Mash kyrielight

It was Mash Kyrielight, one of his most trusted friend. Her eyes, usually filled with gentle warmth that could melt the ice outside their window were at the moment burning hot.

Her smile grew as she saw him. "You look tired, Shirou-senpai," she said.

"It's just training," he replied with a shrug. "You know how it is."

Mash stood up from the bed and approached him, her footsteps silent on the cold floor.

Her attire was something Shirou had seen before. But it left him speechless every time.

It could only be described as dangerous.

The bra and panties made of purple fur like the finest velvet clung to Mash's skin, purple thigh high socks with the fabric so thin it was almost transparent, revealing the contours of her body beneath. Her breasts, usually hidden by her usual armor, heaved with anticipation beneath the furry confines.

Not to mention fake fox ears attached to a flimsy headband, and a fake tail swayed gently as she moved, giving her an air of innocent mischief that was utterly irresistible.

Mash Kyrielight's attire was indeed a sight to behold, a stark contrast to her usual knightly garb. The purple furry lingerie whispered against her skin with every subtle movement, inviting touches that sent shivers down Shirou's spine.

Her eyes bore into his, a silent invitation that he could not refuse. Despite the fatigue weighing on him, a spark of excitement ignited in his core at the prospect of what was to come.

Shirou closed the distance between them, his heart racing. The air grew thick with anticipation as he took in Mash's tantalizing form, his eyes lingering on the curves that the fur so scandalously accentuated.

Her eyes never leaving his, Mash reached up and traced her fingers along Shirou's cheek, a soft caress that sent a jolt of desire through his body. He felt his fatigue melt away, replaced by a hunger that only she could satisfy. Without a word, they shared a passionate kiss that was as fiery as the battles they had fought together.

Shirou's hands found their way to the clasp of her bra, fumbling with the familiar material before finally freeing her breasts from their furry prison. They bounced into his waiting palms, the warmth of her flesh a stark contrast to the chilly air of the room. He couldn't help but groan as he felt her nipples harden against his thumbs, his body responding with an erection that was as sudden as it was demanding.

Mash, ever eager to please, slid her own hands down to the waistband of his pants, deftly releasing his straining member. The sight of her touching him so brazenly only fueled Shirou's desire.

They moved as one to the bed, their clothes shedding away like the layers of their inhibitions.

Only that that remained were Mash's fake ears, and thigh high socks.

Mash settled between his legs, her own need evident in the way she breathed against his skin. He felt a shiver run down his spine as she took him in her mouth, her tongue dancing around his shaft with the grace of a serpent charming its prey. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that made his blood boil.

Shirou's hands found purchase in her hair, guiding her movements as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around him. He could feel her breath against his stomach, hot and fast, as she worked her mouth with an enthusiasm that was almost animalistic. He couldn't help but grip her head, his hips bucking upward involuntarily, pushing himself further into her wet warmth.

Mash's eyes gleamed with a wild hunger as she continued to pleasure Shirou, her teeth grazing his skin lightly, sending waves of exquisite pain-pleasure through him. Her tongue danced around his shaft, teasing the sensitive underside, and he could feel himself growing closer to the edge. However, she was careful not to let him fall over it, her skills honed from countless nights of passionate exploration.

Her mouth released him with a pop, and she straddled him, her sultry gaze never leaving his. With a wicked smirk, taunting him with her glistening sex. Shirou could see the desire in her eyes, the way they darkened with need as she positioned herself over him.

"Mash," he groaned, his voice thick with want. "You're so beautiful."

"Thank you, Shirou-senpai,"

Mash's voice was a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine.

With a grace that seemed almost inhuman, she lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed within her. The sound of their flesh meeting filled the room, a symphony of need that was as raw as the battles they had endured together.

Mash began to move, her hips grinding against Shirou in a rhythm that was both slow and torturous. Her nails dug into his chest as she took control, her body moving like a wave upon him. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm him.

He won't last much longer, not with the way Mash was moving. Her breasts bobbed with every thrust. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, and she was biting her bottom lip, lost in the moment.

