Happy Homecoming

The trio of Shirou Emiya, Ishtar possessing the body of Rin Tohsaka, and the petite blonde servant who had only been identified as Saber thus far, soon arrived back at the Emiya residence, and in quite high spirits. For Shirou such was quite well deserved. He had, in just the span of a few words, saved the lives of a minimum of 6 people, potentially as many as 12.

This Holy Grail War was a horrific thing, demanding deaths to sate its hunger before tossing out a wish to whomever remained. And he had defeated it. With just a look at him, every fighter in this war would gradually find themselves unable to stand against him. Would be drawn over to his side. And once they had all come to him, then he would be able to use his Normality powers to convince them that a wish wasn't worth the deaths that this Grail demanded.

Now for any other man, perhaps that would be asking too much. But Shirou Emiya was not a normal person anymore, though anyone who looked at him would most definitely believe him to be. He was instead a Normal one, but also someone utterly devoted to the path of being a Hero of Justice, and willing to sacrifice himself in any capacity to save others. Sacrificing his body, sacrificing his stores of semen, to save the lives of 6-12 people, was more than an equal trade.

But the only question was how would he keep up with so many women? To do that he had two solutions. The first was simple, he would need to devote himself to improving his physique, and especially his stamina, to the point where he could not fail to sate the women he was calling to his cock.

The second possible solution, which was not at all mutually exclusive with the first, was the very skimpily dressed Archer servant who he was currently bending forwards over his kitchen table, pressing down one of his hands on her blackclad ass to keep her there, while he directed Saber to sit behind her at the table and hold the Goddess in place, before moving around to where her head now existed.

"So Ishtar, I've got a few questions for you, and if you tell me what I want, I will give you what you want. If you don't, then Saber will be disciplining you."

The red eyed servant just propped her elbows up on the edge of the table and rested her chin in her hands, looking up at him with a gaze of mischievous lust. "Whatever you want, Master~" She purred out, licking her lips afterwards as she pointedly looked down towards his crotch and then back up at him again.

"What exactly is the situation with Rin right now?"

"She's still asleep. Nearly dying isn't something a normal human just walks off, and she was the one in charge when we got impaled. She felt the bulk of the pain from it. Massively shocked her system. She has been stirring though, I expect her to be awake again about mid day tomorrow. Until then you'll be dealing with me, exclusively." She licked her lips again at that word, batting her eyelids up at him as enticingly as she was able.

"Okay. That is good. You get your first reward." With that he knocked her elbows out from under her. Without them holding her up, she collapsed forwards a bit, and Shirou scooted forwards just in time that her face ended up pressing against his crotch, her nose tickling against his trousers just above his straining cock. He placed his hand on the back of her head, rubbing and petting it gently, passing his fingers over a few silken locks of her hair. "Here it is. Can you smell that? Can you feel that heat? That is because of Saber, and that Berserker, and it is because of you. You servants are all such sexy pieces of ass, and I just can't help it."

Saber blinked a little across the table, and quirked her head at him inquisitively. "You desire me sexually Master?"

"I do indeed Saber." He said immediately, still pressing IshtaRin's face into his crotch, and enjoying the feeling of it even through his trousers. "Would you mind if I fucked you at any point?"

"It would be normal for you Shirou. You may have my body if you desire it, though perhaps we should ensure that it is a time when we will not be interrupted by foes such as Berserker."

"I don't know. She might be nice as a witness. She could even join in. But I get your point. Anyway Ishtar, that is time up." He grabbed her by the hair, and lifted her back up from his crotch. Her eyes were slightly glazed, and she was breathing deeply, her face utterly lust drunk. He could feel the seals on his hand throbbing as they burned gold, the goddesses desire for him being transmitted through the bond between them.

"Next question. As your Master, wouldn't it be normal for you to grant me some sort of boon or blessing related to your godly powers? You are mine after all, what belongs to you belongs to me. I'm just asking what I'm owed really."

"Of course Master!" She barked out immediately like an overly excitable puppy, very eager to please. Her eyes changed from red to bright and shining gold, and the air around her began to shimmer. He heard the wooden floors and roofing creak, as Ishtar's power expanded through the room, exerting a pressure over it that made the whole room feel smaller, just from the sheer magnitude of the power it was trying to contain.

Shirou felt like a lone person in the eye of a hurricane, entirely unaffected by the huge disaster of nature around him, and he tasted gold for a moment as Ishtar reached out and touched his heart through his clothing.

All at once it stopped. Ishtar slumped, the gold and red fading from her eyes, leaving Rin's natural blue, but unfocused, staring off into the middle distance as they looked at nothing. Then he blinked and they were red again.

"Sorry Master." She said as she pushed herself back up. "Fainted for a moment. This body isn't made to handle that much power. But now you have received the blessing of Inanna, Queen of the Heavens."

"And what exactly does that do?"

