[Ophelia]
A princess escaped from a tower.
Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!
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(Ophelia POV)
Like many mages, you didn't much enjoy plane travel. You understood the theorems behind it, the science. At least… to a basic extent. But being around this much technology… it always made you feel rather powerless, like your life was outside of your control. Something could go wrong at any moment, and you'd be as powerless to stop it as just about any ordinary human. But then… you had made it onto the plane, which was something of a miracle regardless. You had expected to be chased, to be hounded out of the tower. But nothing had followed you, at least, nothing you or your servant could detect. Indeed, you had been the only thing to leave the tower now for a week, and…
That was seemingly all there was to it. But to pretend that would remain the case was beyond foolhardy. The being there, the being playing at being a fae, whatever it was. It wanted the grail, it wanted more power. And it was in a
very good position to get it. But you were just one mage, and not an amazingly powerful one at that. The steward came by and you waved her on, you were too lost in your thoughts.
You had been lost in your thoughts for the past day of flying, the plane slowly inching ever closer to Japan and the ongoing grail war. There… there you would need to do something, you weren't sure what. But
something. You've studied the grail wars, you knew what they were like. If any mages were still alive down there… it would be a surprise. If they were willing to work with you, that would be a miracle. Mages… so very rarely worked together, truly worked together.
You feel an invisible hand press against your shoulder, strong and comforting, and you close your eyes. No. No matter what you had to try. Even if it meant fighting alone. The Grail War had been going on now for a week, you'd be surprised if anyone was left. But you had a servant, and you had your abilities.
… That would have to be enough.
'Are you nervous?'
'... Yes'
'That is good, if you weren't I would have had to reprimand you. Trust in the Lord, and all will be well.'
'I am not Christian.'
'That can be fixed.'
You roll your eyes, turning your attention back to the window. From up here, Japan looked peaceful. You can only imagine the chaos below.
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(Shirou POV)
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"Shirou," Ayako groans beneath you, wriggling slightly as you press your weight against her. You pull back slightly, your eyes meeting. Her eyes were unfocused, her mouth was hanging open, every breath a pant. But a second later those same golden eyes look at you, slightly… accusatory. "Did you… learn that from the skinny one?"
Skinny o- "Circe?"
Ayako lets out a long breath, still panting, her chest rising and falling underneath the frilly magical-girl outfit. "She's dropped enough hints, did you fuck her?"
"... Would you believe me if I told you I did it to save her life?"
Ayako stares at you, saying nothing for a good few moments, then. "Annoyingly, yes."
"Sorry."
Ayako rolls her eyes, "not much point getting pissed about it, not like we had promise rings or some shit. I'm just annoyed we still haven't gone on a
date."
You shift, still above Ayako on the bed. "Sorry."
"Stop saying sorry and get back to kissing me, dumbass." Her arms snake up around the back of your neck, and pull you back down once more, your lips meeting hers. You wouldn't begin to compare the two of them, that whole encounter with Circe was hazy to begin with. But Ayako was warm, no, burning hot, and you let out a gasp of surprise as she grabbed you by the shoulders and flipped you over onto the bed. She raised herself up, her crotch pressed against yours, her eyes boring into your own.
Then her gaze goes lower, hesitating for a moment, her eyes fixated on your shirt. Biting her lip she reaches down, pulling it up and over your head with enough force that her hand slaps against your nose. You let out a brief grunt of annoyance, but she doesn't apologize, or say… much of anything really. She's still sitting on your crotch, wide-eyed, taking in the sight of your chest. Her mouth was hanging ever-so-slightly open, and her hands hover over it for a moment before she places her hand directly onto your pecs.
"Shirts… shirts are banned in archery now."
"I think the principal would complain."
"... Only for you then, we'd get so many new members. Sakura would like it too." Ayako says, sounding rather distracted.
"I didn't join the Archery Club to be ogled."
Ayako says nothing, she's idly poking at your musculature, transfixed as she prods and moves it. Her eyes shimmer with delight and interest, and she leans down further, her ass rubbing against your growing erection as she does so. She leans down an inch away from your chest, still poking and prodding at it like a child with a new toy.
