This follows the Fate Route of FSN with one change - Saber returned Avalon to Shirou at the end. As such, Shirou has not aged and has been wandering the planet for centuries in pursuit of her.
Also for those not aware, Morgan le Fay in Fate is also Viviane the Lady of the Lake. The person who gave Artoria Excalibur.
Shirou knew Saber for two weeks in a life that has spanned over five hundred years. It goes without saying that his memory is a bit hazy regarding her.
Once upon a time there was a boy. That school boy was a fool, clinging to the dream of saving everyone when he had yet to save anyone. And one day a man came to kill the boy, and he could do nothing to stop them. But the boy was saved, and that's how he met a girl.
The girl was the one to save him, a King from a distant time, Saber. She fought by his side against heroes of legend and together they prevailed against all foes. As they fought something strange happened, the inhuman girl and the broken boy fell in love. They made love in a cave and were bound together by fate. She was the sword, and he was her sheathe.
Their tale came to an end all too soon. The King of Heroes fell to Saber's sword, and they were victorious. But the victory was a bittersweet one, as it marked the end of Saber's time by the broken boy's side. With the end of their war, the girl could no longer remain in the current era, and returned to her home in Avalon, alone, but with her heart whole from the first time because of the time she spent with the boy.
The only hope that either of them had to cling to was the words spoken by the Mage of Flowers: "If you want to meet again as normal people, two miracles must occur. One must wait continuously, one must pursue endlessly. They must realize that it is impossible to succeed yet at the same time be capable of enduring patiently. Is that… the story of a dream that shouldn't be waited upon?"
That had been five hundred years ago- give or take. For five hundred years, Shirou had done nothing but pursue the impossible dream of reuniting with Saber, waiting patiently for that day. And now after five hundred years of traveling the globe and helping those in need, defending justice above all else, Shirou was finally going to reach his destination. Avalon thrummed in his chest, the only thing that kept him unaging all this time, even as the rest of humanity turned to other methods. Shirou refused to do anything else, to turn his back on his humanity or on the dream he clung to. It did not matter if he could explore the stars, Saber was on earth, so on earth he would stay. It was truly that simple.
His feet tread through nothingness, there was nothing all around him. Nothing above or below. All that was here was pure darkness. He was no longer on the texture that had once been defined as the age of man, but now was moving to a layer below. To the inner sea of the planet. The place where Saber had been waiting endlessly for him. He had passed through the fairy realm, the barrier having fallen over time with the unrelenting assault of humans against the planet. It was still enough to repel those who had grain in their bodies, but Shirou as a true human from an age that had passed with a fae artifact, could slip through the flimsy veil that remained and journey forth to Avalon.
Shirou could not see anything as he pushed forward through the cavern, he had walked 1500 miles by now, days and days of nothing but darkness, to call it pitch black was an understatement. There was something there, but it went beyond Shirou's ability to comprehend. He got flashes of memories that weren't his own at times though. A moon crashing into earth only to be repelled by a familiar old man from his past… something to do with his friend… Rin maybe? A blonde girl with the face of an angel who looked so much like Saber who was rejected by the people and the very land she lived for, who was forced to watch as her country destroyed itself. Another blonde, this one a vampire with red eyes who was cut into pieces by a dark-haired boy with the eyes of death.
He trudged on through all of the muck that were the memories of the planet itself. Those were not what he was here for, even if he was sure that the prime species would kill for that knowledge. Shirou was here for one thing and one thing alone. To see Saber again. No more and no less. He had pursued endlessly and finally he was here. Shirou didn't know how long he had left, he just knew he had to keep going, forever, and ever.
"Only those free of sin may pass."
There was no writing on the wall, no words spoken aloud, just an edict imprinted on his soul. It was not a statement of condemnation towards sin one had already committed or a statement in reference to the original sin committed in that garden eons ago. It was a test of the soul, a judgement of what he was about to do, and what his heart was set upon now.
For one Shirou Emiya, the answer was simple. He was here to find Saber. Nothing more and nothing less. He had his heart set on her alone, with no intention to hurt or harm anyone ever again. It did not judge on the sin he might commit, but the sin that his heart was set upon. And for Shirou Emiya, there was no more sin in his heart, just joy at the reunion he had awaited for centuries.
"Turn back, what you are looking for no longer waits for you." The voice of a phantom sounded, but Shirou would not be deterred. He stepped into the blinding star glowing in the distance.
The world lit up in color as a landscape formed around him.
It was… beautiful. As the world formed around Shirou, his breath caught in his throat. Before him stretched an endless field of pink flowers, gently swaying in a warm breeze, a sacred land that was untarnished by human hands. The sky above was a canvas of soft pastel hues, while strange floating crystals defied the laws of the texture Shirou knew. The flowers blanketed the rolling hills, painting them in a sea of pink, stretching to the horizon. Even the ground appeared to sparkle. This is the land born of dreams, the original paradise, Avalon.
And as beautiful as the land around him was, it paled in comparison to what awaited in the middle of the field of flowers. It was her.
Her face was the exact same as he remembered it. Her heart shaped head, her almond shaped eyes, her thin nose and delicate expression. Thin eyebrows and lips rested on her face and drew attention to her eyes… eyes that were a striking green blue, warm in emotion yet the color of ice. Her hair hung down with long bangs covering her forehead and two longer tufts in front of the ears that went down to her chin. There was a single short braid in her hair that wrapped around her head like a crown. A dark colored bow behind her head tied neatly to hold up her hair. The hair was the same lustrous blonde platinum that he pictured so vividly every night. It was longer than he had thought, trailing all the way to her knees, but she must have just grown it out for him. She was perfect.
