Fate/Charm of the Devil Fae
This fic is inspired by Sticky Situation by Professor Quill,In Bloom by Flight of Fancy, and to a certain extent Benefits of Saving a Veela by WD_ONeill. Please check them out.
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Ch. 1.2
Sheathing Protocols
Disclaimer: Everyone here is at least 18 years of age.
Shirou withdrew slowly, deliberately, savouring the exquisite drag of her slick, velvet walls against his sensitive flesh, each inch a lingering caress that made his breath catch in his throat.
The sensation was maddening—every ridge and fold of her intimate depths seemed crafted to draw out his pleasure, gripping him with silken heat that made his control fray at the edges. He could feel the scorching warmth radiating from her core, could smell the rich, musky sweetness of her arousal permeating the morning air like a heady, addictive perfume that clouded his mind and stirred the curse deeper. Until only the thick crown remained nestled just inside her entrance, he relished the way her body quivered beneath him, the soft, broken whimpers escaping her parted lips like music to his ears.
Taiga's walls clung desperately to every retreating inch, pulsing and fluttering around him as though her body itself rebelled against the emptiness, as though every fibre of her being begged him to stay buried deep and never leave.
The cool morning breeze drifted through the open window, carrying the faint, delicate scent of blooming garden flowers. It whispered across their heated, sweat-slicked skin, raising fresh gooseflesh and making Taiga's already taut nipples harden further into aching peaks, sending sharp, electric shivers racing down her spine like sparks along a fuse. She could taste the sharp salt of perspiration on her own lips, mingled with the lingering sweetness of her lip gloss, could hear the distant, cheerful chirping of birds that felt absurdly innocent against the raw, carnal symphony of their intimate encounter.
A quick lock of their eyes—amber meeting hazel in a moment of raw, unspoken understanding—and a sharp, needy gasp from Taiga, then he drove forward again—harder this time, faster—burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, devastating stroke that forced the air from her lungs in a rush. The force of his entry sent shockwaves rippling through her entire frame, her nerve endings igniting with a pleasure so fierce it teetered on the edge of pain. She could feel him everywhere at once—not just filling her physically, but enveloping her, claiming her, possessing every centimetre of her trembling existence with undeniable certainty.
Taiga's eyes fluttered closed, her lashes casting delicate shadows across her flushed, glowing cheeks. Her hand braced against the table's polished surface, trimmed fingernails scraping against the smooth wood grain as she fought for anchorage in a world suddenly spinning off its axis. Her breasts heaved and quivered with each ragged breath, the soft flesh trembling as fresh tremors of ecstasy cascaded through her body. Her core muscles tensed involuntarily, clamping down around his thick length as though determined to hold him captive within her forever.
The morning light streaming through the kitchen window caught the fine sheen of perspiration coating her skin, making her glow with an ethereal, almost luminous quality—like a creature forged purely from desire. She could feel droplets of sweat gathering in the hollow of her throat, trickling down between her breasts in slow, maddening rivulets that only amplified her already heightened sensitivity.
Shirou could feel her walls squeezing around him like a velvet vice, reluctant to release him, the sensation so exquisite it nearly unravelled his control completely.
The heat was overwhelming—she was furnace-hot inside, molten silk that seemed to mould itself perfectly around his aching shaft, drawing him deeper with every pulse. But he anchored himself, drawing on reserves of control he hadn't known he possessed, determined to prolong this exquisite torment for both of them.
Then his strong hands found purchase on Taiga's waist, fingers sinking into her smooth, supple skin as he pulled back and plunged in again and again, the yielding flesh beneath his grip sending primal satisfaction surging through his veins like wildfire.
Every movement was unrestrained; his sole intention was to elicit and deliver the utmost gratification from their intertwined forms. He perceived the subtle vibrations rippling across her physique, observed how her eyes widened with each deep penetration, could sense the electric urgency crackling in the scant space separating their sweat-slicked bodies.
