Sinister Whispers

He was falling.

Everywhere around him was darkness. Cloying and captivating all at once, and all consuming to the ****.

No matter how he twisted or turned, there was no up or down, there was nothing anywhere for him to orient himself to.

He just kept falling.

It was slow. Thicker than air. Thicker than water. It was like sinking in a huge vat of honey. But was he sinking? He didn’t even know if he was moving at all. The darkness just stretched on forever.

He kept falling.

His eyes slowly began to close. He felt so tired right now. He just couldn’t go on right now. There was just something so comforting about this blackness. He felt almost safe here, despite the fear running through him.

As the fear slowly ebbed away, his eyes became harder and harder to reopen each time they blinked shut.

He kept falling.

And then all at once, he saw something. Far off in the distance, a thousand thousand miles away. Or maybe not. Something was shifting in the darkness. It was almost impossible to spot, black on black as it was, but there was some sort of response to its passage he could just make out as it moved, like a snake sliding along just below the water’s surface.

He blinked and it was closer.

He blinked again, and it was closer still.

He could see it clearer now. Pitch black and snakelike, with just the tiniest tinge of a deep crimson red to it.

He blinked and it was upon him.

The thing wrapped around his leg, coiling around it tightly like it could become a second skin, and he realised he was naked. Had he been naked the entire time and just not realised it, or had the thing removed his clothing while he had been blinking? He couldn’t be sure.

It kept slithering up his body, moving up his leg towards his pelvis. He was just about to reach out and grab it, but found his arms couldn’t move.

Turning his head he looked up and saw two more of the long stringy things had already wrapped around his arms and were pulling on them almost like they wanted to pull his body apart.

He felt a shiver run up his body as another of the ribbonlike things wrapped around his other leg, and felt the two on his arms coil around them, the terrible foursome of black and red things encroaching more and more on his torso.

And then a fifth one slivered into view. It had apparently been hidden between his legs, hiding behind the bulk of his bitchbreaker, but now it revealed itself, first doing a loop around his balls, pulling tight like a ring around them, before continuing upwards to slither up his shaft.

It was a smooth and silken sensation, like whatever it was, it was made of some kind of very soft fabric. It was also dreadfully cold. And it continued to wind round and round his cock, almost like it was some evil bandage winding itself tight around the hot, swollen mess his dick was becoming from the stimulation.

And then abruptly it stopped. It tried to go on, to stretch further, but apparently it was simply too short to be able to cover the entire length of his cock alone. It strained there for several moments, trying to stretch the extra length of space towards completion, but it simply couldn’t manage.

And then he felt the most incredible sensation, almost like someone had suddenly shoved a straw into his soul and was slurping up his essence like a banana smoothie, and suddenly some part of the ribbon like tendril phased through his cock.

With that extra little bit of length recovered, the ribbon made it the rest of the way to the head of his cock, and flicked up towards his face.

It really was just some strange ribbon. It was paper thin, but the end of it was a brilliant crimson red, and so when it turned towards him it was incredibly visible against the pitchblack that lay beyond.

It seemed to study him for a moment, the end of it swaying lightly from side to side, like a snake currently enthralled by a snake charmer's playing, but would revert to its own terrible business the moment the alluring music ended.

That moment of distraction allowed Shirou to try and think, to try and speak or say something, but he found himself completely unable. His voice wouldn’t work, his brain wouldn’t work, all of it felt like moving through the same thick treacle that inhibited everything else.

He tried to look around in the darkness again, trying to spot something out there, anything else out there that could possibly save him from this thing.

Something warm touched his cheek. It wasn’t obscenely so, it wasn’t scolding or even overly warm, just the same temperature as your average bog standard human. But it was touching his cheek, holding it, caressing it even. He felt the earring in his right shoulder sway as something brushed past it.

His eyes turned, though his head did not.

Another ribbon was there, but this one was different. It had shape, it had form, it had substance to it. But not its own. It was shaped to something, moulded against something vaguely like a human appendage, like a glove on the end of an invisible hand.