She stood there staring at him the warmest of smiles, her eyes soft enough to melt the coldest of hearts, but Shirou's already had never been warmer. Avalon sang out in joy from within his chest at the sight of her. She stood there with her hands folded in front of her, thumbs nervously twiddling together. She was clad in a black and white dress with blue ribbons everywhere and a cutout to show off her smooth stomach. Her boots went past her knees and showed off her perfect thighs. Her full bust strained against her top with every breath, even more magnificent than he remembered.
Shirou's legs pumped on their own accord as he closed the distance between them. Saber stood there waiting for him, and he couldn't- and didn't want to stop the widest grin from appearing on his face. The flowers were trampled underfoot as he ran to her without regard for anything else.
Finally, they were face to face again. He leaned in, his heart hammering against his chest, feeling like it was going to burst from his ribcage. He took her cheeks in his hands and kissed her, whispering her name, "Saber," against her soft, inviting lips. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she drew him closer. Their mouths moved together in a dance that had been five centuries in the making, tongues exploring and reacquainting themselves with a passion that had never truly faded. He pushed up into her mouth with his tongue... had she always been this tall?
Her body pressed against his, and Shirou felt his own arousal growing. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now it was real. He broke the kiss, his breath ragged, and looked into her eyes. "Saber," he murmured again, his voice filled with emotion. "It's... it's been so long... I pursued endlessly, and you waited for me... finally you are here in my arms."
The woman in front of him, who could only be the one he loved, giggled sweetly and leaned in closer. "Shirou," she whispered, her voice like a gentle caress against his skin. "I've missed you."
The warmth of her voice washed over him like a wave, filling the empty spaces within him with a fiery passion that had lain dormant for centuries. His hands, seemingly of their own accord, slid down to her waist, pulling her even closer so that their bodies were aligned in a way that left no doubt of his desire. She felt so real, so alive in his arms.
Her hands found their way to his shoulders, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles beneath his shirt, sending shivers down his spine. Her touch was gentle yet firm, a silent promise of the power that lay within her slender frame. As they kissed, Shirou's thoughts raced back to their brief time together, the battles they had fought, the moments of joy they had shared, and the sorrow of their inevitable parting.
Shirou's hands grew bolder, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her dress. They filled his palms more fully than he had remembered, and the softness of her flesh made his heart race. Her gasp was muffled by their kisses, and she arched into his touch, her own hands tightening around his neck. The fabric was no barrier to the heat of their desire, and Shirou could feel her nipples harden under his touch. His thumbs brushed against the sensitive peaks, eliciting a moan that made his body ache.
They stumbled backwards, their passion leading them to a gentle hill, the soft petals of the pink flowers enveloping them as they fell. Shirou's hands found the zipper at the back of her dress, and with trembling fingers, he unzipped it slowly, exposing her naked back to the cool air. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, a canvas of pure white that stood out against the vibrant colors of the land around them. He kissed the nape of her neck, feeling her shiver under his lips. The dress pooled around her waist, revealing her long, slender legs and the lacy underwear that barely contained her arousal.
Saber's hands began to wander as well, slipping under his shirt to caress the muscles of his chest. Her nails lightly scraped against his skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body that made him moan into her mouth. He sat up, his eyes never leaving hers, and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned torso and the faint scars that marred his otherwise flawless skin. He leaned back down to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to elicit a gasp.
Her own clothes soon followed, each layer peeling away to reveal more of her beauty. Her bra which matched the rest of her outfit, fell away, exposing her full breasts to the light. They were more than a handful, her nipples a dark shade of pink that begged for his attention. He took one in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and eliciting another gasp from her lips. Her hands found their way to his hair, holding him in place as she arched her back, pushing her chest into him.
Their passion grew more intense, their kisses turning desperate, as if they were trying to devour each other. He pushed her back further into the flowers, his hands sliding down to remove her panties, revealing her most intimate area. She was already wet with anticipation, and he could smell the sweet scent of her arousal in the air.
Shirou's own pants were next, and he kicked them off hastily, his erection springing free. It had been centuries since he had felt this need, this urgency. He paused for a moment, looking at her, taking in the sight of her beauty, laid bare before him. Her skin was flushed, her breathing shallow, and her eyes burned with the same desire that consumed him.
Without a word, they moved together, their bodies fitting as if they had never been apart. He positioned himself at her entrance, and with a gentle push, he entered her, feeling her tightness engulf him. She was even tighter than he remembered, and it brought a moan of pleasure from his throat. He began to move slowly, savoring the feeling of her around him. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that he had yearned for through countless lonely nights.
Saber's legs wrapped around his waist, and she pushed against him, urging him deeper. He complied, his movements growing more forceful as he lost himself in the moment. Her eyes never left his, a silent communication of love and need that transcended time and space. Her nails dug into his back as she met each of his thrusts, her breath hitching in her throat.
Her body felt so familiar yet so new to him. The way she moved, the sounds she made, it was like he was experiencing her all over again for the first time. And in that moment, all the pain and sacrifice he had endured to find her melted away. All that mattered was the here and now, the warmth of her embrace, the heat of her body against his.
Their love-making grew more fervent with each passing moment, the rhythm of their bodies setting the pace for their hearts. Her hands roamed over his back, her nails raking his skin as she pulled him closer, urging him to take her harder, faster. He obliged, his hips driving into hers with a passion that had been simmering for centuries. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, a symphony of love that resonated with the scabbard singing in his soul.
Shirou's eyes never left hers, drowning in the depths of her icy blue gaze that seemed to burn with a fiery longing. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the nipples erect and sensitive to every touch. He leaned down to capture one in his mouth again, feeling her body tighten around him in response. Her legs tightened their grip around his waist, her heels digging into his back, urging him to go deeper, faster, harder.
The sensation grew unbearable, and with a guttural cry, Shirou reached his peak. He spilled his seed into her, feeling her walls clench around him as if to hold him within her forever. Her nails dug into his skin, leaving trails of fire along his back, and she arched upwards, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt him fill her completely. "Saber!" he shouted, his voice hoarse with emotion as he came, the force of his release pulsing through him, leaving him trembling.
