A Normal Day

As Saber and Shirou made their way through the streets of Fuyuki market, moving from stall to stall, and from store to store, collecting everything they needed for the coming week, the servant could do absolutely nothing but squirm in arousal within Shirou's grasp. His hand was still on her buttock, having practically seized her by the ass, and was now liberally groping and squeezing her ass cheek at his leisure as he pulled her around. That alone was enough to make her feel quite flushed, his possessive grasp on her was quite endearing. She might almost feel comfortable with his hand there eternally.

But his swift oral domination of her previously had left her hot and bothered, and now his hand on her was having all the same effect as someone practicing edging ****. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. She needed it so, _so _bad. But he was denying her. Worse than that he was acting like nothing was happening. Like she wasn't leaving a trail wherever they went that would allow any pervert with the inclination to trace their every movement as they secured supplies of fresh fish, rice and root vegetables. Shirou carried his fair share of course, but she had offered to use her servant strength to carry a larger amount of the supplies, in the hopes it would be rewarded with finally stopping the ceaseless **** of denial.

But it was worse than that though. Shirou's hand was under her dress, and while it was normal for him to take such an act, now anyone could take a look and see her legs and underwear, and Shirou's hand blatantly dug underneath it. She couldn't fathom how humiliating it would be to encounter an enemy Servant or Master while they were in such a state, and she doubted they would be polite enough to wait for her Master to withdraw his hands from her ass before they took action. Whether the encounter became a battle or an orgy, it would be embarrassing beyond measure.

She sucked in a sharp breath of air as Shirou's fingertip lightly brushed over her sensitive anus, bringing her even more stimulation and a bolstering to the deluge of juices dripping from her pussy and down her inner thigh. She could barely keep her knees from knocking against one another as the pleasure got to her, and Shirou continued to not even acknowledge what he was doing to her. This was the absolute worst part of the entire ordeal. Shirou's fingers were constantly shifting as they fondled her backside, and every now and then her back door would feel a visitor brush past. But never did it linger, and never did it knock on the door, nor even attempt to enter. Constantly he teased her with something he had no intention of giving her.

So distracted was she by the latest occurrence of such, that she bumped right into a woman who was currently purchasing something from a stall. "I-I'm sorry." She apologised between shuddering breaths, desperately trying to refrain from letting out a moan like some common street whore right into this innocent woman's face. She received a set of pursed purple lips in response, a curious shade of lipstick to be sure, but she supposed it went with the woman's blue eyes and hair. Those eyes widened marginally as they took in the sight of just who it was that had run into them.

"Oh. No trouble." A smooth silken voice replied from betwixt the enchanting pair of lips, her elfin ears twitching slightly. "I was just browsing for something pretty to buy as a gift." The woman's eyes traced up and down her frame, taking in the blue dress she usually wore under her armour, but was for now taking the place of clothing since she had nothing else to use. "But I think I have found the most beautiful thing already."

"Well that's good. We'll let you get back to your shopping." She said with as beaming a smile as she could muster, and quickly trotted away, pulling Shirou along by the arm that still refused to release her. She could almost feel the woman's gaze remain on her and Shirou as the walked away, and she wanted to bury her head in her hands and scream when she realised the woman was probably getting a perfect view up her skirt right now thanks to Shirou.

Shirou just squeezed her ass another time.

She felt ripe. Her juices were dribbling all over and it was long past time that she was properly plucked and consumed. And yet Shirou refused. Was he torturing her deliberately? Had Ishtar already sunk her hooks into his brain and turned him into a lust filled beast, and now he was toying with his prey like a cat might a mouse? Or was this perhaps his way of showing her off? They were in a market, if there was any finer place to demonstrate ones wealth and the value of ones property it was here. She could just imagine if this was the days of Rome. How many of the men here would have approached, offering their entire life's savings to have her as their concubine or pleasure ****?

She stood a little taller in Shirou's grip, and leaned a little further into his side.

