Ushiwakamaru

In the quiet embrace of his room, Shirou found the woman he had drawn from th e lottery.

An Asian beauty with straight black hair and blue eyes. In an an armor that couldn't even be used as bikini.

Ushiwakamaru, the legendary samurai from ancient Japan, looked up at Shirou with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Her blue eyes shimmered with anticipation.

"Welcome back," she purred, her voice as soft as a summer breeze. "Shirou-dono,"

Shirou felt a sudden rush of lust as he gazed upon Ushiwakamaru's form.

He walked towards her, his heart racing, and she immediately knelt before him, her head bowed and her eyes cast downward in submission.

It was a sight that never failed to stir his soul: Ushiwakamaru kneeling before him, her lithe body adorned in armor that barely contained her modesty.

She had drawn the short straw today, and Shirou couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of claiming his prize. He stepped closer, his boots clicking against the cold floor, and she looked up at him with unabashed longing.

"I've missed you, Shirou-dono," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup her chin and lift her face to meet his gaze. Her eyes were alight with passion, and he knew exactly what she craved.

Her tongue slipped out, tracing the curve of her upper lip in a silent invitation that sent his blood boiling.

He removed his uniform with deliberate slowness, watching as Ushiwakamaru's eyes followed his every move, her breathing growing more rapid. She remained in her knelling, her tongue out, eyes never leaving his face. "Good girl," he murmured, the words sending a shiver down her spine. He stepped closer, his hand sliding behind her neck, and gently but firmly pushed her face down to his crotch. She took his length in her mouth without hesitation, her eyes closing in pleasure as she tasted him.

Shirou groaned in satisfaction as her soft, wet mouth worked him over. She was skilled, eager to please, her tongue swirling around his shaft as if she were worshipping a deity. He stroked her hair, the soft strands slipping through his fingers as he set a rhythm she eagerly followed. The room grew hot with their shared passion, the only sounds their heavy breathing and the wet noises of her mouth. He could feel his climax building, his grip on her hair tightening slightly as he approached the edge.

With a final, **** moan, he pulled away and stepped back, his cock standing proud and glistening in the cold light of the room. Ushiwakamaru looked up at him with eyes that were a mix of adoration and desperation.

"Please," she begged, her voice trembling, "let me finish."

Shirou smirked, knowing the power he held over her in this moment. He reached down, his hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, stroking it gently.

"You want this, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.

Ushiwakamaru nodded fervently, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink. She was on all fours now, her mouth open and tongue out, begging for his release.

Shirou stepped closer, his eyes locked onto hers, his grip tightening as he stroked his cock. He felt the tension in his balls tighten and knew he couldn't hold back much longer.

With a grunt of pure pleasure, he erupted, spurts of hot cum arcing through the air and splattering onto Ushiwakamaru's beautiful face. She closed her eyes and leaned into it, her expression one of pure bliss as she felt the warmth of his seed on her skin. Each spurt painted a new line across her features, leaving a trail of sticky white on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. When he was done, she looked up at him, her face a mess of cum and lust.

"Thank you, Shirou-dono," she murmured, her voice hoarse from her earlier exertions. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of him.

Shirou's chest heaved with the aftermath of his release, his breath misting in the cold room.

Ushiwakamaru remained on her knees, her eyes shining with a mix of satisfaction and adoration.

Shirou took a moment to appreciate the sight before his eyes. The woman who was once a legendary warrior now knelt before him, her face a canvas for his desire. But he knew she craved more, much more.

With a predatory smile, he reached down and pulled her to her feet. He turned her around and pushed her gently but firmly towards the bed, her armor clinking softly with each step she took. He could feel the tension in her body as she anticipated what was to come.

Once she was at the edge of the bed, he reached around her and tore her blue underwear, revealing her bare back. He traced the line of her spine with his fingertips, feeling the goosebumps that erupted at his touch.

He stepped closer, his cock still hard and demanding more. He bent her over the bed, Ushiwakamaru gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she braced herself for what was to come.

