Flame-Chasers

Shirou Emiya, sat on the comfy sofa in the Schicksal headquarters' common room, his eyes drooping with exhaustion.

His muscles ached from the countless swings of his blade, he should have thought before agreeing to a sparing match with Raiden Mei, a darn Herrscher.

Then a sudden appearance of the portal snapped Shirou out of his daze. A woman with hair as white as fresh snow and eyes as blue as the deep sea emerged from the swirling vortex of light. Her smile was so wide and genuine that it seemed to light up the room.

"Hey, Kiana," Shirou greeted. The woman with the snow-white hair and piercing blue eyes looked around curiously before her gaze fell upon him.

"Shirou!" Kiana exclaimed, her voice echoing with joy. She rushed over to him, her long white hair fluttering behind her like the tail of a comet.

Shirou felt a rush of energy as he sat up straight, pushing aside his weariness. She obviously wanted something, and from the way she's beaming at him. Before he could ask.

"I have a gift for you," Kiana said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She stretched out her hand, revealing a small, blue-gold gem nestled in her palm. The gem looked like a miniature star, emanating a faint glow that danced in the palm of her hand.

"It's a fragment of Finality's authority aka a Herrscher core, I made specially for you," Kiana said, placing the gem in Shirou's hand.

Shirou's eyes widened as he stared at the gem. The weight of it was surprisingly light, but he could feel an intense energy coursing through it. The core was warm to the touch, almost as if it was alive.

"But Kiana," Shirou protested, his mind racing with questions. "What do I do with a Herrscher core?"

"Use it to become a Herrscher," Kiana said, her smile never wavering. "Before you say no, try it out. I promise, it's perfectly safe."

Her confidence was infectious, and despite his reservations, Shirou felt his hand tighten around the core. It seem to melt and absorbed into his skin, leaving a faint blue line that traced up his arm and vanished under his sleeve.

A large sum of information was processed in Shirou's mind as the core's energy surged through him, feeling as if he'd plugged into an electrical outlet. He could sense a new power within him, something that was alien yet oddly familiar, like an old forgotten friend. The core's power didn't overwhelm him as he had feared; instead, it felt like it was merging with his very being, becoming one with him.

"Kiana, isn't this the core of Domination?"

Her smile grew more mysterious, "more or less, it's a modified version, I've mixed in bit of 'Reason and Sentience' to balance things out."

"You don't need to possess someone else or create a puppet," Kiana assured him, her eyes gleaming with a knowing look. "With Reason's power you can create a perfect copy of your body, plus Sentience will allow your other self to access your soul and pull out the blueprints of the swords and recreate them with Reason,"

Shirou felt his heart race. The implications of what Kiana had just told him were immense. He could feel the core's power thrumming through his veins, eager to be unleashed.

"With this I can be at different places at the same time," Shirou murmured in amazement. "and..."

"Fuck multiple women at the same time?" Kiana suggested with a wink, her teasing tone cutting through the tension in the room.

Shirou blushed furiously, "No, I mean protect more people, and...

Kiana chuckled, "I know what you mean, Shirou," she said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "But you can't deny it's a tempting perk."

Her touch sent a jolt of warmth through him, and for a moment, Shirou found himself lost in her gaze. However, he quickly regained his composure.

"Sorry, Kiana not your turn, yet," Shirou said.

"Whose is it?" Kiana questioned, her smile mischievous.

"The Flame Chasers," Shirou said.

"All of them!?" Kiana's expression grew serious.

Shirou nodded, "Well the female ones at least," he clarified, feeling his cheeks warm up again.

Kiana chuckled and took a step back, "Alright, go ahead. Test your new power," she said, her voice filled with excitement and curiosity.

Shirou took a deep breath, focusing on the energy that now hummed within him. He could feel the core's power coalescing, waiting for his command.

"Alright," he murmured to himself, "let's do this."

Closing his eyes, Shirou focused on the newfound power within him. He visualized a copy of himself standing right beside him, the same height, same build, even the same expression of determination etched on its face. He felt the energy from the core coalesce, swirling around his hand before a pulse of blue-white light shot out and formed a human silhouette. The light grew denser, solidifying into a second Shirou, dressed in his identical attire.

It wasn't just a clone, Shirou felt he was standing at two places at once, his mind processed two sets of sensory inputs, his sight was doubled and his hearing echoed. The Shirou#2 looked at him with his own eyes, as if looking into a mirror.