"Fuck!" The curse tore from Taiga's throat, raw and primal, a sound so unlike her usual mischievous playful self that it sent liquid fire racing through Shirou's bloodstream. Her back arched off the table in a graceful bow as sensation overwhelmed her completely, liquid fire racing through every nerve ending like molten metal through her veins.
She could feel him everywhere—stretching her to her limits, filling her with exquisite completeness, claiming spaces inside her body that had never known such profound fullness. The sensation was beyond description, beyond anything she'd ever imagined possible. It was as though he'd somehow reached into her very soul and set it ablaze with pure, unfiltered ecstasy.
The taste of copper filled her mouth where she'd bitten her lower lip, the sharp sting only serving to heighten the incredible pleasure radiating from her core like ripples from a stone dropped in still water. Her skin felt hypersensitive, every brush of air against her heated flesh sending fresh sparks cascading through her nervous system.
Her moans became a constant backdrop to the morning silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic creaking of the dining table and the wet, intimate sounds of their joining. She reached up with a trembling hand to wipe the drool from her mouth, embarrassed by her body's betrayal yet unable to care about anything beyond the incredible sensations coursing through her like an unending current.
Her hand lowered towards her breast, palm cupping the soft, heavy weight before her fingers found her nipple, pinching the sensitised peak until stars burst behind her closed eyelids in brilliant explosions.
The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear. Every nerve ending seemed connected directly to her core, amplifying the pleasure until she could hardly distinguish between the different sensations overwhelming her body in relentless waves.
Taiga's vision swam with pleasure as she forced her eyes open to stare up at Shirou's face, watching concentration etch itself across features she'd known since he was a scrawny boy with too-serious eyes and scraped knees. The transformation was breathtaking—where once had been youthful innocence, now burned something ancient and primal, a raw masculinity that made her heart stutter.
Now those same amber eyes burned with something passionate and hungry, fixed on her with absolute focus as his hips pistoned forward with mechanical precision. The intensity of his gaze made her feel utterly exposed, as though he could see straight through to her very essence, laying her bare in ways far beyond the physical.
She could see the way his jaw clenched with effort, the way his breathing had become laboured and ragged, the way perspiration beaded along his hairline and traced glistening paths down his temples. Everything about him radiated raw, masculine power, and the knowledge that all of that focus was directed entirely at her pleasure sent fresh waves of arousal crashing through her already overwrought system like breakers against a shore.
The dining table creaked ominously beneath her with each powerful thrust, the solid wood protesting the relentless rhythm Shirou had set with increasing urgency. The sound filled the kitchen alongside their gasps and moans, creating a symphony of desire that seemed to echo off the walls and vibrate through the air. The gyuto—one of Shirou's first knives he'd forged with his own hands—rocked precariously on a chopping board in the periphery of her awareness, distant and unimportant compared to the thick length splitting her open again and again with exquisite precision.
The scents of their coupling—musk and salt and something indefinably intimate—mingled with the lingering aromas of morning dew and filled her nostrils with every desperate breath, embedding themselves in her senses like a permanent brand. She could taste it on her tongue, could feel it settling into her very pores, marking her as thoroughly as his touch.
Her eyes travelled downward, drinking in every detail of his magnificent form with hungry fascination. His chiselled jaw worked as he fought for control, a glistening trail of sweat following the sharp line down towards his sculpted body—lean yet functional, every muscle defined with razor precision from years of discipline.
It was a physique that countless hours at the anvil and daily practice with the martial disciplines he devoted himself to had shaped into something Taiga had never before truly appreciated. Yet now she found herself profoundly grateful for it, as the sight of this young man—no, this man claiming her with such raw power was something to savour deeply. She could observe the ripple of sinew beneath the surface with every fluid motion, could follow the contours of power that testified to his unwavering commitment to driving both of them to heights she'd never felt possible.
