Two Delightful Opponents

From out the mist stepped two figures. The first would be easy to describe as petite. She was short, with blood red eyes that seemed to shine with glee as they danced over Shirou and his two servants, and she possessed long white hair, which was almost as colourless as they mist she had stepped from, and as pale as her own skin, which was an unnatural ivory hue. Her body was contained within a large, thick purple coat like some sort of Russian winter clothing, and he could imagine her being of nobility just from that clothing choice. Despite its thickness though, it did little to hide the fact that the woman was bereft of almost any cleavage whatsoever, and was much the same when it came to her backside.

The other was notably taller, about as tall as Rin in fact, meaning she still stood shorter than Shirou himself. She was dressed in a sort of kilt, though it looked more like a cape that she had decided to wear about her waste instead of her shoulders. It was held up by two straps that crossed over her stomach, a few inches above the combination of metal and cloth that formed her panties, the only thing covering her modesty down below whatsoever. Up above was even skimpier. Only a thin strip of cloth, barely 2 inches in width, was looped around her breasts, keeping her nipples concealed from the open air, and with an equally small strip that diverged from it to loop around her neck. She wore gauntlets and spiked boots as well, but besides those two tiny rivets of clothing, there lay absolutely nothing to cover the veritable expanse of skin that lay bare before them all.

And by every god that had ever been worshipped on the planet earth, what a body it was. The woman was a small wall of muscle, having abs that looked more like they were chiselled out of marble than the result of paltry flesh, thighs and biceps that were absolutely divine, and just an overall layer of musculature that was akin to what you would expect from some sort of bodybuilder, but condensed down to fit a relatively lithe frame. Her breasts were the only part about her entire body that seemed like they could ever approach being referred to as soft, and even they looked like they were incredibly firm, and could potentially crush a cock flat in between them.

Shirou's eyes ran all over these two forms as they became visible through the fog and mist, and he knew that both of the two servants to either side of him were doing the same. Saber was more inspecting their armour and weapons, assessing the servant's strength and how they should be approached to deal with them in an efficient manner. Ishtar however, was doing much the same as himself, just trying take in all the two lovely loaves of lady-flesh, ready to be bent over and broken atop his cock, while Ishtar used their free parts of her own leisure.

"Good evening, Onii-chan!" The smaller one called. "I see you took my advice. That's good. I suppose it is now time for me to properly introduce myself. My name is Illyasviel von Einzbern, Master of servant Berserker in this Holy Grail War." She lifted the sides of her coat to curtsey to him.

"Nice to meet you as well Illyasviel!" He called in reply, taking an extra hard grope of Ishtar's backside, before releasing the pliant flesh, and slowly walking across the distance between the two before him. The Normality Earrings were hard at work, and Saber didn't even try and protest as he moved over to the women she had just called their enemies. He looked up and down the women before him, inspecting them for signs of being affected by his new Normalities.

The coat on the smaller woman was too concealing to really allow any part of her body to show, but it didn't cover the lightest of blushes that was dusting her cheeks, so slight that it wouldn't even be visible if not for how paper white her skin was otherwise. The near nudist woman had no such concealment. Her nipples were already hard enough that they were easily visible through the thin bandana she was using as a makeshift bra, and he could see them stiffening before his very eyes. He silently wondered how long it might take before they got so hard that they poked right through the thing. Down below she didn't seem to be affected though, which was slightly disappointing. Her underwear was something between cloth and metal, and should have clearly shown any arousal.

He needed to more thoroughly inspect her. While the smaller girl began to speak again about the war, about their participation and such, he zoned her out, and instead reached out to the woman in front of him. His first act was to take a hold of the two straps that were holding up her little kilt, and undo them, leaving the entire ensemble, as well as the sword sheaths concealed within the, to fall to the ground. With that out of the way, the only thing inhibiting his view of her abs was also removed, and now he was stunned at just how wonderful they were.

Shirou knew muscle. He had a muscled frame himself thanks to his daily routine, but by god did this woman ascend it to an entirely new level. He couldn't help it, they were just to wonderful, and so Shirou slowly sunk to his knees before her, and set his tongue upon the task of giving those prime muscles a lustrous shine. Now he would have preferred to do this with oil, but his saliva would do in a pinch.