Their bodies remained entwined, their breathing ragged and erratic as they rode out the aftershocks of their union. The scent of their love lingered in the air, mingling with the fragrance of the surrounding flowers. The gentle whispers of the wind played with their hair, a soft serenade to their reunion.
"I love you, Saber," Shirou whispered to her as he lay on top of her naked form. Morgan smiled up at him, "And I love you my sheathe, forever and always." She was a bit disappointed in his performance in all honesty. When she had seen that his cock was a foot in length, she had expected to be given a nice long ride and to draw out the experience… but he had underwhelmed completely. He had hardly lasted five minutes, and his thrusts were frantic like a rutting animal, completely wasting his natural talents. The only reason that Morgan had finished at all, was the thrill of stealing him from her sister that made every touch feel like tongues of fire. Artoria had stolen Britain from her, the most precious thing in the world to her, so it was only fair that she take her sister's most prized possession. And Artoria had no one to blame but herself.
She smiled at him brilliantly as he pushed himself off of her, his cock still slightly hard sliding out of her. "That was wonderful," Morgan lied. She wanted this encounter to end, she had gotten her revenge on Artoria, there was no reason to continue. And it would hurt Artoria just as much to see her beloved Shirou wandering Avalon forever alone, believing that Saber had abandoned him right after their reunion. Most of that wasn't even untrue.
"Wha-" Morgan cried out in surprise as she felt something wet on her foot. "What are you doing!?"
Shirou looked up at her with a warm smile. "Have I ever told you how much I love your feet? I love the delicate arches." he said, kissing the tip of one of her toes. "And your legs, so long and beautiful, they make me feel like I could climb you forever." His voice was a gentle purr against her skin as he worked his way up, kissing her calf, the back of her knee, and her inner thigh. Each touch, each kiss, was a declaration of his love, a silent vow that he would cherish every part of her for as long as he lived. She watched him with a mix of pleasure and amusement, her cheeks flushing as his warm lips moved higher.
Morgan's breath caught as his mouth reached her stomach. His kisses grew softer, more tender, as if he were afraid to bruise the delicate skin. He placed a kiss right above her navel, and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as his tongue swirled around the sensitive spot. It tingled.
"And your stomach," he murmured, "so smooth and soft." He paused, looking up at her with those fiery amber eyes. "Saber, your body is the pinnacle of perfection." He took his time, savoring every inch, his lips moving in a pattern that made her squirm with pleasure. Why was she responding like this?
Her eyes grew heavy with desire as his kisses grew more urgent, his hands caressing her waist and hips. "Saber," he whispered, "you are everything to me." He kissed her belly button, swirling his tongue around it, and she felt a jolt of sensation that made her back arch off the petal-covered ground. His mouth continued to explore, leaving a trail of wetness and love in its wake. His words were a sweet balm to her soul, a reminder of their bond that transcended time. "I love you so much."
Shirou's hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts once more. He took his time, his thumbs flicking her nipples until they were hard peaks that begged for his mouth. "Your breasts," he murmured, "so full and perfect." He took one in his mouth, sucking gently, and she moaned his name, her hands tangling in his hair. He kissed his way up her chest, her neck, and finally found her mouth again. His tongue slid against hers, a gentle reminder of what was to come. "You are perfect Saber, everything about you is unrivaled."
Morgan felt her own desire build as she melted into the kiss, her body responding to his tender touch. It was so unlike the frantic pace of the first round. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so cherished. His hands were everywhere, leaving her skin burning as he explored every curve and angle of her body as if he had just discovered the most precious treasure in the world. She knew it was not her he desired, just the idea of her sister... but it felt nice. And surely this tender sex and worship of her was what Artoria deserved to see... She decided to give in to the moment, to let him have her again, and to enjoy the feeling of being desired by someone as earnest and naive as Shirou.
Shirou broke the kiss, his eyes shining with love and lust. "Saber, I need you," he whispered, and she could feel his arousal against her thigh. She reached down to stroke him gently, her hand feeling the velvety softness of his skin against the hardness of his cock. He groaned, his eyes closing for a brief moment before snapping open to look at her.
"I've missed you so much," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Every part of you is more beautiful than I ever remembered. In my head, you were smaller, but you're just perfect." With that, he positioned himself above her, his cock nudging at her entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of love and a hint of something else, something darker, something that Shirou couldn't quite place. He pushed it away, this was Saber, there wasn't a hint of darkness in her.
As he pushed into her once more, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she let out a low moan of pleasure. "I've missed you too, Shirou," she murmured, her voice a soft caress that sent shivers down his spine. He began to move, his hips rocking into hers in a steady, slow rhythm that made her toes curl. It was a lie, but she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the fact that he liked the bigger and better version more than her flat sister. Would that change if he knew who she really was? Of course it would, but that made it all the more fun.
He kissed her again, his mouth moving from hers to her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, each word a gentle caress that sent waves of pleasure through her body. "Saber," he breathed, "you're so beautiful." His hands roamed over her curves, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, which had become tight and sensitive. She couldn't help but arch her back into his touch, her breathing quickening.
Shirou's movements grew more deliberate, his eyes locked on hers. He watched her face, her every reaction, as if he were trying to memorize every detail of her pleasure. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, his tongue tracing a path down to her chest. He took one of her breasts in his mouth again, his teeth grazing her nipple, and she couldn't hold back a gasp. His other hand slipped between them, his fingers finding her clit, and he began to circle it in time with his thrusts.
Her breathing grew shallower, her eyes half-lidded as she focused on the sensations he was giving her. Each stroke of his cock inside her brought her closer to the edge, and she felt her body tense. His thumb flicked over her clit faster, harder, and she could feel the tension coiling in her belly. He whispered her name, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to vibrate through her entire being. "Saber, you're so perfect," he said, his voice filled with awe and love.