Her gaze drifted downward still further, to the mesmerising sight of her pussy swallowing the thick rod of pleasure penetrating her very core. With her lust-glazed eyes, she watched in morbid fascination as her intimate flesh opened up with every withdrawal, stretching impossibly wide around his girth in a glistening display, and then tightened up around his shaft with every forward thrust, her swollen lips kissing the base of his cock in a lover's caress that made her shiver. The visual was almost as overwhelming as the physical sensation, her mind struggling to process the reality of their joining in such raw detail.
The wet schlop, schlop, schlop sound of their sexes filled the air as her juices oozed out around his pistoning shaft, creating a slick symphony that made her cheeks burn with embarrassment even as it sent fresh spikes of arousal through her system like needles of fire.
She could see her clit standing proud and engorged, angry red and begging for attention as she leaned to her left, bringing down her trembling hand to rub herself with desperate intensity. The added stimulation made the sphincter of her arsehole tighten involuntarily, every muscle in her lower body clenching as she found herself teetering on the very edge, balanced on the knife's point between sanity and complete surrender to ecstasy.
Her fingertips were slick with her own arousal as she worked frantically at her sensitive bundle of nerves, the dual stimulation creating feedback loops of pleasure that threatened to shatter her completely into fragments of pure bliss.
Her moans turned frantic now, breath hitching as her body braced for what was to come. She could feel the tsunami building inside her, could sense the approaching crescendo that would either destroy her or remake her entirely in its wake.
"Look at me," Shirou commanded, his voice roughened to gravel by desire and exertion. The authoritative tone sent unexpected thrills through Taiga's already overwrought system, making her core flutter around him.
She had never seen Shirou be this direct, this commanding. The mild-mannered, occasionally sarcastic young man she'd always treated as a little brother had somehow transformed into this magnificent creature of pure dominance, giving her pleasures she'd never known she could experience—an experience she knew with bone-deep certainty she'd never willingly let go.
Taiga's hazel eyes, overwhelmed and fully dilated with lust, snapped back to meet his piercing gaze. Something blazed in those amber depths—predatory, possessive, utterly consuming—and the sheer intensity of his stare sent fresh heat flooding through her core like liquid fire through her veins. For the first time, she could feel the full force of his desire-filled aura directed entirely at her, instead of the general sensation of inhibitions letting loose when she enters its influence, and the focused intensity of it increased her body's sensitivity to impossible levels.
The cool morning air—before the day's humidity would make it oppressive—grazed her nipples like ghostly fingers, sending electric jolts racing through her nervous system and straight to her core.
"That's it." His fingers tightened on her waist with bruising force as he adjusted the angle of his thrusts. The change was subtle but devastating—the next stroke struck something deep inside her that made her entire world explode into white-hot sensation, and Taiga's spine bowed off the table as though she'd been struck by lightning.
"Shirou… uh—yes, fuck—right there!" The words tore from her throat, raw and desperate.
He repeated the motion with deliberate precision, watching her face contort with an almost scientific fascination as pleasure overwhelmed her features. Sweat beaded along his collarbone in tiny pearls, traced the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen in glistening rivulets that caught the light. The morning light streaming through the window caught the sheen on his skin, making him appear almost godlike—how could he not, after all, he was sending her to heaven—as he worked above her, also glistening from their intense morning coupling.
No longer able to brace herself effectively, Taiga's hands scrambled desperately for purchase on something—anything—solid in a world that seemed to be spinning apart at the seams. One fist tangled in her own hair, pulling at the strands with enough force to send sharp spikes of sensation across her scalp, whilst the other intensified its pressure on her swollen clit with almost violent intensity.
Her breasts bounced with each powerful impact, the soft flesh jiggling enticingly as her nipples remained drawn tight and aching. She felt every inch of him with crystalline clarity—the pronounced ridge beneath his crown dragging against her sensitised inner walls, the thick shaft stretching her impossibly wide, the slight curve that pressed against spots deep inside her that made stars explode behind her tightly closed eyelids.
"You're so wet," Shirou breathed, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in with renewed force. "I can feel you clenching around me, trying to pull me deeper."
"Can't—uh—hel—uh—p—it," Taiga's speech was fractured, interrupted by her deep moans, rhythmic and desperate with every powerful thrust.
