Prompt: Lancer Altria Alter is living happily with her lover Shirou at his house. Everything is perfect, until Shinji asks them to stay at their house out of fear of his grandfather after he loses the Holy Grail War. Lancer Altria Alter doesn't really want anything to do with that scum but Shirou accepts with the blessing of Sakura. In the following weeks Lancer Altria Alter comes to know something about Shinji that is way better than Shirou and starts enjoying it behind his back, much to the thrill of a certain Matou.
Tags: Shinji Matou/Altria Lancer Alter, Shirou Emiya, Sakura Matou, NTR, Cheating, Size Queen, vaginal, oral, anal, hidden sex
Obviously, the correct version of Artoria Pendragon's name is Artoria. I will not debate that. That being said, I believe in only using Artoria for the Saber and her Alter. Altria is for the Lancer variants and the Lostbelt version is Castoria.
This is mostly because my brain struggles not to merge the characters when they share the exact same name, and there is not enough overlap across Saber/Lancer in terms of personality to want that to be the case. And class names only work so well when they all technically could be in multiple classes.
Anyways enjoy Shirou getting cucked!
"Emiya, wait up!" Shinji Matou ran after Shirou as he walked home from school. "I need to talk to you!" Shirou's servant from the Fifth Holy Grail War, was by his side, having been stationed by the gates waiting for her Master. Her tall and dark figure was imposing, and despite the war ending, she still looked the part of a legend. Shinji did not know how his servant still remained after the war, it was supposed to be impossible. But the King of Storms did not care about possible. It was infuriating that Emiya of all people got to keep his servant when Shinji was stuck with the most useless of servants, that foolish Rider and now nobody.
"What do you want, Matou?" Shirou's voice was cold. It was a stark change in the one who had called Shinji a friend for years, despite his poor treatment of Shirou. It was also a very justified change with how many innocents Shinji had hurt during the grail war. How close he had come to killing Sakura… and his lack of remorse until the end.
"I just want to talk, Emiya!" He begged.
Lancer stepped in front of Shirou, her dark blue waistcoat straining against her bust. "Shirou has no reason to speak with you," her voice was firm and absolute.
"Wait please! I know I fucked up okay! I shouldn't have been so reckless," Shinji gritted his teeth at the admission, damm his grandfather for putting him in this situation. "I fucked up! I shouldn't have gotten so desperate as to involve civilians!" Because it would jeopardize the secrecy of Magecraft and make both Emiya and Tohsaka his enemy, and that had been his mistake.
Shirou stopped walking and took a step towards Shinji. "Fine. I'll hear you out."
"Thank you!" Shinji sighed in relief. "I need-"
"I don't care what you want Matou, I'm offering to hear your apology."
Shinji wanted to scream, but knew that would be the end of any chance he had to get Shirou's help so he forced a smile. "Of course Emiya," his cheeks hurt from the forced smile. He was in fucking pain, he didn't care about this shit! "I was getting ahead of myself."
"I…" He swallowed his pride. "I should not have utilized Blood Fort Andromeda in the manner that I did. It was reckless… and it might have killed Sakura. I won't apologize for trying to win the war… but there was a better way to do it."
"And?" Shirou prodded.
"I shouldn't have ordered Rider to hunt civilians for magical energy… I just…" It wasn't my fault, if Rider wasn't so useless, if I just had circuits then… "I'm sorry. I can't make up for the evil that I committed in my greed."
Shirou smiled slightly at him, looking like a patronizing older brother. "And what are you doing to make amends?"
Shinji's draw dropped. "What!? Make amends? What are you talking about!" He couldn't keep the snark away no matter how fragile the situation was. "I don't know, Emiya, perhaps I'm not draining people anymore!" Because I lost.
Shirou sighed and turned his back to Shinji. "Then I guess you haven't really changed." He walked away with Altria Alter in lockstep behind him.
"Wait! Emiya!" Shinji wailed desperately. Shirou did not look back. "Please! I'm begging you!"
Not even a flinch.
"Emiya!" He sprinted after him, uncaring of the burning sensation in his legs. "I need your help! Aren't you supposed to be some sort of savior! So save me! Please!"
Shirou flinched, stumbled, but kept on walking. "Dammit Emiya!" His hands fumbled with his belt, uncaring that they were in public. "Just look at me before you turn your back on me!" His pants dropped to the concrete, a car honked at him for the public indecency, but Shinji didn't care. "Look at me Emiya!" He screamed. "I am humiliating myself for this! I am that fucking desperate! At least fucking look at me!"
Shirou slowly turned on a swivel to look at Shinji, standing there on the sidewalk with his pants around his ankles. His servant mered his movements and they both gasped at the sight- for different reasons. Shirou ignored the huge bulge in his boxers to look at his legs. They were cut up and broken- the skin was peeled away and rubbed raw. There were bite marks everywhere from tiny sets of teeth, running up just past his knees. Some of the gashes were deep enough to see muscle and bone underneath. It was a miracle of modern magecraft that Shinji was even able to stand.
"What- what happened to you, Matou?" Shirou whispered with pity.
Shinji glared at him and pulled up his pants. "My grandfather! That ungrateful bastard! He threatened to turn me! Me! Shinji Matou! Into a breeding ground for his worms! He declared me worthless!"
"You are," Altria Alter nodded, her bored gaze drifting back over to her Master.
"Altria," Shirou scolded. "Why should I care about your suffering, Matou? Sakura suffered under your roof for years… what was it? She just fell? That was your words was it not? Did you fall too?"
"Damm it, Emiya!" Shinji snarled. "I was fucking awful to Sakura, you don't have to remind me of that! That is in the past now! I can't go back and undo it! I let her suffer to save myself! But now she is gone! And grandfather blames me for that!"
"Is that not justice?" Altria pushed. "Seems to me like it's only fair penance for a crime like that."
"It's not," Shirou sighed. "No matter how much I dislike him, no one deserves this fate."
"Thank you!" Shinji wailed, a part of him wanted to drop to his knees, but his pride wouldn't let him.
"What is it that you need from me, Matou, surely you have other people you can turn to? If you want Zouken dead, I've already discussed it with Sakura, but there is no way to do it permanently and especially not without killing her yet. I can't help you there."
"N-no…" Shinji shook his head violently. "I just need a place to stay! I can't go back home… My grandfather is furious over the war."
"Rightfully so," Altria muttered.
"He has stripped me of all my rights as a Matou, he's declared that I'm not even worthy to bear Sakura an heir! He would rather let our bloodline die than give me anything I deserve! He only wants to use my corpse as a hive for his familiars! I can't go back! I can't! I'd rather die!" He was sobbing by the end of his explanation.
"I would be happy to oblige-"
"Altria," Shirou scolded once again. "So why me? Surely, there are other places you can stay? You have plenty of friends at school. Why not ask one of them instead of the guy you hate?"
"I don't hate you," Shinji lied.
Shirou just raised an eyebrow at him.
"You're the only person aside from maybe Tohsaka in this town that grandfather won't make moves against. And Tohsaka hasn't been at school for weeks! You still have a servant, and not only that, it's King Arthur. He has yet to make a move against you, even with Sakura living in your home for the last three months… and he actually likes Sakura!"