Her body began to shake, the pleasure building and building until she could no longer hold back. She came with a cry, her muscles clenching around him, her nails digging into his back. He didn't stop, his pace never faltering, as if he knew she had more to give. And she did. He continued to kiss and nibble her neck, his hand working magic on her clit, and she felt herself rising again. It was as if he knew her body better than she did, knew exactly how to push her buttons to drive her wild. No man had ever been able to make her feel so alive… not even close…not for eons.
Her next orgasm hit her like a wave, crashing over her and leaving her gasping for air. She clung to him, her legs tight around his waist, her body trembling. But he wasn't done. He kept going, his kisses moving down to her chest, his cock still driving into her, filling her completely. "I love you," he whispered, his voice hoarse with passion. "I've missed you so much." And with each word, she felt herself falling deeper into the thrill of the pleasure, her body responding to his love and desire for another woman he thought was her.
He kissed her again, their tongues tangling in a dance as old as time itself. And as he moved inside her, she felt it building again. This time, it was more intense, more all-consuming. She could feel her toes curling, her muscles tightening around him. Her eyes squeezed shut, her nails scratching his back, her breath coming in pants and gasps. And then she was there, her body shattering into a million pieces of pure pleasure, each one more intense than the last.
"Saber," he groaned, his own release following closely behind hers. He collapsed onto her, his body heavy and warm, his heart racing. They lay there, panting and tangled in each other's arms, surrounded by the sweet scent of their love. The only sound was their hearts beating together, a testament to their reunion and the depth of their feelings for one another.
As their breathing slowed and their hearts found their rhythm once more, Shirou kissed her forehead. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of love and exhaustion. "Thank you for coming back to me." He didn't know it was a lie, didn't know that she was an imposter, and at that moment, it didn't matter. All that mattered was the woman in his arms, the woman he loved more than anything in the world.
Shirou pushed himself to his feet and held out a hand to Saber. For a moment, Saber bit her lip and looked away from him, making no move to grab his outstretched hand. Shirou's heart raced, had he hurt her somehow? Alas, he was just overthinking things and she was just shy, for a moment later, Saber reached out and grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet. His fingers intertwined with hers.
"Ah… where are we going Sh-Shirou?" Morgan asked as he dragged her along, her pace hurrying to keep up with his longer stride. They hadn't bothered to put clothes back on, not that there was any reason to. This was the Garden, a land free of shame… And she sort of liked the site of his muscular chest. And more importantly… it would hurt Artoria more if they walked around naked together. Yes, that was the sole reason.
"Nowhere in particular," Shirou smiled at the false servant while walking in lockstep with her. "I just missed you." He squeezed her hand tightly. "I missed this, Saber. I… missed you… it's been so long… and I-I feel like I…"
"Hardly know me?" Morgan answered with a genuine smile. "It's to be expected, Shirou, I don't remember everything either. What do you want to know?" How delicious it would be to remove every memory of her sister from his pretty little head and replace them with her? Britain had forgotten that it was her birthright because of her sister.
"Err-uh… Can we…" Shirou nervously scratched the back of his neck with his free hand, his palm growing sweaty.
Saber let go of his hand and twirled around from him, his eyes naturally drifting to her perfect and naked curves as her hair whipped against his chest. "I am the Servant Saber, the once and future King of Britain, and known to a select few as M-Viviane…" She finished with a playful smirk and a bow.
"Viviane?" Shirou questioned with a slight frown as he clasped her hand in his again.
"That's my name," Saber nodded enthusiastically.
"Are you sure?" Shirou pushed. Something about it just felt… off.
Saber frowned at him. "I think I would know my own name Shirou… The King of Britain went by Arthur, but my true name has always been Viviane."
"If you say so…" Shirou mumbled. He trusted her, but he could have sworn it was something else!
"I do!" Morgan hissed in a panic. "My name is Viviane, and I would prefer that you call me that! I haven't been called that by anyone in the last five hundred years! It's a name that I've now solely reserved for you, my love." Her anger calmed down to a warm smile as she regained control over her emotions. Even if he didn't fall for this bait and called her out as Morgan, she had already gotten what she wanted.
Shirou flinched slightly at her tone and then chuckled. "I forgot how scary you got when I did something dumb… sorry," He apologized with a slightly bowed head. "Viviane…" he tested the name on his lips. "I love that name. I'm sorry for forgetting your name Viviane."
Morgan's grin could not have stretched wider at his response. Viviane was as much her name as Morgan le Fay was- three selves different and the same that made the being that was Morgan le Fay. It was her name that he loved, not Artoria's and it was her name that would escape his lips each night. When she left him alone to waste away for all eternity, it would be her name he held in adoration, and her name not Artoria's who he claimed was the sword for his sheathe. It was the perfect revenge for Artoria turning Morgan's people against her, and stealing her country, the only thing she ever loved from her.
"Can you tell me-"
"What not even going to introduce yourself first?" Viviane tutted. "So rude."
Shirou chuckled at her directness, so unlike what he had thought he remembered her as, evidently his brain hadn't been capable of remembering everything that made her so perfect. "Sorry, my name is Shirou Emiya."
"That's it? No titles?" Viviane pouted. "How boring?"
"Uh… I've been called the wandering hero? I'm not as impressive as you are, Saber."
"Viviane," She corrected immediately. "Call me Viviane."
"Sorry."
"Did you earn that title because you were always wandering in search of this place? Avalon?"
"I wouldn't say earned. It was hoisted upon me, because I simply did as you taught me. I helped people, and was an arbiter of justice."
"Justice," Morgan scoffed, unable to help herself. "That-"
"Do you think I messed up?" Shirou was practically begging her to deny it, and for a moment Morgan was tempted to do the opposite. "I was just trying to pursue endlessly like we were told to so long ago, and it worked, it brought me back to you… how could that be a mistake?"
