Disclaimer: I do not own Type-Moon or the Nasuverse.
I'll Take Vanilla
By: Elf
Warning: There is heavy lemon content! Bondage! Cum play! Submission! Toys! If you are prudish or squeamish, turn back now. Consider yourself warned, now happy fapping!
Shirou’s heart was currently thundering in his ears. He wondered if it kept pounding like this if it would suddenly erupt from his chest in a sword covered mass, showing ribs that would look more like blades than bone. His throat was tight, mouth dry, face awash in flame, oddly heavy but light at the same time.
And his dick was currently proclaiming that it was, indeed, the bone of its sword.
Violet eyes met his and a lovely face flashed a beatific smile. He felt a sudden, sharp throb from the epoch of his need and repressed a full body shudder. His eyes were locked on the sight before him and he could barely breathe. Yet full, pink lips were curved in a smile and misty violet eyes were dark with need.
Sakura was tied to the bed, her long, violet hair pooling around her naked form. Her arms were above her head, making her ample breasts present themselves quite nicely. Hard, pink nipples were already enticing him to taste, pinch, nibble, and squeeze. Her legs were spread, lifted and bent at the knee, an intricate set of knots and lengths of nylon rope keeping her stationary. He could see her smooth slit already slightly parted and glistening.
He swallowed and asked, “A-are you sure you want to do this?”
“Of course Sempai,” she said before licking her lips, “You can do whatever you want to me.” His eyes were drawn to her dark pink tongue moistening her swollen lips.
He rubbed the back of his head and asked, “What if I do something you don’t like or whatever?”
“Then I say ‘Seaweed’ and you stop,” she said with a chuckle, reminding him of the rules Rider had told him about before he agreed to this.
Tonight he could do whatever he wanted to Sakura, until she stopped everything with one word or he was too exhausted to do anything else. Then tomorrow she would get to do the same to him until he had to stop her or she was too exhausted to continue. He was both nervous and excited about tomorrow, but now he had Sakura tied up and helpless before him to do whatever
he wished.
Except, as always, he had no idea what he wanted other than to be in Sakura.
“Come here,” she said with a smile and he walked over to her. Her eyes lowered to focus on his aching length. “Let me take care of that for you,” she all but purred at him.
That was enough to spur him into motion and he settled with Sakura between his legs. He felt a jolt when he brushed himself against her soft breast. His breath caught and then lightning crackled at the base of his spine when that dark pink tongue slid up the engorged head. Taking those soft, lovely breasts in his hand, he slid his length between them and the tip inside Sakura’s lips.
She began to suck, sending more and more sweet bliss crackling up and down his spine. He gasped and then began to thrust, pressing her breasts together to make a tighter sheath around his thick, hard, length. Loud, wet sounds filled the room with each thrust, harder and harder. He thought he was going to burst; each movement was sending him closer and closer to the edge.
Shirou swore he was going to shatter, and then stopped himself. He pulled himself away and Sakura moaned in protest. Biting his lip, he pumped his swollen shaft with his hand while pulling back. His other hand moved to Sakura’s weeping slit and he spread it open with his finger tips while stroking himself with the other.
His vision flashed white, he gasped, and then felt himself explode. Quivering pink folds were slathered in thick, pearly white. He squeezed himself to pull out the last of his release and looked at the sight of his cum sullying Sakura. She was gasping and he could see her legs trembling.
“Sempai,” she moaned as he pressed her lower lips together then apart to fully work the thick whiteness over her, fully soiling her.
Even though the worms were gone, she had informed him that she still craved this with him. At first he had been embarrassed, after all it was messy, but there was something hypnotic about seeing Sakura’s slit leaking his seed. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked as he slid his index and middle finger inside her.
Her walls clinched around him as he moved them in and out while catching his breath. He felt himself start to rise again, but focused on her. Sakura nodded and said, “Y-yes . . . Oh god, more Sempai . . .”
He nodded, leaning down to kiss her as he slid his drenched fingers from inside of her to the apex of her folds. Her tongue tasted slightly metallic, apparently still holding the taste of his skin. He kissed her hard while moving his fingers rapidly over the hard, swollen nub that was her weakness. He moved his fingers fast and hard over her, knowing just what she liked.
Moments later she bucked with a scream, and he could feel her clinch wantonly at nothing. Again, he was hard and aching, and her core was still quivering. Not giving her a chance to recover, he thrust into her. He groaned at the feel of soft folds tightening around him as he filled and stretched her. He savored the sensation before thrusting hard and fast, knowing that she could take it. That she craved it.