"So you come to Shirou's kingdom and beg for refugee status, despite your past enmity? In Britain we have a word for those like you- cowards. Worms who only exist to be trampled by creatures with spines.
Shinji held back his angry retort and dipped his head so they wouldn't see the rage burning in his eyes. He wanted to lash out, to scream that he was Shinji Matou and would not be talked down to… but he needed this… Shirou, and so he held his tongue.
Shirou sighed once again, how old was he again? "I understand your reasoning, but this isn't my decision."
"What do you mean this isn't your decision!?" Shinji roared. "It's your house!"
"Sakura."
Oh. Shinji was fucked. "Surely, you can…"
"I will not risk harm coming to Sakura by taking you in, I want to save you, no one deserves to suffer like that, but Sakura always has been and always will be first priority."
"But…" Shinji scrambled desperately.
"Wait outside with Altria," Shirou commanded, turning away from Shinji once again. "I will speak with Sakura and come back to inform you of her verdict. Regardless of what she decides, we will try to accelerate our plans against Zouken."
"Wait!" Shinji cried out desperately. He wanted to tell Shirou to be a man and simply tell Sakura to let him stay, he wanted to beg to speak to Sakura himself, to threaten Sakura. He wanted… he wanted… "Tell Sakura… I'm sorry." That I didn't rape you hard enough that you were actually loyal.
Shirou nodded and went inside, leaving Shinji alone with the terrifying King of Storms he was hoping to hide behind. "So-"
"I do not care for anything you have to say. Soon, Sakura will reject your request for asylum and the world will be rid of you."
"Aren't you a barrel of sunshine?" Shinji grumbled. But he agreed. When Sakura inevitably rejected his demand, he was going to have to make a run for it, flee the town and try to get as much distance from Zouken as possible… or maybe he could go to the church? The new Priest couldn't be as monstrous as Kotomine right? And the church was supposed to have defenses against people like his grandfather! He would have to swear to a life of celibacy and preach a god he knew didn't exist, but he would do it! He just would not die or become his grandfather's vessel!
Shirou came back out almost immediately, Shinji wasn't surprised. Sakura was always going to inevitably reject him. "She wants to speak with you," his voice was curt. Shinji was certain that Sakura just wanted to see his face fall in person when he heard her rejection.
Shinji followed Shirou through the house, it was the same as it was when Shinji was last here, just under a year ago, but now Sakura had a permanent room here. It was decorated too, perhaps the only one in the mansion that was. The walls were mostly plastered in photos and paintings of cherry blossoms. Two photographs sat on the desk- one of her real sister, Rin; and the other of Shirou Emiya. The picture of Emiya was larger than the other. Unlike Shirou's room devoid of everything, or Sakura's room at the Matou home, this room had a bookshelf stocked full of books.
"Oniisan," Sakura greeted with a smile from the cushion she was sitting on. "Have a seat. You can leave us Senpai, I'll be fine on my own."
"Are you sure?" Shirou pushed. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."
Sakura shook her head sadly at him. "It's because I don't want to, that I have to do this. I'll be fine. You can wait right by the door, if you're that worried."
Shirou pursed his lips but acquiesced to her request. "Alright, but I'll be just outside if you need me."
The door slid shut behind him with a click, leaving Shinji alone with his estranged sister. "Please, have a seat," Sakura insisted.
Shinji swallowed audibly. "I don't really see the point, if you're going to reject me, then just do it now."
"Sit." Sakura insisted. "If I was going to immediately turn you away, I wouldn't have a second teacup set out, now would I?"
"You know I don't like tea," Shinji grumbled even as he took his seat on the cushion across from her.
She filled his teacup with an uncanny grin. "Drink up," she demanded.
Shinji took a sip of the bitter swill, and forced himself to swallow. "Look, Sakura," Shinji began. "I wanted to apologize… I-"
"I don't care," Sakura cut him off. "Your apology means nothing to me."
He slammed his tea cup on the table. "Then what is the point of all this? Why meet with me, if you won't let me speak!"
She smiled patronizingly. "Why do you think you are here, Oniisan?"
"To get shelter from-""
"Wrong. You are here because Senpai wants to protect you," Sakura explained patiently. "It has nothing to do with what you want."
Ïn spite of himself, Shinji couldn't help but argue. "But Shirou left it up to you."
"He did," Sakura nodded. "And the only reason I am speaking with you is because Shirou wants to protect you. Senpai left that decision up to me, but I know that when you inevitably get yourself killed, Shirou will blame himself. And I can't have Senpai hurting himself. That is your only purpose in life, Shinji, to assuage Shirou's guilt and allow me to mend his heart."
"Does that mean… you're letting me stay?" Shinji gasped. He was safe! He didn't have to run! He wasn't going to die… or worse!
"Under two conditions."
"Of course," Shinji nodded eagerly. "Anything."
"You will not so much as lay a finger on me. I belong to Shirou now, not you or grandfather."
"Isn't Shirou dating his servant?" Shinji voiced his thought without thinking.
Sakura just grinned at him. "As I was saying, you will not lay a finger on me. Nor will you so much as displace a single hair from my Shirou's head." She turned away from him and looked out the window. "Other than that, I don't care what you do. You can rape anyone else you like for all I care… Although, I suppose you can't rape Rin-niisan either," she added with an unhinged giggle.
Shinji gaped at her.
"Do you accept my terms?" Her voice was cold. Who was this and what had happened to the shy and timid Sakura from before the grail war?
Shinji nodded mutely. "Of course, I would never think of harming you, Emiya, or his servant." That was maybe laying it on a bit thick, but he was still bartering for his life.
Sakura pouted at him. "How unattentive of you," She muttered before grinning and raising her voice. "Senpai! You can come back now!"
The door slid open before the final syllable had left her lips, Sakura sat there demurely, staring up at Shirou. "I've opted to let oniisan stay here for the time being."
Shirou blinked in surprise. "Are you… sure? I know that-"
"I am Senpai," Sakura insisted. "I think it'll be good for me to have him here with you and especially Altria there as well."
"If… If you're sure," Shirou muttered. "Matou, if you ever do anything to displease Sakura, anything at all, then you will be out the door immediately. Her happiness is worth more to me than yours." Or your life.
"Sakura has absolute authority on all things regarding you, if she tells you to chop the vegetables then you will. If she tells you to do her homework, you will. If she decides you are breathing too loudly, and wants you gone because of it, you will be out the door. Is that understood?"
"Ooh," Sakura cooed. "Twirl like a ballerina! I want to see that!"
Shirou chuckled good naturedly, but did nothing to protest Sakura's outrageous demand. What happened to only caring about if I touched you or Emiya .
Shinji gritted his teeth and spun in a circle.
"Not like that," Sakura tutted. "You have to lift your arms above your head and stand on one foot- and on your tip toes!"
"Remind me to never get on your bad side," Shirou chuckled. "I'm glad you're doing okay, Sakura."
Bastard. I'm not! Maybe he was better off with his grandfather, his sister was the scariest Matou.
Sakura and Altria Alter sat across from each other at a bakery, both of them with sizable half-eaten cakes in front of them. It was not as good as Shirou's baking, but he didn't make cakes often enough, and it was an adequate replacement for when they were out of the house.
