Shiki Ryougi

Shirou Emiya stopped short, his hand hovering over the control panel.

Shiki Ryougi, She sat at the edge of his bed, her legs swinging slightly, a rare smile gracing her usually stoic features. Her short black hair was slightly disheveled, as if she had just run her fingers through it. Her black eyes, sharp as ever, studied him with a mix of curiosity and affection that was as surprising as it was comforting.

She was dressed in a simple white shirt, loose enough to hint at the curves beneath but modest enough to leave something to the imagination.

Her skin was pale, almost translucent, a stark contrast to the darkness of her hair. Shirou had to admit, despite her often cold demeanor, she had a certain allure about her that was impossible to ignore.

Shirou took a step closer, the floor cool under his feet despite the heater that perpetually ran in the facility.

"Shiki-san, what are you doing here?" Shirou asked, his voice low and gentle.

He obviously knew why she was there; it was her night. The lottery system had chosen her again, and she had come to him, ready to share a passionate evening together. Shirou felt a shiver run down his spine as he recalled the intensity of their past encounters.

Shiki stood up from the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly from her movement. She walked over to him, her steps light and graceful. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Without a word, she unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time, her eyes never leaving his. Shirou felt his pulse quicken as he took in the sight of her bare skin.

Shiki dropped her shirt to the floor, revealing her naked form. She was unabashedly bare, not a stitch of clothing to hide her beauty from him. Her breasts, small and pert, stood proudly, nipples already hard with anticipation. Her stomach was a canvas of lean muscle, a testament to the countless battles they had shared together.

Her hips flared out just enough to make him want to reach out and grab hold, to pull her closer. His eyes traveled down her body, taking in the smooth expanse of her waist, the gentle curve of her hips, and the dark patch of hair between her legs that beckoned to him like a siren's call.

Shirou's heart hammered in his chest, his breathing growing shallow as he took in the sight of her. The cold air of the room seemed to thicken, charged with a sexual tension that could cut through the steel walls of the facility.

Her skin was like marble, flawless and pale, with just a hint of a blush across her cheeks and the tops of her breasts. Her body was a perfect blend of strength and femininity that made his knees wobble with desire.

Shirou's own clothes were discarded hastily, tossed aside without care as he closed the distance between them. The room grew warmer as their bodies collided, their breath mingling in ragged gasps. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as their lips met in a brutal kiss that left them both breathless.

Their bodies ground against each other, the friction igniting a fire in Shirou's veins. He reached down, grabbing her firm ass, and hoisted her up.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders, leaving red streaks in their wake. He didn't flinch, instead, the pain only served to stoke the fires of his desire.

Shirou carried her over to the wall, her legs tight around his waist, their bodies a tangle of passion and need. He slammed her against the cold steel, the impact making her gasp into his mouth. His hands found her breasts, kneading them roughly, his thumbs flicking over her nipples until she moaned in pleasure.

She didn't protest, instead, she arched her back, pushing herself into his touch, her body begging for more. Her nails dug into his shoulders, not enough to break the skin, but with a **** that made him growl with pleasure. Shirou felt the heat of her pussy against his cock, and he knew she was ready.

With a primal urgency, he slammed into her, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room. There was no gentleness in their lovemaking, no sweet whispers or tender caresses. It was raw, it was brutal, and it was everything they both needed.

Shirou's hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust into her over and over again.

She met him with equal fervor, her tongue battling his, her teeth grazing his lower lip in a deliciously painful way that made him groan. Her legs tightened around his waist, her heels pressing into his back, urging him deeper. The cold metal of the wall was unforgiving against her skin, but it only served to heighten her senses, making every touch, every movement feel more intense.

Shirou's thrusts grew more powerful, his hips moving in a primal rhythm that matched the hammering of his heart. He could feel the heat building between them, a fiery crescendo that threatened to consume them both.

Shiki's eyes rolled back in her head as she cried out, her body tightening around him like a vice.

Shirou's hips moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, each thrust hitting just the right spot. Despite their roughness, their coupling was a dance of two souls intertwined, understanding each other's needs without the need for words.

Shiki's breath grew ragged in his ear, her nails no longer scratching but rather caressing his back.

She bit her lower lip to stifle her moans, her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the building pressure within her.

Shirou felt her tense, her body begging for release, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer either. He slammed into her one final time, feeling her shudder with climax as she clamped down around him. He groaned, his own orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave.

Their bodies remained locked together for a few moments, their breathing harsh and ragged.

He didn't break the kiss, instead he stumbled backward, carrying her with him to the bed, their bodies never separating. The mattress took their weight with a soft thud, and they fell onto it in a tangle of limbs. Shirou laid her down, his body hovering over hers, his muscles flexing as he braced himself on his arms.

Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, and she didn't release him as he began to move again, slower this time. He kissed along her neck, his teeth grazing the soft skin as he went.

"Mm," she murmured, her eyes still closed, savoring the sensation of his mouth on her skin.

With time Shirou's movements grew more urgent, his hips pumping into her with a ferocity that made the bedframe creak.

Shiki's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated with desire, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her nails digging into his back as she matched his pace. Her legs tightened around his waist, her ankles locking together to keep him as deep inside her as possible.

Shirou's strokes grew longer and harder, their bodies slapping together with a rhythmic sound that filled the room.

Shirou's hips moved in a blur, his cock disappearing into her over and over again. Her orgasms coming in waves that seemed to never end.

Until her moans silent, Shirou could feel her body quiver beneath him. He slowed his pace, giving her a moment to catch her breath. Her eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on her lips as she met his gaze.

With one final, powerful thrust, Shirou felt his own climax approaching. He growled low in his throat, his teeth gritting together as he pushed through the last of his restraint. Shiki's eyes widened as she felt his cock swell inside her, the heat of his release flooding into her. Her legs tightened even more, her heels digging into his back as she whispered his name.

As the last of the passion ebbed away, he collapsed onto her, their bodies drenched in sweat.

For a moment, they lay there, their hearts racing in unison, their breathing the only sound in the room. Then, as if pulled by an unseen ****, Shirou felt himself drift away from consciousness.