Her words dissolved completely into incoherent sounds as Shirou increased his pace yet again, his hips moving with machine-like precision. The sturdy dining table scraped against the kitchen floor with each impact, the legs leaving small scratches in the wood that would serve as permanent reminders of this moment. Her world narrowed to a single point of focus—the place where their bodies connected, where flesh met flesh in the most intimate possible way. Every other sensation faded into background noise as she became consumed by the delicious friction building with each stroke, by the devastating pressure coiling tighter and tighter in her core like a spring wound to its breaking point.
Taiga's legs trembled where they wrapped around his waist, muscles quivering and burning from the strain of matching his punishing pace. The tremors ran through her thighs like electric currents, each spasm sending fresh waves of sensation coursing through her overwrought nervous system.
Shirou repositioned as he felt her tighten even more around him, her inner walls clenching desperately as he sensed her teetering precariously at the very edge of oblivion. With deliberate precision, he grasped both of her legs, her thighs toned and glistening with perspiration, swinging them both up onto his right shoulder in one fluid motion. This new angle afforded him an unobstructed view of her plump arse, the supple flesh jiggling hypnotically with every powerful thrust, the skin flushed red and raw from the relentless impact of their hips slamming together with increasing desperation.
He hugged both legs securely with one strong arm, feeling the long, slender yet surprisingly powerful legs of his guardian turned lover lying flush against his torso. The warmth of her skin seared against his chest as her feet swayed uselessly beside his right ear, occasionally brushing against his neck with feather-light touches that made him shiver.
Her deep, throaty moans had transformed into shrill cries that echoed off the kitchen walls, each sound torn from her throat as if against her will. Her eyes had grown glassy and unfocused, pupils dilated with pleasure as her body surrendered completely to the ecstasy flooding through every nerve ending. She bit savagely at her lower lip, the flesh already swollen and darkened from her earlier ministrations.
The sight was absolutely breathtaking for Shirou—watching this woman who was like an annoying older sister, who played with him, mooched food off him without shame, who occasionally sparred with him in the dojo with that infectious laugh, who was his previous homeroom teacher—now transformed into this lewd, breathtaking nymph moaning and writhing in ecstasy beneath him, a perfect vessel where he could pour every drop of his pent-up lust without restraint.
The shift in perception struck him like a revelation; years of familiar chaos suddenly overlaid with raw, undeniable desire. Her hair was a wild tangle fanned across the table's surface like silk caught in a storm, her skin flushed a deep rose and gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat that caught the morning light in shimmering highlights, her breasts rising and falling in heavy, uneven swells with each ragged breath she managed to draw through parted, swollen lips.
With his right arm securing Taiga's trembling legs against his shoulder, he reached out with his left hand to grasp her shoulder firmly, pulling her up onto her elbows. The new position granted him better leverage, deeper penetration, and with this advantage, he began to slam into her with renewed vigour, as if there truly were no tomorrow awaiting them beyond this moment of pure, unadulterated passion.
Taiga could feel her consciousness fracturing, reality splitting at the seams as the coil of tension inside her wound impossibly tighter. Her nerve endings screamed with sensation—too much, too intense, too perfect. The pressure built behind her navel like a dam about to burst, her inner walls fluttering uncontrollably around Shirou's thick length as warning tremors raced through her body.
"Shirou—I can't—I'm going to—" The words died on her lips, transformed into a wordless wail as her body seized.
Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, obliterating thought, obliterating sense, obliterating everything except the white-hot pleasure detonating through every cell of her being. Her back arched violently, muscles locking rigid as her pussy clamped down around him with devastating force, rippling and pulsing in rhythmic waves that seemed to go on forever.
Shirou felt her walls constrict around him like a vice, the sudden pressure so intense it bordered on painful. The sensation triggered something primal in his brain, something that bypassed conscious thought entirely. His hips stuttered, rhythm faltering as his own climax rushed up to meet him with the inevitability of an avalanche.
"Taiga—fuck—" His voice broke on her name, raw and desperate.
