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“Hah,” Shirou emiya let out a deep pant, dismissing the pair of white and black dao blades in his hands, “I lost again,” the red haired youth lamented, laying flat on his back on the wooden dojo floor.

A small almost dainty looking hand entered his vision, offered out towards him. He knew better than any that despite how dainty they looked there was nothing weak about that hand/ Lifting up one tired arm, he grasped it and was bodily pulled to his feet with ease, coming face to face with the beautiful short blonde that stood before him, with hair like spun gold and eyes like glittering emerald’s Saber bestowed upon him a smile that could have armies rallying to fight for her.

“There is no need to be disappointed Shirou,” Saber said her voice pleasantly comorting and almost full of pride, “Everyday you become stronger and stronger and even without relying on the skill of past wielders of your blades you have become strong enough to force even me a Saber class servant to take you seriously lest I lose.” To punctuate her statement, the small regal blonde pointed at her face where traces of sweat ran down, onto her neck and into the top of her white blouse staining it slightly with her perspiration.

"I think you may be giving me a bit to much credit, saber." Shirou said only to stiffen as the girl's eyes sharpened dangerously. "Er... Thank you."

He allowed himself a brief feeling of pride as he fully accepted his servant's praise. One shouldn’t question the words spoken by the once and future king of Britain.

Standing before him, a slight frown came across Saber’s face. The King of Knights stretched up on her tip toes and reached up, grasping a lock of Shirou’s hair, a lock of hair that had turned a pure ivory white, “It seems though that the stronger you get the more your hair begins to match that of Archer’s.” She commented idly.

Shirou had to force his eyes not to narrow in annoyance at the sheer mention of that guy. He couldn’t even play a simple game of volleyball with the Archer class servant without him taking it completely out of hand and trying to smash him into paste with the ball. 

Shirou wasn’t one to hold grudges or resort to violence lightly. But seriously, one of these days he was going to get strong enough and kick that guys ass! He was such an overbearing….asshat.

“Come Shirou,” Saber snapped him out of is vengeance planned thoughts for that man, the small blonde king placing a hand on his shoulder, “We must get clean before the sweat dries in, you may get a cold..”

Shirou sighed lightly, he couldn’t even plan vengeance against Archer with Saber around to pull him from his rightful revenge filled thoughts, but despite it, he couldn’t help the lopsided smile that spread across his face, spending anytime with Saber had that effect on him.

They walked out of the dojo. Through the court yard and into the main living area, their feet padding lightly on the polished wooden floors and enjoying each other’s company in a pleasant silence. Finally after a minute or so they reached the first bathroom and Saber pulled the door open and stepped in.

“You take that one,” Shirou told her, “I’ll just use the one beside my room.”

He went to take a step and head towards his room area, but a light grasp on his shirt stopped him in place. He turned around to Saber and quirked an eyebrow at her, finding the blonde staring hard at the floor and her cheeks dusted red.

“What’s up Saber?” he asked.

“I..W-w…” The blonde haired servant stuttered over her words before she pulled her head up and almost glared into his golden eyes, her shoulders squared as if she were about to leap into battle at a moments notice, “W-won’t you j-join me master?” Despite her defiant stance, she almost squeaked out the sentence and her face had reddened even further.

She only called him master when she was either very angry at him for doing something stupidly heroic, or she was very very embarrassed. Despite the many, many times they’d copulated their relationship, Saber still got so very skittish and embarrassed when it came to the more carnal parts. Amusing since before she fell in love with him, she couldn’t have cared less about sex or anyone seeing her naked.

It was very cute. And Shirou could never hold himself back when it came to her.

Reaching down he unbuttoned his jeans with one hand, and with the other pulled his blue and white shirt up and over his head, leaving his muscular torso bare to her eyes.As he shimmied his jeans down, a bright light circled around the blonde girl before him and when it died down, she was entirely naked before his eyes.

The fact that servants could equip and un-equip clothes was such a neat trick, he wished he could do something like that. Still though...

But what a sight she was. Every time he saw her like this, Shirou couldn’t help but gaze at her in awe. Lithe and petite with small perfectly formed breasts capped with small dusty pink nipples. Perfectly golden alabaster skin, a toned petite stomach yet rigid with unseen powerful muscles, leading down to a perfectly beautiful shaved womanhood. And even further down, long, petite legs filled with a luscious grace that would inspire envy in even the most diligent of dancers.

Stepping forward out of his jeans, clad now in only his boxers, Shirou couldn’t hold back and swept the golden haired servant up into his arms and kissed her passionately. Saber squeaked lightly, but returned the kiss wholeheartedly, her strong petite arms going to his waist and pull his boxers down as they made out. His already hard cock sprang free and slapped up against his stomach with a powerful meaty smack and was squished between his rigid abdomen and her beautiful stomach.

Her dainty looking hand wrapped around his cock and began pumping his length with firm strokes while their tongues dueled.

After a good three minutes they pulled apart, breathing heavily and faces flushed, an almost obscene string of saliva connecting their lips even apart. 

“Hah...Saber,” Shirou breathed throatily, golden eyes almost half lidded with desire.