Sakura and Altria had been going out together for three months now. When Sakura had first moved in with Shirou towards the end of the grail war, the two had tried their best to ignore each other. Altria Alter was already Shirou's lover by that point, and the only one who didn't know that Sakura coveted that position was Shirou himself. They didn't but heads, they just refused to acknowledge each other
The war had ended soon after, and to the surprise of everyone, Altria Alter had remained in the world despite the destruction of the Holy Grail. Shirou had used all three of his command spells to incarnate the servant, and miraculously, it had worked. Altria remained. And with her a mainstay in their home, Shirou was not willing to accept the rift between the two people he cared the most about… well three counting Rin but they both got along fine with her.
So Shirou had forced them all to hang out together. The first few times had been awkward, everyone talking exclusively to Shirou and him trying to manage two different conversations and force them to interact through him. He had tried doing that three times before giving up and declaring that he had arranged for them to go bowling just the two of them and forced them out the door. They had not said a word to each other that entire time, and only went to satisfy Shirou. So the next time, Shirou had sent them off for a day together, he had offered to make them a cheesecake if they could tell him three new things about each other when they returned.
The days had long since passed when they needed Shirou to twist their arms to hang out together. Altria Alter would proudly call Sakura her best friend now. Over the past three months, they had learned to get along and found that they had a lot in common beyond Shirou. Altria did not care for most people, but Sakura had carved out a place alongside Rin in her heart, and just below Shirou.
That was the only reason that Altria had not walked away the moment Sakura had opened her mouth, it was the only reason why should would hear her friend out. "Sakura," Alter whispered. "Don't-"
"I know!" Sakura exclaimed. "Sorry… I just…" She trailed off and looked back down at the table.
Altria Alter reached across the table and squeezed Sakura's hand, a rare gentle action from the stoic King of Storms. "I know… but I won't discuss that with you. Pick anything else."
"It's just… the girls at school… they always talk about that stuff and I never feel like I can join in… I feel like you're the only one that I can talk to about this. But.. I get that it's weird for you."
Altria Alter rested her eyes and sighed. "Fine."
"Really!?" Sakura's head perked up. "You're willing to talk about sex with me!" Her face flushed red as she said it out loud.
"Under one condition," Altria Alter warned. "Do not bring up Shirou or this conversation is over and you will be walking home on your own… without your cake," she added playfully at the last minute, a weak attempt to break the ice.
"Of course!" Sakura nodded instantly and began to speak.
When she was done nearly a full hour later, Altria Alter's head was spinning with all that Sakura had unloaded on her. She had known a little about how Sakura was forced to have sex by her grandfather… but not like that. And… she didn't know that Sakura thought it felt so good despite being forced to do it? She hadn't tried anything since moving in with them and had never brought it up until now… Perhaps the presence of her despicable brother was forcing her to relive those memories.
Or that Sakura's lovers hired by her grandfather were so… large. What did she mean that she had never been with a man who was smaller than ten inches? What did she mean when she claimed that he brought her to orgasm seven times before he was finished? On his worst days. Altria Alter only climaxed half of the time she was with Shirou… seven times? What would that be like? Was an orgasm not supposed to be the end? She had tried to ignore her knights speaking of their sexual escapades… but hadn't Merlin claimed that he fucked the slut unconscious? Was that a flaw of Altria as a lover? Or was Shirou…
Altria Alter maybe had asked more questions than she should have, unable to believe all the things she was hearing from Sakura. A few of them that maybe painted Shirou in a less talented light- like when she accused Sakura of lying about how many orgasms she had because of the impossible size of that thing. She honestly expected her to believe that her previous partner was over twice Shirou's size? It was impossible.
Sakura to her credit had never asked about Shirou, but just told her stories and what she found attractive in guys, and enjoyed in bed. All of it sounded alien to Altria Alter but… Her friend would not lie. The closest she had come to bringing him up for most of the conversation was asking is that not what it's like for you? Sakura had determined that it must be the difference between doing it with someone you love versus being forced to do it. That the style of sex was the difference… it was just more intense when the man was in control and fucked the woman like she was nothing but a hole.
Sex with the man you loved must be different, slower, and equal, less carnal and more focused on the feeling of belonging. She had thought it sounded wonderful and wished she could experience what she had with Shirou for herself… She had immediately apologized and told Altria that she wasn't aiming to sleep with her boyfriend, but just find a guy like him, she would never make a move on Shirou when he was together with Altria Alter. Never. Although she did joke that she would steal him instantly, if they ever broke up.
And yet… Altria Alter could not shake Sakura's words about her experience in bed… what would it be like to orgasm that much? So explosively? To be fucked from behind and get smacked around?
"Sakura," Altria whispered. The two of them were alone in the living room doing a puzzle of all things as Shirou was out getting groceries… and Shinji Matou was somewhere, Altria didn't particularly care where.
"Hmm," Sakura's head glanced up from the puzzle to lock eyes with her companion.
"Is there… something wrong with me?"
"What do you mean…?" It wasn't an immediate no.
"I…"
"You can tell me anything Altria," Sakura whispered, scooting over to place a hand on her knee.
"I tried doing it like you described…"
"Doing what?" Sakura questioned gently. Oh. Of course she wouldn't know, she hadn't spent all day for the last week thinking about that conversation.
Altria's face flushed uncharacteristically. "I… I asked Shirou to do it like you said… To take control…during… sex…"
"And it was the most incredible experience of your life," Sakura asked with a grin. "Senpai would be one to throttle all expectations."
"No!" Altria shouted. "He… finished sooner…" I didn't even orgasm once.
"Oh," Sakura gasped. "Did Shirou not know what he was doing? It might take some time for him to learn to be rough. Senpai is a very kind and gentle person at heart."
"No," Altria spoke faintly. "He was more brutal than ever… he… from behind… it was hard… and fast. He… sp-spanked me like you said."
"And?" Sakura prodded gently, a slight smile on her lips. "Did you not enjoy his touch?"
Altria's face somehow got even redder. "No… it was great. But… it ended so soon… I didn't even…"
"You didn't orgasm?" Sakura asked gently.
Altria nodded stiffly.
"Can I ask you a question? You don't have to answer if you don't want to… I'm not asking because I want to know. I just want to help you, and I can't do that if…" She twiddled her thumbs and looked out the window, away from Altria's bright red face. "How big is Shirou?"
"Whaaaaa," Altria sputtered. "I don't know… like… average size?"
"Have you ever seen another penis to know what average is?" Sakura deadpanned. "If you don't want to share that's fine but, I can't help you if you aren't honest with me."
"Five," Altria mouthed.
"Hmm, what was that?"
"Five inches," Her face glowed with shame that she didn't fully understand.
Sakura's eyes widened. "Oh. I had thought that… well, that does explain things."
"It does?"
Sakura's face was just as red as Altria Alter's now. "If Senpai is that small… then… he'll never be able to… make you orgasm… like that. You'll have more vanilla sex… but…"
"Oh, I see." Altria wasn't sure how to feel… Sakura had made sex sound so good and she had been so excited… for nothing.