He buried himself to the hilt one final time, grinding against her cervix as his release exploded through him. His shaft pulsed violently, each contraction sending thick ropes of hot seed flooding into her welcoming depths. He could feel it coating her inner walls, filling her completely as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through his body.
Taiga's eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as she felt the sudden heat spreading inside her. The sensation of his warm spend painting her insides triggered fresh spasms in her already oversensitised core, prolonging her climax until she thought she might shatter from the intensity.
Her fingers scrabbled uselessly against the table's surface, seeking purchase in a world gone mad with sensation. She could feel him throbbing inside her, could feel the wetness seeping out around his shaft despite how completely he filled her, could taste salt on her tongue from the sweat streaming down her temples.
Shirou's chest heaved as he struggled to draw breath, his arms trembling with the effort of holding himself upright. Perspiration dripped from his brow onto Taiga's flushed skin, marking her as thoroughly as his spend marked her insides. For a moment, he thought they were finished, thought the curse had been satisfied.
But even as his cock remained buried deep inside her, he felt it—the familiar stirring that should have been impossible so soon. The curse pulsed through his veins with renewed hunger, demanding more, always more.
Taiga's eyes had just begun to focus, her breathing just starting to even out when she felt him shift. Before she could process what was happening, Shirou withdrew completely, leaving her feeling achingly empty despite the warmth still pooling inside her.
"Wait—whuh—" Her protest cut off with a startled yelp as strong hands gripped her waist and flipped her over with startling ease.
Her feet hit the floor, legs barely supporting her weight as he bent her forward over the table. The polished wood felt cool against her overheated skin, a stark contrast to the burning flesh between her thighs. Her arse presented itself to him, the globes still flushed and marked from their earlier coupling.
Shirou growled, the single sound carrying a dark promise.
He didn't give her time to respond. His hands spread her cheeks, revealing her glistening entrance still dripping with their combined fluids. The sight of his seed leaking from her pink flesh made something possessive roar to life in his chest.
Then he was inside her again, one brutal thrust that seated him fully in her still-spasming channel.
"Oh god—oh fuck—" Taiga's nails clawed at the table, her climax, which had just begun to ebb, suddenly roaring back to full intensity.
Her pussy clenched desperately around the thick intrusion, oversensitive walls protesting and welcoming simultaneously. The angle was different now—deeper somehow, more primal. She could feel him hitting spots that made her vision white out, could feel the wet sounds of their joining growing obscene as he churned his own spend inside her.
Shirou's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her back to meet each punishing thrust. He watched, mesmerised, as her arse jiggled with each impact, as her back arched beautifully, as her legs trembled with the effort of keeping her upright.
Taiga couldn't form words, could only moan brokenly as her body was used for pleasure once again. Her climax hadn't subsided—if anything, it had transformed into something continuous, a plateau of sensation that threatened to drown her completely.
Taiga gasped desperately for breath, her lungs burning as she struggled to fill them whilst Shirou continued his relentless assault. Her forehead pressed against her elbow, sweat beading on her skin as her other arm stretched desperately across the table's surface, fingers clawing for purchase on the opposite edge. The smooth wood felt slick beneath her palm, offering little grip as Shirou delivered thrust upon devastating thrust into her overwrought body.
She could still feel the warm, sticky sensation of his seed deep inside her, coating her walls with thick heat that seemed to pulse with each movement. The viscous fluid created an obscene symphony as it was churned and displaced, some of it leaking out to trail down her trembling thighs in silvery streams that pooled at her feet on the wooden floor below. The lewd, wet sounds of flesh slamming against flesh filled the room—a rhythmic slapping that grew more frantic with each passing moment, punctuated by the sharp squeaks of trapped air escaping her tight channel again and again.
Shirou's grip was unforgiving. One large hand gripped her waist possessively, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises, whilst the other slowly glided up the curve of her sweat-slicked back. Goosebumps erupted along her spine in the wake of his touch, her body shivering despite the heat building between them as he found purchase on her shoulder, using the leverage to pull her back onto his driving length.