"You are granted a boon for every single domain I possess. I could list them if you want?" He nodded. "For the Domain of Love, no woman will ever seek to leave you. Your love life will be free from strife from the moment your bond is made, never shakeable, and your love for each other unforgettable no matter what time may throw at you. For the Domain of Fertility, you now have complete control of your ability to impregnate women, having no need of contraceptives. Should you not wish to have a child, you can never do so no matter if you flood a woman's womb like a water balloon. Should you wish to impregnate one, she will need only the smallest droplet of your seed. For the Domain of Desire, you are now supernaturally attractive to women. If you are not in a woman's preferred type, she will judge you an exception, if you are a woman's type, she will find your mere existence captivating. All believe you to be a prime example of a human male, and will desire you because of it."

Ishtar paused there, straining forwards to nuzzle her cheek into the tent in his pants, sniffing it and luxuriating in the feel and heat of it against her. "Saber." He said, giving her the signal to discipline Ishtar and get her back on track. Nothing happened. He looked up. Saber herself had a strange look on her face, one of definite confliction. Her eyes were lightly glazed, she was visibly nibbling on the inside of her lips, and he could swear that her pupils were slightly narrowed, almost catlike. She sniffed at the air deeply, her nostrils flaring as she sampled the scents of the room. "Saber!" He called louder.

That snapped her out of it, and with a quick shake of her head she regained herself, before lashing out and planting a harsh gauntleted slap on Ishtar's exposed buttock, sending it jiggling violently with the power of a Servant. Ishtar squealed like a stuck pig, but the pain and pleasure together snapped her back into focus. "Ah. As I was saying. For the Domain of Beauty, your body has been enhanced. You musculature toned, your blemishes stripped away except where they serve to enhance your appearance further, your eyes, hair, scent, skin, everything about you is just that tiny little bit better. All together, you are now an apparition of beauty second only to myself. For the Domain of War, your strength is enhanced, and you may wield any weapon with skill eclipsing any other. Much like I severed a mountain in half, you may now cleave any threat to you and yours in twain."

"For the Domain of Justice, all will now see you as a rightful arbiter. In any dispute, from the minor to the major, your opinion is respected, and your word on a subject absolute. Your ruling is now the one upheld to be true and virtuous. For the Domain of Political Power, you now have all of the skills and knowhow to run a country, a nation, an Empire if you wish, and dance your way through the courts and backrooms of both, never faltering in holding the upper hand unless you should choose it to be so. And finally, for the Domain of Sex, the one I am sure you will appreciate the most." Slowly, she reached down towards his trousers, unzipping them and sliding down his underwear, looking up at him for permission at every step. His cock sprung out, standing tall and proud. "You are now longer and thicker, though it is barely an improvement for your given how magnificent you were already. But that is not all." She reached down further, the painted nails of one perfectly pedicured hand dancing across his balls, fondling them gently and making him tingle down below. "These are now industrial factories, inexhaustible but for the most devoted of efforts, performed by multiple goddess such as myself. And your stamina... that is now legendary. Rutting like a Rabbit will be nothing compared to Rutting Like Shirou Emiya. It shall become a new saying, far more prolific than the old. You shall fuck for a hundred days if you so desire. These are the full and varied blessings of Inanna, Queen of the Heavens. And I have given them all to you, my Master."

"My final question Ishtar." Shirou replied, not responding to the news of his new abilities as his mind whirred to take them all in. "How complete is your devotion to me? What would you do for me, sacrifice for me?"

"Anything and everything. This Goddess is your worm, your slut, your pet and your whore. I am a sleeve for your cock, to be filled at your leisure. I am a rag to wipe your rod clean on, when you have plundered others drawn and devoted to you. My body, mind and very soul are yours to mould like clay, to be fired into whichever shape you desire. You are the King of the Heavens in my eyes."

"That is very sweet Ishtar." He said, stroking her hair and along her back like one might a cat, and she responded like a cat, mewling and purring and pressing up into his hand. "I accept your offering." He said, and suddenly he seized the sides of her head, a hand on each pigtail, giving him a deadlock grasp on her. "And I plan to test it out right now."

Without further ado, Shirou thrust Ishtar's face down, forcing his cock straight in between her lips and down her throat, plundering it completely in a mere microsecond. Saber shifted behind Ishtar, as the Archer flopped like a fish trying to touch herself everywhere at once, while she was facefucked relentlessly by Shirou. Saber crossed her legs, and began to rub her thighs together, desperately seeking to suppress the Draconic Instincts within her, seeking to drive her to battle for control of him.

She knew that if she gave in, she would fuck him. She would fuck him here and now, and they would battle for dominance, and the one who emerged victorious would claim the other as their prize. And she knew she would lose.

She wanted it still. She wanted to give herself to him, to become another treasure in his hoard. But she couldn't do. She had a responsibility as a King and as a Servant. She couldn't take what she wanted, couldn't give in and become his, no matter how much she turned the pillow below her into a sodden mess.

Slowly, her hands reached out and seized Ishtar's hips, holding them in place. She slid the black panties of the Archer down, revealing her drenched pussy lips, and with a little squeezing her puckered hole. With no other option to abate her lust, Saber leaned forward, grasping a huge region of each luxurious butt cheek, and began to lick.