"I mean it's a tradeoff that I would gladly make! Poor sex for a chance to be with Senpai? How could I not…? Sorry… I shouldn't have said that. Senpai is with you, and I'm happy for you really! Some pleasure is far greater than mindblowing sex!"
"Sakura," Altria Alter whispered. She robotically forced herself onto her feet. "I will be in my room if you need me."
Sakura nodded in understanding with her… whatever was going on. "If you're heading that way, do you mind grabbing my book for me? I think I left it in the bathroom."
Altria Alter nodded silently and retreated from the awkward situation. She walked down the hall, her mind racing with thoughts of Shirou and the size of his penis. It didn't matter, she told herself firmly. What truly mattered was the love they shared, not the size of his member. She had seen the look in his eyes when they made love, felt the tenderness in his touch, and knew that his heart was with her alone. The concept of pleasure from rough, unbridled sex that broke her mind like Sakura described was foreign to her and always would be, but she was content with the gentle, loving embrace that Shirou provided. She was content with the stolen kisses and the care he showed to her well being, not just her body. Altria Pendragon she was a warrior and a king, not some mere whore to be swayed by the whims of physical desire.
The door to the bathroom was closed, but Altria Alter didn't even pause. She was not accustomed to the modern era or polite society involving knocking even on the doors of empty bathrooms to ensure they were empty. So she simply slid the door open without a second thought.
And that's when she saw it. Shinji Matou's massive cock stood tall and proud in the bathtub, his hand moving in vigorous strokes. He was obviously unaware of her presence as his eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth were gritted. The sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoed faintly through the steam-filled room. It was a monstrous thing, easily over twice the size of what Shirou had. Her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but stare. It was as if she had never seen a man's penis before, despite how intimate her and Shirou were. Was this what Sakura had inside of her... how? Something like that... wait was Shinji's cock bigger than the one Sakura described at length? What the fuck? He was well over twice Shirou's size...
Shinji's eyes snapped open, his hand freezing mid-stroke as he realized he wasn't alone. His cheeks turned scarlet with embarrassment, his eyes meeting hers in a moment of mortifying understanding. But it was Altria's eyes that widened even further, realizing she had intruded on something she shouldn't have. She had seen his cock. One that was like those that made Sakura act like a whore... one better even...
"Wha- what the fuck are you doing in here!?" he shouted, attempting to cover himself with a wet washcloth. It was a terrible idea, as if that tiny piece of fabric could veil more than a foot of throbbing man meat.
"I-I'm sorry," Altria stuttered, her eyes darting away from his cock to his face. "Sakura asked me to grab her book. She said she left it in here." Her eyes drifted back down to his cock as if pulled by some gravitational force.
Shinji's hand dropped from his cock, the washcloth landing with a soggy thud on the side of the tub. "Well, you've seen it now," he said with a smug smirk as he noticed where she was staring, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment and arousal. "Must be quite the shock, huh?"
Her gaze was drawn back to it despite her efforts. It was like a siren's call, the size and power of it demanding her attention. "It's... it's not that..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"It's just a dick, Altria. Everyone has one," he said with a shrug. "But not everyone has one quite like this," he added, stroking it idly. "I doubt that Shirou does for one."
The sight of his hand moving over his cock made her stomach flip. She had never seen anything like it before, not... It was mesmerizing, terrifying, and fascinating all at once. "I-I'll just grab the book and leave," she said quickly, her eyes darting around the room for the telltale sign of a book. She should have assaulted him for insinuating that about Shirou... but... it was... true.
"Take your time," Shinji said, his smirk never leaving his face. "I don't mind an audience."
The audacity of this man! She felt a spark of anger ignite within her. How dare he be so nonchalant about this? But as she searched for the book, she couldn't help but steal glances at him. The way his cock bobbed with his heartbeat, the way the water droplets clung to the shaft. There was the book, sitting on the back of the toilet... Her eyes drifted back to Shinji, his hand lazily stroking his monstrous length. The contrast between his size and Shirou's was stark.
"There it is," she said, her voice hoarse with barely contained arousal. She stepped closer to the tub and away from the book, her eyes never leaving his penis. "Your... size is... quite something," she murmured, reaching out tentatively to touch it.
Shinji's smirk grew wider as he watched her hand hover over his cock. "Go on," he coaxed. "You know you want to feel it."
Her hand trembled as it made contact with the smooth skin. It was hot, much hotter than she had expected. The size was intimidating, but the feeling was... indescribable. She wrapped her hand around it, her fingers not even meeting her thumb. It was so much thicker than Shirou's.
"Does it feel good?" he asked, his voice a low purr.
"I... I don't know," she replied honestly, her eyes never leaving his cock. "It's so big..."
"I thought you were some terrifying King, but it turns out that you are a whore for a cock this big like every other woman."
Her mind raced with thoughts of Shirou, of her duty to him, but the allure of whatever that thing was... was too strong. She sat down on her knees, her heart hammering in her chest. The water was warm and inviting as she reached out to touch it. Shinji leaned back, his cock still standing at attention, waiting for her next move.
"I'm not going to do anything with you," she said firmly. "But I... I want to know..."
"You won't be saying that soon," Shinji replied with a smirk as she continued to stroke his shaft gingerly.
Her mind swam with confusion. Was she really doing this? Betraying Shirou like this? But she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight before her. It was like a treasure she had discovered, something so taboo and yet so mesmerizing. The water lapped against the side of the tub with each of Shinji's breaths, his cock twitching slightly in her grip. The heat radiating from it was almost unbearable, a stark contrast to the cool air outside the tub.
"You want to know what it's like, don't you?" Shinji's voice was low, a seductive rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very air. "You want to feel it inside you."
Her eyes flickered up to his, the question unspoken but clear. Could she really do this? She was Altria Alter, the King of the Storms, not some weak-willed servant to her desires. And yet... she found herself leaning closer, her mouth watering at the thought.
Shinji reached out a hand and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in for a rough kiss. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, claiming her without permission. She was torn between pushing him away and succumbing to the passion that was building within her. But she didn't fight it. Instead, she kissed him back, her hand moving faster on his cock as she felt his grip on her hair tighten.
He broke the kiss and leaned back, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Look at me, Altria," he said, his voice gentle yet commanding. "Look into my eyes and tell me you want this."
She looked into his piercing blue eyes and saw something she hadn't noticed before. A hunger that mirrored her own, a desperation that was almost palpable. And she knew, in that moment, that she did want it. She wanted to know what it felt like to have something so big inside her, to feel the power and the pleasure that Sakura had described.
"I want... to know what it's like... if it can really feel that good," Altria's voice was quiet enough that it couldn't even be called a whisper. But if Shinji's grin was any indication, he had heard every word. "Just this one time," Altria Alter was quick to amend.
Shinji's smile grew wider, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the bathroom. "You're going to love this, I promise," he said, his voice thick with desire.
He reached down and took her hand off his cock, standing up from the tub. The water cascaded down his body, revealing every inch of his lean, slightly muscular frame- that paled in comparison to Shirou in every way but one. He stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist, his cock still straining against the fabric.
"Come," he said, holding out his hand to her. "Let's go to my room."
