her stomach pulsate and send jolts of pleasure up her spine and down her pussy.
She knew it would be the case. The Crest made anyone actively aware of it, herself included, consider her Shirou's slave and fuck-toy. Any behavior that matched this notion generated approval in those under its influence, with a greater effect to those in closer proximity to it.
The woman who had it carved on her skin and was aware of it around the clock not only felt compelled to act accordingly, but doing so caused her to experience an amount of pleasure equivalent to her efforts.
The simple act of prostrating herself to her Master in this filthy place was enough to make her body shake as a minor orgasm hit her body.
'Heavens, this is so good. Being Shirou's fuck-slave is the best feeling in the world.'
"Raise your head," said Shirou, unaware of her thoughts.
Medea looked up, her face flushed and her eyes shining with lust.
"I forgive you," he told her. "Now, tell me what it is that you want."
She licked her lips and her body was trembling with expectation.
"Please, allow this worthle- urk!"
The words died in her throat as the Command Seal clamped down on her.
He got down to his knees to check on her.
"Did you just try to say that you are worthless?" he asked with a frown.
She nodded, still unable to form words.
"You idiot," he scolded softly. "It's bad enough that you want to be my slave, but don't you ever put yourself down like that. Not for me or anyone else. That is an order, do you understand me?"
"Y-Yes," she replied as her vocal cords were released.
She had let the pleasure from Slave Crest drive her actions and that took her a bit too far. But in spite of being unable to go down that route and the discomfort of being choked by the Command Seal, Medea felt moved.
She already knew she had made the right decision, but she felt relieved and happy to have it confirmed. Shirou truly cared for her. She had irrevocably given all of herself to him and he would not hurt her or throw her away.
"Now, what were you saying?" he asked, getting back up.
Medea took a deep breath and looked at him again, this time a little less lustful and a lot more loving.
"Master, please allow this dirty cumslut of a slave to worship your magnificent cock with her obscene mouth."
Shirou snorted in exasperation and self-deprecation. If she could say those things, that meant he didn't disagree with them, even if he wouldn't ever admit it.
"You really are hopeless," he said, but he unbuckled his trousers all the same, whipping out his massive cock and dropping it right on her face.
FWAP!
It slammed on her skin and she gasped. She nuzzled it with her face like a pet, eyes fluttering in delight. She grabbed it with both hands, marveling at how big it was even though she had seen it numerous times.
It would keep growing along with him and she could only speculate how much bigger it would get. It appeared to her that it had already gotten bigger and more tyrannical looking than the first time. Perhaps a result of the intensive use he made of it now, and the exposure to the Crest.
Either way it was already a first rate bitch-breaker that could bring even a Heroic Spirit like her to her knees.
She stroked it to full erection, working his shaft diligently with her hands while she kissed and slobbered all over the tip. It was so mouth-watering that her saliva dripped in copious amounts down its length, quickly making it slick and wet.
She wasn't content however to just kiss the tip and worked her way down the shaft, kissing her licking all the way down to his testes. She buried her face between them, breathing his musky scent. Then she started sucking and kissing his balls one by one, going as far as taking each one in turn in her mouth and rolling them on her tongue.
All of this while she continued to stroke it with her hands.
Shirou sighed and groaned under her ministrations. His reservations about this entire situation were just skin deep, and regardless of them no man couldn't appreciate the sight of a beautiful woman going down on his cock like it was the only thing that mattered in her life. Especially when he knew for certain that such a sentiment wasn't that far from the truth.
He shouldn't have been the one at the receiving end of this treatment. Not from someone as beautiful as her
But it was already something that couldn't be changed, and more importantly it was something both of them didn't want to change for many reasons.
In the end he had no other choice but to enjoy it, and Medea staring him in the eyes with equal parts pust and love while she suckled his balls in her mouth was enough to make him forget all about it.
Unfortunately, the rhythm of her actions only made him hornier and impatient. He wasn't going to be satisfied just with this much.
"Do it properly," he said.
Medea pulled her face away and regarded him with a sultry smile.
"Properly, Master? Whatever do you mean? Tell me exactly what you desire so that I might understand your wishes."
