Rita and Bianca.

Automatic door swished open and in stepped Rita Rossweisse, her short honey blonde hair tied back in a ponytail that ended with a pink ribbon, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous sparkle that was all too familiar to Shirou. She was dressed in a maid's costume as usual, the frills and lace seeming to dance around her as she moved with a grace that belied her powerful Valkyrie status.

Rita's smile was as bright as the dawn that never seemed to touch the perpetually twilit skies of this world, her cheeks flushed with excitement as she stepped into Shirou's quaintly lit room.

"Shirou-sama," she purred, her voice a delightful blend of sweetness and command.

Bianca Ataegina followed closely behind Rita, her golden blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and her piercing blue eyes locked onto Shirou's. She wore a sports bra and shorts that hugged her athletic figure, showcasing the toned muscles she had honed through years of combat and training. Her entrance was less graceful than Rita's.

Comparing the two was like comparing a fox and a lioness.

Rita's sweetness and elegance clashed with Bianca's fiery energy and determination. Yet, their shared purpose was palpable in the air, a silent invitation that was unmistakable.

Shirou felt his heart racing, his eyes drawn to the alluring duo. Rita took a step closer, "We've missed you, Shirou-sama," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded.

Bianca, not to be outdone, sauntered over and leaned against the wall, her arms folded under her ample breasts. "Y...Yeah, " she said, her voice smoky. 'Their are too many in the line' she whispered.

"Oh, Why don't you show how much you two have missed me," Shirou responded, his voice a mix of playfulness and desire. Rita's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, then she giggled and nodded. She turned to Bianca, her hand extending to touch her shoulder gently.

"Bianca-sama," Rita began, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Let's give him what he wants," She stepped closer to the golden-haired Valkyrie, her hand tracing a line from her shoulder to her waist.

Bianca's eyes lit up with understanding, allowing Rita to guide her towards Shirou's bed. The mattress was large, the sheets a crisp white.

Rita's hands moved with the grace of a skilled artist as she began to help Bianca out of her workout attire. Each motion was calculated, deliberate, as if she had choreographed every step in a dance that ended with the golden lioness bare before Shirou's eyes. The fabric of the shorts slid down her legs, revealing the powerful muscles that flexed as she stepped out of them. The sports bra followed, unveiling her firm, round breasts with their rosy peaks that beckoned for his touch.

Bianca's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as Rita's soft hands caressed her body, her hand drifted down to the 'secret garden' between her legs, Bianka spread her legs and Rita used her fingers to spread the lips of her sex, revealing the wetness that glistened in the soft light of the room.

"You can see, how much she's missed you, Shirou-sama," Rita whispered, her eyes flicking up to meet Shirou's with a knowing look.

Bianca's breath was already quickening, her pupils dilating as she watched Rita's delicate fingers play with her own arousal. Shirou couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his own loins at the sight of her desire laid bare for him. Rita's touch grew more deliberate, her thumb circling the sensitive nub at the apex of Bianca's folds, causing her to gasp and lean back against the bedpost.

"Please," Bianca breathed. He stepped closer, his own body responding to the raw, primal need in her voice.

He unzipped his own pants, his arousal obvious as he positioned himself between the golden Valkyrie's legs. Rita stepped aside with a knowing smile, allowing Shirou to take the lead. He reached out and cupped one of Bianca's breasts, feeling the heat of her skin and the hardness of her nipple. He watched as her eyes closed and a soft moan escaped her lips.

Rita stepped aside, her own anticipation clear as she watched Shirou's eyes feast on the bare form of the golden Valkyrie before him. She took a seat at the corner of the bed, her legs crossed elegantly, one hand sliding under her own skirt to tease the delicate fabric of her panties. The soft, rhythmic sound of her fingers against her sex filled the air, setting a sensual backdrop to the scene unfolding before her.