“Shirou,” Saber mewled pressing her full nubile body against him, pert breasts squishing against his stomach due to the height difference between them. Lovingly, the blonde haired servant leaned forward and began to press gentle loving kiss after gentle loving kiss across his large and rigid pectoral muscles.

Pulling back slightly, Saber gazed up into his eyes for a moment, before sinking to her knees, her cock still in her hand being leisurely stroked, her other hand coming up to gently cradle his balls. She kept eye contact with the red and white haired sword incarnation, leaning forward to rub his cock against her silky soft cheek before turning and taking the head of his cock into her mouth gently, her tongue lapping softly at the slit t the top as soon as it entered her mouth.

“Ugh,” Shirou moaned, small jolts of pleasure flashing through his crotch and the sight before him just made it all the more amazing. The beautiful and prideful, goddess like King of Knights on her knees before him with his cock in her mouth, loving lapping at his rigid man meat. It was a dirty erotic view, the pure King of Knights happily sucking at his cock, but he couldn’t help the erotic thrill that shot through him, the thought that he was tainting her purity and making her his and his alone.

It wa a thought that was as far from heroic as could be, but he couldn’t help help it.

“That’s it Saber,” Shirou hissed in pleasure as she took his cock further into her mouth, his hands coming down to gently fasten themselves in her beautiful hair, pulling the bow holding it in a ponytail and allowing her hair to fall down to just below her shoulders in a shimmering cascading wave of sparkling gold.

“Grk!”

Her hand left his cock as she pushed even further down onto his length, a loud splutter leaving her mouth and some saliva spilling out around his length. The soft hand that had previously been stroking his length joined its partner in softly massaging his balls.

It felt oh so good, Shirou almost couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling up into the back of his head as a loud throaty groan of pleasure left his mouth.

Saber had gotten far too good at giving blowjobs. Truly she was a prodigy in almost all things she put her heart into.

A tingling began to form in his lower belly, he was getting close. But he didn’t want to cum right now, not yet. With his hands in her gorgeous soft hair, Shirou tugged Saber back gently, her feeling the motion and following along, if he’d wanted to forcefully move her, he’d have had to put way more effort into it than just a simple gentle tug after all.

A rank strength was like that. And Saber had gained full access to her real strength when Rin had unlocked his circuits and with Avalon inside him while Saber was connected to him by the Master-Servant bond through the command seals, it hadn’t taken long for them to heal up into powerful circuits that nobody, especially not he nor Rin had expected him to have.

27 inborn magic circuits, with a maximum output of forty units of prana per circuit. A maximum output of 1,080 units of prana. Not quite on Rin’s level, but far beyond that of the average magus, even that of a lot of top tier ones. It had brought up the question of just whom he was before the Fuyuki fire.

But for now? That wasn’t important.

“Hyaahh,” Saber let loose a deep breathy moan as her mouth released his cock to the air, the turgid length slapping up against his stomach again glistening with the blonde servant’s saliva. 

Shirou looked at her on her knees before him, cheeks a rosy red, some drool dripping lightly around the corners of her mouth and her glistening emerald eyes tainted over with desire. He couldn’t hold back. Reaching down, he gently grasped her by the arm and pulled the scelte blonde up onto her feet. But before she could say anything, Shirou was already grasping her around her petite hips and spinning her around. 

Saber’s dainty back came into view and her full, round buttox brushed against his cock. It took all of his willpower not to just ram it into her right there and then. But with a mind of steel he held himself back and gently pressed a hand onto the small of her back, pushing her forward and with her allowing herself to be maneuvered, bending her over against the wooden tub already filled with pleasantly hot water.

Shirou looked the blonde girl over and salivited slightly in desire as he took her in, her perfect form bent over in front of him and giving him a clear view of her artistically formed backside. 

Saber was a small, petite girl. She wasn’t very large in any area of her body, but each part of her was perfectly formed, pert with no sag and toned through her intense training while alive. Her ass was small, but the rounded cheeks were full and jutted out like two ripe bouncy peaches.

Licking his lips, Shirou dropped to his knees this time behind the girl and grasped her by the hips. Tilting his head forward, he eyed her pink glistening womanhood hungrily. He stuck his tongue out and took a long, wet lick of her glistening pussy, shuddering with desire when Arturia let loose a long breathy moan of pleasure.

“Ah, Shirou!” Saber moaned, the blonde haired girl bucking her hips backwards into his face, “No, that’s dirty Master~!”

Slrrrp! Slrrrp! Slrrrp!

Shirou merely grinned as he slurped into her pink womanhood, his long licking along the ridges before shooting in harshly and scraping against her tight inner walls. Being pulled back and the process repeating.

He kept that up that rhythm for a minute, revelling in the squeaks and moans his blonde servant let out with with flick of his tongue. When he felt her inner walls spasming though and her thighs jerking against his face, he knew she was close.

Pulling back, he placed his tongue at where he knew her clit was, an intimate knowledge through being with her like this multiple times. The fire mechanism of the gun cocked and his magic circuits came to life.

Trace on!