The next place they stopped was a butchers, and Shirou swiftly haggled his way into being the owner of half a dozen sirloin steaks of the best quality on offer. Her mouth watered just at the sight and the mental images that came unbidden into her mind of the magnificent dishes Shirou could create from such high quality meat. Her ravenous appetite was enough that she was even able to temporarily ignore the thrashing call of her libido, demanding her to attend to her needs since Shirou would not.

She was almost completely lost in her daydream of deliciousness that she didn't realise Shirou had stopped until his grip on her buttocks physically pulled her back to him, and he casually manhandled her body into pressing up against him, her hands on his chest. He was looking into a shop window. It was a clothes store, with a few manikins in the window dressed in dresses and skirts and other garb. They were nice enough clothes she supposed, though the grail didn't give her an appreciation of modern fashion, just an understanding of it.

But after a moment she looked up at Shirou and tracked his eyeline through the glass, until she found herself looking at a rack of chokers. There were many different designs in many colours, a veritable bounty of them. And it was as she saw them that Shirou began to move towards the entrance, and she was brought along for the ride.

They of course made an almost immediate beeline for the chokers, and Shirou studied the display up close. "Saber, I think we should probably get you some clothes." He said as his hands hovered up and down the display, skimming over the selection of blue chokers and collars, all of them matching the colour of her current dress. "Do you see anything you like?"

Her head swivelled around this way and that. There were a few dresses and such, a skirt here and a blouse there. Nothing that really held her attention, but more driven by a pragmatic desire to fit in with the clothing of the current day, without making too large a divergence from her current attire. She wasn't really one who had ever fussed over clothing in her first life. By the time she had reached a station where apparel mattered, looking feminine had been stricken from the list of priorities entirely. "A few things."

His hand withdrew from her buttocks, and his fingers came away still damp with some of her 'honey'. "Why don't you go pick out a few things you like, and meet me over by the changing rooms. I'll get some things too and you can try them on." She had no real reason to object, so she swiftly spun a circuit around the shop and collected everything that had caught her eye, both glad and disappointed that Shirou had finally released her.

When she met him in front of the changing rooms, he had picked out one of the chokers and was now waiting for her with it clasped in one hand, but he had also apparently found the time to pick out an outfit of his own for her, and was holding the hangers in his other hand while their shopping rested at his feet. He smiled and offered her both, and she swiftly disappeared into the changing rooms with their selections. His intentions had been very easy to read.

Her first outfit was relatively simple. A blouse and skirt combination, that fit her quite loosely but pleasingly. When she looked at herself in the mirror it was quite clear she was female but it also appeared like a nice middle ground between casual and professional. Her hand reached out for the choker Shirou had given her to complete the ensemble, but she held herself back. Not just yet. She wasn't willing to do that just yet.

She brushed her way out of the curtained booth and into the area where Shirou was sat waiting for her. Seeing the way that he perked up and looked at her with a smile on his face was enough for her to decide that she was willing to keep the clothes despite how unnecessary they really were. She vanished back into the changing room before he could say a word, just his expression already enough to convey his feelings on the matter.

The next outfit was very utilitarian. A black shirt and light coloured jeans, held together with a black belt. It was sleek, like something she might have worn in the previous war, but not all too uncomfortable despite the feelings that comparison made arise. Shirou gave it his wordless approval as well, though he hadn't seemed too sold until she gaze a little spin in place and showed off how well the jeans hugged her ass and hips. It was his imperative though, and she wouldn't blame him for it.

After that followed a fine white dress that clung to her sleekly and would probably have made her the belle of any ball from Fuyuki to Camelot. Complete with teal ribbons and white silk gloves, it made her feel actually ladylike. If she and Guinevere had been in reversed positions, and she was the wife **** to play Queen and suffer rumours while her husband ruled a country, this dress would have been a tiny thing that would have made her feel just a little bit better on those days. And showing off that she too was capable of elegance and grace, and not just the more kingly qualities she had been more frequently asked to embody, wasn't such a bad thing either.