Shirou's hands moved to her hips, his grip firm and possessive as he positioned himself behind her. He could see her pussy, wet and ready for him, and his mouth watered at the sight. He lined up his cock with her entrance, savoring the moment before he plunged into her.

With a roar of pure lust, he thrust forward, filling her up to the hilt. Ushiwakamaru arched her back, her scream of pleasure echoing through the room. Her body was tight, clenching around him as if trying to pull him deeper. He began to move, setting a brutal pace that had her moaning and writhing beneath him. Each thrust was punctuated by a wet smack as their bodies collided, the sound reverberating off the cold metal walls.

He leaned over, the so called armor pushed aside to expose her soft flesh, taking one nipple in his hand, squeezing it tightly as he fucked her. Her nipples were hard, begging for his attention, so he pinched one, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until she cried out again.

Shirou's thrusts grew more powerful with every moan that escaped her lips. He could feel her tightening around him, her body begging for release.

Gripping her hips harder, he angled himself and pushed deeper, his strokes becoming more demanding. He knew she was close; he could feel it in the way she bucked against him.

Shirou withdrew from her with a wet pop, and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He stepped back and took in the sight of her bent over the bed, her perfect ass in the air, begging for more.

With a wicked grin, he grabbed his cock and brought it to her tight anus. She tensed, but didn't resist as he painted her ass cheeks and the hole with the cum. The warm fluid would act as a lubricant, easing the way for what was to come.

He watched with rapt attention as her body reacted to his touch, her asshole quivering slightly as he circled it with the head of his cock.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed inside her, feeling her tighten around him. She gasped, her nails digging into the bed as he stretched her open, filling her completely. Her body shuddered, adjusting to the sudden intrusion.

Ushiwakamaru's eyes watered with the mix of pain and pleasure, her face contorted in an expression that was both agonizing and ecstatic. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, her body fighting the urge to expel the foreign object.

Shirou didn't give her any time to adjust; instead, he began to pump his cock in and out of her ass, using her own juices and his cum as lubricant. She moaned, her body rocking back to meet each of his thrusts, taking him in deeper and deeper. The initial discomfort gave way to a burning sensation that was soon overtaken by a fullness that made her toes curl. She felt his balls slapping against her clit with every movement, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

Her moans grew louder, filling the small space as he fucked her mercilessly. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with each stroke. Shirou's hand slid down to her pussy, his fingers delving into her wetness as he continued to ravage her from behind. He found her clit, swollen and sensitive, and began to rub it in rhythm with his thrusts.

Ushiwakamaru's eyes rolled back in her head as pleasure overwhelmed her. She could feel herself building towards climax, her body responding to his every touch. The pain and the pleasure intertwined, creating a symphony of sensation that threatened to consume her. She pushed back against him, urging him deeper, her moans turning into screams as she neared the peak.

Shirou's hand moved faster on her clit, his other hand gripping her hip to keep her in place. He watched as her body began to convulse, her ass clamping down on his cock as she came hard. Her orgasm triggered his own, and with a roar, he released himself inside her, filling her to the brim with his cum.

They collapsed onto the bed together, their bodies sticky and sweaty. Shirou's cock slipped out of her, a mix of cum and lube dripping onto the sheets. Ushiwakamaru lay there, panting, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release.

He rolled onto his side, pulling her to him. Her head rested on his chest, and she could feel the steady thump of his heart beneath her ear. Her breathing slowly returned to normal, and she felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew what came next.

With a gentle tug, she maneuvered herself so that her pussy was nestled against his cock. It was still semi-erect.

She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh as she felt him grow harder, his cock nestling against her warmth. His breathing evened out as he drifted off to sleep, and she knew her role as his personal dick warmer had just begun. With a smirk, she spread her legs slightly, allowing his shaft to slide into her still-wet pussy.

Ushiwakamaru savored the feeling of his hard length resting within her, the warmth of her body keeping him snug and ready for whatever the night would bring. Her walls contracted around him gently, a subconscious movement that brought a quiet groan from his lips. She remained still, not wanting to disturb him but enjoying the intimate connection nonetheless.