She knew exactly what he meant, but she was returning the favor from earlier. Of course, they both had equal amounts of responsibility in this relationship. He couldn't half-ass it.
"Wrap those pretty lips around my cock and suck on it."
She put the tip against her lips and looked him in the eye.
"I hear and obey, Master," she replied, before pushing her mouth around his crown. She gobbled it slowly, never breaking eye contact, and pushed a few inches down, before getting back up just as slowly.
Shirou's legs shook. It wasn't the first time she sucked him off, but it was different from every other time. Maybe it was the setting, their new master-slave dynamic, or maybe the effect from the Crest.
Perhaps all of the above.
Either way, it was as if she was trying to suck his soul out through his dick. The way her lips stretched and her cheeks caved in when she pulled back, made him want to grab her head and shove his cock into her throat.
"Caster… khhh… your mouth is amazing."
She momentarily released his dick with a loud pop.
"Thank you. These lips have no other purpose than to serve you. There is no inch of my body that doesn't exist to please you, both outside and inside. Do you want me to show you?"
"Yeah," he replied without hesitation.
She grabbed his hand and put it behind her head, then she took his cock between her lips again and slowly but inexorably sheathed into her mouth. But she didn't stop at that point.
Shirou felt his cock reach past her mouth and slide down her throat, clutching every inch of the way until her nose was pressed into his crotch.
"Ah… ahhh…"
He couldn't help but gasp, holding Medea's head with both hands. He didn't know that a woman could do this. Or was it just because she was a Servant? In theory a spiritual being such as her didn't need to breathe and wouldn't suffer any damage from anything that didn't possess a high spiritual level.
Yes, no matter what he did to her, she would not be harmed. And it was only because he had that knowledge that he didn't stop himself from doing what he did next.
He pulled back his hips and slammed them forward against her face.
"Grrk!"
He did it again.
"Grk!"
And again.
"Grk!"
And again.
"Grrk! Grrk! Grrk!"
Still holding her head, he picked up the pace of his thrusts. In any other circumstance he would have worried about her, but he knew he couldn't hurt her and she would enjoy everything he did to her.
To prove this point, he could see her hand playing with her breasts and pussy even though she was having his cock repeatedly hammered inside her esophagus.
Shirou hadn't forgotten. This woman was extremely lewd even before she had got the Crest. And in fact it was because she was this lewd that she had made such an oath.
"I Medea of Colchis hereby swear that from now henceforth, I will be Emiya Shirou's faithful slave. I will devote myself to be his exclusive plaything, his personal fuck-toy, his custom cock-sleeve and his filthy cumdump."
She knew all about those things, she wanted to be them and she made it true.
"Ugh… Caster… fuck," he groaned.
He couldn't find the words to express what he was feeling, both physically and emotionally. He could only keep thrusting his hips and ruthlessly fuck her impossibly slutty throat.
As for Medea herself, she was ecstatic. In accordance with the directives of the Crest, the more he pleased himself with her, the more pleasure she would get out of it. Every thrust inside her throat echoed just as strongly inside her pussy.
And that was just the physical aspect. The Crest's roots reached deep within her psyche. In fulfilling her new purpose of choice, her heart overflowed with happiness. She was so happy that she couldn't help but shed tears over it, and not just because she was choking on Shirou's absurd cock.
If she could spend the rest of eternity like this, as a sheath for Shirou's cock, she would be perfectly happy.
Alas, eternity wasn't something that mortals could aspire to. Everything would come to an end. Shirou could last far longer than the average man, but even he had a limit.
He did not warn her. Whether on purpose or just because he was too caught up in the pleasure of fucking her throat she had no way of knowing. It didn't matter. A fuck-toy didn't need such considerations, it just needed to be used.
She knew it was coming from how frantically his cock throbbed inside her throat, and her heart hammered with anticipation. The wording she had used when laying down the Crest wasn't by chance.
"Khrr!" he half-groaned, half growled as he pushed his cock one final time into her throat.
A gallon of his thick, scorching hot semen burned her way down to her stomach. The Crest flared and heat exploded into her core.