Oh so very gently, that hand slowly pushed on his cheek, directing him back to the sight of the smallest ribbon down by his cock, still swaying from side to side.

And slowly that ribbon began to fold, the end of it becoming smaller as it folded over itself lengthways once, then twice, and a third time for good measure.

And slowly, that end of ribbon began to descend. He could feel it pressing against the end of his cock, against the opening he spewed forth his seed from.

And it began to push its way inside.

He wanted to yowl at the strange sensation, terrifying and uncomfortable, though not altogether unpleasant. But he couldn’t. He could do absolutely nothing but experience it as the ribbon pushed its way down the length of his cock, and he could feel as it reached the base and divided in two, a strip going along each passage and driving into the insides of his ball. All throughout its journey, its smooth sides filled out and rubbed against the walls of his urethra. It felt both unnatural and good and it was this strange mixture of the two sensations his most sensitive of appendages experienced, trapped as it was under tight, coiling smooth ribbon tentacles.

They played around, stroking his inner walls, churning the insides of his sperm factories, and he felt the urge to cum building inside of him, against his consent.

And then, quick as a flash, the length withdrew, and it took his semen with it. Up and along his urethra the ribbon went, and right behind it came his cum, spurting out into the darkness like an unending torrent.

Shirou felt like a balloon who had suffered a pin being stuck into him, and now all of his insides, everything that kept him alive and who he was, was shooting out at the speed of sound. Cuming out his very essence into the uncaring void. He watched as his penis throbbed with each shot, the ribbons wrapped around it stretching slightly each time as they tried to contain his bucking, flexing manhood.

And it just didn’t stop. It kept going and going, him feeling weaker and weaker as it did so, the semen, the energy, perhaps even the lifeforce just draining out of him like he was a tap that had been set to the widest and quickest setting.

By the time the last droplets of seed were being wiped up by the ribbons, before they once again retreated back to the darkness from whence they had come, Shirou was already beyond consciousness.

His limp body fell.

Shirou woke up with a start. He was breathing rapidly, sweat pouring down his brow in a true torrent, and he felt so completely weak and helpless right now, like a newborn kitten rather than a young adult with plenty of vim and vigour in his life.

Something had happened. A dream, or a nightmare or something. He could remember that much. But why couldn’t he remember anything more than that? It was just black when he tried to summon up the memory from the back of his mind. Just complete and utter absence of anything and everything. Whatever the nightmare had been that had left him in this terrible state, it was already gone from his mind.

He almost reflexively spoke a line aloud to make it normal for him to be able to perfectly recall the dream, but he held himself back. That would be… frivolous. He had better things to do with his time than worry about some silly dream that his brain had apparently decided wasn’t worth remembering. Who was he to disagree?

As he got ready for the day, he turned the shower to ice cold, to try to make sure that he had purged all of the sweat and grime his midnight fretting had likely covered him in. But as the freezing water landed on his skin, he recoiled. From the temperature yes, but also no. He could stand the temperature perfectly well, and yet for some reason the feeling of the ice cold water running down his arms and legs felt ominous.

He tried to push the irrational sensation out of his mind, and get on with his morning routine. There was a workout to complete, and breakfast to prepare.

“I think it is time I cleared a few things up.” Shirou said firmly as he placed a bowl of breakfast down in front of Archer. She was very clearly Tohsaka Rin right now, and he hadn’t seen any hint of Ishtar being active within her so far, so if he wanted to have a one on one with his fellow Master turned subordinate servant, now seemed like the time. Taiga was still abed thanks to it being a Saturday, and he’d checked in on Sakura to make sure that she was the same.

Saber sat across the table, and peaked up at Shirou’s conversation starter, but returned to her food a moment later when she saw that Shirou was looking at Archer instead of her.

“I didn’t fuck you while Ishtar was in control. I didn’t take your virginity, or do you up the ass. The most Ishtar did with your body was suck me off.” Shirou sat down at the table and moved his chopsticks slightly out of the way, since they had been placed a bit too close to the bowl for his taste.