Her muted cries echoed through the room, raw and broken, as her hips met his in a rhythm that had become purely instinctual. The sound of the heavy table's feet dragging across the wooden floor accompanied their frenzied coupling, groaning protests mixing with the crash of a chair falling backward as Shirou's powerful thrusts pushed them both forward without mercy.
Time became meaningless. Two minutes? Five? Ten? Thirty? Taiga had lost all sense of duration, trapped in this never-ending spiral of overwhelming bliss. Her body felt like it no longer belonged to her—just a vessel for pleasure as Shirou fucked her without rhyme or reason, pure animalistic rutting that stripped away all pretence of civilisation. Her thoughts were no longer lucid, dissolved into white-hot sensation.
Shirou's hand slid from Taiga's shoulder down to grasp beneath her knee, lifting her left leg with deliberate strength. The change in position forced her to twist at the waist, supporting herself on one arm whilst her other hand shot out to steady herself against the table's edge. The new angle opened her completely to his view, and she turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder.
Their eyes locked.
Hazel met amber in a moment of perfect, devastating clarity. Taiga's breath escaped in visible puffs of mist against the morning air streaming through the open window, each exhale a testament to the intensity of their coupling. Her hair clung to her sweat-dampened face, strands plastered across her flushed cheeks and parted lips. Her pupils were blown wide with pleasure, barely visible rings of colour surrounding the brown depths.
Shirou maintained that connection, never breaking eye contact as his hips continued their relentless rhythm. The vulnerability in her gaze—raw, unguarded, completely exposed—sent electricity coursing through his veins. He could see everything in those eyes: the overwhelming pleasure, the surrender, the acceptance of what they'd become in this moment.
No words passed between them. None were needed.
His grip tightened on her raised leg, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he increased his pace. The table protested more violently now, creaking ominously with each powerful thrust. He could feel the tension coiling at the base of his spine, could feel his balls drawing tight against his body as his release approached with inevitable force.
Taiga's mouth opened in a silent cry, her body trembling as she continued to meet his gaze. The intensity of his stare made her feel utterly exposed, as though he could see straight through to her very soul. She could feel him swelling inside her, stretching her impossibly wider as his climax built.
"Taiga—" Her name tore from his throat, raw and desperate.
His orgasm crashed through him with devastating force. His hips stuttered, rhythm faltering as he ploughed through the pleasure, driving into her with punishing strokes even as his cock pulsed violently. Each contraction sent thick ropes of hot seed flooding her already-full channel, painting her insides with fresh heat that made her gasp.
But he didn't stop. Couldn't stop.
Shirou continued thrusting through his release, each powerful stroke driving deeper, harder, chasing something primal and desperate. His cock remained impossibly hard despite the pleasure wracking his frame, the curse demanding more even as his body shook with the intensity of his climax.
The final thrust hit something deep inside Taiga that made stars explode behind her eyelids. The thick crown of his cock struck her cervix with bruising force, the impact sending shockwaves of sensation radiating through her entire being. The combination of fullness, pressure, and the overwhelming heat of his seed triggered her own release with devastating suddenness.
Her walls clamped down around him like a vice, rhythmic pulses milking him for every drop as her climax tore through her with white-hot intensity. Her vision went white, her mouth opening in a silent scream as pleasure obliterated all conscious thought.
The table gave an ominous groan.
Neither of them registered the warning.
With a sharp crack, one of the sturdy legs splintered, then another. The surface tilted dangerously, sending the chopping board, knife, and a lone empty mug sliding towards the edge. Before either could react, the entire structure collapsed beneath their combined weight.
They tumbled forward in a chaotic tangle of limbs, the world spinning in a blur of sensation and sound. The sharp crack of splintering wood echoed through the kitchen as gravity claimed them both. Shirou's arms instinctively wrapped around Taiga's trembling form, his protective instincts overriding even the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his veins. Through pure athleticism he twisted their bodies mid-fall, ensuring his back would absorb the brutal impact whilst she remained safely cushioned against his chest.
