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Chapter 5 by Thinking_Too_Much

What do they do?

Breed

"Stand up," Shirou said, harshly. Sakura immediately rose, her body moving smoothly to her owner's orders.

"Senpai-"

"Shush. Hands behind your back," Shirou said. Sakura's mouth clamped shut and her arms shot behind her back, grasping each other and pushing Sakura's sizable chest forward. Shirou stepped forward grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing it. Sakura moaned, Shirou's touch felt like a bolt of lightning going straight to her core. She eagerly pushed her chest into his hands as he groped her. "Lose the shirt," Shirou growled.

"Yes, Senpai," Sakura breathed. Within seconds her shirt was on the floor, and Shirou was groping her chest through her plain white bra. He unhooked it, and threw it away. Sakura cried out as Shirou pinched her nipples, fighting to keep her legs from buckling, even as she hands clasped firmly behind her. Shirou stepped forward, bringing an arm around Sakura to grab her ass.

"God Fuji-Nee was right. You're absolutely perfect to be my little broodmare," Shirou said, his mouth coming down to hungrily claim Sakura's. She obediently opened hers, letting his tongue ravish her mouth, her own playfully teasing at his, but never resisting. "Are you ready Sakura? Are you ready to spend the rest of your life bearing my children?"

"Oh, yes," Sakura moaned, practically limp in Shirou's arms. It was true. At Shirou's words she could feel herself ovulate, her womb preparing to grow a brand new human. All she needed now was a one final ingredient from Shirou. "Please. Breed me," she begged.

"Then drop your skirt, turn around, and bend over," Shirou ordered, releasing her. Sakura didn't hesitated, dropping her skirt and stepping out of it with a shimmy of her hips. She turned around, and bent over the dinner table, bracing herself against it with her hands. She looked back at Shirou over her shoulder, her eyes wordlessly begging him. Shirou removed his pants, his cock springing to attention. He smiled as he stepped forward, a hand slipping into her panties, his fingers finding their way to her pussy.

"You're already soaked," he murmured, his fingers easily slipping into Sakura's pussy and idly pumping as she moaned. He yanked down her panties, letting them fall to her ankles. He rested his hands on Sakura's ass, groping it as he lined his cock up. He thrust into her in one go, his dick easily pushing through the lubricated channel. Sakura immediately cummed, her pussy tightening all around Shirou's dick, as she moaned in delight.

"Th-ah-thank you, Shirou!" she yelled, as he kept thrusting. "Ah ah ah ahhhhh!" she came again, her sensitive body going off on a hair trigger. Shirou pounded through her tightness, groaning in pleasure. Again and again he thrust into Sakura's quivering body, as she moaned and screamed. Sakura's legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the table, her breasts rubbing on the hard wood with every thrust from Shirou.

"You're so sensitive. Just how long have you been dreaming of this?" Shirou asked, pressing his entire body against hers as he thrust. He leaned forward, suckling at her neck, before giving it a sharp nip.

"Ah ah, years and years Senpai!" Sakura screamed, her cunt convulsing as their hips slapped together. "Ah! I love you Shirou!" she yelled, cumming again.

"I'm glad," Shirou grunted, thrusting faster and faster. "I hope it's everything you dreamed. Because you are going to spend the rest of your life as my barefooted breeding bitch!" Shirou growled, finally exploding inside Sakura's pussy. His cock throbbed, shooting jet after jet of cum into Sakura's eager cunt.

"AaaaahhAAaaahhaha," Sakura wailed, feeling his sperm make their way to her waiting and willing womb. She came one last time as the sperm pierced her egg, and her womb filled with a glowing warmth.

Ahhh, I'm pregnant with Senpai's child. Soon my breasts and belly will start to swell. Soon everyone will know that I belong to Shirou Emiya and that'll I'll be spending the rest of my life serving him, Sakura thought, blissfully.

"Good. Whew, good girl, Sakura," Shirou said, patting Sakura on the head as he pulled out of her. "Tch, look at the time. Stay here and get yourself cleaned up. I'll be back after school," he said.

How does Sakura spend the day at home?

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