Shirou took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the two powerful warriors in front of him, each expressing their desire in their own way. He leaned in, capturing one of Bianca's nipples with his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak as she arched into the sensation with a whimper.

While he feasted on her breast, he gently pushed into her wet folds, feeling her tighten around him. She was so warm, so alive, her slickness coating his shaft as he began to move them in a steady rhythm that matched the beat of his own pulse.

Bianca's hands gripped the bedpost tightly, her breath coming in gasps as she watched him. Rita, ever the attentive audience, her hand now buried in her own underwear, her hips rocking back and forth slightly in time with Shirou's movements. Her eyes never left the couple, her expression a mix of desire and satisfaction.

Shirou felt the tension in the room thicken as he worked his cock in and out of Bianca, her body quivering with each stroke. Her wetness grew, her moans grew louder, and Shirou knew she was close. He decided to give her what she wanted.

Withdrawing slightly, he grabbed her hips and thrust deep into her, eliciting a sharp gasp followed by a moan that seemed to shake the very walls of the room.

Each stroke was done with the **** that would render ordinary human bedridden, and Bianca met them with an equal fervor, her body moving in harmony with Shirou's. The slap of their flesh mingled with her cries of pleasure, echoing through the room like a symphony of desire. Her eyes rolled back, revealing only the whites as she lost herself in the sensation.

Rita watched, her hand working faster beneath her skirt. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing ragged. The sight of Shirou's powerful hips driving into Bianca, the way she took each thrust with a mix of pleasure and pain, was more than she could handle. But resisted the urge to join, enjoying the role of a voyeur for the moment.

Shirou could feel the pressure building within him, the warmth of Bianca's core tightening around his length with each plunge. He knew she was close; her cries had become a constant symphony of pleasure, her body arching towards him with every stroke. With a final, powerful thrust, he felt himself let go, filling her with his release.

As he emptied himself inside her, Bianca's legs trembled, and she let out a scream that could be heard down the hallways of Schicksal HQ. Her body convulsed around him as she reached her peak, her orgasm so intense that it left her boneless and gasping for breath.

Shirou withdrew, his chest heaving with exertion. He looked at Rita, who had been watching them with a mix of envy and arousal. She had removed her own panties, her hand still working between her legs, her eyes glossed over with desire.

With a knowing smile, he turned his attention to the maid-clad Valkyrie, who was now panting lightly, her hand still moving in a hypnotic pattern. He stepped over to her, his own need not fully sated, and gently pulled her to towards him. Rita's eyes snapped open, and she looked up at him with a mix of surprise and hunger.

He leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Your turn," as he positioned Rita gently over Bianca, their bodies pressed against one another. Rita's eyes fluttered closed, a soft smile playing on her lips as she felt the warmth of the golden Valkyrie beneath her.

Bianca's chest heaved as she took in the sight of Rita above her, the blush on her cheeks spreading to her neck. She reached up, her hands wrapping around Rita's waist, locking her into position.

The maid laid on her back, the strongest valkyrie buried beneath her, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Rita's slender body hovered over Bianca's athletic form, creating an intricate contrast of strength and submission.

Shirou's eyes traveled the length of Rita's body, her maid's dress hiked up around her waist, revealing the pink lips of her sex.

The golden Valkyrie's eyes searched his, a silent question of what was to come, and Shirou could see the excitement in her gaze. "Make her feel as good as she just made me."

With a nod, he took Rita by the waist and gently entered her, his cock still slick with the evidence of his previous release. She gasped as he filled her, her body quivering with anticipation. Bianca looked up at Rita, her eyes filled with a hunger that was mirrored in the maid's own gaze.

The two Valkyries' bodies melded together, a tapestry of desire and need. Shirou began to move within Rita, setting a rhythm that had them both panting. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through the maid's body, which she passed onto the golden Valkyrie beneath her.

The friction of their bodies created a symphony of gasps and moans that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the room. Rita's eyes fluttered closed as Shirou pushed into her with a gentle but firm **** that made her entire body quiver. She could feel the warmth of Bianca beneath her, the rapid beat of her heart, and the softness of her breasts pressed against her own.