The wooden floor struck his spine with punishing force, the breath rushing from his lungs in a sharp gasp. But even as pain lanced through his shoulders and ribs, the sudden jarring movement drove his cock impossibly deeper into Taiga's molten depths. The thick length buried itself to the very hilt, gravity forcing her down onto him completely until not even a whisper of space remained between their joined bodies.
The brutal penetration sent the crown of his cock crushing against her cervix's entrance with devastating force, the blunt head pressing against that most sensitive barrier with relentless pressure. The sensation was overwhelming—pleasure so intense it bordered on exquisite agony, stretching boundaries she hadn't known existed. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to spark and ignite as he filled her so completely that she could swear she felt him in her throat.
Taiga's entire body seized in response, her back arching violently as another climax ripped through her system like lightning through a storm-darkened sky. The pleasure was so acute it felt like drowning in sensation, every muscle in her core contracting with violent intensity around his buried length.
"Fuck—fuck—fuck—" The words spilled from her lips in a breathless chant, each syllable punctuated by the spasms wracking her frame. Her voice was raw, hoarse from their earlier cries, the desperate profanity torn from her throat as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
Her internal walls rippled uncontrollably around his length, the silken muscles milking the last vestiges of his release as her own pleasure peaked and crashed in endless waves. She could feel him throbbing inside her with each thunderous heartbeat, could feel the molten warmth of his seed pooling impossibly deep within her womb, could feel every ridge and vein of his shaft as her sensitised channel clenched desperately around him like a velvet vice.
The taste of copper filled her mouth where she'd bitten her lip, mingling with the salt of tears she hadn't realised were streaming down her flushed cheeks.
Shirou's chest heaved beneath her trembling weight, his ribcage expanding and contracting as he struggled to draw breath through the overwhelming pleasure. His arms remained wrapped protectively around her quivering form, strong hands splayed across the sweat-slicked expanse of her mid-riff and breast. His own climax continued in rolling waves, each rhythmic pulse of her walls triggering fresh spasms in his cock that sent more liquid heat flooding into her depths.
The scent of their coupling hung heavy in the air—musk and sweat and the unmistakable aroma of their shared release.
The smell of something burning suddenly cut through the haze of their shared pleasure like a blade through silk.
Shirou's eyes snapped open with alarming clarity, awareness returning as if someone had doused him with ice-cold water.
'The shiozake.' Horror flooded through him as memory crashed back—he'd left the salt-cured salmon broiling in the oven, had completely forgotten about it in the overwhelming intensity of their coupling. The fish would be ruined, blackened beyond salvaging.
"Oh, shit—"
"My, my. What have we here?"
The cultured, amused voice cut through the kitchen air like a perfectly sharpened blade, freezing them both as if they'd been turned to stone. Runeas Gremory stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, one perfectly sculpted crimson eyebrow raised in mock surprise.
Her emerald eyes sparkled with undisguised amusement as they took in the scene before her. Lady Avalon and Lady Vivian flanked her like elegant sentinels, the former's lips twitching with barely suppressed laughter whilst the latter maintained her usual serene expression. However, Taiga could swear she detected the faintest hint of amusement in those ancient eyes.
Taiga's head whipped towards the voice with such violence that her neck audibly cracked, her eyes widening in absolute horror as she registered their unexpected audience. Fresh heat flooded her cheeks—mortifying embarrassment this time rather than pleasure—as she realised what they must look like.
Sprawled naked on the wreckage of what had once been her dining table, limbs akimbo like some debauched sculpture, still intimately connected with Shirou's length buried deep inside her trembling, heated core. Her legs were splayed open in wanton display, his seed already beginning to leak from her well-used depths to pool between her quivering thighs in damning evidence of their passionate coupling.
"I—I—We—Uh—" Words failed her completely, her mind reeling as panic crashed over her in waves. The stuttered attempts at explanation died on her tongue as her body moved instinctively, trying to find some position that might preserve even a shred of dignity. But the movement only jostled the still-buried cock within her sensitised channel, sending fresh bolts of unwanted pleasure shooting through her nervous system like an electric current. Her body was caught in systemic failure, torn between mortification and the treacherous heat still pulsing through her veins.
