Shirou Emiya

Shirou Emiya. The bone of his sword himself.

There was his Servant, Saber, a lithe blonde of otherwordly beauty. Known as Artoria or King Arthur, the King of the Knights, in her past life, she was a woman of great dignity and strength. As Master and Servant, as close allies, he developed some feelings for her. Feelings which, from what he could tell, were mutual.

Unfortunately, life wasn't so easy for the young man. There was Saber, yes, but there were others.

Rin Tohsaka, his high school crush. The girl who teased him incessantly, who was his teacher, and most importantly, acted like a tsundere. She was pretty and easily had the nicest ass out of all the women he knew. And he knew a lot of women.

There was Sakura Matou, his junior, and a girl who developed an impressive bust. Naturally voloptous, he would always notice her no matter what she wore. She was shy, however, and someone who valued her modesty. Shirou sensed sparks between them—whenever their fingers brushed or their hands reached for the same kitchen utensil. She visited his home quite often, leading to some...precarious situations. Shirou honestly didn't know what to make of it.

Especially since Sakura's Servant, Rider, was also there. Always with her Master, always watching, always smirking.

But fuck, she was hot. The hot allure of Rider was not midigated in the slightest even in casual clothing. She practically plagued his nightmares. Her entrapping cleavage, her height, her sensual words and flirty nature.

So many sexy women. So many wet dreams.

Shirou woke up with a throbbing boner and a wet patch on his crotch. "This is the third time this week," he grumbled. His mind and balls seemed to have ideas of their own, torturing him with the horniest dreams possible. Getting out of bed, wearing a white t-shirt and black pants, he stared down at the uncomfortable lump.

Shirou looked around. No one was in his room. Good.

The redhead had a really big secret. Well, not big exactly. He drew his pants and boxers down, letting his erection spring free. It was...