She climaxed, hard. Hard enough that her mind turned white like the seed melting into her stomach. She had branded herself many things and his personal cumdump was the final and most important one. Every time she came in contact with his semen she would climax, as her ultimate purpose was completed. It was fulfillment to a level ordinary women couldn't understand or experience.
It was happiness in its purest and ultimate form.
So even though her mind was completely blank, she felt a tinge of disappointment when he pulled his cock back and left the warm confines of her mouth. But it was immediately forgotten the moment his dick was actually out and he shot a couple more ropes of semen right on her face.
"Gahhh!" she moaned, climaxing yet another time.
Shirou couldn't help but admire the results of his own handiwork. Medea's face covered with his spunk looked more beautiful than ever. He wasn't sure he felt that way just because the Crest on her stomach made it possible. A primal part of him couldn't help but feel satisfied with what he had done, even though it was wrong.
Or was it?
Why exactly was what he just did wrong again? Sure it was lewd, impure and dirty, but was someone hurt by it, or did everyone involved enjoy themselves greatly? He knew he had, and the orgasmic look on Medea's face was proof that she liked it even more than him.
Was there even a reason why he should be opposed to any of this? At that moment, he couldn't be bothered to think about it any further. The only thing he knew for certain was that he was far from being done.
And that was precisely what Medea wanted.
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Seventeen year-old Tohsaka Rin was on her way back home from the Kotomine Church. The fake priest had confirmed that the Grail War had officially begun. Four Servants had already been summoned and if she waited much longer she would lose her window of opportunity to summon her own.
Most of the preparations had already been made since it had become apparent that the 5th Grail War would happen after an interval of just five years after the previous one, instead of the expected sixty as had always previously been the case.
She had studied the summoning ritual in great detail and was confident she could get herself a Saber-Class Servant, provided that it hadn't already been summoned.
Fortunately, the following night would be perfect for her own summoning. The stars and the moon would be perfectly aligned, and they would give her the boost she needed for maximum results. She couldn't possibly fail.
From the next night onward she would be involved in a real conflict, so she decided that it would be better to decompress this time. Last minute preparations would only get her so far and excessive stress on the eve of battle would only compromise her efforts.
She went for a walk through the city center, taking in the lights of Fuyuki in the evening.
Winning the Grail was still her primary goal, but this was her territory and she was its appointed protector. She had an obligation to keep it as safe as possible during the conflict so it was important that she took a good look at what she was fighting for.
Even though she was just walking down the street casually, her senses were extremely focused. After all, as the sole remaining Magus of the Tohsaka bloodline and inheritor of her family's Crest, she had a target on her back for all the other Masters, especially when she had yet to summon her own Servant.
It was because she was so focused on her surroundings that she noticed.
Fwap! Hm! Fwap! Ah! Fwap! Hnn!
Just as she was walking in front of a back alley she heard strange noises. As a martial artist she could recognize the sound of flesh hitting flesh, mixed with grunts and moans of the person being struck.
It wasn't like it was any of her business. She didn't have the obligation to protect every single person from the troubles of ordinary people. She didn't have a hero complex either.
However she wasn't such a despicable person that she would outright ignore a situation like this. At the very least she could check it out and call the police.
She turned and walked into the pitch black darkness of the narrow space between buildings.
She approached without making any noise out of caution but she wasn't worried. She could deal with any ordinary human with ease even without Magecraft. After all, it wasn't like she was going to run into a Master or a Servant in such a ridiculous way.
People of the Tohsaka family were known for failing at the most crucial moment.
After she had taken a few steps down the alley, she blinked.
'Did I go through something just now? No, it must have been my imagination. Everything's normal.'
She continued down the path and peered from behind a dumpster to see what was going on. This was so that she found the source of the noises she heard. It wasn't, like she thought, two people fighting. It was two people fucking.
Not that there was anything wrong with a grown woman getting pounded from behind by some kid over an empty crate, but who would have thought that people having sex could sound so much like people fighting? That the sound of a palm hitting a face was so similar to that of hips colliding against a naked buttock?
'I should head back,' she decided, seeing that there was nothing out of place.
