A Meeting Between Masters

"I was wondering where you went, Akuta. You left so quickly that I was a little concerned." He said as he walked forwards toward her, allowing her to feel the embarrassment and humiliation of being found in such a situation where she was discovered with her fingers up her own skirt. She squeaked a little bit, stepping backwards away from him and the hand that had been concealed behind her body was revealed, visibly dripping with feminine liquor. Confirmation that he'd gotten to her.

"What are you doing-" She began to shout at him in anger as he swept forwards. His hand found her drenched panties almost immediately though, and two of his fingers began to gently slide back and forth over her lower lips through the fabric. A shiver ran through her form, cutting her off, but she still turned her head up to look at him standing over her with fire in her eyes. She took a moment to steady herself before rallying up against him, though she couldn't entirely push down the blush born of her humiliation. “I don’t owe you anything. Why the hell are you bothering me so much? Just let me do what I want and leave.”

"I have business with you actually, and with this." He said, the fingers stroking over her labial lips momentarily detouring over to her inner thigh and tracing over the command seals inscribed there. She stiffened, and her eyes locked to the back of Shirou's other hand as he raised it up and unveiled the crimson command seals that marked him as a Master. "A Master shows up at my school early into the Grail War. I thought that I'd come over and introduce myself at the very least."

She stepped away from him in obvious shock, shuffling back and right into the side of the trophy display, and Shirou allowed her to go. The moment she had moved back far enough that his hands were no longer brushing over her cunt, her nails sharpened into powerful claws that could likely cut through anything that was put in their way. Her eyes flashed a brilliant blood red and he saw as her jaw set and her mouth opened to expose a pointed set of fangs. But for all of that performance, set to intimidate and threaten him, she was still the one who was backing away.

"And you thought this was the way?" She hissed at him. "To walk right up to someone you know nothing about and reveal yourself? Are you an idiot as well as a filthy human?" She lashed out with one hand and seized his neck, the tips of her claws resting lightly against the skin of his neck but not quite yet piercing the flesh. He felt the light trickle of life fluids running down his chest despite it, but rather than his blood it was her cum still dripping from the hand that had so recently been betwixt her nethers. "I can kill you right now, and be gone before anyone even arrives."

"For some reason." He said, nodding his head slightly and tilting down his eyes to make it clear he was referring to her dripping hands. "I don't think you are going to do that." And he made sure to tweak the level of Normality she was experiencing just for good measure, so that when his hand found her wrist and lightly tugged it away from his neck, she didn't resist him. "I think that you want something much different from me right now."

His leg pressed up between hers, and his hands slowly pulled hers up and above her head, pinning them there with only a single one of his own. "So why don't we just talk a bit? And maybe we can work this whole Grail War thing without anyone having to get hurt.”

"Do you really expect that to work?" She asked, eyes staring up at him filled with loathing, even while she did nothing to fight against him. "This is a Holy Grail War, you can't solve it with a few words and wishful thinking."

"You'd be surprised." He replied, even as she lightly bounced atop his probing knee, the elevated normalcy of the situation allowing her to indulge herself and begin to pleasure herself with his body as a prop. "Why don't we give it a go though? Just try it out. I understand that at first it might not sound plausible, but I think that you'll find that the longer I talk, the more sense I'm going to end up making." He leaned down to her level so he could look her in the eyes without her craning her neck up to look at him.

“I sincerely doubt it.” Her breathing had become elevated as she worked herself towards orgasm against him, and now that breath was coming hot and hard all over his face. She wasn’t even trying to hold back, seeing the entire situation as perfectly normal as she ground her cunt down onto his leg like she was just riding a horse. He allowed her to go for as long as she wanted, keeping her arms held out of the way over her head, while he spent the time just drinking in the sight of her face slowly morphing as the pleasure elevated and she came closer and closer to the edge. She was so adorable, she just couldn’t take the pleasure she was giving herself. Her face was going more and more red, her body was shaking and jittering, and his leg was being practically drowned in fluids. Her eyes continued to look up at him through the thin lenses of her glasses, but that only gave him all the better view as her eyes began to water, not crying, but just utterly unable to handle pleasure. Was this how Virgins reacted to the sort of pleasure he could give? Was this how Rin would have been if Ishtar hadn’t been in charge at the time. Or was she just especially **** because she was some sort of inhuman?

He watched her body closely, and so when he recognised the signs that she was on the very edge of climaxing, he pulled back, releasing her entirely and stepping completely clean of her, relaxing the Normality on her so that hopefully she would find it too mortifying to even think of finishing herself off.