"Of course it's not… Justice is simply a non-defined concept. Is it justice to sacrifice the planet for a human to live a more fruitful life? Was it justice when they drained the planet to explore the stars? Why should humans be valued as if they are more than the world they lived on?"
"I've… I've never thought of it that way," Shirou admitted, his brow furrowed slightly. "I lived my entire life in pursuit of an ideal… to save everyone… That couldn't have been wrong… but maybe I should have been more careful…?"
Morgan couldn't stop herself from giggling. "I don't mean cutting down a tree, Shirou… I'm talking about attacking Gaia itself as those who drain the planet for its resources do. When humans go too far and try to drink from the inner sea of the planet because they believe that all things are theirs! That is the injustice that humans glorify in the name of progress . That is the injustice I take issue with… not your brand of it… just how humans have perverted the word." A perversion that her sister had started. Morgan had not meant to say all that… it had just slipped out as she spoke on such an infuriating subject.
"You're right, Viviane," Shirou nodded. "I always had an issue with people just choosing to pursue the future and forgetting about the people in the present… It's why I only focus on saving the people in front of me, not hypotheticals. It's not right to neglect those in need or tread others underfoot for society to move forward. It has only become worse throughout my life, with the creation of new sciences allowing them to push more and more people down so the most powerful can rise higher and higher. It's a horrible system, and all I can do is save the people in front of me."
"Yes!" Morgan cheered a bit too eagerly. "Exactly, they crush the earth just so that they can indulge their need to consume everything. It's a toxic mindset that started the day that my sister brought an end to the Age of Fae!" Oh fuck- had she just admitted to not being Saber? Her heart pounded in her chest, waiting for her lie to be called out and her to be alone , all of her hard work to be for naught.
"I somehow forgot that you were so passionate about this… about saving the planet too. I knew you cared about the people… Can you please forgive me for forgetting something so important to you, Viviane?" He spun around to face her, looking into Viviane's beautiful blue eyes and holding her gaze without flinching.
Morgan smiled, a genuine thing that she didn't really understand. "Of course, Shirou. I'm sure I've forgotten something equally important to you."
"Like what?" Shirou pushed with a slight grin as his arm came down to wrap around her waist as they walked. Morgan shivered at the contact and reflexively leaned into his touch.
Morgan turned her head directly to the right and stuck her tongue out at him with a playfulness she hadn't had since she was Morgan Pendragon, the sister of Artoria. "If I knew then I wouldn't have forgotten it silly."
Shirou gently leaned forward and pressed her lips to hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth as Morgan let out a moan in response. Her tongue fought for dominance with his. He pulled away first and pressed his forehead against hers. She fought to catch her breath, winded from the unexpected kiss. "What was that for?"
"You're adorable," Shirou replied without hesitation. "And I love you."
If Morgan had doubted for a second that Shirou truly remembered Saber, that sealed it. She could only imagine how her sister would react to being called something as girly as adorable or cute. "Of course, I am," Morgan replied with a nod and a blush.
They resumed their walk through the garden in silence, he was basking in the feeling of just being here and Morgan… she was just… still here for some reason, she didn't really understand. She should beg off to use the bathroom or something and vanish, break ties immediately… But this was nice… and it had been so long since she'd known a man's touch. She had missed it… it had nothing to do with him. She had never really enjoyed sex that much, finding it boring, but that had to be it, time had simply reawakened her feelings. That was all it was.
"Is that edible?" Shirou asked, pointing at a fruit tree filled with a ripe pink fruit that was shaped somewhat similarly to a banana.
"Why?" Morgan's hip bumped into his playfully. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes, but I was more thinking of what I was supposed to make you for dinner."
"I can cook for myself!" Morgan said defensively. "I have for years." Sure it might have tasted bland, but it was the sustenance she needed to survive, and she didn't care about anything more. Things like taste had faded over her immortal life to the point where she barely felt anything. Just as it was supposed to be with sex… so why did she want to feel Shirou's lips on hers again?
Shirou looked at her in horror… "You don't remember? I could have sworn I cooked for you during the Grail War."
Morgan turned her nose to him on principle. "Clearly your cooking wasn't that impressive then." He honestly couldn't be that good at that too, not enough to…
"I'm pretty sure you didn't say that then. Prepare to have your mind blown. You'll see," the redhead was quick to counter.
"That I am right." Morgan replied with a smirk.
"So?" Shirou prodded.
"Hmmm?"
"Is it edible?" Shirou repeated.
Morgan's cheeks flushed and she ducked her head at having forgotten the initial question before meeting his eyes with her haughtiness back in place. "There is not a thing in Avalon that isn't edible. All of the plants here were lost to time, only preserved within the Inner Sea."
"You don't have a problem with me using the plants right… if they are that rare, is it okay to use them for food?"
Morgan smiled at his concern and blushed again. Why was she doing that? "Your concern is appreciated, but I won't let them suffer any real damage. As long as you don't pull them up root and stem, there shouldn't be any problems. Do be careful though. And I won't be pleased if you waste them by making food that doesn't blow my mind ."
Shirou grinned and plucked a fruit from the tree. He took a sniff and then nibbled on the end before setting it aside. He cast structural analysis on another bunch. He went from tree to bush, to hedge, to flowers, and sampled them all before returning to the place he had left Viviane to go search for ingredients… and she was still there, laying on her stomach, with her head propped up in her hands. Her ass was sticking up slightly… and it was so much more perfect from this angle… arguably better than her bust. He was tempted to take her while she laid there, to enjoy her in every way… two rounds was not close to enough to make up for a lifetime without… but cooking took priority.