Her heart racing, Altria took his hand and allowed him to lead her out of the bathroom. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she couldn't stop herself. The curiosity, the need to understand what Sakura had talked about was too great. Sorry Shirou.
Once in his room, he turned to her, his eyes burning with anticipation. "Strip," he ordered, his voice still that low purr.
Her hands trembled as she obeyed, unbuttoning her blazer and letting it fall to the floor. The chains clinked softly against the wood as she slid it off her shoulders. Next, she untied her corset, letting her breasts spill out. They were large and firm, the nipples already hard with arousal. The trousers came off next, revealing her matching lingerie.
Shinji took in the sight of her, his cock growing even larger somehow. "Perfect," he murmured. "You're going to feel so good around me."
He took a step closer and Altria felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through her. This was it. This was the moment she had been both dreading and craving.
He reached out and grabbed her face, tilting it up to look into her eyes. "You're going to be mine, Altria," he said, his voice a dark promise. "And I'm going to make you scream my name."
Without another word, he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. The mattress sank under her weight, and she watched as he shed his towel, his cock springing free. It was even more terrifying up close, so large and thick that she couldn't help but feel a wave of doubt.
"Don't worry," he said, his voice mocking. "I won't be gentle, but treat you like the slut you clearly are."
He climbed onto the bed and straddled her, his cock hovering over her face. She stared up at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. This was it. The moment she had been both terrified and eagerly awaiting.
With a swift movement, he grabbed her head and guided her to his cock. "Open your mouth," he growled.
Her eyes widened as she felt the tip of his penis brush against her lips. It was so hot, so overwhelming. But she obeyed, parting her lips and letting him slide in. He was so big that she couldn't take more than the head, but he seemed satisfied with that.
He began to fuck her mouth, his movements slow and deliberate. She could taste the precum leaking from his tip, salty and musky. Her eyes watered as she tried to adjust to the size of him, but she didn't pull away. No, she wanted more. She wanted to feel him deep inside her, to know what it was like to be filled by something so massive.
As he pushed deeper, she felt a strange sense of empowerment. This was what Sakura had talked about. This was the power that came from letting go, from being taken by someone so much stronger than herself.
And she liked it.
He groaned in pleasure as she took more of him, his hands tightening in her hair. "That's it," he murmured. "Take it all."
But she didn't. She couldn't. Her throat was too tight, her mouth too small. But she didn't stop, didn't fight him. Instead, she allowed herself to be used, to be claimed by him in the most intimate of ways.
He began to thrust harder, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with increasing speed. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, the pressure building with each stroke. Her eyes watered, her nose was buried in his crotch, and she could smell the scent of him, so male, so overpowering.
And then it happened. A wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful washed over her. Her body arched off the bed, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she came without a single touch to her pussy. The orgasm shook her to her core, leaving her gasping for breath as he pulled out of her mouth.
"See?" he said, his voice smug. "I told you, you'd love it. I know a slut when I see one."
He didn't wait for a response, instead resuming his face fucking with renewed vigor. Altria could only whimper and moan around the intrusion, her eyes watering and nose burning as she struggled to breathe. Yet, she found that she didn't want him to stop. The feeling of his massive cock invading her mouth, pushing down her throat, was a mix of terror and exhilaration that she had never felt before. It was as if he was claiming her, marking her as his own, and she was powerless to resist. She loved it.
Shinji's hands tightened in her hair as he picked up the pace, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. Altria's jaw ached, but she didn't care. All she could focus on was the sensation of his cock, so much larger than she had ever experienced with Shirou. It was a stark reminder of Shirou's inadequacies compared to this despicable boy, and yet she found a strange thrill in it. It was as if she was being initiated into some dark, twisted club of pleasure, and she didn't want to be denied. No wonder Sakura was so eager to talk about this... it was incredible.
And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very walls of the room, Shinji came. Altria felt a warm, sticky flood fill her mouth, and she choked, her eyes watering as she struggled to swallow the massive load. It was more than she had ever taken from Shirou, more than she had ever seen from any man. The salty taste of him coated her tongue and filled her throat, and she had to force herself to swallow, not wanting to disappoint him.
When he finally pulled out, she collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air. Her face and breasts were a mess of cum, glossy with the evidence of her betrayal. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust and something else... disappointment. It had been so intense, so overwhelming, but it was over so quickly. She had only come once, and she knew that Sakura had experienced so much more.
But as she watched, she realized that Shinji's cock was still hard. Impossibly hard. And he was staring down at her with a look that was half hunger, half challenge. "Ready for the main course?" he asked, his voice still thick with desire.
Her heart sank. How could she do this? How could she betray Shirou like this? But her body was already responding, her pussy wet and eager for his touch. She nodded, unable to make a sound.
Shinji smirked and pulled her to her hands and knees, his cock standing proud and slick with her saliva. He positioned himself behind her, his hand gripping her waist as he lined up with her entrance. With a brutal force that made her gasp, he thrust into her, filling her completely. Altria felt herself stretch around him, her muscles protesting the sudden intrusion. But the pain was quickly overwhelmed by a pleasure so intense it brought her to her first orgasm immediately.
Her body convulsed around his cock, her pussy clenching and releasing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She had never felt anything like it. Shirou had never made her feel like this, no matter how much he had tried. She could feel the power behind each of Shinji's strokes, the way he claimed her body without mercy.
And she liked it.
He began to slap her ass, the sound echoing through the room. Each hit sent shockwaves through her body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her juices dripping down her legs, pooling on the bed beneath her. She didn't even know that her body could produce fluid like that... was it squiring out of her?
"Shin... Shi... Shinji," she stuttered, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. She couldn't believe she was saying his name like that, but she couldn't hold back. He was giving her what she needed, what she would have never known she wanted without Sakura's stories.
His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he continued to pound into her. The sensation was too much, and she came again, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She could feel her pussy tightening around him, her muscles trying to milk him dry.
He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "You're such a good little slut, aren't you?"
The words should have disgusted her, but instead, they made her even wetter. She was his slut, his to use and abuse as he saw fit. And she liked it.
Her orgasms continued to roll through her, one after the other, as he fucked her mercilessly. She was sure that she had passed the seven orgasms Sakura claimed a big cock gave her twice over by now. She was having a hard time counting with the constant onslaught of pleasure. Each time she thought she couldn't take anymore, she found herself begging for more. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. And she knew, deep down, that she didn't want it to end.
Finally, she felt his grip on her hips tighten, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm going to cum," he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take it all, Altria. Take it like the whore you are."
And with that, he released inside her, his hot seed filling her up. She felt herself contract around him, her body desperately trying to hold onto him. And as she collapsed onto the bed, she knew that she had been changed forever. This was what it was like to be with a real man, someone who could give her what she truly craved.
With the taste of his cum still in her mouth and his fluids dripping down her leg, she couldn't help but think of Shirou. How would he react if he knew what she had done? Would he understand her need for this kind of brutal, animalistic pleasure? Or would he be disgusted by the woman she had become? Would she care either way?
But for now, all that mattered was the feeling of Shinji's cock still inside her, the warmth of his seed, and the knowledge that she had finally experienced something she had only ever dreamed of for the last few days. Her resolve to love Shirou over chasing pleasure had lasted all of five minutes... What would Sakura think? And as she felt Shinji's hand pinch her cheek, she knew that she would do it again.