Shirou found an opening in Mash's relentless rhythm, and with a surge of strength, he rolled them over, taking control. Mash gasped in surprise, her eyes wide, but the look quickly transformed into one of excitement as she realized his intention.

He pinned her arms above her head, his grip firm but not painful. "Mash," he growled, his voice a mix of pleasure and dominance.

"Shirou-senpai," she murmured, her eyes smoldering with desire as she felt him thrust into her, his movements powerful and unyielding.

"You're mine," he whispered, his voice a heated rasp against her ear.

"Yes, I'm yours," she responded, arching her back to meet him, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper.

Their bodies collided in a dance of passion, each stroke a battle for dominance, each moan a victory.

Shirou's rhythm was punishing, his hips slamming into her with a **** that echoed through the room. Yet, she matched him, her own hips rising to meet his, demanding more.

"You like this, don't you?" he said, his voice a gruff whisper.

Mash nodded, her breathing ragged. "Yes, more," she begged, her voice a sweet symphony of need.

Shirou complied, his pace increasing, his grip on her wrists tightening. The bed groaned in protest, the frame creaking under the weight of their passion. Sweat began to bead on their bodies, their skin slick with desire. Mash's legs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she met his every thrust with a ferocity that matched his own.

"More," she gasped, her body writhing beneath him, urging him to give her everything he had.

Shirou's eyes blazed with determination as he continued his relentless ****, pushing deeper and harder. He could feel Mash's walls tightening around him, her body begging for release, but he wasn't going to let her have it just yet.

"Tell me," he panted, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," she moaned, her voice a **** whine. "Shirou senpai's lewd pet, always."

He smirked, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement at her words. Her body was his playground, and he had every intention of making her scream his name in pleasure.

"Prove it," he murmured against her lips, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck. "Beg for it."

"Please," she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I need it, Shirou-senpai."

He chuckled darkly, his hips moving in a steady, punishing rhythm. "Say it," he demanded, his voice a low growl.

"Please, Shirou-senpai," Mash begged, her body trembling beneath him. "I need your dick,"

Shirou's smirk grew into a full-blown grin as he heard Mash's **** plea. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, and the sight of her begging for release was more than he could bear. He increased his pace, his strokes deep and unforgiving. Mash's eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling as she approached climax.

"Not yet," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "it's an order,"

Mash's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated with need. "What?" she panted, her voice a **** whine.

"As your Master, I order you to not cum, not yet," Shirou repeated, his voice a gruff whisper.

He adjusted his angle, his movements more deliberate as he hit her g-spot with every thrust. Mash's eyes rolled back again, and she moaned his name, her body a tight coil of tension. Her legs quivered, and she bit her lip, fighting the urge to let go.

"But Shirou-senpai," she whimpered, her eyes pleading with him.

"Not until I say so," he replied, his voice firm but not unkind. "Now tell me, what's your favorite desert?"

Mash's eyes snapped to his, momentarily bewildered by the question amidst their intense lovemaking. "What?" she gasped.

"A desert," Shirou repeated, his strokes never faltering. "What's your favorite?"

"T- No it Senpai's Cum," she managed to murmur, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink.

Shirou chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Smart girl,"

"What's your favorite activity?" Shirou repeated, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he watched Mash struggle to focus on anything but the pleasure he was giving her.

Her eyes snapped back to him, and she bit her bottom lip hard, trying to form the words through her panting. "Being Shirou-senpai's sex toy," she managed to murmur, her voice shaky.

"Good girl," he said, his own voice strained.

He could feel his own orgasm building, but he remained steadfast in his control.

Mash's eyes searched his, a silent plea for release, but Shirou was relentless. He knew she could take more, and he was going to push her to the edge.

"Who am I, Mash?" he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Her response was a breathless whisper. "You're my...my everything," she gasped as she felt the beginnings of her climax building, her body desperately trying to obey his command.

Shirou's eyes darkened, a hint of amusement playing on his face. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "What's the most important thing in the world to you?"

