Asia Argento

Asia Argento, a young nun, walked into the room with a gentle smile.

She was one of the purest soul, that Shirou had ever encountered. Her eyes, a vivid emerald hue, sparkled with innocence and kindness that seemed to cut through the heavy air of the room. Her blonde hair, framing her delicate features.

Clothes she wore well... wasn't the most appropriate choice for a nun.

She wore a reverse bunny suit, which covered only legs and arms, rest of her was as exposed as it could be.

"Good evening, Lord Shirou," Her voice was like a soft melody that danced around the room. The contrast between her saintly demeanor and the provocative outfit was stark.

'What are you wearing?' he wanted to ask but didn't.

Shirou's eyes flickered over her, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. The way her breasts moved with every step she took was mesmerizing. He felt his cock twitch in response to the sight.

Asia approached him slowly, her eyes never leaving his. She knelt down before him, her hands reaching up to undo his belt. The anticipation grew, his heart pounding in his chest as she revealed his hardened member.

Her soft, warm hands wrapped around his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze before her mouth closed over the tip. Shirou gasped as she took him in, her tongue swirling around his cock with a skill that spoke of experience beyond her innocent facade. He watched as her cheeks hollowed out with every bob of her head, her eyes still locked on his, full of a strange mix of devotion and lust.

The sensation of her lips sliding over him, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside, was almost too much to bear. He could feel his balls tightening, his climax building with every second that passed. He reached down to grip her hair, guiding her movements, setting a rhythm.

Asia looked up at him, her eyes glowing with a fiery passion that seemed to challenge the very essence of her holy nature. Without breaking eye contact, she stood up, pushing him backwards onto the bed. She straddled him, her bare skin gliding over his, the heat of their bodies melding together.

"Lord Shirou, please lay back and let me serve you, tonight," Asia whispered, her breath hot against his ear. She ground her hips against him, her wetness already coating his shaft. Shirou could feel the heat emanating from her core, begging for his touch.

He complied, back of his head hitting the pillow with a soft thud. Asia hovered over him, her entrance was like a heavenly apparition, a contradiction of her holy attire and the carnality of her intentions. She positioned herself at the precipice of his erection, her slick folds parting as she lowered herself onto him. Shirou's eyes eyes closed as he felt her warmth envelop him, her tightness squeezing him like a vice.

Her movements were rhythmic and deliberate, a dance of passion that spoke of a deep craving for release.

He watched as she rode him, her breasts bouncing in defiance to laws of gravity, the sight alone was almost enough to make him cum. But he held back, savoring the sensation of her tight, wet pussy clenching around his cock, the way her hips rolled with every thrust.

The room filled with the sounds of their muffled moans and wet slaps of flesh on flesh. The scent of their arousal grew stronge.

Shirou reached up to cup Asia's breasts, feeling the firmness of her boobs against his palms. She gasped at his touch, her movements becoming more erratic. He could feel her walls tighten around him as she approached her peak.

"Ahh, my Lord sh... I'm... I'm almost there," Asia moaned, her voice strained.

Shirou could feel her pussy quiver around him, her body on the edge.

"Asia," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Don't stop now."

Her response was a whimper, her hips moving faster, her pussy tightening around his cock as she neared her climax. Shirou's eyes remained locked on hers, his thumbs gently flicking her nipples.

Suddenly, Asia's body stiffened, a high-pitched cry escaping her lips as she came. Her inner muscles spasmed, sending waves of pleasure crashing through Shirou. He watched as ecstasy painted her face, her eyes rolling back in her head. He felt her juices drowning his shaft.

Her orgasm seemed to trigger something in him. He could feel his own climax building, the pressure growing unbearable. Just as he was about to take over.

"Wait, Lord Shirou," Asia gasped, her voice still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. "I'm not done yet, when I told you that I'll be serving you tonight." She leaned down, her soft breasts brushing against his chest, "I meant all night."

"You won't make a nun break her vow, will you?" she said teasingly, her emerald eyes gleaming with mischief.

Shirou couldn't help but smile at her playfulness. "Of course not, Asia," he replied, his voice a mix of amusement and desire.

Asia leaned back and raised her hands, the air around her palms shimmering with an ethereal light. Her sacred gear, the Twilight Healing, activated. The light grew brighter, enveloping her entire body in a warm, comforting glow. Shirou watched in amazement as her skin took on a heavenly shine, the light seeping into her pores and healing her of any fatigue or strain from their passionate encounter.