Rin went completely crimson red, her blush completely taking over her entire face. “Y-you expect me to believe that?!” She squeaked out. Apparently whatever libido or sexual vigour had overtaken her the night before, it wasn’t here now, and she was every part the blushing virgin she was but thought she wasn’t.

“Well I could fuck you here and now. Unless you’ve miraculously regrown a broken hymen, then that will prove I didn’t touch you like that right?”

“N-no way.” She balked at the suggestion, and she took the chance to stuff her face with half her breakfast rather than try to say anything else before she could think through her words. Shirou allowed it, just languidly watching on with half lidded eyes. She finally swallowed her mouthful, and fixed him with a stare. “That won’t be necessary. I have another idea.”

He saw the magic crest on her arm light up a bright blue, looking like a circuit board engraved onto a part of her arm. She closed her eyes, and magical energy spread throughout her lower body. After a few seconds, she breathed out, and her head dropped into her arms. She mewled into her own hands for a moment, muttering a long slurry of complaints, before finally looking up at him incredibly embarrassed. “You didn’t do it.”

“What did you do to check?” He asked, idly spooning a mouthful down his gullet. He was feeling very hungry this morning. Maybe because he was still shaken up a little because of whatever had happened in that nightmare of his.

“I ~~” She said something but it quickly dissolved into mumbles. Her face was as crimson red as the coat she usually wore.

“I didn’t catch that. Could you repeat it please?”

“I too am interested in how you were able to determine you still possessed your chastity without testing that it still remained.” Saber chimed in from across the table, her own eyes equally half lidded as his own as she leaned forwards on the table, elbows up on the surface. “Is it some magic available due to your new nature as Archer? Or some spell of Ishtar’s?”

“No. I… I reinforced my hymen”, Rin squeaked out with a crimson blush. Both Shirou and Saber blinked, staring at her in confusion. She looked back at their blank stares, and shifted uncomfortably in place before speaking up again, bursting out in an explosion of emotion. “I used reinforcement magic on my hymen okay! I couldn’t do that if it wasn’t still there. If you try to make me say it again I will curse your cock off!” She cleared, pointing her finger at him in the shape of a gun, a black and red orb of magic forming on the end of it and swirling maliciously.

Black and Red. Something about that niggled at him, but he couldn’t tell what. Instead he just raised his hands in the universal gesture of surrender. “Don’t worry. I heard you well enough the second time.” But slowly he leaned forwards towards her, cranking up the power of his passive normality a little bit as he did so as insurance against surprise castration magic. His hands slowly looped around her hips, grabbing her by her beautiful buttocks, and dragging her around the table until she was practically seated in his lap, her breasts tickling his chin. “But if you did want to lose it properly, then I’m right here, and very, very willing.”

“Eep!” She squealed out, burying her face in her hands again as her Dere Dere nature overtook her Tsun Tsun, her spell dissolving as she lost her concentration. She was so cute like this. He just wanted to plunder her and watch her face twist into ahegao all over again, but this time with blue eyes instead of red. It was almost assured to happen at some point with Ishtar’s blessing and how much time they were going to spend together with this whole Grail War thing and beyond, but it was still a lovely fantasy to imagine. Tohsaka Rin, the famed beauty and school idol of Homurahara, pleasure wracked and moaning as he pounded into her. The thought alone was causing his cock to slowly begin to rise beneath Rin’s backside.

But it was not to be right now. Rin slowly shivered back onto her feet and practically dashed off out of the room, leaving her half eaten breakfast behind her. His hand went down to his lap, and lightly dabbed at the slight damp patch there. Maybe it wouldn’t be too far off now?

“Shirou, what plan do we have for today? If we are to continue towards our objective with this war, then we need to locate more Servants and Masters.” Saber said, acting more serious now that the teasing of Rin was finished and it was time to settle down a bit.

He thought about it for a few moments before choosing how to respond. “Well I’m working at the bar tomorrow until evening, so if we are going to go out there and hunt down some people involved with the Grail War, it will have to be done tonight.” He said as he stroked his chin a little. “For today though, I thought I would go out and do some shopping. I need to stock the pantry for having more mouths around. If we happen to run into someone to do with the war, it's not like either of us can do anything? They wouldn’t be able to do anything to us during the day without breaking the rules and exposing magecraft.”