Slowly, his tongue descended into the crevice between two of her abs, the gap almost an entire inch deep from the surface of her skin, and by the lord was it an experience. She had a taste to her that he couldn't put into words, a mixture between feminine musk, lust and something else that made the entire concoction incredible heady to him. He needed more. And so he set about doing just that. He treated those marvellous muscles as if they were coated in hot, thick and sticky chocolate sauce, taking two or three licks just to clear out a single area of the space, and he repeated this for the entire surface of her abs.

Throughout all of this, the servant, most definitely the Berserker that Illya had claimed to be the Master of, did absolutely nothing. She stood there imperiously, as if this was an every day occurrence for her, and responded with a queen like disposition, staring out across his head towards the other two servants who were arrayed before her, scanning them just like Saber had assessed her.

Shirou's hands came up, and seized her backside, finding it as firm and unyielding as her muscles, but that didn't at all count against it. This was an ass he could imagine spanking, thwacking away until his own hand went red from the impacts, and it just sped up the rate at which the drool was drizzling from his mouth. He honestly couldn't even say that his dick was as hard as her backside, but by god would he enjoy finding out.

Finally, his worship of her abdominal muscles ended, not a square millimetre of them not covered in his saliva. And so he moved downwards, his hands ripping the panties out of the way, to reveal a set of pussy lips that were completely hairless and seemed to all the world as they had never had even the beginnings of a bush to begin with, and while they were still not close to what he had expected, he was proud to say were quite damp.

He looked up at her face, still so cool and stoic. He looked over at the Master, looking over at him kneeling down, having ceased in her words and instead now just staring inquisitively at him, wondering at what he could be doing, even if it was normal for him to do it.

He dived in, his tongue lashing about inside of her tight canal, licking and lapping away around within her previously untouched pussy. He liked to imagine that he was the first person that had ever done this to such a woman. It made it all the more thrilling that he had gone from virgin, to now munching away on the carpet of a virgin queen, with two more servant stood just a few metres behind him who he had already made up his mind on the fact that he was going to rail for all they were worth.

The command seals on his hand throbbed, flashing golden for a few moments, and he felt the suckling sensation on his soul intensify for just a moment, Ishtar obviously trying to steal his attention, but he had no time for her right now. Not when he had a body like this in front of him, completely submitting to his ravenous wills.

And his rampant enthusiasm was working. Slowly, he saw the steel-like façade of the Berserker begin to crack, hot breaths being emitted out into the cold night air, where they showed clearly as steam blowing out from her mouth. Such a sight only intensified his vigour, and he thrust his tongue ever deeper within her, sampling every centimetre, every slight mound or crevice found within her.

Finally she broke. A small deluge of feminine juices came flooding out from the pussy he had been so thoroughly working over, and the powerful legs that had been holding his 'victim' up bent at the knee and then gave up. Shirou's hands were already on her ass, and so they were in a prime position to sweep around underneath the woman, catching and cradling her in her arms, before slowly and softly lowering her down onto the ground.

He stood up from his crouch, and brought his arm up to his mouth, quickly wiping it clean. He turned around to look at the two servants, who had both lowered their guards now that the only one present who could in any way harm them had been so thoroughly dealt with. Turning back, he looked at where the small girl had been just before.

She was no longer. Illyasviel had completely vanished back into the depths of the fog and mist that she and her servant had emerged from, and it was only a moment later that the insensate Berserker vanished in a bright flash of red light.

"Well, that was fun." Shirou said. "Shall we go on home?"

Illya panted to herself lustily as she stumbled through the forest back towards the Einzbern Manor. She had clearly underestimated her adoptive brother. The skill to take on a servant one on one was something that could never have been expected from him though. Who could do that? Who could take a Berserker, and reduce her to a whimpering mess of sexual fluids? It was absurd.

And oh so fucking sexy. Illya almost tripped over a loose root because her thighs were too busy rubbing together, trying to stimulate herself more as she kept moving. She was steadfast in her determination to keep her hand away from beneath her clothes. She couldn't give in. That would just be proving her weakness to him.

But by god did it make her squirm and squirt out juices from her pussy like a spray bottle. She just couldn't deal with the cognitive dissonance of what was going on. He had just been so casual. That somehow made it hotter.

Stupid Sexy Shirou.

She'd come back ready next time. And then, she'd cum on top.

Come out on top.

Stupid Sexy Shirou.