The Shirou#2 looked down at its hand, and so did Shirou, feeling the strange sensation of his consciousness being in two bodies. It was like he had split in half, but remained whole. The Shirou#2 mimicked his movements perfectly, raising its hand in the air as if to test its own existence.

"Alright," Shirou said to his copy, his voice steady despite the shock. "Let's try something simple." He focused on the blue line that snaked up his arm, willing it to manifest a sword, a plain iron sword. The Shirou#2 followed suit, and soon both Shirous were holding identical weapons.

As Shirou(s) played with their new power, Kiana drooled at the sight.

"This is incredible!" she exclaimed. "Give me a sec, I'll be back." as she teleported away leaving Shirou alone with his thoughts and his newfound power.

He had a guess about what she was about to do, so began preparing, eight more blue-white lights shot out, each coalescing into a new Shirou, each one dressed identically. They all looked around the room, their expressions mirroring his own shock and excitement.

His mind somehow had no issues process 10 sets of sensory inputs. He could hear his own heartbeat echoed tenfold, his vision was no longer confined to one perspective but 10.

Shirou(s) looked around, seeing 9 copies of themselves. Each one was a perfect replica, right down to the last strand of hair.

He cautiously approached one of them, extending his hand. The other did the same, and as their fingertips met. It didn't hurt, nor it was a jarring experience. It felt as if he was shaking hands with himself. They all sat down on the sofa set, occupying every seat, their synchronized movements a mesmerizing sight.

The portal reopened, Kiana and a group of women stepped out. They were dressed in vastly different outfits, but they all had one thing in common: their eyes burned with a fiery determination that was unmistakable.

They were the Flame chasers, heroes of previous era or atleast digital clones housed in bodies made of nano machines.

Elysia, the pink-haired elf, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, stepped forward, her bubbly form a stark contrast to the sinful figures of the nuns who followed. Her gaze fell upon the Shirou(s), and she couldn't help but giggle at the sight. "You know how to make a girl happy, Shirou," she said, her voice as sweet as honeyed whispers.

Aponia, the nun, approached next. Despite her holy attire, she exuded an aura of lust and depravity. "I do agree with Elysia," she said, her tone firm yet gentle.

Eden, the diva, sauntered in with an air of confidence that could rival the sun itself. "Indeed, Shirou," she said, her voice a melodious purr. "This is quite the...unique surprise."

Vill-V, the magician, twirled with a flourish. "I kinda wish I could do the same," she quipped, a playful smile on her lips.

Sakura, the pink bunny girl, hopped over to the sofa with a spring in her step. Her eyes, filled with a mix of wonder and mischief, took in the sight of the Shirou(s). She leaned in close to one of them, whispering something that made the all 10 Shirou's cheeks flush a deep shade of red.

Mobius, the ouroboros, walked into the room, her green hair trailing behind her like a serpent's tail. Her slit eyes, surveyed the scene with a mix of amusement and interest. She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. "Well, this is certainly an... Interesting," she said, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to coil around the room.

Griseo, the painter with blue hair. Her eyes lit up with wonder. "Oh my! Can I play with all of them?" she squealed, bouncing on her feet.

Hua, the martial artist, took a step back, eyeing the Shirou(s) with a mix of desire and intrigue. Her hands remained at her sides, but the tension in her stance spoke volumes.

Pardofelis, the sleek cat girl, padded into the room with a grace that belied her feline nature. Her golden eyes narrowed as she studied the Shirou(s), her tail swishing back and forth with curiosity. "Interesting," she purred, "I wonder if I kidnap one, will I have my own personal Shirou?"

Shirou's heart skipped a beat as he watched the reactions of the flame chasers.

"Alright, let's not get ahead of ourselves," Shirou said, his voice echoing slightly as the Shirou(s) spoke in unison. "We need to figure out the limitations and control of this power before we go on any... adventures."

The flame chasers exchanged glances, each one seemingly more intrigued than the last. They had faced many extraordinary situations in their battles against the Honkai, but this was certainly a first.

The Shirou(s), still in awe of their existence, looked at each other before focusing their attention back to the flame chasers. The air was thick with anticipation, the room silent except for the occasional giggle from Elysia.

Eden took the first step, sauntering over to one of the Shirou's. She leaned in, her voluptuous chest pressing against his arm as she whispered something that made his heart race even faster.