He wouldn't tolerate her not knowing how his food tasted… not when he so vividly recalled the way her face lit up with joy that first time he had cooked for her… he admittedly didn't remember what it was… but he was certain that it had happened. He would see that joy on her face again, the joy that he felt everyday he got to spend with her. The ingredients were all new, and all of his cooking utensils would have to be projected… but… he was going to make her the best meal of her life.
Morgan was not sure why she was still here, watching as Shirou spun around the kitchen he had set up in minutes. She was not sure why she was still here, watching his face intently as he cooked. He had given her the perfect opportunity to slip away… and she hadn't taken it, but instead laid down to watch him gather ingredients and blow her mind with his cooking. It was admittedly somewhat impressive how quickly he gauged what the ingredients did and chose which ones he wanted to use… at least it looked that way. It was still very possible that he was just choosing randomly… but somehow she doubted that, the pride that he spoke of his cooking with was very real.
His setup was more impressive; in the middle of a field of flowers, there was now a full kitchen complete with electric appliances, a stove, and counters to work on. It was obviously his reality marble, at least in part, but it also was not normal for one to function like that where he could just project anything with zero structural issues. He was a blur as he roved around the kitchen, his body still naked except for an apron… which made his body look even better.
A table appeared out of nothingness as he pulled the pot off the stove, two chairs sitting across from each other as well. Morgan rose to her feet and made sure to arch her back when she noticed Shirou's gaze lingering on her as he added the final touches to whatever he was making. He came out holding two large bowls and set them on the table in front of her as she took her seat. She crossed her legs, drawing his eyes to between her legs where she was still very wet, much to Morgan's annoyance.
"Your food, my Lady," Shirou bowed with an over exaggerated flourish and set the bowl in front of her.
Morgan smiled at him and peered into the bowl. "You made stew?" She was a bit disappointed, Morgan might not care about the taste, but she hated the texture of a stew, it was so much more work than just eating the ingredients plain and made the entire experience take longer for no gain. She took a heavy sigh and swallowed a spoonful.
Her mouth exploded in flavor and Morgan found herself moaning loudly much to her horror. Why did it taste so…. so… That didn't make any sense! Food couldn't be this good! Let alone stew! Her mouth had never tasted anything so incredible! "He frantically took another bite, then another, and another, and another, and another, and another… And her spoon was empty… she looked down at her bowl and was shocked to find it empty as well… had she ate it all… already…? But she wanted more.
Viviane looked up at Shirou with a light blush staining her cheeks and then back at her empty bowl, Shirou chuckled good naturedly. "Do you want more?"
Viviane looked up at him like a deer caught in the headlights. She looked at the bowl sitting untouched and Shirou standing at her side before slowly shaking her head. "Are you sure? I made extra because I knew you would respond like this."
Viviane scowled at him as her face turned as red as blood. "What is that supposed to mean?" She demanded.
"That you liked the food…? Unless you simply ate it so fast because you hated it and wanted the experience to end?" Shirou teased.
"No!" Morgan immediately denied with a violent shake of her head, her long hair whipping against her breasts with the violence of the movement. "It was splendid!"
Shirou chuckled again and pushed the bowl in front of her. "Then have more," he insisted. Her hands reflexively grabbed onto the bowl protectively.
"But what about you…?" Morgan tried to insist weakly as she inhaled the heavenly aroma of this stew from the gods.
"I'll go grab a bowl from the kitchen," Shirou promised. "Now eat." With that said he spun on his heel and slipped back into the de facto kitchen. "When he emerged from the kitchen, he was surprised to see Viviane sitting patiently for him, one hand tightly gripping her spoon, her long fingernails on the other hand drumming against the table. She had waited for him?
Shirou took his time in taking his seat, knowing how eager she was to begin eating again, and that she was battling to keep her composure. Her flustered face was too adorable to do anything else. He leaned back in his chair, "You know, you could've just ate before I sat down."
Viviane took a very small spoonful of stew and lifted it to her mouth. She smiled at him after she had swallowed. "I have more dignity and self respect than that as a Queen." Shirou refrained from mentioning how she had just wolfed down the bowl of stew a moment ago.
"Queen? You know… in my head, I always remembered you as a King for some reason."
Viviane's eyes widened in what almost looked like fear and her cheeks flushed yet again. "I have always been a Queen, Queen Viviane. Your memory is just faulty." Shirou smiled at her in amusement, she obviously was just covering up the fact that she now wanted to be seen as a woman by him instead of a warrior like the first time they had met. Things had changed, and that was a good thing. She shoved a spoonful of stew in her mouth to cover her embarrassment.
"I'll admit your cooking is divine, I've never tasted anything like it… How did you do it? Strengthening on the ingredients?" Morgan pushed. "The bramble root has never had this much flavor."
Shirou's brow furrowed at the question. "Is that actually possible? I'm pretty sure I remember being told that strengthening food was dangerous."
"Usually it is," Morgan agreed between bites. "But you have a reality marble, those tend to follow different rules."
Shirou blinked twice. "You know about that… I could've sworn that I didn't discover that until I was in Russia…"
Morgan flushed. "I've lived a long time, Shirou, and seen reality marbles before. When you know what to look for, it's not that difficult to recognize you have one. So what is it?"
"Hmm?"
"Show me your reality marble! I want to see it!"
"Not during dinner, I'll show you later," Shirou replied, squirming slightly. His soul was…
Morgan pouted at him. "I'll hold you to that."
"So tell me about our new home," Shirou asked to change the subject from the ugliness of his soul.
"This is Avalon, the original concept of paradise, and the only place untouched by human corruption…" Morgan wasn't sure how long she explained what the Garden was to Shirou, but she hadn't been able to stop. The way he leaned across the table and stared at her as she rambled- somewhat incoherently- about the place her existence began and had lived in for most of her life. "Uh… any questions?"
"So where do we live in this perfect garden? Just sleep naked under the stars together?"