After that was an outfit that was more of something for the summer. The skirt wasn't even knee length, stopping somewhere in the mid thigh, but it was almost like a one piece dress and an apron at once. She wore a white shirt underneath it since it had what she could only describe as a breast window and no sleeves, and overall it seemed like the perfect outfit to wear if she were to go to a festival in the summer months when keeping warm wasn't a problem. That just made her feel even more split about it though since she was highly unlikely to be around that long, but Shirou's gentle smile upon seeing it wiped that all away. There was no desire in that smile, just happiness.

But that left her with only two outfits remaining. One of them was... bedroom wear. It was a see through night dress that seemed to be made of the most silken of gossamer threads. It trailed off like a wedding dress, but it was almost as if it wasn't even there. She wore it and inspected herself in the mirror, but almost immediately decided that she was not going to be stepping out into a shop with this on her body. Never in a million years. If she ever wore this again it would be somewhere private. And for Shirou's eyes only. Definitely. She carefully peeled the outfit off of her body and neatly folded it.

And thus it was time for the final outfit, and the one that she had been deliberately putting off the entire time. The outfit that Shirou had chosen for her.

She shimmied the shorts up her legs and felt them squeeze tightly around her hips. The top half of the outfit barely covered any more of her skin than the top half, barely even concealing her bra underneath it, making her thankful for the sleeveless jacket that was provided to be worn over the top of it. Shirou apparently had some idea of the fashion that he was aiming at since he had also selected a pair of bracelets and a necklace to be worn alongside the rest of the ensemble. She inspected herself in the mirror with all of it adorning her body. It was... she didn't really know how to describe it. The words weren't in her vocabulary. But there was one word that came to mind.

Incomplete.

Her eyes drifted downwards towards the choker rested there. Her fingers fumbled to pick it up, and she turned it over in her hands a few times, inspecting its weight and the feeling of the strong material. It was almost like it was less a choker, and more a collar. She didn't know if that made it better. Whatever the case though, despite how much she tried to delay, despite how it felt like she was moving her arms through treacle as she moved to settle it around her neck, it was wrapping tight around her throat before she truly realised it.

She looked at herself in the mirror, now with the circlet around her neck, putting just that little bit of pressure there, reminding her of its presence with every breath she took. She took several. And then she spun on one foot and left pushed her way through the curtains.

Shirou's smile was like the sun, and he was on his feet in an instant, stepping forwards and marvelling at her small figure contained within the outfit that he had chosen for her. Her stomach was on full display, revealing the abdominal muscles that hid there, less defined than those on a body builder or similar athlete, but then again Saber wasn't entirely dependant on muscle for her great strength.

"You look incredible." Shirou said, barely able to take his eyes off of a single piece of her for even an instant, every motion to turn his gaze towards a different part of her body a trial in and of itself. He was honestly marvelling at her right now, outright gawking. It was fun to see him looking like that. His arms spread wide and he stepped into him as he enclosed them around her, wrapping her in a tight hug and immediately dropping his hands to her bootyshorts clad ass. He lifted her up in his arms until their lips were aligned, and this time she took the initiative to press herself forwards against him.

Shirou spent the kiss walking back through the curtains, up until her back was pressing against the glass mirror within. And there they finally pulled apart, Shirou strapped for air, and her rampant with newly re-inflamed arousal. She could already feel the familiar trail of liquid beginning to run down her inner thigh. Shirou was a lucky man indeed. "Shirou~~!" She moaned out, leaning forwards and giving his collar bone a teasing nibble as she looked up at him through hoodwinked eyes. "You've been teasing me. Now you need to take responsibility."

"Who am I to disobey a King's command?" He replied, his hands already pushing down her shorts just enough to allow his cock to get at her bared mons. As he slammed home inside of her and her back was pressed even harder back against the mirror, Saber's legs and arms both came up to wrap around Shirou possessively. She wanted this. She needed this. She was going to enjoy this.