"Quite the vigorous breakfast routine you've established," Lady Avalon inserted with musical laughter threading through her voice, her pink eyes sparkling with undisguised mischief. "Though I must say, the table certainly suffered for it. Such enthusiasm should perhaps be reserved for more... structurally sound furniture."
The sound of approaching footsteps echoed from the hallway like the drumbeat of approaching doom. Rin and Sakura emerged from their respective rooms, both now dressed in casual attire. Rin took one comprehensive look at the scene before them—the destroyed table reduced to kindling, the empty mug, the chopping board and the knife amongst the wreckage, Taiga and Shirou's utterly compromising position—and pinched the bridge of her nose with the long-suffering expression of someone who'd witnessed far too many of life's absurdities.
"Seriously? In the kitchen?" Rin's voice carried bitter exasperation mixed with weary resignation.
Sakura simply smiled that knowing, enigmatic smile that always made Taiga's skin crawl with unease. Her violet eyes tracked the visible evidence of their coupling with undisguised interest, her gaze lingering with clinical fascination on where their bodies remained joined. She noted the way Taiga's thighs still trembled with residual pleasure, the flush spreading like wildfire across her sweat-dampened skin, the unmistakable signs of a woman wholly and thoroughly claimed.
"At least someone's enjoying themselves," Sakura murmured, her tone carrying a dark, teasing lilt rather than judgment. There was something almost predatory in her smile, as if she were cataloguing every detail for future reference.
Runeas raised one perfectly manicured hand with theatrical precision, snapping her fingers with decisive authority. The sound echoed through the kitchen with supernatural resonance, seeming to hang in the air far longer than physics should have allowed. To both Shirou and Taiga's mounting horror, the broken table pieces began to lift from the floor as if guided by invisible strings, carrying their still-joined bodies with them like some obscene offering presented on a pedestal.
The wood began knitting itself back together with seamless precision, splinters flowing like liquid to rejoin their parent timber. The sudden movement sent another surge of unwanted pleasure coursing between them as Taiga's sensitised walls clenched involuntarily around Shirou's buried length. Simultaneously, the acrid smell of burning fish vanished as if it had never existed, replaced by the pleasant aroma of perfectly broiled shiozake drifting from the now-pristine oven.
With one last graceful movement, the table settled back into perfect wholeness beneath them, and the restoration sent one final wave of ecstasy wrought throughout Taiga's already overwhelmed nervous system. Her pussy contracted with violent intensity, internal muscles spasming as she spurted clear juices in projectile fashion, the evidence of her pleasure arcing through the air in glistening streams.
Their impromptu audience watched this entertaining morning spectacle with varying degrees of morbid fascination—all transfixed by the raw display of human passion. The morning rays of sunlight streaming through the kitchen window caught every droplet of Taiga's release as it arced through the air before landing with audible plops in the pot of dashi that had been left neglected and cooling on the stove.
Shirou's eyes widened in absolute horror as he witnessed his culinary sanctuary—the one place in this chaotic household he considered truly sacred—being defiled by Taiga's sudden spray of her orgasm. The kitchen had always been his refuge, his second temple of creation, where he crafted sustenance with reverent care now defiled.
"So is it now called cushi?" Lady Avalon interrupted the heavy silence with bright curiosity, her melodious voice cutting through the tension like a silver bell.
Every pair of eyes in the room turned towards the mischievous fae with expressions ranging from confusion to dawning horror.
"What? Cum plus dashi equals cushi, naturally." She explained, in the patient tone of a teacher addressing particularly slow students, gesturing towards the contaminated broth as if her logic were perfectly self-evident to anyone with half a brain.
Between the tableau of carnality still frozen in position like some lewd fresco and the ridiculous portmanteau that had infiltrated everyone's consciousness, nothing remained but condemning stares.
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