“The roof?” He asked as if he hadn’t just been the equivalent of a human dildo to her, willing or not. “We should be free from interruptions up there, or do you want people to find us here in a few minutes when they come by for class?”

“You’re right.” She said, pulling down and holding down her skirt to try to conceal how her panties might as well not have been there for all the good they were doing her at the moment.

“To the roof then?” She said, beginning to step past him towards the stairwell, though she stopped beside him for a moment to look up at him with a **** glare that would have scared the living daylights out of him if he wasn’t completely in control of the situation. He took the moment to palm her ass, feeling it out. It wasn’t as good as Rin’s, but it was still perfectly pleasant.

“Know, that if you are only doing this because you have an Archer servant out there waiting to take me out… They better use their Noble Phantasm to remove this building from the face of the planet, or your neck will be opened over the rooftop before they get a second chance.”

“Of course. My servant just happens to be a Saber anyway.” He replied with barely a care in the world.

“You really don’t have any clue do you? Are you even a magus, or just some lucky idiot who got command seals by mistake?” She spat out before trying her best to walk past him. She couldn’t of course, not with his firm grasp on her buttocks. The two of them walked practically arm in arm all the way up onto the roof, where he took a seat down on the roof near the side of the building, and pulled her down on top of him again like she had been in class. She shifted her weight from side to side for a little while to get herself comfortable and ended up inadvertently working his cock right up between her buttocks again, where she seemed to finally relax back against his chest. “So, speak. Tell me this offer of yours.”

“It’s quite simple. I don’t have any interest in the grail. I don’t want it, and I’ve managed to talk my servant out of wanting it too. The two of us have no desire to kill any other Masters or Servants, and we’re not going to participate in this big **** game. But that doesn’t mean we’re not going to get involved.” He said, and she leaned to one side in his lap so she could look up over her shoulder at his face in abject disbelief. “10 years ago, the last war caused a disaster. Hundreds of people died that never needed to, because some people were too selfish and valued a wish over all of those lives. I refuse to let it happen again.”

“And you think you can just negotiate a settlement? Get all of the Masters around a table and play debate club until they all decide who gets to have their wish granted? You do realise that 6 servants need to die before anyone can have their wish granted? There is no way in 2000 years you can ever talk 6 Heroes of legend to commit suicide for the benefit of someone else they might not even like.” She acted so flippantly, tossing one hand through her hair to throw it over her shoulder and into his face in a petulant little act of spite.

“Oh no. Nothing of the sort. I’m going to talk everyone out of wanting their wish. Once I’m done, all 7 Masters and Servants will be alive and well, and content to remain that way. I will save all of their lives from each other, and potentially save the lives of everyone else in all of Fuyuki.” He explained, deadly serious. “You already mentioned that an Archer servant could annihilate this entire school and everyone in it in a single attack, and you deemed that as acceptable. That is exactly the sort of thing I won’t allow to happen.”

She looked up at him for a few seconds, her red eyes meeting his copper ones, searching for any signs of insincerity or doubt within his eyes. There was nothing to be found. She spent a few moments processing that fact. And then she threw back her head and began to laugh, cackling so loudly that as the school bell rang out to signify the end of the lunch period, she was still the loudest ringing through the air.

Shirou waited patiently as her cackling slowly wound down from absolutely maniacal to just sounding like a stereotypical witch, before he finally deemed that she was simply taking far too long, and he cut her off by tightly pinching her nipples between his fingers through her shirt. Her laugh turned into a squeal, and her hands went to her teats as he drew back, glaring and pursing her lips at him in annoyance more than anger. “I’m serious.” He assured her.

“Fine.” She snorted. “Then I’ll be serious. You are going to end up dead. You and your servant are going to be murdered by the first Master and Servant you run into who don’t find this funny. Because the idea that you can talk people out of their deepest held ambitions is ludicrous beyond belief. I’ve lived for a very long time, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything more farcical. I won’t give up on my wish. My servant won’t give up on their wish. And no one else will either. But I’ll humour this little fantasy of yours.” She said, twisting in his lap so that she was facing him chest to chest. “How are you going to do it? What are you going to offer them in exchange for abandoning their once in a lifetime opportunity?”

“I’m very glad you ask.” He said, completely unable to keep the smirk off of his face as he lightly grabbed her by the hips and shuffled her back along his legs. “Because I’m sure that some people will think the best way to get people to agree is make them afraid. To put the fear of god into them. But that would never work with servants. Another suggestion is to give them lesser boons more consistently, keep them satisfied enough with other luxuries that the idea of breaking the peace and losing out doesn’t cross their minds. That second idea is much closer to the mark, but if you are keeping track of the wants and needs of a dozen others, eventually you are going to slip up.”