Their breaths mingled in the air, both of them panting from their exertions. Altria looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust. "Again," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
And with a smirk that sent a shiver down her spine, Shinji complied.
It had been a week since Altria had first tasted the forbidden fruit that was Shinji Matou. A week since she had first forsaken the man she loved for her own carnal pleasure. She tried to pretend like things were normal... to hide behind a mask of stoicism, and Shirou didn't treat her any less passionately. But, Sakura seemed to look at her different... as if she knew something was off with Altria.
Altria knew that this was a bad idea... that this was only going to end with both of them having broken hearts... but her body had its own ideas. And it demanded Shinji Matou. And he demanded disrespecting every part of Shirou Emiya so Altria complied despite her weak heart protesting.
Shinji had gotten bolder every time since that first day he spent fucking her. He had pulled her into his room to fuck her without any warning as she walked through the hall. She hadn't fought him. He had came into the dojo while she was mopping and demanded that she clean his dick off with her tits instead... and of course, he had made a habit of joining her every time that she was showering and fucking her until the water was as cold as ice.
When Shirou had made an uncharacteristic mistake and somehow gotten cookie dough in his hair, he had declared his intention to take a shower and left Sakura to tend to the cookies in his absence. Shinji had not wasted a second before grabbing Altria and whispering in her ear to go wait on the bed she and Shirou shared, wearing her best lingerie.
So here she was, waiting there for the man she couldn't resist while the man she actually loved took a shower blissfully unaware, just one door down. On their shared bed... a space that was supposed to be reserved exclusively for them. It was the greatest betrayal in a long line of increasingly great betrayals.
Shinji opened the door, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of her. Altria was dressed in the most revealing lingerie she had, the kind she had bought with Shirou in mind. It was a stark contrast to her usual armored attire, the lace and silk leaving almost nothing to the imagination. But tonight, it wasn't for Shirou.
"You look like a whore," he said, his voice low and taunting.
"Good," Altria replied, her voice shaky with anticipation. "That's what you want, isn't it?"
He stepped closer, his cock already hard and demanding. "You know I do," he whispered, his hand sliding up her thigh to cup her ass. "But I'm not going to use this hole," he said, pushing a finger against her pussy. "Not yet."
Her eyes widened in surprise and a hint of fear as she felt his finger move back, tracing the cleft of her ass. "What...what do you mean?" she stuttered.
"You want to be a slut for me, Altria?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Then you'll take me here," he said, pushing his finger inside her tight ass. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, her body stiffening. "You're going to take my cock up your tight little ass, and you're going to love it."
"But...Shirou...he's in the bathroom..." she protested weakly.
"And you're going to be so quiet," he murmured, "that he won't even know what a filthy slut you are for me."
With that, he pushed her onto the bed, the mattress giving way beneath them. The headboard was up against the wall that separated the bedroom from the bathroom, and she could hear the faint sound of the shower running. It was a stark reminder of the man she was supposed to love, and yet she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the danger of being caught.
Shinji positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her ass. He was so much bigger than Shirou, so much thicker. The thought of taking him there was terrifying, but the excitement was undeniable. He applied a generous amount of lube and began to push inside her, the pressure building until she felt herself opening up to accommodate his girth.
"Oh god," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. "It's so...so big."
"Bigger than your precious Shirou, isn't it?" he sneered, pushing in further. "Better, too."
"Y...yes," she moaned, unable to stop herself from submitting to the same dance as they did every time he fucked her. "So much better."
He began to fuck her, his strokes slow and deliberate. Despite the pain, she found herself craving more, her body responding to his dominance. She had never felt so used, so claimed. And with each thrust, she came closer to another orgasm.
"Look at you," he murmured, his hand moving to her clit. "So eager for my cock. So desperate for it that you don't even care where it's going."
"It's...it's just...you're so big," she panted. "Shirou's never...never made me feel like this."
"That's because he's a little bitch," Shinji said, his voice filled with contempt. "But you're mine now, aren't you?"
"Yes," she gasped, her body writhing beneath him. "I'm yours."
He smacked her ass, the sound echoing through the room. "Quiet," he hissed. "You don't want him to hear you scream my name, do you?"
The pain from the slap only served to push her closer to the edge. She bit her lip, trying to hold in her cries of pleasure as he continued to fuck her ass, his finger playing with her clit. And then, just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, she felt it. A brain shattering orgasm, one that seemed to come from deep within her.
"Shin...Shinji," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm...I'm cumming."
He chuckled, his strokes becoming more erratic. "Good girl," he said. "Take it all. Take it like the slut you are."
And she did, her body shaking as she came again and again, her orgasms coming in quick succession like waves crashing upon the shore. Shinji's brutal strokes never faltered, his grip on her hips tightening as he claimed her in the most intimate and degrading way possible. He was relentless, pushing her further than she had ever been before, and she loved every moment of it.
"Again," she begged, her voice hoarse from screaming his name. "Please, Shinji, I need more."
He chuckled, his voice filled with dark amusement. "So greedy," he said, his strokes becoming even more intense. "But you're such a good slut, I can't resist giving you what you want."
With a final, powerful thrust, he came inside her, filling her up with his cum. Altria could feel it leaking out of her ass, mixing with the lube and her own juices on the bed sheets that she shared with Shirou. She collapsed onto the bed, her body a trembling mess of pleasure and pain.
Shinji pulled out and stood up, his cock still hard and glistening with the lube. He didn't bother to clean her up, leaving her there on the bed, used and discarded like a toy. He didn't even bother to put his pants back on before he left, his cum-soaked cock swinging in the open air.
"See you tomorrow," he said, his tone casual, as if he hadn't just taken her final virginity in the most depraved way possible. And she had loved every second of it.
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Altria alone with her thoughts. She could still feel the echoes of his cock inside her, the sensation of his seed leaking out of her ass. She had never felt so dirty, so used... and she had never felt so alive.
The sound of the shower finally turned off, and Altria scrambled to pull the blankets over her, hoping that Shirou wouldn't see the mess she had made of herself. She knew she should feel guilty, but all she could think about was the way Shinji had made her feel.
Shirou stepped into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp from the shower. He looked at her with concern, his kind eyes filled with worry. "Are you okay?" he asked, noticing the flushed cheeks and the sheen of sweat on her body.
"I...I'm not feeling well," she lied, her voice strained. "I think I'll go to bed early."
Shirou looked at her, his eyes filled with concern. "You sure?"
"Yeah," she nodded, hoping that he couldn't see through her facade. "Just a headache."
He walked over to her, his body still damp from the shower. He was so beautiful, his chest muscles defined beneath the towel, his abs rippling as he moved. She felt a pang of guilt for what she had done in this very room, on this very bed, while he was just a few feet away. But the feeling was quickly overshadowed by the lingering pleasure of Shinji's touch.
"Here, let me kiss you goodnight," he said, leaning over her. She turned her face up to him, and his lips met her forehead, tender and warm. "You'll miss the cookies," he whispered, his eyes filled with love and concern.