Mash's mind raced, trying to focus on anything other than the relentless pounding of his hips. "You," she managed to get out, her voice strained. "Shirou-senpai."

"Good," he murmured, his strokes growing more deliberate.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "What do you like most about me?"

Mash's breath hitched as she fought to hold back the wave of pleasure that threatened to drown her. "Your kindness," she whimpered.

Shirou's eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "And what about my cock?" he prompted, his strokes becoming more deliberate, more intense.

Mash's eyes rolled back in her head, a low moan escaping her lips as she struggled to form coherent thoughts. "It's...it's perfect," she managed to **** out, her voice a strangled whisper.

"Perfect, huh?" Shirou murmured, his strokes growing faster. "Tell me more."

"It...it fills me up," she gasped, her hips bucking against him. "It's so thick and hard...I...I can't get enough of it."

He groaned at her words, his own pleasure mounting. He knew he was close, but he wasn't about to let her off the hook just yet. With a grin, he leaned in and whispered another question. "What do you want me to do to you?"

Mash's eyes snapped open, desperation in her gaze. "Please," she begged. "Please, Shirou-senpai."

But Shirou was unyielding. "Say it properly," he demanded. "What do you want?"

"I," she panted. "I want you to...to use me...

Shirou's eyes gleamed with excitement at her words, his grip tightening on her wrists as he continued to pound into her. He leaned in closer, his voice a dark promise. "Use you how?"

"Harder," Mash begged, her body writhing beneath him. "Fuck me harder, Shirou-senpai."

With a growl, Shirou complied, his hips moving with a ferocity that sent shockwaves through both of their bodies. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, their breaths mingling as they moved together in a dance of power and submission.

Shirou's hips slammed into Mash with a ferocity that made the bed shake. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth buried into the pillow to muffle her screams. The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, their breaths mingling in a symphony of desire and need.

"What do you want me to do to your tits?" he demanded, his voice a low rumble in her ear.

Mash gasped, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her climax. "Please, Shirou-senpai," she begged. "Suck them."

Shirou's smirk grew wider as he leaned down, his teeth grazing her nipple before he took it into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub as he continued to thrust into her. Mash's body arched off the bed, her moans growing louder.

"And your pussy?" he asked, his voice a gruff whisper. "What do you want me to do to it?"

Her eyes snapped open, and she met his gaze, desperation etched into her features. "Fill it," she panted.

Shirou complied, his movements growing rougher, his strokes deeper. He watched as Mash's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her body straining against his, begging for release.

"Go ahead," he said, his voice a command, his eyes never leaving hers.

Mash's breath hitched, and she felt a thrill of excitement at his words.

"I want you to fill me," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.

Shirou's smile grew darker, his strokes becoming more powerful as he claimed her body. "And what do you want me to fill you with?"

"I...I want your seeds, to...to cum inside me," she managed to gasp out, her cheeks flushing a deep red.

Their eyes remained locked as he pumped into her, his hips moving with a ferocity that was almost violent. He could feel her body tightening around him, her orgasm building like a storm.

Mash's breath was coming in ragged gasps, her nails digging into his arms as she tried to hold on. Shirou could feel his own climax approaching, the heat building in his balls. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer..

"Cum with me," he grunted, his hips slamming into her with a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful.

Mash nodded, her body already on the brink. "Yes," she managed to gasp out, her voice a **** plea.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, two instruments playing a song of passion and desire. The tension grew, their cries echoing through the cold Antarctic night. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of Chaldea, they reached their peak together.

Shirou felt his orgasm explode from within him, his cum filling Mash to the brim, painting the walls of her sex with his release. She convulsed around him, her body shaking with the **** of her own climax. They stayed connected, their hearts beating as one, their breaths mingling in the aftermath of their shared pleasure.

The room grew quiet again, the only sound their ragged breaths and the slowing of their racing hearts. Shirou leaned down, pressing his forehead against Mash's, their sweat-slicked skin sticking together. "You did well," he murmured, his voice filled with pride.

Mash's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Shirou-senpai," she whispered, her voice barely audible.