Morgan's cheeks flushed at the vivid image that appeared in her mind's eye before shaking it away. "No. I have a small cottage just over the hill and take a left at the river and follow it till you reach there… it's not anything grand or anything… but there's my bedroom, a small kitchen, and my workshop… I haven't ever needed anything else." Why had she said that? She had no intention of taking him home yet… She was supposed to be breaking away from him!
"That sounds perfect," Shirou had the warmest of smiles that melted her cold heart for some reason. "I'm excited for the tour."
Morgan sighed in defeat, somehow, he was coming home with her, and somehow, she wasn't upset about it. She took another bite of her stew.
"Why do you look so sad?" Shirou questioned nervously. "Did I do something wrong?"
Morgan flinched at his concern. "No!" She squealed, dropping her spoon in the process. "I was just sad that the food was almost gone! That's it!"
"If you're sure Viviane," Shirou whispered. "But you can tell me anything, no matter what it is, I'll always listen, and I'll never stop loving you."
Morgan's face burned like it was pressed against the sun. "I… I… my spoon! I dropped it! I'm going to go get it!"
"You don't need to do that!" Shirou squeaked. "I can just trace you a new one!"
"No uh… it's fine I'll get it!" Viviane insisted much to his horror.
But it was too late, she was already on the ground and he watched her crawl under the table. He held his breath, hoping she wouldn't notice the state he was in, his cock was standing at full mast and was practically begging for attention, pressed against the underside of the wooden table. But she did. He saw her eyes widen and she froze for a second before her gaze locked onto his erection.
Viviane's cheeks were a rosy pink as she looked up at him through the gap between the table and his chair, her eyes sparkling with mischief and lust. "Well, it seems like I've found a dessert to go with dinner, Shirou." Why did she want to do this? This was so… not her.
Shirou's heart stopped for a moment before he felt her warm, wet mouth wrap around his length. She began to suck him off, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of him. He let out a groan of pleasure, his hands fisting in her hair as he watched her. It was an image that seemed to defy reality—his beloved queen, his Viviane, willingly worshiping his body. Her eyes met his, a question in them, but he just nodded, encouraging her.
Morgan's cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft. She had never done this before—not willingly. Yet, as she tasted him, felt his warmth, and heard the noises of pleasure she was drawing from him, she found that she enjoyed it for some reason. It had always been a demeaning thing that she did solely to manipulate a man... but for some reason, Shirou was different... he tasted good, and she wanted more. It had to be the thrill of stealing her sister's man... and making him hers in totality. There was no other reason.
Shirou's breath was shallow as he watched her, his body tight with anticipation. He whispered her name, "Viviane," over and over, each time a little more desperately. He was lost in the moment, his thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm, only able to focus on the heavenly feeling of her mouth on him.
Their eyes remained locked, a silent conversation passing between them as their bodies danced in this intimate rhythm. He felt her hand slide up his thigh, her fingers lightly tracing the veins leading up to his cock. It was as if she was committing his body to memory, exploring every inch of him with a gentle curiosity that made him ache.
With every stroke of her tongue, every suck of her lips, he felt himself getting closer to the edge. He didn't know how much more he could take. His hips began to move slightly, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. He had never felt so alive, so wanted. "Viviane," he murmured, "you're so beautiful."
Morgan, still kneeling beneath the table, felt a strange warmth spread through her at his words. Why did she crave his praise so much? Here she was, taking his cock in her mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and it was his voice that was guiding her, his pleasure that she sought and craved even over her own... she just wanted to make him happy.
Shirou's eyes searched hers, filled with a passion that seemed to transcend the very fabric of existence. His grip on the chair tightened, and his thighs trembled slightly as she took him deeper, her mouth moving with a newfound hunger. The soft sounds of her suckling filled the air, a sweet melody that seemed to resonate within his soul.
He reached down to cradle her cheek, his thumb brushing against the corner of her mouth, smearing the precum that had begun to leak from his tip. "Viviane," he whispered, "you're perfect." The tenderness in his voice made her heart ache in a way she had never felt before. Was this love? Was this what it felt like to truly be cherished? Had she just been missing this all her life? No… it was the thrill of hurting her sister. It had to be.
Morgan's eyes watered slightly as she took him in deeper, her throat constricting around his thick shaft. She had never felt so alive, so...so connected to someone. Her hand reached up to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm as she continued to suck him off. He let out a strangled gasp, his hips jerking involuntarily. It only spurred her to increase her pace.
Shirou leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her worship his cock with her mouth. It was as if she was telling him a story with every movement of her tongue, every flick of her wrist. And he was enthralled by it. He whispered sweet nothings to her, words of love and adoration that seemed to resonate within her very being.
"I've missed you so much, my love," he murmured, his voice strained with lust. "I had somehow forgotten how much I love you."
Morgan felt a tear slip down her cheek as she bobbed her head, her eyes never leaving his. This was not what she had planned, not what she had expected when she had decided to seduce him to hurt her sister. Yet, she couldn't deny the emotions that were welling up inside of her... this was... it was so much better than she could have ever expected… Why did stealing Artoria's man make her heart race like this? Because it was Shirou .
Shirou's breath grew ragged, and she could feel his orgasm approaching. He tightened his grip in her hair, guiding her movements slightly, urging her faster and harder. Morgan obeyed without question, her own desires completely in sync with his
And when he finally came, it was with a roar that seemed to shake the very heavens themselves. He emptied himself into her mouth, his hot seed filling her as she swallowed every drop. Somehow, against all odds, even his cum tasted better than should be possible. Her previous experience with semen was salty and gross… but his was different… for some reason. And when it was over, she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and something else... something she couldn't quite put into words. It wasn't about control this time .
Shirou leaned down to kiss her, his mouth claiming hers in a fiery kiss that seemed to last an eternity. He tasted himself on her lips, and it was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced.