However, she had to admit that that woman was exceptionally pretty. Surely Rin could observe a little while longer. Dressed in that white lingerie that enhanced her perfect features, it would have been impolite not to stare.
The more Rin watched, the more she felt her core heat up. She disregarded the thought that she was feeling like that over a woman. She could figure out that part later. Right then her entire attention was on her, and more specifically on the Crest engraved on her lower abdomen.
'I see, so she is that guy's slave, exclusive plaything, personal fuck-toy, his custom cock-sleeve and filthy cumdump.'
That made a hundred percent sense. Who would have thought that she would run into such an advanced piece of Magecraft in a place like this? It was extremely high grade too since it immediately transferred information to her brain and altered her perception of normality.
'Uh, what was that? Oh, it doesn't matter right now.'
She only cared about that pretty woman and the quality of the Crest. Normally she couldn't unravel its mysteries just by looking at it, but since it was transmitting information into her brain it was a different matter.
Although, truth to be told, it wasn't easy to focus on that while rubbing her legs together and fondling her own breasts. It was unbecoming of her to touch herself in public. She wasn't like that beautiful woman over there who was nothing more than a sex toy for that Emiya Shirou guy.
Furthermore there was something she was missing. Something that she had on the tip of her tongue but she kept missing when she tried to think about it. She wanted to grasp it, and for that reason she kept looking at that Crest like she was trying to burn a hole through it with her gaze.
She had perfectly memorized the details. The design surely wasn't casual and the positioning wasn't either. She had to remember that much, burn it into her brain if need be. She knew there was nothing abnormal about this entire situation no matter how much she tried to think the opposite, but it was perfectly normal for a Mage to obsess over Magecraft.
Even if she forgot everything else, she would never forget that.
"Yes! Yes! Oh, Master! Harder! Fuck me harder! Hardeeer!"
It was so difficult focusing on the Crest when she was moaning that loudly. And furthermore the shape of it was slightly distorted whenever the stomach inflated from the thing that was pushed into her from behind.
Why was it that big anyway? No, it didn't matter how big and hard it looked, or how loudly it made that woman moan in ecstasy. Although there was certainly a connection between the Crest and that thing.
Right, the aspect of being a cock-sleeve was a fundamental part of the Crest's foundation, therefore Emiya Shirou's cock was a key element to its workings.
She couldn't disregard that, therefore she also had to memorize every detail of that pillar of man-meat.
Both as a mage and as a martial artist, Rin had a thorough knowledge of human anatomy. She knew for a fact that that penis was way bigger than the average even for a grown adult, and absurdly large for someone of his apparent age. Clearly the Crest had come into existence as a means of devotion toward it.
A perfectly reasonable decision.
Not that she knew anything about it, but it made perfect sense.
From a purely academic standpoint she wondered how it might feel having something that massive stir up her own insides. It couldn't be comfortable, but his personal fuck-toy was clearly enjoying herself quite a lot. Then again it was expected that his filthy cumdump would be able to take it easily. It would defy the purpose of both the Crest and the woman it was engraved on, otherwise.
She was getting distracted, but it wasn't easy to focus while watching a spectacle like that. There was nothing abnormal about the two of them having sex in public like this, but it was a powerfully erotic image, regardless.
She slipped a hand between her legs and started rubbing her womanhood through the slightly wet panties. Not because she wanted to, but because he had to manage her desire in order to keep studying the crest and its workings.
Yes, there were no ulterior motives in that. She wasn't some kind of pervert that did stuff like that out in the open.
This method provided some kind of relief and she could continue in her primary task, unraveling more and more of the Crest's secrets.
She was still just scratching the surface, but she had at least figured out the basics and committed them to memory.
'I get it. Using this Crest the bearer will receive a very powerful emotional and physical positive feedback whenever they act according to this directive. It's a very advanced type of self-geas. It has easily a dozen possible applications, like reducing the mental toll of casting a spell. Or even changing the pain of Magecraft to pleasure. I must try to replicate it at all costs."
The simple fact of bearing her own family's Crest caused her pain around the clock, and even though she had trained to possess the mental fortitude to live with it, it still wasn't a pleasant experience.
She pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers inside her wet pussy, biting her lips to suppress her moans.
'Co-Combining Magecraft with eroticism. I thought it was something only deviants would do, but now that I see it with my own eyes it's actually hnn… completely normal.'
Besides, the Crest on the filthy cumdump's body was safe enough that it could be shown even to the general populace. It was so safe that Rin could masturbate while trying to unravel its workings. Something she had never even considered before.
It couldn't possibly backfire in any way.
Her fingers slid back and forth inside her pussy, making the fluids of her arousal drip down her thighs.
"Ohhh, Master! I love you so much!" the custom cock-sleeve moaned. "Please, fuck me even harder!"
The boyMaster yanked her hair and pulled back her head and drove his cock even harder inside his personal fucktoy's pussy.
From her hiding spot Rin could see each time his humongous shaft hit the bottom of her womanhood and caused her womb to bulge out as well as her tits to bounce.
They were very nice tits. Rin really wanted to touch them to know how they felt, but she could only play on her own, sadly.
"Is this to your satisfaction, Slave?" he asked through a groan. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Yes! Yes! YEEES!" she howled, throwing back her head as she climaxed.
The boyMaster didn't stop thrusting.
'God, he really is giving it to her hard. Do all guys have sex like that? It would completely destroy me,' Rin thought, sliding a third finger inside her cunt, as if to simulate the thickness of the shaft she was admiring.
That was already more than she'd ever done before, and she was already feeling stretched and full.
"Aren't you having an awful lot of fun for someone who is supposed to be working?" he asked.
"Nghha! I'm sho… I'm sorry," she replied, slurring through her orgasm. Her eyes were twitching and almost rolling in their sockets. "It's just… Nahhh… Your glorious cock makes my brain stupid."
"Oh, so it's my fault? Then I should probably stop."
'Don't you dare, please. I'm so close.'
"Nohhh! Please don't! It's not your fault. Nhhg! It's me! It's all me! It's always been me! I'm a selfish bitch who's constantly in heat that can't ever get enough of your wonderful cock, Master. I can't find peace until you shoot your thick load deep into my slutty, cum-craving womb. I'm sorry!"
"I forgive you," he told her.
'Wow, that guy Master actually loves his personal fucktoy."
Rin was on the cusp of reaching an orgasm, but she was still shocked by the sweet tone in his voice.
Even though she was the heir of a long line of Magi, she had no one who cared about her in the whole world. No family. No boyfriend or girlfriend. Nobody.
What did someone like that, a person with no human rights or dignity that was nothing more than an object for sexual relief, have that Rin didn't? She wasn't the least bit inferior to that creature. Therefore the answer didn't lay with either one of them, but with the other person.
Right there and then, masturbating behind a dumpster, watching intensely like a voyeur, Tohsaka Rin climaxed feeling envious of Emiya Shirou's faithful slave, M̵̀a͘̕͞s̢͞͠t̶̀̕é̷̶̶͜r̵̨̧ ͜͞͏̴Emiya Shirou's exclusive plaything, Màs̨t͞é͠r̶͘Emiya Shirou's personal fuck toy, MasterEmiya Shirou's custom cock-sleeve, Master Emiya Shirou's filthy cumdump.
At the height of her pleasure, gasping for breath, knees shaking and legs wobbling, she could only think of a single thing.
'I wish I had someone who'd love me like that.'
The sex continued, but Rin had seen and done enough. No amount of watching would teach her anything more, and in fact she felt like she was intruding.
After catching her breath, she recomposed herself and walked away as silently as possible, although she knew they wouldn't care that she was watching, and perhaps had even noticed her but said nothing. If they cared about privacy they wouldn't be having sex there in the first place.
As she walked out of the alley, the continued sound of their lovemaking followed her, but she did her best to forget what happened and focus only on what she had learned from the Crest and the things that were directly tied to it. Unfortunately, the feeling of a newly formed void in her chest was all consuming, and a little bit after leaving the area the only thing she could ponder upon was her own loneliness and the things she had lost.
By the time she arrived home and took a shower, she had already pushed the events in the back of her mind. She had more important and pressing things to worry about right now anyway.
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