“You are going to source supplies? Very logical. We are at war, and in war logistics and supply lines are tantamount for victory. Hunger is the enemy.” She did not even try to hide the desire that shone in her eyes, the sheer gluttony that merely the thought and fantasy of Shirou’s cooking revealed in her was inspiring. He was not someone who took inordinate pride in his own abilities, so there was no ego boost from her clear appreciation, but the fact that she was already so enamoured with his ability was all he needed to ensure that he was going to put his all into making everything he fed to her from now on the very best he could put together.

“In that case, would you like to come with me? The fishmongers should have gotten in fresh stock so we can probably get something nice and fresh. Your choice.” He offered while he stood up and moved to grab some cash and his jacket. Saber looked at him for only a moment before nodding and sliding to her feet as well.

“Very well Shirou. I shall accompany you. And if we do indeed encounter enemies, I shall ensure your safety.” She waited patiently for him to gather his belongings, and walked with him to the door, stepping out into the fresh morning air. She was not yet finished though. “However Shirou.” She continued as he locked up the front gate. Everyone left inside had their own key so could leave if they wanted. “I do believe perhaps it might be better for us to be more proactive in our pursuits of our enemies. Our current strategy overwhelmingly relies on us encountering them first before it can be put into effect, but so far our only encounters with opponents have been accidental.”

“My suggestion on the topic would be to have Archer utilise her flight, and potentially any scrying capabilities she might possess, to more actively hunt for our foes.” She seemed to have put some thought into this, which was a plus, and she was right that he was perfectly fine with dragging out this war as was necessary. But with the powers he had now, there wasn’t really any reason to rush to the finish line, except for the possibility of his potential harem killing each other off before he collected them all.

He came to a complete stop, completely paralysed. That could happen. He could lose his harem. All it would take would be for him to be too passive and they could all end up exterminating each other before they came around to his way of thinking. He should stop that right now. “It is normal for…” But for some reason he stopped mid sentence. He wasn’t sure why, but some part of his own line of logic was perturbing him.

He would be preventing deaths, he would be saving people with his words. That was the reasoning behind all of this. All of this effort gathering himself a harem of adoring Servant and Master sluts, it wasn’t for him. It was for them. It was to keep them all alive. Wasn’t it?

“Shirou?” Saber was right in front of him, looking up at him with concern in her eyes. “What is wrong? Are you under attack from a spell?”

“I- I don’t know.”

“Then we should immediately search out Archer. As a magus she will be able to determine for certain if you are suffering some sort of curse or ****.” She grabbed his hand with a grip like steel and almost immediately began to physically drag him along down the street, though he had no clue if she actually knew where she was going.

“No.” He said, though he knew he sounded very weak. He steeled himself and tried again. “No.” Saber stopped at his order, and turned back over her shoulder to look at him, and for a moment he saw her eyes turn to slits, and she took in several drags of breath through her nostrils. “I’m fine. We still need to get food. Let’s just get to the shops and get back home, and everything will be fine.”

She obviously didn’t agree, and she was certainly not convinced at all about him not currently being under the effects of some nefarious spell, and she made sure that there was no way for him to miss that. “As your Sword, I follow your orders Master.” Her tone was dripping with disapproval though, and he wasn't sure if she wasn't about to just straight up mutiny against him at a moments notice.

He decided to nip that in the bud. Stepping forwards he swept his arms around her, both hands going to her buttocks and digging deep into them, fingers blatantly digging towards her pussy and ass, while physically lifting the slight woman right off of the ground and pulling her into a smouldering kiss. He put his all into truly plastering his lips against her own, shoving his tongue down her throat and subjugating her own in a single motion. The servant had no recourse to take but to hang there and endure it while Shirou's fingers raided her plump ass and his tongue did the same to her tonsils, ravaging her like the Mongol Hordes trampling through Persia.