“So in the end, the simplest strategy is to take that second plan, and unite all of those Masters and Servants under a single want that only you are able to provide. And that is where I am certain I can succeed.” And with that, he grabbed the waistband of his trousers and underwear and slid both down his legs at the same time, allowing his blessed cock to burst forth and stand tall within the view of Hinako.

She almost sprang to her feet as he unveiled it, completely unprepared for the sheer size of the shaft he revealed. The length, the girth, the scent. All of it was far beyond what she could possibly have been imagining as she rubbed it between her butt cheeks through his clothing. For a Size Queen such as she, it was one of the most enticing things she had ever laid eyes on. Slowly her eyes travelled the length of the cock from base to tip, the sheer distance that they had to observe taking her half a minute just to take it in end from end.

This was the Cock of someone who had received the personal blessing of the Goddess of Sex. This was the Dick of someone who could not fail to destroy the cunt of whomever he fucked. This was the Fuckstick that could unfailingly deliver women and even any men he chose to bless with it into the loving, grasping and deviously pleasurable hands of ahegao.

“Because I’ll offer them this. Any Servant or Master who chooses to willingly relinquish their claim to the Grail can have this as much and as regularly as they want. I promise you, it will take more than a dozen supernatural sluts to make me too drained to perform.”

That was where Shirou paused for a moment to await Hinako’s response. A response that was quite clearly not coming. A response would require her to have the mental faculties to take in the words Shirou had said, analyse their meaning, and then formulate something to say based on them. Unfortunately for her, the only thing going on inside her head right now was high speed observation and calculation. Her eyes fed information into her brain, which interpreted it as rapidly as it could until it arrived at what was ultimately an inevitable conclusion. ‘It’s bigger than Yu-Sama’s!’

In the end Shirou’s patience did end up beginning to wear thin, and he was about to reach out to her and do something about it before he took a closer look at her face and the way that she was looking at him. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated, breathing rapid and her mouth was hanging open and it was quite clear that there was a practical lake of saliva building within it, which overflowed right before her eyes so that a waterfall of drool was soon dribbling down her chin and spattering onto the concrete between his legs.

“Can I take it that you are on board with the plan then?” He asked cheekily, and her mouth snapped close with an audible clack of teeth. Her eyes sprang up to look at his face with a blush so red her cheeks were practically neon signs broadcasting her arousal.

“Uhh. What?” She asked, bringing one sleeve up to her mouth to wipe away the drool and rapidly blinking to try to erase the imprint of his cock that had been ingrained on the back sides of her eyes like the flare of the sun. “No. I mean, definitely not. And what sort of pig are you that you think that you can get women to fall before you just because you have a big cock!?!”

"I'm the sort of pig that will prevent another tragedy like the one that wiped out over 500 people the last time this battle royale occurred", Shirou declared authoritatively. "If you believe your wish makes it okay to hurt or kill innocents in this city, then it's okay for me to protect others by preventing you from being my opponent."

Instead of replying immediately, Hinako scooted forwards and pressed her chest against Shirou’s, ending up sandwiching his cock in between their two stomachs, as her twin peaks flattened themselves against his strong chest, spreading across as if attempting to smother it in warmth and pleasing softness. Despite her hostility, he could feel the hard points of her nipples digging into his chest. Her arms found his and locked them against his body using her formidable inhuman strength. She flashed her fangs at him again, and leaned forward to lightly lick at his collar bone. Her entire motion was meant to show off her power and threat. It did nothing of the sort. The quick flash of fangs and the reminder of her inhuman aspects only excited him further, making him want this woman far more than he had just moments before. “Alright then. Prove to me you can enforce this ideal of yours. Convince me not to drink your blood right now, because if you can’t then this little enterprise of yours is going to die in its crib.”

“I already have.” He replied. At the same time, his hands were finding her hips with ease, completely ignoring the bind she was supposed to have put him into, and with only the lightest amount of exertion he lifted her body right up and off of his lap, and swiftly positioned her so that her pussy was now right atop his cock. And there he held her, his eyes locked with hers, taunting her. Teasing her. Provoking her.

It was a simple matter of biology. If she drank his blood, two things were going to happen. He was going to experience a weakening of his arms, resulting in her being dropped down right onto his cock. And the lack of blood flow to that cock would make it soften. That was the likely result if he was any other human being. But he was one who possessed the Blessing of Ishtar, one of the primary Sex Goddesses in all of human mythology. He was making a bet that his cock would hold out far longer than his arms would in such a situation.

And now he placed all of the impetus on Hinako. What would she choose to do? Whatever it was, it would all be on her.