(Content Warning. This work will contain scenes of a pornographic nature that may be disturbing to some viewers, please use discretion when reading)
Black Cherries
And, so, I summoned my servant, a Saber. A blonde about my age named Satoshi. After Lancer’s attack, he had explained the nature of the Grail wars. At least, that’s the short version. The long version is more involved, but at the moment I’m not worried about anything other than what to do next, now that I’m involved in this conflict.
Satoshi has suggested that, for the sake of appearances, I call him Saber around other masters. That way, it will look like I have a normal heroic spirit as my partner in the war and keep others guessing.
Satoshi excuses himself to check the area around the house and I lean back just long enough to choke on my own sigh as a chill runs up my spine. The barrier has been penetrated by a strong force…coming from Sakura.
…What?
“Hello Senpai”, Sakura says as she throws…Sakura? at me. I barely react fast enough to catch a red-faced Sakura wearing her usual attire. I catch a glimpse of the other Sakura’s outfit. It seems to be a suit you’d see in racing circles, patches included.
Before I can ask what’s going on, Satoshi enters in nothing but a white sheet, with blackened burn marks on his shoulder and forearm.
“The other two servants have been detained Shirou, if you’re dealing with Sakura and her Rider servant then may I deal with the Caster and Assassin that share their appearance?” he asks.
Sakura looks at me, and then the other Sakura, I guess we're calling her Rider, speaks up.
"Don't kill them, I understand taking a bit of revenge but please be reasonable", she says, pouting her cherry-painted lips as her hands clasp in prayer.
Satoshi nods. “I have no intention of harming them”, he answers.
“Then go ahead and deal with them”, I reply.
With that he leaves, and Sakura slides out of my grip.
“Senpai, please trust us to handle dinner”, she requests in her usual, soft, way.
I nod. I can’t believe Sakura means me any harm, and Satoshi didn’t seem worried. I guess I’ll just relax for now.
Interlude (Satoshi)
I sigh before re-entering the dojo. Caster is hoisted up on the balls of her feet, her arms painfully drawn up and backward by her makeshift black bindings, whilst Assassin is on the floor, frog-tied with her wrists bound behind her. Both are gagged. I admit I’d prefer to have been more gentle in stopping them, but they are both Sakura, and I know how formidable an opponent she can be.
Assassin struggles on the ground, and both struggle against their gags and bindings. I ungag them both, before removing Caster’s clothes. As I do so, Caster bites her lip and gives me a look somewhere between defeat and disgust.
“I guess I should call you master now, or will you take my body as payment as well?” she asks, snarking at me.
I shake my head. “I simply wanted to make us even for my own clothes. I have no desire to force myself on you, winner or otherwise”, I say.
She looks at me, confused.
“He’s Senpai’s son with Saber”, Assassin blurts out, still bound on the floor.
Wait, no, she’s behind me!
Assassin, having escaped from her bondage, drapes her arm over my chest and takes a firm grasp of my shaft.
“And, just like them, he’s too polite when his body is being honest. You should also be honest, master. Besides, he’s rather ...healthy”, she says with a giggle.
Caster twitches and stares at me. “Is what my servant says true?” she asks.
I nod. “Yes, although I can’t tell how she figured that out.”
Assassin gently squeezes me and nips my ear. “You probably shouldn’t use his swords as your first resort in a fight”, she whispers.
Caster looks from me to Assassin, and then back to me.
“Would you have Assassin or myself as partners, Saber?” she asks, softening somewhat.
“You’re beautiful and, if I’m honest, I would enjoy it”, I answer, knowing that being any less honest would cause Assassin to tease me.
She smiles. “I believe you. Can you, being his son, forgive monsters like us?”
“I once threatened the Princess of the True Ancestors, that is Archtype Earth, and Alaya, the spirit of humanity’s will to live, because they said your adopted brother needed to die to save the other six billion humans. I threatened to kill every person on Earth then crash the moon into Earth turning it into fragments of lifeless rock if they tried. I doubt you’ve done anything I wouldn’t forgive”, I tell her.
Shocked at my statement, Assassin backs off of me, releasing her caress.
“One life or one million, they are the same to me. Every life is precious, whatever you’ve done to survive is not my concern so long as you do not intend on harming the innocent here and now”, I finish, admitting something I honestly should have kept secret.
The two look at each other, before Assassin turns to me.
“It’s settled then. As per my master’s wishes, we request that you enjoy us as you see fit”, she says, pulling my sheet away and revealing my member to Caster.
“It is my aim that you enjoy yourselves as well”, I reply.
They laugh, each in their own way, similarly happy but tinted by their own desires. Assassin leads me behind her master, teasingly tracing Caster’s slit with her fingers.
“Master enjoys the cane rather than the gentle caress”, she says, as Caster shivers from her touch.
A masochist, Caster is a masochist, ok, I think I can do this; she wants it so it’s ok.
I smack her thick hind quarters, first the left and then the right.
“H-Harder”, she gasps.
I nod and strike her harder, causing her to tremble and her ass to ripple like water. She yelps at the smack and leans toward me, wanting more. I strike her over and over, her yelps of pain slowly turning into moans of pleasure. Meanwhile, Assassin removes her catsuit, revealing a mirror of her master’s well-endowed form. Then, she positions herself in front of Caster and begins to masturbate.
