Violet

The door shimmered like a rippling silk curtain.

When Shirou stepped through, the world changed again.

He found himself standing in an opulent garden at twilight. Candlelight flickered along marble pathways, and the air was thick with the heady scent of roses and something more subtle...

“Good evening, dear guest.”

The voice caressed him before the woman did—Violet, poised and perfect, stood beneath a flowering arch. She was clad in a dark, velvet gown that hugged her form, her long hair cascading like a waterfall of amethysts. Her smile was soft.

Every step she took was deliberate, every glance measured. Unlike Kingprotea’s innocent eagerness, this was something sharp, controlled.

“I trust you enjoy gardens, Master-kun?” Violet asked, offering her gloved hand.

He hesitated only a second before taking it. Her touch was warm, yet a cold thrill crawled up his spine.

She guided him through the maze of exotic blooms, speaking in low, teasing tones, while leading him deeper.

And always, always, her hand holding onto his.

“You must have work so hard to satisfy Protea,” she murmured as they paused by a fountain, its waters glistening like liquid sapphire. “So, how about you let me help you... unwind?”

Without waiting for a reply, Violet gently pulled Shirou down to the soft cushion of a flower bed. The fragrance of the surrounding blooms grew more intense, as if eagerly watching the unfolding scene. She knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his as she began to unbuckle his belt. His heart thundered in his chest, his breath quickening.

Her gloved hands moved deftly, sliding his zipper down with the precision of a maestro playing a fine instrument. The anticipation grew palpable as she reached inside his trousers, her grip firm and confident. With a knowing smile, she coaxed him out into the cool evening air.

As her soft hands wrapped around him, he couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through him, the primal response that made him lean into her touch.

Violet’s smile grew knowing. She was playing a game, and she knew exactly how to push his buttons. The gentle squeeze she gave was a silent promise of more to come.

Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of hesitation. But Shirou was lost in the moment, his body responding to her touch more readily than he wanted to admit.

"Master," she whispered, and her lips hovered just above his, the warmth of her breath tickling his skin.

Their eyes locked, the world around them seemingly fading into the background.

Shirou felt his body melt, his body betraying him with every beat of his heart. Violet’s eyes held his, her pupils dilated with desire, the scent of her perfume wrapping around him like a seductive embrace.

He leaned in, their breaths mingling, his hand moving to the back of her neck.

Violet’s eyes flashed with triumph, and she closed the gap, pressing her lips to his. They were soft, warm, and tasted faintly of mint. The kiss was gentle at first, a mere brush of skin, but it grew more urgent with each passing second. His hands slid down her arms, feeling the soft fabric of her gown, tracing the curves of her body.

She never stopped her ministrations, her hand working him with an expertise that left him trembling.

Her mouth left his to trail kisses along his jaw, his neck. Her teeth grazed his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The pressure of her touch grew stronger, more insistent. Shirou’s thoughts swirled in a haze of passion and confusion.

"Let go," she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. "Give in to me."

Shirou’s body obeyed before his mind could catch up. He groaned as Violet’s hand tightened, her strokes quickening. The tension built to a crescendo, a coil in his belly ready to spring. He could feel the climax approaching, the warmth spreading through him like a wildfire.

With a final, **** thrust into her hand, he came, the release so intense it was almost painful. Violet watched him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he spilled himself onto her. Bathing her hand in his seeds, she let out a quiet, victorious laugh.

The moment lingered, Violet’s grip still firm, the scent of their combined arousal thick in the air.

"I would love to feel you inside me," Violet murmured, her voice a siren's call that Shirou found impossible to resist. "But you need to save your strength for dealing with my sister and BB."

Her words brought him back to reality, the haze of passion lifting from his eyes. He nodded, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

Violet elegantly licked her hand clean. She stood, offering him a hand to help him to his feet. He took it, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through his body.

She snapped her finger, and three gates appeared in the garden.

Shirou took a deep breath, his body still humming from the encounter. “See you later, Violet,”

Her smile was knowing, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. "You'll be doing more than just seeing," With that, he walked through the one of gate.