Within moments, she was rejuvenated, her breaths deep and even once more. She looked down at Shirou with a soft smile, the light of her sacred gear fading away. "With the miracle given to me by God, I can continue to serve you as I promised."

Shirou nodded, his own desire unabated by the intermission.

She began to rock her hips again, her movements smooth and sensual, as if she had all the time in the world. Her pussy clenched around him, her walls fluttering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Shirou groaned, his grip on the bed sheets tightening as he felt the beginnings of his own climax building.

The room was filled with the sweet scent of their combined arousal, mingling with the faint metallic tang of her holy power. The tension grew as she rode him, her breasts bobbing with each thrust, her eyes never leaving his.

Shirou felt his own climax building again, but he knew that he had to resist for now. He didn’t want to end this heavenly experience so soon. He focused on the feeling of her tight pussy gripping him, her wetness coating his shaft, and the way her soft boobs felt under his hands.

"Asia," he said, his voice strained. "Ride me harder."

Her smile grew wider, her teeth flashing in the dim light of the room. She obeyed his command, her movements becoming more forceful. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, mixing with their muffled gasps and moans.

Shirou's cock was on fire, her pussy was heaven itself. He felt the pressure rising within him, threatening to spill over. But he held back, his eyes locked on hers, watching the passion play across her face.

Asia's pace grew more urgent, her eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. Shirou could feel her muscles tighten around him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He knew she was close again, and the thought of bringing her to the edge once more sent a bolt of desire through him. He reached up to caress her cheek, his thumb tracing a line down to her neck and over her collarbone.

Without breaking their gaze, she leaned forward, her mouth open slightly, and took his thumb into her mouth. The wetness of her tongue circled the digit, and she began to suck, her eyes never leaving his. The sight was erotic, the sensation strange and exhilarating. Shirou felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through him, his cock swelling even more inside her.

Asia's sucking grew more intense, matching the rhythm of her hips. Shirou's mind was a whirlwind of sensations, the feel of her mouth on his thumb, the tightness of her pussy, the sound of their bodies colliding.

The heat of her mouth was intoxicating, her tongue wrapping around his thumb with a skill that was almost as mesmerizing as her fellatio. He could feel her hunger, her desperation to please, and it only fueled his own desire.

Shirou knew he couldn't hold back much longer. His entire body was taut with tension, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. He pulled his thumb from her mouth, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'm going to cum inside you," he growled, his voice deep with need.

Asia's eyes widened, a hint of surprise flashing across her face, but it was quickly replaced by a fiery determination. She nodded, her hips moving faster, her breaths coming in short pants. "Yes, Lord Shirou," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Claim me."

Shirou felt the dam breaking within him. With a roar, he thrust upwards, burying himself deep inside her. His cock pulsed with his release, filling her with hot, thick cum. The sensation was overwhelming, his entire body shuddering with the **** of his orgasm.

Asia's eyes widened as she felt him fill her up, her own climax following closely behind. Her pussy clamped down on him, her walls contracting around his shaft as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders as she cried out his name.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breathing ragged. Shirou's cock twitched with every spurt of his release, painting the inside of her with his essence. The warmth and fullness of her were like nothing she had ever felt before.

As Asia felt his climax subside, she slowed her movements, allowing him to fully empty himself into her.

She watched as the tension in his body melted away, his grip on the bed sheets loosened, and his eyes closed. "You can sleep now, Lord Shirou," Asia whispered, her voice tender and soothing. "You work hard every day and night. Let me take care of you tonight."

Her movements had slowed, but they remained consistent, almost hypnotic. With each thrust, he could feel the last vestiges of tension melt away, his mind slipping into a hazy dreamscape.

Shirou's eyes grew heavy, and he drifted towards the precipice of sleep. But Asia wasn't done yet. Her passion had only been stoked higher by their shared climax, and she was determined to show him just how devoted she could be.

While Shirou's breaths evened out and he descended into a satisfied slumber, Asia's eyes remained open, watching him intently. Her hands slid down to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her palms. She felt a strange sense of power and satisfaction, knowing that she had brought him such pleasure, despite her innocent and holy facade.

With a gentle smile, she was determined to show her unwavering devotion by pleasure him till sunrise.

The room was filled with the soft whispers of their breaths and the occasional creak of the bed.