I gaze at Caster’s thick bottom, crimson from the punishment she had desired. Deciding to take a leaf from Assassin's book, I grab Caster by the hips and spread her slit for all to see.
"Look how wet you are, Caster. Assassin was right, you really are a masochist, aren't you?" I say, seeing that her legs are soaked with her own lust.
I slide in with ease despite her tightness, causing her to lean forward into Assassin’s crotch. Caster shivers from the pleasure, and begins to service her servant with her tongue.
"You're getting off on this, aren't you, slut", Assassin says as she grabs the back of Caster's head, pressing her master's mouth into her wet folds, enjoying the feeling of domination.
Caster shivers at the fear and anticipation of what her sadistic captor might do, gasping with barely-restrained pleasure from her rough treatment. Her gasps and shivers trigger something in me and I start thrusting inside her. As I do so, Assassin moves her hands down to cup Caster's breasts, kneeding them roughly and causing her to let out a pained gasp. Then, she takes a firm hold on Caster's nipples and pulls them sharply downwards, causing her to cry out.
"Lick harder, bitc… oooh", Assassin says, gasping with pleasure as Caster takes her clit in her mouth and sucks hard, painfully twisting and pinching her captive's nipples.
Meanwhile, I thrust into her hard and fast. Gradually, the moans of pain turn into gasps of pleasure.
As her body tenses from Assassin's attentions, I smack Caster’s ass. Instead of loosening, her inner world tightens, claiming me with its heat. Suddenly, my senses heighten and I'm overwhelmed by the lust-filled force of her body and the sweet scent of her sweat. The world begins to fade to white as my senses burn away, leaving me in the world of pleasure Caster's body has created.
My body screams at me and I obey, thrusting hard and quickly inside Caster. Assassin begins to moan loudly, and I can I hear the sound of Caster's tongue between their gasps and moans. The bonds holding Caster’s arms snap, leaving Assassin and me to hold her up. As we do, her body tightens, demanding my seed. As I fill her insides, I find my body acting on its own. Still hard, it continues thrusting, as if laying claim to Caster.
Caster makes an indescribable sound that must be pleasure as she soaks me in her body’s lust, cumming hard enough to push me out of her. At that same moment, Assassin releases, covering Caster's face in her juices. Weakened by her explosion of lust, Caster drops to her knees.
Then, with utmost confidence, Assassin strides over to me and forces her tongue into my mouth as she begins to stroke me slowly.
“Come here, bitch!” she snaps at Caster.
Caster looks timdly at Assassin but obeys her Servant, who then takes her by the hair and drags her to sit level with my member.
“Suck”, she barks, forcing Caster to suck my tip. Caster starts gently, but Assassin forces her deeper onto my shaft. She coughs at being forced to clean my length, but is made to continue by Assassin, who starts verbally abusing Caster as she forces her to keep sucking me.
Caster’s ministrations send lightning through me; I can’t help but grasp the back of her head and take over from Assassin. But Assassin stops me and, then, just as I’m about to finish, she yanks Caster off of me, causing me to cover her face completely in my juice as I release.
Caster nods, embarrassed, as Assassin begins to clean Caster's face with her tongue. As she attends her master, Assassin leans towards her, pressing their ample breasts together and exposing her ass to me.
“Mmmm, you like his big thing, don’t you? Tell Saber how much you like his cock”, Assassin says, taunting her master.
Caster nods embarrassed as Assassin begins to clean Caster's face with her tongue. As she attends her master, Assassin leans towards her, pressing their ample breasts together and exposing her ass to me. I’m tempted to take Assassin from behind, but she seems already satisfied.
The twin servants begin to swap my juice between them, their tongues fiercely competing against each other until, finally, Assassin wins, making Caster swallow my seed. The two then stare at each other for a long moment, before they take my hands and drag me back into the house, and to the shower.
(/interlude)
The Sakuras. I’m not sure I’ll get used to there being more than one period, much less four. The two finish cooking and present me with dinner. As usual, it’s fantastic food, but I’m embarrassed at how close to me the two are as we eat. Or, to be more precise, as Rider feeds me and Sakura with the same fork. After dinner, Rider takes both of our hands and leads us into a side room. Then, she places my hand in Sakura’s, before shutting the door and leaving us alone.
“Go on you two”, she says through the door.
It’s clear what’s she’s suggesting, and my own feelings come to light. I’ve suppressed them because I’m Shinji’s friend but Sakura is beautiful and, more importantly, she is important to me. I am lucky to have someone who cares for me.
Sakura sits in my room on my futon, fidgeting. While the atmosphere at dinner was somewhat awkward but otherwise happy, her mood now is much more restrained. Sakura hesitates for a few minutes before letting the flood gates open, tearfully telling me her true situation.
The tale she tells stretches back about ten years, it takes all night but I come away with three important pieces of information. Firstly, that Shinji can’t be trusted. Even with Satoshi and these other Sakuras here I’ll be sure to watch my back. Secondly, that Rin Tohsaka is Sakura’s sister and a master. Being her sister, I hope we can get her on our side, for Sakura’s sake. And, finally, that Sakura, in telling me about her abuse, trusts me absolutely. There's no way I can betray that.
Whether I’ll succeed at that, or what happens next, I can’t say for now.