As Shirou continued to move, Rita's hips began to rock in time with his thrusts, grinding down on the golden Valkyrie beneath her.

Bianca's hands moved from Rita's waist to her breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks through the fabric of her dress. The maid gasped at the contact, her eyes flying open to meet Shirou's, the intensity of her passion clear in their depths.

Shirou leaned in and kissed Rita deeply, his hand sliding up her thigh to the apex of her legs. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and he knew she was close. He broke the kiss and whispered, "Cum for me, Rita," his voice a gentle command filled with love and desire.

Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a soft moan as he quickened his pace. Her body tightened around him, her walls squeezing him as she reached her peak. With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside her, feeling the warmth of his cum filling her up. Rita's own orgasm crashed over her, her body arching off the bed as she screamed his name, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

As their passion ebbed, Shirou carefully pulled out and helped Rita up, her legs still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Rita glanced at his juice covered cock and licked her lips with hunger. She looked into his eyes, a silent question, and he nodded in approval.

With a smirk, she leaned down, her delicate hands cradling his cock gently. Her tongue swiped the length of his shaft, cleaning off the mixture of their juices with an enthusiasm that had him groaning. Her movements were deliberate, savoring every drop, making sure to leave no trace of their love-making behind.

Bianca watched as Rita took charge, her own desire still smoldering within her. Her eyes were glued to the intimate sight of Rita's mouth wrapped around Shirou's cock, her tongue tracing every inch with a hunger that was both erotic and endearing. Shirou's eyes closed in pleasure, his body still humming from their shared climaxes.

Envy flickered in Bianca's gaze as she watched Rita's eager mouth on Shirou's cock. She couldn't help but want to be part of the intimate moment. She slithered closer, her eyes never leaving the maid's delicate work. "Give me a taste too," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Strongest Valkyries in the world, yet here they were, eagerly cleaning the cock of their shared lover.

Rita looked up at Bianca with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she held his cock steady for the golden Valkyrie. Without missing a beat, Bianca leaned in, her own tongue flicking out to join Rita's in the sensual task of cleaning Shirou. The two women shared a brief, knowing glance before their attention was fully captured by the taste and feel of him.

Their tongues danced around the head of his cock, swirling and teasing, lapping up every last drop of their combined arousal. They worked in tandem, their movements synchronized, as if they had done this a hundred times before. Each flick sent a jolt of pleasure through Shirou's body, making his cock twitch with excitement.

Tongues battled for supremacy, each eager to taste more of him than the other. Rita's soft, delicate touch contrasted with Bianca's firm, eager sucks, creating a symphony of sensation that had Shirou's toes curling.

The sight of them, both so powerful and beautiful, worshiping him in such a way was almost too much to bear.

Shirou's hand found its way to the back of Rita's head, while his other hand Bianca's. Their eyes locked, and they could see the raw hunger in his.

With a tug, he pulled both of their heads closer, pressing their cheeks together with his still-throbbing cock aimed at them.

The warmth of their breath mingled as Rita and Bianca eagerly awaited the gift they knew was coming. With a final groan, he released a hot stream of cum that spurted onto their faces.

They both leaned back, eyes wide with surprise and pleasure, as the sticky fluid painted their faces. It was a moment of pure carnality, a declaration of his claim and their submission.

Rita and Bianca looked at each other, the creamy white liquid bridging the gap between them. Without a word, they leaned in, their tongues extending to taste the salty offering.

Rita's tongue danced across Bianca's cheek, savoring the remnants of their shared passion. Bianca mirrored her movements, her own tongue tracing a path down Rita's neck and to her chin, collecting every drop that had fallen there.

Both Rita and Bianca were lost in the moment. They licked each other's faces, savoring the taste of his cum.

Sight only made Shirou ready for round 2.