As they broke apart, both panting and flushed, he whispered against her mouth, "Thank you, my Queen." Morgan, her heart racing, could only nod in response. For the first time in centuries, she felt something stirring within her, something that was not anger or spite or emptiness. It was a feeling she hadn't felt in so long, if ever, and she couldn't label it.
"Get up," Shirou ordered as he dismissed the dishes back into motes of prana, leaving the table completely bare. Viviane, still breathless and flushed from her own pleasure, watched in bewilderment as he helped her to her feet. "Lie down," he instructed, pointing at the spot where their meal had just been.
Morgan hesitated, unsure of what he had planned, but the fiery determination in his eyes made it clear he wasn't taking no for an answer. She obeyed, her heart racing as she lay down on the cool, polished wood. She watched as he knelt between her legs, his gaze intense and hungry. "What are you doing?" she whispered, thoroughly confused.
Shirou didn't answer; instead, he leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over her already-sensitive folds. He placed a gentle kiss on her inner thigh, sending a shiver up her spine. "Viviane," he murmured, "you're so beautiful here. I've wanted to do this for so long." With that, his tongue flicked out, tasting her, and Morgan's world shattered. Men could do this!?
It was a sensation she had never experienced before, and it was overwhelming. Her body arched off the table as he explored her with a tender fervor that seemed to speak of a love deeper than she had ever known. His tongue danced over her clit, swirling and teasing, while his fingers delved into her depths. The pleasure was so intense she could hardly breathe. "Shirou," she gasped, her thighs squeezing around his head.
He took his time, his mouth worshiping her with a dedication that seemed almost religious. He licked and kissed her, his tongue delving into her wetness with an enthusiasm that spoke volumes. "Viviane," he murmured, "I love you so much."
The words sent a shockwave through her, and she felt something give way deep inside. It was as if the dam that had held back her true self for so long had finally broken. She moaned, her legs trembling as she felt herself approaching climax. Shirou was relentless, his tongue moving in a rhythm that made her see stars.
Her body convulsed as she came, her orgasm ripping through her like a tempest. "Shirou!" She hollered as her hands scrabbled for purchase in his hair. She had never felt anything so powerful, so all-consuming. And when it was over, she was left gasping for air, her legs weak and her body trembling.
Shirou looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You taste so sweet," he murmured, kissing her once more before standing up. "Now, let's see if I can make you scream again."
Viviane could only nod, unable to form coherent words as she watched him climb onto the table, his cock standing proud and ready. He positioned himself between her thighs, his tip teasing her entrance. "Look at me," he demanded, and she obeyed, her eyes locking onto his.
As he pushed into her, she felt a connection that was more than just physical. It was as if their souls were merging, becoming one through the sword and sheath that connected them. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his back as he began to move. It was slow and deliberate, each stroke designed to drive her closer and closer to the edge.
Their eyes remained locked, a silent conversation passing between them as their bodies danced in perfect harmony. He whispered sweet nothings to her, telling her how much he loved her, how much he had missed her, and Morgan could feel the truth of his words resonating deep within. And she enjoyed every compliment more than the last… More than her sister's suffering.
The orgasm built within her, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to have no end. Shirou watched her face, reading her every expression, his own face a mask of concentration and love. When she finally came again, it was with a scream that echoed through the garden. "Shirou!" She hollered louder than she had ever yelled in her life.
As he continued to move within her, Viviane felt something she hadn't felt in a very long time: joy. This man, this kind, loving soul, had somehow found a way to break through her barriers and touch her heart. Somehow… against her will.
Shirou's own release washed over him, and he collapsed onto her, his body spent. They lay there for a long moment, their hearts pounding in unison, the only sound in the quiet night air. "I love you," he whispered against her neck, as his hips started to buck once again.
Morgan, her heart racing, could feel the heat of Shirou's love as he hovered over her, his body a canvas of passionate desire. He was so earnest, so focused on her, that she almost believed she truly was the one he had sought for centuries. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his firm, muscular back as he pushed himself inside her once more. She moaned, the feeling of his warmth filling her, a sensation she hadn't felt in an eternity.
Shirou leaned down, his amber eyes searching hers as he began to move. His hips rocked in a gentle rhythm, a silent testament to his love and his need for her. "Viviane," he whispered, her name like a prayer on his lips. "I've missed you so much."
Morgan's eyes fluttered shut, a soft "Mm" escaping her as he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin lightly. She felt his love, a warmth that seemed to seep into every part of her being, and she didn't want it to end. His thrusts grew more insistent, his breathing more ragged, and she knew he was close. She met his gaze, her own eyes filled with a mix of emotions she couldn't quite name. "I've missed you too," she murmured, and it was almost true. She had missed what she had never had.
Shirou's movements grew faster, more urgent. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove himself deeper and deeper. "Look at me," he whispered, his voice thick with passion. "I need to see your eyes."
Viviane obeyed, her eyes locking onto his as he claimed her, his love shining through with every stroke. It was as if she could see into his soul, as if all the secrets of the universe were laid bare before her. And in that moment, she felt something she had never felt before—a connection so profound it was almost painful.
"I'm close," she panted, her nails scratching at his back. "I'm so close."
"Come for me," he growled, his hips pumping faster. "Let me feel you come around me."
With a cry that seemed torn from the very core of her being, Morgan shattered, her body arching off the table as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Shirou followed, his own climax a white-hot explosion that seemed to go on forever.
When it was over, they lay there, panting and entwined, the only sound their hearts beating together. Shirou's arms tightened around her, holding her close as if he would never let go. "I love you," he murmured, kissing her forehead.
Morgan, her body still trembling with aftershocks, whispered the words she had never thought she would say to him, "And I... I love you too, Shirou." It was a lie, it had to be, but at that moment, it felt like the most truthful thing she had ever said.
The next chapter is where Morgan reveals the truth. If you want to stop here and have Shirou spend the rest of his life unaware you can.