Her sweet cries were filling the room and he relished in them, losing himself in her soft skin and tight sheath. Each hard thrust sent fire flowing to his veins, making him harder and harder with each rough movement. He was swelling to the bursting point, but he pushed harder and harder, as if he was trying to reach her womb.
He was dimly aware of screaming Sakura’s name over and over again. Then lightning struck and he bucked with a roar. He erupted, flooding her with his seed and warmth while she clamped down on him with delicious screams of her own. Her inner walls milked him for everything he had until he was completely drained.
Then he collapsed on top of her with a smile, and he could hear her heavily breathing as well as he used her breasts as a pillow. He felt soft hand stroke his hair and looked up to see that Sakura had freed herself and was smiling down at him. Soft lips brushed against his forehead and she said, “You’re too sweet, Sempai.”
“I’m just not good at this sort of thing,” he said as he felt heat rush his cheeks.
Sakura grinned and said, “Well, you’re good at the important parts.”
******
Sakura smiled at the sight before her, Shirou bound with a leg bar spreading his legs and his hands behind his back. A length of black silk had been wound around his face to cover his eyes, and it was the only thing covering him. Muscles gleamed under the dim light, and she kissed the scar on his shoulder.
“Now, say ‘Seaweed’ when I do something you don’t like,” she said in a sweet voice as she wrapped her hand against his engorged length. She could feel the thick veins pulsing under her fingertips and smiled. She lightly traced her fingers over him and he groaned with a nod, the ball gag between his lips keeping him from doing anything else.
“Now it’s my turn,” she said as she picked up the slim, silver vibrator lying beside her. A twist of the wrist filled the room with a faint buzzing sound as she turned it on the low setting. Then she began to slowly trail the tip underneath the thick ridge of the head of Shirou’s – her – cock. A groan escaped the gag as his shaft jolted in her hand. Chuckling to herself she picked up the ring on the other side and opened it.
Shirou gasped as she clasped the ring around the base of his dick, his hips thrusting fruitlessly. She leaned forward and whispered, “You’ll cum when I want you to come.” Then she pulled the vibrator away from his thick, twitching length and opened a white tube laying beside her.
Rider had suggested all of the lovely toys at Sakura’s side. She wasn’t sure if she was brave enough to use the slim, metal rods to thrust inside of Shirou’s urethra, but she had them anyway. However this was something she was brave enough to do. Smiling she coated the vibrating metal rod with the clear, thick fluid and made sure there was some on her fingers as well. Then she moved to his muscular rear with a rather wicked smile that he couldn’t see.
“Now, you need to relax, Sempai,” she all but sang out as she pressed the vibrator into his firm cheeks.
He jerked with a hard cry as she invaded him, but she kissed his cheek and neck as she coaxed the toy into his virgin passage. “There,” she said as she pushed it as far as it could go before turning it to full strength. Shirou cried out, his hips jerking as his cock twitched and the thick head oozed clear lust for her.
“Is that on a sweet spot?” she asked as she pushed him onto his back. He nodded, all but growling behind the gag.
Sakura smiled, and then positioned her slit over his straining girth. She groaned as she sank down on him, feeling the delicious feeling of being filled by her lover. Each twitch of him inside her was treasured as she began to ride him. One of her hands moved to between where they were joined to toy at the swollen nub at the apex of her folds as almost an after thought.
Each thrust of her riding him brought her higher and higher, and each muffled cry under his gag only drove her wilder. She could feel her own lust pour from her, soaking them both until they were sticky. The tension within her was building more and more, she was going to shatter.
And she wanted him to pour into her when she did.
“Now,” she groaned as she unfastened the ring and sent it flying across their bedroom.
Shirou grunted hard as he pressed into her, pushing even deeper. The first spurt of heat sent her crashing over the edge with a scream as her inner walls collapsed around her lover. Her vision blurred white as she cried out her joy for her Sempai to hear her.
Then she fell over him, the energy sapped from her muscles for the moment. The sound of their heavy breathing mingled with the mechanical buzz of the vibrator filled the room. Sakura felt her strength returning and she moved herself off of Shirou’s still twitching length. She reached up, removed the ball gag, and then positioned her dripping slit over Shirou’s face.
“Now, you’d better lick me clean,” she said with a smile as she lowered herself onto his waiting tongue, ready to start round two.
As always, he never disappointed.