With a knowing smile, Eden kelt down in front of one of the Shirou(s), her hand gently unzipped his pants. The Shirou in question looked surprised yet aroused, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched her movements. The other Shirou('s) remained still, their eyes locked on the unfolding scene with a mix of curiosity and excitement.

The feeling was surreal, each movement of Eden's tongue and the suction of her mouth sending waves of pleasure through all 10 of Shirou's bodies simultaneously. He could feel his cock swelling. The room grew warmer, and the tension grew palpable as the flame charges took notice of the intimate act unfolding before them.

Aponia was the next to act, approaching another Shirou with a grace that belied her holy garb. She knelt before him, her eyes filled with a passion that seemed almost sacred in its intensity. She unbuckled his belt, her movements deliberate and reverent, revealing his erect member to the hungry gaze of the others.

Elysia couldn't resist the urge to giggle as she watched her friends act upon their desires. She bounced over to a third Shirou, her pink hair bobbing with each step. With a wink, she mirrored Eden's actions, and unzipped his pants

"Let's see if you can handle all of us," she teased, her eyes gleamed with excitement as she took him in her mouth.

Soon all 9 Flame-chasers plus Kiana Kaslana had surrounded the 10 Shirou(s).

Heads bobbed up and down as the room was filled with the sounds of pleasure and passion. The scent of desire grew stronger as the flame charges lost themselves in the act.

Shirou Emiya for the first time felt overwhelmed, he couldn't be blamed, 10 different sets of eyes looked at him with a mix of hunger and affection.

10 tongues each with a unique touch, technique, wetness and pressure, danced around his shafts.

Elysia preferred gentle kisses and suckles.

Mobius, wrapped her long tongue around Shirou's cock, her serpentine tongue slithering and coiling.

Eden's mouth was a masterpiece, a symphony of pleasure that played upon his body like a finely tuned instrument. Each suck and stroke was perfectly timed, sending bolts of ecstasy through Shirou's being.

Griseo employed a mix of long, slow licks and quick, playful flicks of her tongue that had Shirou's eyes rolling back in his head.

Aponia's approach was a sacred ritual, her eyes closed in concentration as if praying to a divine phallus. Her deep throating was intense, a testament to her dedication to bring him to climax.

Pardofelis, with a feline grace, took her turn, her tongue rough and sandpapery, adding a unique sensation to the mix.

Sakura leaned back, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she began to stroke Shirou's cock with her soft yet firm touch while tip of her tongue flicked teasingly across the tip.

Hua's movements were firm, each stroke and suck calculated to bring him to the brink of orgasm.

Vill-V was like a storm that kept changing her tempo, from gentle to wild.

Kiana was... sloppy, her saliva dripping down Shirou's shaft as she eagerly devoured him.

Each of the Flame-Chasers (+Kiana) had found a Shirou to attend to, and the scene was one of pure, unbridled lust. The air was thick with the scent of desire, the soft sounds of moans and wet smacks echoing through the room.

The pleasure was amplified by their connection to each other. It was as if they were experiencing every sensation tenfold, each stroke of their tongues a crescendo of ecstasy that threatened to shatter their very beings.

Shirou watched as the women worked in unison, their mouths moving in perfect harmony with his thoughts. Each of them had their own way of pleasuring him, and the sensations were overwhelmingly intense. His mind raced with the thought of climaxing in each of them.

The tension grew to a crescendo, and with a roar, Shirou released his seed into the eager mouths of his lovers. It was as if a dam had burst, and a torrent of pleasure flooded through his being. Each woman took their fill, their eyes closed in ecstasy as they swallowed his essence.

As the pleasure receded.

"~he, it seems we'll come out on top" Elysia said, her voice a seductive whisper as flame charges (Plus Kiana) began to disrobe.

One by one, the flame charges approached the Shirou(s), their eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation.

Hua was the first to straddle one, her thighs tightening around his waist as she positioned herself over his erect cock. The sensation of her warm, wet pussy engulfing him was indescribable, sending a shockwave of pleasure through all 10 of his bodies.

Other soon followed suit, each choosing a Shirou to mount. They moved in unison, their hips rising and falling as they rode him with an enthusiasm that was infectious.

The sight of the ten women, each on a Shirou, was a tableau of pleasure that defied the laws of reality. The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the wetness of their desire mingling with their moans and gasps.

The sensation of each pussy was a unique symphony to Shirou's cocks. Some were tight, like a vice grip, while others were warm and welcoming, hugging him like a soft pillow.