When finally he let her go, she basically plopped back onto her feet, pussy dripping, eyes wide and cloudy, and a string of saliva hanging between their mouths. He watched amused as for a moment her mouth just made little movements, as if what was still working of her mind after that overwhelming kiss were randomly firing contradicting orders off, all of them getting scrambled and resulting in nothing actually being said. She was so cute when she was off kilter. "Come along Saber. We have supplies to fetch. An army marches on its stomach, even one as small as ours."

He turned and left as he made the jovial statement, and Saber was still too blissed out to object for the moment. Shirou gently shook the drops of her juices from his fingertips as he walked towards the market. They would get what they came for and put the Grail War to the backs of their minds for the moment.

He never did make that Normality.

Back within the confines of the Emiya household, there were more guests present than Shirou had believed. Slowly particles of light came together to form a moderately tall and incredibly buxom form, long purple hair cascading down her back and along the curve of a bountiful ass, to run along a set of sumptuous legs, hanging almost the entire way to the floor.

As the very last specks of light drifted down and joined to her form, she surveyed the room through blindfolded eyes, before fixing her gaze on the bed she had appeared before and the woman currently laid in it. Slowly she sank to one knee, one hand planting down onto the ground as she bowed her head to the one in the bed. “They are gone Master. We are alone save for the teacher.”

“Thank you Rider.” Sakura said as she slowly sat up in the bed, her face overcast with shadow. “Did anyone suspect anything?”

“No. They seemed too distracted with each other to even notice my presence.” The servant replied obediently without looking up, even as Sakura cast aside the bedcovers and slipped one leg and then the other over the edge to set her feet down on the ground. “I must be honest with you Master. As I observed them… I felt it. Just as you described. The boy is enticing.”

“He’s more than enticing. Shirou is absolutely delicious.” Sakura replied to her, her tongue darting out and leaving a coating of damp saliva all over her lips. There was a dullness to her eyes as she looked down at Rider, meeting the gaze of her blindfold. “I want to have him over and over. I want to have him all to myself.”

“Sakura.” Rider spoke up to pull Sakura out of spiralling into a self indulgent monologue. “I shall acquire him for you if you desire. But there remains a Grail War. You shall not be safe until it is resolved.”

“Then we kill Saber, Nee-san, and everyone else.” Sakura replied, a sly smile upturning each end of her mouth as she looked down at her Servant. Her gaze was blank, almost vacant, like she wasn’t there as she looked to the ceiling and sighed in satisfaction. “It will be simple. And then Sempai and I will be together forever.” Then her head cocked to one side and a sudden look of realisation overcame her face. She turned her gaze back down to Rider kneeling on the floor before her. Gradually she reached out with one hand and stroked a stray strand of hair back behind the servant's ear. “And you can have him too Rider. As a reward for all your hard work. After all the killing. It will just be the three of us.”

A shudder ran through her form as she stage whispered those last few words like she was in ecstasy merely speaking the concept aloud. “Ahh~~ Rider!” She moaned out, heat running up her body like it had done the day before. “I- I need.” She took several deep shuddering breaths and swallowed several times in quick succession. “Ooooh Rider I need youuuuu!!!” She cried out, her hand going down to between her legs and pushing her panties to the side while she immediately began to plunge three fingers into her sopping cunt, her slit almost like a swamp with how much feminine juices were pouring out of her right now.

“Do not worry Master.” Rider assured her as she took hold of each of Sakura’s knees in turn, the cold of her flesh tingling against how hot Sakura’s fever was running right now. “I am your loyal servant. I will attend you now.” Slowly she pushed Sakura’s thighs apart and moved her head into the gap that opened between them, pressing her face into Sakura’s lower regions, nuzzling her fingers out of the way as she put her tongue and teeth to work.

As the servant dove into her work, placing her all into worshiping at the altar of her Master and Mistress, one of Sakura’s hands came to the back of her head, pushing her deeper in, and practically grinding herself onto Rider’s face while her other went behind her to hold her upright. “Shirou.” She moaned out as she was pleasured. “Shirou. Shirou~!!!”