"Cookies," she murmured, her thoughts scattered. The word echoed in her head, a reminder of her love for his sweet creations. But all of her thoughts quickly redirected to the bitter taste of betrayal on her tongue. "I'll be okay," she assured him, her voice barely above a whisper as she watched him get dressed.
He pulled away, giving her a sad smile. "If you need anything, just call for me," he said, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. Then he turned and walked out of the room, leaving her alone with the scent of his body wash and the sticky mess between her legs.
The door clicked shut behind him, and Altria couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. She had been so close to being caught, so close to having her secret revealed. But she knew that she couldn't keep this up for much longer. Her love for Shirou was true, but the hunger inside her was growing with each passing day. And she knew that eventually, she would have to choose between her love and her lust. And she already suspected which she would choose.
Altria could not get enough of Shinji Matou. It had been three weeks since that first day in the bathroom, and every day was better than the last. It had gotten to the point where she was spending more time with Shinji than Shirou- they weren't just fucking daily now, but every time they crossed paths, regardless of where it was or who was nearby. She had ridden Shinji's cock right there in the living room while Sakura read a book on the sofa! And nobody had noticed... the thrill of it all only made things more exciting. She was experiencing more pleasure in one session with Shinji Matou than Shirou had ever brought her in bed in months with her. Maybe, it was only to be expected that she now would reject his affection some nights, too worn out from the actually enjoyable task that was Shinji Matou's behemoth of a cock.
Today was no exception. Shirou and Sakura were busy in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and frying chicken for a homemade lunch. The smells were heavenly, but the hunger in Altria's stomach was not for food. She felt it as she watched them, a deep ache that only one thing could satisfy.
"Come here," Shinji whispered, his voice a dark promise in her ear. He had been watching her, knowing what she was thinking. He had learned to read her like a book, and the twinkle in his eye suggested that he had something very naughty planned. She followed him, her heart racing, into the dining room, where he abruptly turned her around and pushed her onto the polished wooden table. "Spread your legs," he ordered, and she obeyed, her skirt riding up to her waist as she laid back on the cool surface.
He didn't bother with sweet talk or gentle touches. He didn't need to, never had, and never would. Altria was already wet and ready for him, her body betraying her every time he was near. He fumbled with his zipper, freeing his monstrous cock from his pants. He was already hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
He stepped closer, placing his palm over her mouth before she could protest. "Quiet," he murmured, his eyes glinting with excitement. "We don't want them to hear you, do we?"
And with that, he thrust into her, hard and fast. Altria's eyes widened, her breath muffled by his hand. The table creaked beneath them, the sound of their hushed panting and the slap of his body against hers the only noises in the room. Despite her fear of being caught, she couldn't help but let out a series of muffled moans. The sensation of his cock, so much larger than Shirou's, filling her up completely was indescribable.
He fucked her with a brutal rhythm, his hips slamming into hers, his cock hitting her in all the right places. She could feel the fabric of their clothes rubbing against her sensitive skin, the friction adding to the intensity. She bit down on his hand, her eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She was so close, so close to screaming his name.
But she couldn't. She couldn't risk Shirou and Sakura hearing her, finding out what she had become. So she took it, silently, her body writhing and shaking as she climbed higher and higher. Shinji's eyes were locked on hers, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched her struggle to keep quiet. He knew he had her, that she was his to do with as he pleased. And that just made it all the better.
She came again and again, it was with a silent scream, her body arching off the table, her eyes rolling back in her head. Shinji didn't stop, though. He kept going, his grip on her hips tightening, his strokes becoming more erratic as he approached his own climax. It was in that moment of pure, unbridled pleasure that he heard the sound of shattering glass, followed by Sakura's scream of feigned horror.
Panic surged through him, and he looked up to see her standing in the doorway, and he could have sworn he saw a smirk on her lips as she held an empty tray. She stared at him and Altria Alter with wide eyes and clear disgust. "Senpai..." she whispered.
When Altria Alter opened her eyes, she saw Shirou, frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock and betrayal. And she knew. She knew she had been caught, that her secret was out. And she didn't care. Because in that moment, all that mattered was the feeling of Shinji's massive cock pumping her full of his seed.
With one final, powerful thrust, Shinji came inside her, filling her up until she was overflowing. Altria's scream, this time, was not muffled by his hand. It was loud and clear, echoing through the room. "Shinji!" she screamed, her voice filled with passion and betrayal.
"Fuck, Altria," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. He pulled out of her, his cum dripping from her pussy, and took a step back, his own fear and horror mirroring Shirou's. But it was too late. The damage was done.
Sakura Matou strode through the courtyard of her home with a smirk tugging at her lips. That had been even easier than she had hoped it would be. A part of her had wanted Altria Alter to prove her wrong… to prove that she really was worthy of the love that Senpai had irrationally given her, but instead things had gone as expected. She had almost liked the whore too.
She pushed open the door of the shed, uncaring of the fact that she was intruding on Shirou's workshop with permission. "Senpai, I brought you lunch!" She called out in greeting. Shirou was sitting on the floor, his legs cradled in his arms. His eyes were red with tears. He wasn't just sitting on the floor… but in the middle of a magic circle… the same one he had used to summon Altria Alter all those months ago… the same place where Altria had saved his life.
"I'm not hungry," Shirou choked out, not looking up from the ground.
Sakura smiled demurely and sat next to him, pulling his head onto her lap. Shirou did nothing to resist. She ran her fingers through his hair and bit down on the urge to squeal. She had wanted to do this for so long! "It'll be alright Shirou," she whispered.
"Why… why would she…"
"I don't know," Sakura answered mostly honestly. "I guess she's just a slut."
"Don't talk about her that way," Shirou snapped reflexively. "Sorry… Do you think that maybe Matou forced her into…"
"No," Sakura shook her head. "She clearly just isn't who we thought she was."
"But… Maybe…"
"No," Sakura's voice was hard and firm. "You did nothing wrong Senpai, Altria is evidently just an idiot ruled by her carnal urges." Of course, it had been inevitable that she fell there, Sakura knew first hand just how talented Shinji was in bed, and how he would break the inexperienced King with the body of a whore. It had taken years for Sakura to become resistant to his touch and to hate his cock as much as his personality. Smaller was simply better.
"Wh- what am I supposed to do now?"
"Move on, she doesn't want you so don't wait for her."
"I- I just… it's hard."
"I know," Sakura whispered down at him as she ran her fingers through his hair. "But I believe in you Senpai, you'll come out the other end of this better off for it."
"That's… I appreciate your faith in me… misplaced as-"
"It's not misplaced," Sakura cut him off. "You are the best man I've ever known and any fool who prefers my idiot brother over you deserves nothing."
"I can't see her again," Shirou sniffled. "I-I loved her dammit. And she told me just yesterday that she felt the same!"
"I can't tell you how that feels," Sakura admitted. "I've never been betrayed by the person I love, but all you can do is push forward, find something better than she was, as impossible as that may seem now."
"How am I supposed to go back… they're living in my home… and for how long… have they been…"
"So kick them out," Sakura replied curtly. "They do not deserve your hospitality."
"I wish… but I can't."
"You would still protect her? Even after how she betrayed you-"
"Not her," Shirou whispered softly. "You."