With skill only available through near ten years of working on the most basic spell, day in and day out, Shirou reinforced his tongue and let the magic drip onto her clit as he pressed the tip of his tongue against her clit roughly and mashed them both together.

“Kyaah!” Saber screamed girlishly, completely out of character as she bucked against his face with enough strong to break a plank of wood and came, her womanly juices shooting out like a geyser across his face, not that he minded.

Shirou grinned to as Arturia spasmed for a few more moments before collapsing limp over the edge of the wooden bath. That was a skill he was particularly proud of. Reinforcement on his tongue and using it as a catalyst to reinforce the pleasure she received when he ate her out.

It was something he came up with as an experiment when Rin had went into a whole lecture about how magic didn’t just affect the physical world, but could even influence or be themselves concepts. He’d reinforced Saber’s concept of pleasure coming from her clitoris just as she was on the verge of orgasm.

A spell that like his ability to create swords, was unique to him alone because of the sheer amount of time he’d spent using and experimenting with Reinforcement.

He bet that jackass Archer had never thought of using his spells like that. Just further proof that they were different Shirou Emiya’s at the core.

The red and white haired youth was pulled from his thoughts by a vice like grip on his wrist pulling him up to his fett. He yelped at the motion and soon foun himself standing above Saber who was glaring up at him over flaming red cheeks.

“Shi-rou!” she growled, stamping her foot almost cutely, if it weren’t for the small crater she made in the floor - hah..he’d have to fix that up later - and her free fist clenched lightly into a fist, “I have told you multiple times to warn me when you are going to use that technique so I can prepare myself for it.” the servant of the sword admonished him.

Shirou reached up with one hand and scratched his cheek sheepishly, yes she had done that hadn’t she? But in his defense, she made the cutest and most erotic sounds he’d ever heard when he didn’t warn her in advance.

When she saw the near unrepentant grin that formed on his face, Saber merely sighed and palmed her forehead, “Truly I have been blessed with a most difficult master,” she griped, although the small indulgent smile that appeared on her own face showed how she truly felt about it. She could never stay mad at him, especially when she actually enjoyed what he did to her in the first place.

“Come Shirou,” Saber tugged him forward towards the bath, “You have not had your release yet so we are far from done.” She was so commanding sometimes, not that Shirou minded as he followed along.

The sword incarnation followed her instructions and eased himself into the bath, sighing slightly at the feeling of the warm water massaging his sore and abused from training muscles. He had little time to relax though before Saber swung herself up and straddled him in the bath, grasping his shoulders and looking into his eyes, gold meeting emerald green. They shared a nod, before one hand left his shoulders, reaching down between them to gasp his thick rigid length and positioning it beneath her.

Then she sunk down onto it, the fat head of his cock parting her pink pussy lips. They both moaned loudly in sync, him from the tight grip of her pussy walls wrapping around his length like a velvet glove and she from the thick meat parting her womanhood and rubbing against the nerve endings of her inner walls.

“Ah, Saber!” Shirou grunted, pressing himself forward and into the smaller girl, “No matter how many times we do it you’re still so tight!”

“Hyaah..” Saber moaned breathily, “Shirou~”

That pleasured voice of hers was too much for him, he couldn’t hold back. Grasping her full hips tightly, Shirou lifted her up to till only the head of his cock was inside her, then dropped her back down while thrusting up to meet her. Water sloshed wildly from the bath and Saber let loose a long sensual moan.

“Ah, so big!” she moaned. “Hah! Hyah! Hah!”

Once, twice and thrice he repeated the motion, his speed picking up on each thrust and drop before on the fourth and further he began to thrust into the blonde girl straddling him like a piston.

Reinforcement!

Reinforcing himself to the limit as the girl began to thrust down onto him, Shirou met his saber servant stroke for stroke. It took all he had to measure up against her A-rank strength, all of her control over it lost and used fully against him in the throes of passion, but he didn’t back down at all.

Truly he was never so thankful for the obscene amount of time he’d spent on the simple spell, than when he was in the throes of lovemaking with his servant.

For a good ten minutes they kept up that pace, Saber riding his cock for all she was worth and Shirou meeting her on each and every pass, the water of the bath sloshing through the air wildly and dousing the entire floor of the bathroom in water.

Finally though, Shirou felt Saber tense up and her pussy walls grip him with an almost insane force as she came. And it was too much for him.

“Shirou!” Saber screamed.

“Saber I’m cumming!” Shirou groaned back.

And that he did, pulling Saber flush against his chest,  spurt after spurt of hot white cum exploded from his shaft and filled up her pussy. They stayed rigid against each other for a few moments before Shirou collapsed back against the rim of the bathtub and Saber followed his lead, splaying herself against his chest and peppering his pectoral muscles with gentle kisses once more.

“Hah...that was fun,” Shirou chuckled.

Saber looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes, her mouth curved into a delighted smile, “Yes, your performance was admirable once again Shirou.” 

They sat in a comfortable silence, relaxing in the hot water of the tub and just enjoying each other’s presence.

Then a loud growl reverberated throughout the bathroom. The source? Saber’s stomach.