Kiana and Raiden Mei.

Shirou emiya found himself in what could only be called heaven.

Well he was in his room, in his bed, but he wasn't alone.

The scent of vanilla and jasmine filled the space, a gentle contrast to the faint metallic tang his own oder.

His eyes took in the two figures on either of him: Kiana Kaslana and Raiden Mei, both dressed in outfits that left little to the imagination. They were a vision of beauty, one with snow-white hair that cascaded down her back, the other with locks as royal purple as an empress's mantle.

His heart hammered in his chest like a blacksmith's anvil, echoing the rhythm of a thousand racing thoughts.

He himself was bare of any clothing.

Kiana was the first to make a move, her hand sliding over the silken sheets to rest on his bare chest.

He felt the weight of her gaze on him, her eyes likely tracing the lines of his body with a hunger that mirrored his own. Her skin was cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the heat of his own, and it only served to fan the flames of his desire.

Hand slowly moved lower, and Shirou's breath hitched as her fingertips grazed the sensitive skin just above his waistline. Kiana's touch was feather-light, a tease that was driving him wild. He watched as she bit her lip, her eyes closing for a brief moment as if savoring the feeling of his skin under her fingertips.

Raiden Mei, not to be outdone, leaned in from his other side, her breath hot against his neck sent shivers down his spine. Her hand followed suit, her fingertips tracing patterns on his inner thigh that grew bolder with each pass.

Shirou felt himself responding to their combined ministrations, his body betraying his thoughts. His cock began to rise, thick and heavy against his belly, the anticipation of what was to come making his pulse race.

Kiana took the hint, her eyes snapping open to meet his gaze with a smoldering intensity that spoke of passion and desire. With a grace that belied the urgency of the moment, she swung her leg over his waist, straddling him. Her core pressed against his length, the heat of her sex a promise of what was to come.

Shirou felt a shiver of pleasure as Kiana lowered herself and began to rock her hips, her movements deliberate and slow, teasing the tip of his cock with every motion. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, it was like touching the finest silk. His hands found her hips, gripping them tightly as he tried to control the need that was building within him.

Meanwhile, Raiden Mei slid into position between his legs, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

With a smirk, she leaned in, her velvet-soft tongue darting out to lick the length of his swollen cock. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through him that made him gasp aloud.

Kiana continued her slow, mesmerizing dance, her eyes locked with his as she ground her hips against him. The wetness between her legs coated him, leaving a slick trail that made each movement against him more tantalizing than the last.

Under the double onslaught of Kiana's rocking and Mei's eager licks, Shirou's resolve wavered like a candle in a storm.

Kiana's hips moved in a tantalizing rhythm, her movements deliberate and enticing. Each rock against his shaft sent bolts of pleasure through him, making him throb with need. He watched as her breasts swayed with the motion, the nipples hardening into tight peaks that begged for his touch. He reached up, his hands cupping them gently, rolling the sensitive flesh between his thumbs and forefingers.

The sound of her gasp was music to his ears. Her pupils dilated, and her movements grew more urgent. He felt her wetness increase, the slickness of her folds coating him more thoroughly with each pass.

Shirou's mind raced as he felt the pressure building, his orgasm approaching like a freight train barreling down the tracks of pleasure. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

With a final, **** thrust, he came, his release spurting hot and thick into Kiana's eager pussy.

Her eyes widened in surprise and pleasure, and she threw her head back, crying out his name.

Shirou's climax seemed to go on forever, a crescendo of sensation that left him gasping for breath.

"My turn," Raiden Mei whispered, her voice a seductive purr that sent another jolt of excitement through his body.

Without missing a beat, Kiana slid off him, her body glowing with a sheen of sweat. Mei took her place, her purple hair a wild halo around her flushed face. Her eyes were dark with desire, and her full lips curled into a knowing smile.

Shirou's cock, still hard from his release, was greeted by Mei's warm, wet cunt, and he felt himself being enveloped in a vice-like grip that was both thrilling and overwhelming.

Her pussy was tight, almost too much so, and he had to pause for a moment to adjust to the sensation. Her inner muscles rippled around him, as if eager to milk him dry.

He began to move, his hips rising to meet hers as she rocked back and forth. Her breasts bounced in time with their movements, the sight of her enjoying his cock sending another wave of pleasure through him.

But the moment was not solely about Mei. Kiana, not content to watch from the sidelines, moved closer, her hand sliding over Mei's shoulder to cup her breast from behind. Her thumb flicked at Mei's nipple, teasing it to a hard peak, and Mei's eyes fluttered closed with a moan.

The room was filled with the sounds of passion: Mei's breathy whimpers, Kiana's gentle coos of encouragement, and the slick sound of flesh against flesh. Shirou watched as the two of them moved together, their bodies a dance of desire that he was all too happy to be a part of.

Kiana's hand traveled down Mei's body, tracing the curve of her waist before coming to rest between her thighs. Her fingertips danced around Mei's clit, teasing and taunting, never quite giving her what she needed to climax. Mei's hips bucked in response, her body desperately seeking release.

Shirou watched the scene unfold with rapt attention, his cock still buried deep inside Mei, feeling her tighten around him with every touch from Kiana. The sight was almost too much to handle, and he had to fight to keep from coming again.

Kiana's hand grew bolder, her fingers finally finding their target. Mei's hips bucked again, her breath hitching as Kiana's fingertips began to circle her clit with a precision that spoke of experience. Shirou felt Mei's muscles tighten around him even further, her pussy squeezing him like a vise.

Kiana leaned in closer, her breath warm against Mei's neck as she whispered sweet nothings in her ear. "Does that feel good, Mei-senpai?" she asked, her voice a siren's song that only added to the erotic symphony in the room.

Mei could only nod, her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy.

Shirou felt a renewed sense of urgency, his cock swelling even larger within her. He picked up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper, matching the tempo of Kiana's skilled touch.

Mei's breaths grew ragged, her body tensing as she approached the brink. Kiana's hand moved faster, her thumb pressing firmly against Mei's clit, while her other hand reached back to squeeze Kiana's ass, urging her to move harder.

The room was a symphony of pleasure, each gasp and moan a note in the melody that was their shared climax. Shirou could feel the tension building in Mei's body, her muscles quivering around him like a coiled spring.

With one final, **** thrust, he released himself inside her, filling her with his hot, sticky seed. The feeling of her pussy clenching around him in orgasm was almost too much to bear, and he let out a roar of pleasure that seemed to shake the very foundation.

Mei's eyes flew open, and she stared into Shirou's with an intensity that was almost frightening. Her walls convulsed around him, milking every last drop from his cock.

The three of them lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined in a tapestry of limbs and passion. The room was silent except for the sound of their labored breathing.