Her heart sped up as Shirou smiled for the first time since he had seen the affair she arranged. And he was smiling at her this time, not Altria. "What Matou said when I first let him in… that he needed to stay here, to stay safe from your grandfather. He claimed that the only reason the both of you would be safe here was because Altria worked as a deterrent that stopped him from making a move for you."
"My first thought was to kick Shinji out… but am I really willing to let him die… because Altria cheated on me…?"
"Yes," the word escaped Sakura's lips without meaning to. It was a traitor to the image of the good kouhai that she portrayed to Shirou, the one who had willingly let her abusive brother move in to save his life. Even if Shirou did not know and never would know the full extent of the abuse.
Shirou chuckled and sat up so he could really look at Sakura. "So then I considered kicking both of them out. Altria could protect Shinji from your grandfather and two could do whatever the fuck it is they are doing now on their own forever for all that I care. I would wash my hands of them… but that would make you vulnerable. So instead, I am stuck with them under my roof, all so that the person I actually care about doesn't die."
Sakura's heart swelled. "Senpai… Kick them out."
Shirou gaped at her. "Did you not hear what I just said? I am not going to put you in danger just because of my pride."
"Of course not… you wouldn't be you if you did. But, kick them out. We can simply have Rin-niisan move in with us; as Zelretch's apprentice, not even grandfather would risk her wrath." And grandfather was afraid of Sakura now, but Shirou didn't have to know that one.
"Rin is in London," Shirou reminded her as he considered the idea.
"So call her home," Sakura insisted. "Given that my brother is the worst person on this earth aside from maybe my best friend, I need my sister right now. She'll come if we ask." More importantly, Rin would never try to steal Sakura's man, no matter how much she might like Shirou… not with what she knew Sakura had already been through.
Shirou pursed his lips. "Are you sure that your grandfather will be that scared of Rin? I don't want to risk you…"
"I am," Sakura nodded. "And besides, we also have the boy who killed Gilgamesh as a backup weapon. We'll be fine without that whore."
Shirou sighed. "Okay, I'll kick them out."
"We'll have a feast to celebrate," Sakura declared with a cruel smile. "All of Altria's favorites when she doesn't get a chance to enjoy them ever again."
Shirou chuckled. "Remind me not to get on your bad side…. Thanks for trying to cheer me up Sakura, I don't know what I would do without you."
They lapsed into a peaceful silence as Shirou and her enjoyed the food she had prepared. "Sakura… do you remember when you first moved here permanently?"
"Vividly," Sakura replied immediately. "It was one of the best days of my life."
"That first night… you pulled me aside and warned me that she wasn't what she seemed…"
"You can't blame yourself for that Senpai."
"I know… I just… I didn't disregard what you said… I thought you were wrong, but I didn't dismiss it. I talked to Rin about your warning and she concluded that you were just jealous… It's obvious that she was wrong and you were-"
"Rin wasn't wrong. I was jealous. I always have been, " Sakura admitted nervously. "I have wanted you since long before the grail war. You are the only man for me, and if you won't have me then no one will. I love you, Senpai, and I would-"
"Do you mean that?" Shirou cut her off, his golden eyes blazing. "Altria once said something similar."
"Every last word and then some." Sakura replied immediately.
"I wish I wasn't so blind…" Shirou chuckled. "If I had just loved you, I could have avoided Altria Alter and whatever the fuck that was entirely."
Sakura scooted closer to him eagerly. "Maybe it's not too late? We can't undo the past, but we can rectify one mistake… I love y-"
Her words were drowned out by Shirou slamming his mouth over hers. This was everything she had ever dreamed of, and she finally had it.
Check and mate.
A/N:Would you believe me if I said this was originally planned to be a 3K mini story for a batch post? Uh yeah... That went well. Then after the first scene alone wound up going over that limit, and I got the idea to use Sakura in the same fashion as NidoranDuran's "I Tripped The Merry-Go-Round" and yeah...
It's the longest prompt response yet, pretty sure that is counting the ones posted separately (On principle not posting basic Shinji cuck fetish separately)! Granted, it will be passed tomorrow, but I wrote this one over a week before finishing the Morgan one.
The scene with Sakura talking to Altria Alter at the bakery was initially supposed to be longer, but writing girls talk was weird so I just summarized it. I originally had the bath scene being the first time she sees Shinji naked and have her flee rather than indulge but be unable to shake the thought of his large penis. So when she next catches him changing with his door open a week later while Sakura and Shirou are out grocery shopping where she thought Shinji was hitting on her (He wasn't) and blew up at him causing thinks to escalate. But this was also already way way longer than I planned, and setting up the second scene would have been a lot of work when the first one worked fine, even if it made Altria Alter look more like a whore.
I would say Altria Alter is out of character, because surely she's not a complete whore with no character, but maybe she is? We know literally nothing about who she is. Her valentine is year one so it's like two sentences, her interlude is incredibly short and her portrayal is very two-dimensional. All of her my room dialogues are nothing burgers Her main story appearance has her with two lines. Her extra material personality section is a word salad that reveals very little. Garden of Sinners is the only event I remember her in and that also adds nothing... Like I genuinely know less about her character than the average NPC. So uh perfectly in character!
Sakura is way out of character obviously, and Shirou is a bit off by default as he is getting cucked here. Probably made light of her rape too much which is gross. Shinji I think I nailed perfectly which is so unbelievably gross. Perfect blend of cowardice and sleaze to really hit his vibe. Probably would have worked better as an original fiction in all honesty, cause Sakura is such a driving force and so obviously not Sakura, but eh whatever. I guess FHA sort of teases Sakura has some Kohaku to her when they play off her trauma as a joke so... Maybe can squint and make this her? Or maybe this Sakura is just BB secretly, idk.
Sakura has shared some details of her past with Altria Alter and Rin- like the fact that her grandfather forced her to have sex and she was raped; Shirou knows a few less details about that abuse. None of them know that it was Shinji who raped her, just that he was physically abusive. She has deliberately kept that part hidden and would only reveal it if Shirou intended to go back to Altria Alter.
Tomorrow, I'll be posting a uh 22K word one shot? Might post is as two chapters, but yeah Morgan/Shirou woo! I think it's a little inconsistent and messy, but it's sweet and probably the most romance thing I've written. Next chapter on this separately will be a very therapeutic Shirou/Koyanskaya prompt where he fucks her silly, probably on Wednesday.
Look forward to that. Leave Kudos, subscribe to me and this fic to not miss future prompt responses. Please comment more prompts even though I have plenty, I like having options and genuinely just reading them. Chronological order of submittance has very little bearing on what I do next, I choose what's vibing for me at the time.
If you want to make me happy with the prompts you submit this time, I would GREATLY appreciate prompts where Shinji loses. Preferably not reverse NTR ones (Those I've struggled with when I've tried to write a few of them), but ones where he's impotent and has to live with his servant, girlfriend (could he have one of those?), or just the girl he's crushing on fucks someone else. Also other typical NTR bastards who cuck the main character candidates getting cucked would be awesome.
Or submit anything else, and I'll put them on the list anyways lol. It's a suggestion not a requirement. I just need Shinji to lose badly cause wow there is a lot of Shinji wins ones.
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