[Void Shiki]

When he woke, he found himself in a world devoid of color, a stark white void that stretched out in every direction. He was naked, his body feeling both weightless and ****. His eyes searched the emptiness for any sign of life, and that's when he saw her.

Shiki Ryougi, but not the Shiki. This Shiki was dressed in an elaborate white kimono that flowed around her like a cloud. The garment was adorned with intricate, silvery patterns that shimmered faintly in the non-existent light. She stood before him, her eyes a stark contrast to the emptiness surrounding them, burning with a fierce intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

[Shiki] or void, the original personality of Shiki Ryougi, the one born with the connect to the root of all existence.

The blankness of the white void was disorienting, but the presence of Shiki's original personality, [Shiki], grounded him in a way that was both comforting and terrifying. Her eyes, so similar yet so different from the woman he had just been with, bore into his soul. She didn't speak, but the intent was clear.

She wanted something from him, something primal and essential.

"It's been a while, Shirou," [Shiki] said, her voice echoing through the void.

Indeed, one doesn't get to meet a nigh-omnipotence existence every day, But here he was.

Shirou took a tentative step closer to [Shiki], the fabric of her kimono brushing against his skin like a whisper of silk. She remained silent, watching him with eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.

With practiced hands, he reached forward. She didn't move, didn't even breathe, as he gently began to loosen the kimono's obi. The fabric parted, revealing her pale, perfect skin.

He stepped closer, the warmth of her body calling to him like a siren's song. He felt his cock harden in anticipation as he pushed the silk aside, exposing her firm, round breasts.

Shirou cupped the soft mounds, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. They hardened beneath his touch, and she let out a soft gasp that seemed to fill the void. He leaned down, taking one into his mouth, suckling it gently.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him. He felt her hand on the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair, urging him on. He obeyed, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he sucked harder.

With the other hand, Shirou reached down to undo the sash that held the kimono together. The fabric fell away, pooling around her feet, leaving her naked in the stark white space.

His hand trembled slightly as it traveled down her body, tracing the lines of her abdomen to the juncture of her thighs.

Her skin was cool to the touch, and it sent a shiver of desire through him. He parted her folds, finding her already wet and waiting for him. With a gentle touch, he slid a finger into her, feeling her tighten around him.

Shirou stepped closer, his cock now standing proudly erect between them. She watched him with those intense eyes, her breathing shallow, her body trembling slightly with anticipation. He reached up, cupping her face with one hand, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

With a gentle push, he guided her down to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. [Shiki]'s gaze was unwavering as she took his length in her hand, her grip firm and confident. He felt his knees go weak as she began to stroke him, her movements deliberate and slow, each caress sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Her hand was like a vice, tight and warm, her thumb tracing the veins of his shaft as she stroked him from base to tip. Shirou's eyes rolled back in his head as she increased her pace, her other hand cupping his balls with a surprising tenderness.

Shirou felt himself growing harder, his cock pulsing with every beat of his heart. He looked down at her, her face a picture of concentration as she worked him over.

An omniscient existence like her, knew perfectly how to push his buttons, how to make him lose control. Shirou felt her hand grip his cock even tighter, her strokes growing faster and more erratic. His eyes rolled back, his head lolling on his neck, as he gave himself over to the pleasure she was giving him.

Her touch was a mix of power and finesse that was both divine and terrifying. It was as if she could feel every nerve ending, every beat of his heart, every thought in his head. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge.

With a final, **** groan, Shirou's cock pulsed in [Shiki]'s hand, spurting ropes of cum into the air. She watched the thick, white liquid arcs with a hunger that seemed to transcend the bounds of the mortal world. Then, with a swift, almost predatory movement, she leaned forward and opened her mouth wide. The hot semen rained down on her, filling her mouth, coating her tongue, and painting her cheeks. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste of him, a silent declaration of victory.

She pulled away, her face, which remained as stoic as ever. She laid down on the floor, the silk of her scattered kimono beneath her. Her legs spread out in a graceful "M" shape, exposing her wetness to the cold air of the room. Shirou felt his blood race at the sight, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his release.

"How long are you going to keep me waiting, oh Hero of Justice?" [Shiki]'s voice was a sultry whisper that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the void.

Her fingers danced lightly over her clit, teasing herself as she watched him with hooded eyes. Shirou felt his cock twitch at the sight, his body already eager for more.

He took a step closer, the fabric of the kimono cool under his feet. He knelt between her legs, the scent of their mingled arousal heavy in the air. He leaned forward, his fingers tracing the slick folds of her sex, feeling the warmth of her desire against his fingertips.

One by one, Shirou's fingers sank into [Shiki]'s soft, wet warmth, exploring the folds of her sex.

A God like couldn't be harmed by mere mortal. But the touch of depraved human being like him could even defile a perfect existence like her.

In and out, his fingers moved with a silent promise of pleasure, each stroke he went deeper, her body quivering with each intrusion. Her legs trembled slightly, the muscles in her thighs tightening and releasing as he found the rhythm that made her breath hitch. The sight of her laying there, open and willing, was almost too much for Shirou to handle.

With a hardened resolve, Shirou inserted his entire hand into [Shiki]'s welcoming heat, his knuckles brushing against her as he curled his fingers to make a fist.

Her eyes grew wide, the pained pleasure mixing with the intensity of her gaze. Her body arched, a silent scream of ecstasy caught in her throat.

With a fist deep in a goddess's core, Shirou felt a sense of both awe and depravity. He watched [Shiki]'s body react to his touch, her chest rising and falling with each sharp intake of breath. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that seemed to say, "Is this all you have to offer?"

Her hips began to rock against his hand, He watched in fascination as she grew wetter, her juices coating his hand, making his movements slicker, more intense.

Her breath hitched with every thrust of his fist, her body moving in perfect harmony with his invasive strokes.

[Shiki]'s body responded to his touch, the goddess's composure slipping away with every moan that escaped her lips. Her eyes, normally so cold and distant, were now filled with a passion that could melt the very ice outside Chaldea's walls.

Shirou watched as the pleasure began to build within her, her movements growing more frantic, her breaths coming in short gasps. He knew he had found her breaking point, that magical place where she was no longer in control.

Her legs trembled and her back arched as she climbed towards her peak, the white fabric of the kimono stark drenched was in her juices as her body writhed against it.

Shirou felt a thrill of power and awe as he watched the divine creature before him succumb to the mortal desires he had kindled within her. His hand was buried to the wrist, her walls gripping him tightly, and her eyes were locked on his with a mix of pleasure and challenge.

Her moans grew louder, breathing grew ragged then she climaxed, her pussy contracting around his fist in a vice grip that made him grit his teeth.

But Shirou didn't stop, he was relentless, a man on a mission. He pulled his hand out of her with surprising speed, leaving her gasping and writhing on the floor. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock standing tall and proud, a beacon of his desire.

With a growl, he grabbed [Shiki] by the shoulders and pinned her to the ground, He didn't give her a moment to react, instead, he slammed his cock into her with an urgency that was almost violent.

Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn't fight back. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.

Her body, once the epitome of divine grace, now writhed beneath his in a display of carnality that would make even the most jaded Blush.

In this white void where time had no meaning, he fucked the [Shiki]. Made her orgasm, made her scream, made her beg for his cock, made her squirt like a whore, made her pussy leak like a waterfall.

Over and over...