Each thrust into Elysia felt like sliding into a perfectly fit glove. Eden's pussy was like a glove made of silk and Aponia's was a like warm embrace.

Griseo's walls hugged him tightly, Pardofelis was wet as an ocean. Sakura's was a mix of both worlds

Vill-V's pussy one moment tightening around him, the next loosening. Hua's grip was firm, her muscles rippling with each movement. Kiana's was like a black hole, pulling him in with an intense gravitational ****, her inner muscles spasming around him with every thrust.

Mobius's was an adventure unto itself, her pussy stretching and adapting around him as if they were one being.

The Shirou(s) watched in amazement as their bodies moved in perfect unison, each thrust and stroke bringing them closer to the precipice of climax.

The room was a blur of skin and passion, the flame chasers grinding against him, their bodies writhing in pleasure. The heat from their combined passion was almost tangible, the air thick with the scent of arousal.

Shirou, unable to resist the allure and the seductive embrace of the Flame-Chasers, gave in to the moment. His bodies responded instinctively, moving in tandem as he pumped into each of them.

As if his last at maintaining his sanity, Shirou(s) reached out to grasp the breasts of the women surrounding him. Each hand found its mark, cupping and squeezing with a mastery that seemed innate.

Some were firm and pert, filling his palms perfectly he squeezed these like a stress balls.

Others were large and plump, allowing his fingers to sink in and knead the flesh as if it were play dough.

The orgy grew wilder. He felt as if he was a part of a living, breathing, sexual tapestry that was being woven before his very eyes. The sensations were indescribable, each thrust, each touch, each moan, amplified by 10.

Shirou felt the pressure building within him, a cocktail of pleasure that was threatening to explode.

"I'm close," Shirou, warned, his voice strained with effort as he felt the pressure of his impending climax building. The flame charges, sensing his urgency, increased their pace, their movements becoming more erratic as they raced towards the finish line with him.

With a final, unified gasp, they all reached the peak of their pleasure simultaneously. Shirou felt the warmth of their pussies tighten around his cocks as they all shuddered with the **** of their orgasms. The room was filled with the sound of their collective cries of ecstasy, echoing through his mind and body like a symphony of passion.

The sensation was indescribable. As if ten separate stars had exploded within him at once, showering him in a supernova of bliss. The Shirou(s) grunted in unison as they released their cum deep within the flame charges, filling them to the brim with their essence.

Their bodies convulsed, each muscle straining with the intensity of the climax that washed over them. The room echoed with the cacophony of their shared ecstasy.

Shirou's mind was a whirlwind of pleasure, experiencing each orgasm as if they were his own. It was as if he had become the very essence of desire, a living conduit for the passion that flowed between them.

As the final waves of pleasure ebbed away, Shirou(s) leaned back, panting heavily. His bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, and the flame chasers still connected to him, equally spent. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing.

As the last of the Shirou(s) pulled out of the flushed and satisfied Flame-Chasers, Shirou felt the weight of his bodies' fatigue.

"Let's call it day," Shirou panted, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes still glazed with passion.

"Wait a sec, We've barely scratched the surface of your new power," Kiana said, her eyes glinting with excitement, as she licked her lips clean of drool. "Your Herrscher core at min should be able to maintain a 1000 connection."

Shirou stared at her, his chest heaving, trying to process what she had just said. "What...what do you mean?"

Kiana smirked, her eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and challenge. "I mean," she began, "We should atleast stress test your power once, by testing if all 1000 bodies can keep a stable connection under highly stimulating situation." She gestured to the exhausted yet still aroused Shirou(s).

Shirou swallowed hard, the thought of 1000 connections was too daunting. "Kiana,"

Kiana waved her hand dismissively, "Don't worry, we'll start with 100." She had a mischievous glint in her eye, enjoying his discomfort.

Shirou took a deep breath. He slowly extended his hand and focused on the Herrscher core. The energy within him as core removed itself from him and appeared in his palm. The fake Shirou(s) disappeared as if they were never there.

He fling the gem to Kiana, who caught it deftly with a disappointed look in her eyes.

Shirou stood up, feeling the ache in his muscles but also a strange sense of euphoria from the intense experience.

"Alright, I need to shower," he said, "See you guys later." He walked away, leaving the room filled with the scent of sex.

The flame charges watched him leave, some of them stretching out on the couch with lazy smiles while others couldn't help but pout at his abrupt departure.

"You were too Kiana-chan," Elysia teased, her cheeks still flushed from the experience.