Parvati, Kali & Durga.

Shirou stepped in — and almost stumbled.

Sakura, Three versions of her — well pseudo servant of her— were sitting on his bed, each draped in cloths of black, white and blue silk respectively.

Kali, in what could only be called bikini armor, sat straight, her blue eyes flashing with wicked hunger.

Durga, in red, leaned back, stretching like a cat, her toned body displayed shamelessly.

Parvati, in blue, sat innocently between the two but her eyes anything but innocent.

"Master, You may pick only one," Kali purred, her voice dark and low.

"Luckily, We are three, but we are one," Durga added, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.

"So, please..." Parvati whispered, her cheeks flushed, "love us together."

The silks rustled as they shifted, making room for him, the heavy perfume of sandalwood and desire filling his senses.

Shirou's heart pounded in his chest, the very air around him thick with anticipation.

His eyes darted from Kali's fiery gaze, to Durga's knowing smirk, and finally to Parvati's shy yet seductive stare.

"As you wish, Oh Goddesses," Shirou's voice quivered, a mix of awe and desire, as he stepped closer to the bed. His body was drawn to them, the divine power emanating from each of them tugging at his soul.

He reached out, his hands firm yet gentle as they found the smooth fabric of Parvati's silks. He pulled her towards him, her purple eyes widening slightly as he claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting the sweetness that lay beneath the surface of her fiery exterior. She melted into him, a soft moan escaping her lips as his hands roamed her body.

Durga, who watched with a knowing smile. Her red eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached out to unbuckle his belt, her nimble fingers dancing along the fabric.

Kali didn't sat still as her hands deftly unbutton his shirt, the coolness of the room contrasting with the heat of her touch.

By them time he broke free from Parvati's seductive lips, he was almost naked.

Shirou stepped back, his chest heaving with anticipation as he took in the sight before him. The three goddesses stood before him, their eyes locked onto his now exposed manhood.

"Kneel," he murmured, and they obeyed, their silk-covered forms gracefully lowering to the ground. The room was silent except for the sound of their breaths, the air charged with the electricity of lust.

Parvati's eyes remained fixed on his manhood, her pupils dilating with desire. She leaned in, her purple hair brushing against his thighs, and licked the tip tentatively, her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin. A bolt of pleasure shot through him as she began to suckle gently, her mouth warm and wet. He watched, his breathing ragged, as she took him deeper, her eyes never leaving his, filled with a hunger that was both innocent and profoundly carnally knowing.

Durga and Kali mirrored each other's movements, each taking one of his testicles into their mouths. Their tongues swirled around the sensitive orbs, teasing and coaxing, as their hands caressed his legs and hips. He could feel the power of their worship, the divine sparks that danced along their touch, amplifying every sensation.

Shirou's eyes rolled back as he groaned, his fingers tangling in Parvati's hair as she took him deeper. Her mouth was a warm, velvet vice that seemed to have a mind of its own, her suction a symphony of pleasure. Durga and Kali's mouths moved in tandem, as they drove him closer to the brink of ecstasy with each flick of their tongues and gentle squeeze of their lips. His legs felt like they might give out from the sheer intensity of their worship.

But he couldn't let that happen. He had to be strong, to endure, to savor every moment of this divine offering.

He stepped back, his cock glistening with Parvati's saliva, and watched as the three goddesses knelt before him, their eyes filled with an unbridled hunger that made him feel like a god himself.

"To the bed," he instructed, his voice firm yet trembling with excitement. They obeyed in unison, their bodies moving like a dance of shadows as they gracefully stood and made their way to the large four-poster.

Parvati climbed onto the soft mattress, her legs straddling his waist, her soft thighs pressing against his hips. She looked down at him with a mix of innocence and desire that made his heart skip a beat. Kali and Durga followed, each taking a spot beside them, their hands reaching out to touch him, to claim him as their own.

Shirou lay back, allowing himself to be completely **** to their divine embrace. Parvati leaned forward, her purple hair cascading down like a waterfall, and kissed him tenderly. Her hands reached between their bodies, wrapping around his cock, her touch feather-light at first, as if testing his limits.

Meanwhile, Durga and Kali took his hands in theirs, their fingers intertwining with his. They brought his palms to their breasts, guiding his touch to explore their hardened nipples.

Their breaths grew heavier, their chests rising and falling in sync as they encouraged him to explore further.

Parvati lowered herself onto him, her wetness enveloping him in a warm, welcoming embrace. The sensation was indescribable, as if he was being drawn into a heavenly abyss.

As she began to rock her hips, Shirou could feel the power of her desire, her inner walls clenching around him like a divine vice. He watched as she closed her eyes, her mouth forming a perfect O of pleasure.

Durga and Kali didn't waste a moment. They his hand and guided it to their wetness, her. He felt the heat, and the slickness that mirrored Parvati's own. He stroked them gently, feeling the power of their divine essence pulsing beneath his fingertips.

Their breaths hitched in unison as his hands worked their magic. Kali's eyes filled with a fiery passion that seemed to burn through him as he touched her. Durga's red eyes fluttered closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he teased her clit, her mouth opening in a silent scream of pleasure.

Parvati's pace grew erratic as she rode him, her body trembling with the beginnings of an orgasm. She leaned down, her purple hair brushing against his chest, and whispered sweet nothings into his ear that sounded like the secrets of the universe. Her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him deeper, harder, as if trying to claim him fully.

Shirou felt his own release building, the heat from the goddesses' bodies searing into his very soul. But he knew he couldn't come yet. Not until they had all been satisfied.

With a Herculean effort, he held himself back. While increasing the tempo of his thrusts, he focused his attention on Durga and Kali. His thumbs circled their swollen clits with precision, and fingers dipped into their wetness, curling in rhythm with their silent cries of pleasure. The bed became a symphony of sighs and gasps, each goddess's breath a note that resonated with his own.

The air grew thick with their combined power, and Shirou could feel the room pulsating with the energy of their desire.

Parvati's breath grew more ragged with each thrust, her body quivering as she approached her climax. Durga and Kali's moans grew louder, their hips swaying in sync with the rhythm of his fingers. The three goddesses, each a manifestation of power in their own right, were close to reaching their peak.

Shirou focused his mind, and with one last, powerful push, he sent Parvati over the edge, her body convulsing around him as she cried out his name. He too felt his release approaching, the pressure building until he couldn't hold it back anymore.

He bucked his hips, driving himself deep inside Parvati as he roared with pleasure, his hot seed filling her up.

Durga and Kali's eyes snapped open, their pupils dilating to the size of saucers as they watched him, their breaths coming in short, **** pants. Cry of pleasure filled the room as they too reached their peak, their bodies spasming in unison with Parvati's. The air grew electric as their shared climax sent a shockwave of divine energy rippling through the room.

As the intensity of their passion subsided, the three goddesses collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together in a sweaty mess of limbs and fabric. Shirou lay underneath Parvati, panting, feeling the warmth of their combined embrace.