"Aya-"
"Quiet, studying."
She plants kisses down your neck to your chest, her hands roaming over your chest, your arms, your back. She traces the lines that make up your body with an increasing tempo and desperation, transfixed.
You stop holding back yourself, reaching for her dress you begin to…
try and pull it off her. But there's roughly a thousand buttons. Ayako looks up, just briefly enough to realize what you are trying to do… and blushes. She draws in a breath, looking away… though her hands do not leave your chest all the while. She closes her eyes, then, with a shimmering golden light the dress is gone, replaced by… absolutely nothing. Ayako was toned, you had seen that just a few days prior when you had 'saved' her from Ruby. You had known that besides, glimpses you had gotten while doing clubwork, something you had never really thought about until recently. After all, you, of all people, didn't really… thoughts such as 'deserving it' or 'desiring it' go out the window, as Ayako turns her head back to look at you, her expression forced in such a state of neutrality in comparison to the blush on her face it is almost comical.
She wasn't anything like Sakura, or Rin, or Circe or Medea. Or any other girl or woman you had glimpsed in the past. She was muscled, not excessively so, but she had very little fat to her. Small breasts, a little less than a handful resting on her chest, jiggling with every breath. Her stomach was toned, with next to no fat of any kind, and you trail your eyes down to her crotch, she had shaved sin-
Her hands move down to cover her crotch, her cheeks a burning scarlet. Your eyes shot back up to her face, and found her
glaring at you. "Why don't you get undressed then!?"
"I… can't with you sitting on my lap?" you offer.
Ayako blinks, then looks down to the fact she was indeed sitting on your crotch. She was indeed sitting on your crotch and was completely naked. She was indeed sitting on your crotch, completely naked, and you were making a tent in your pants.
She scoots to the side, still covering herself. Any embarrassment however is washed away by intrigue as she watches you pull down your own pants, underwear too, and slide them off and onto the floor. She stares at your revealed crotch, her cheeks somehow becoming redder, she doesn't move, she doesn't even seem to be breathing.
…
"Ayako, if this is going too fas-"
"N-no." Ayako says slowly. "I've just… never… seen one before…" She says quietly, staring at it. "You're the only boy I ever kissed too."
"Really?"
Her eyes flick to your face, but only for a moment. "I mean… I…" She closes her eyes. "Shirou, come
on."
"Come on… what?"
"I'm not…
Rin. Or Kane. I'm not exactly girly."
"You aren't?"
"Shirou?"
"Is this the part where I stop talking?"
Ayako leans down again, pressing herself against you. Then, gently, she presses her lips against your own. It's a nervous thing at first, chaste. Then she comes alive once more, her tongue sliding into your mouth, her hands moving to your chest. Your own hands move to her shoulders, then gingerly move down her sid-
You squeak involuntarily as her hands sneak down to grope your ass. Ayako pulls back a moment later, grinning. "Think I could ban pants too?"
"I do-"
"Rhetorical." Ayako says, then leans down to kiss you again.
You begin your own explorations, a moan coming down out Ayako's throat as your hand finds her breasts, and she leans back, staring at you while biting her lip. She wiggles in your lap, your cock rubbing against her ass as-
… "Ayako, I don't… have a condom."
Ayako blinks slowly, processing that, then scoots back so that your cock is pressed against her crotch. Her eyes flutter for a moment, and she lets out a breath, idly grinding herself against you before she regains her focus. "You…" she grinds herself again. "You think I had one in that fucking dress? We're probably gonna be dead tomorrow, so… just jam that fucking thing of yours in me."
You blink, staring up at her. "Are yo-"
"
Just get on with it!" Ayako growls.
You grasp her by the hips, lift her up, and, 'get on with it'.
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You lay there on the bed, panting. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your muscles felt… pleasantly sore, far more sore than they had with Circe. But then, Circe had a good deal of magic 'aiding' the process. You were also fairly sure comparing one to the other was rather rude, and you were going to stop that now because you were fairly certain despite her claims to the contrary that Circe, could, in fact, read minds. Ayako fell against you, groaning, twitching slightly. She, like you, was covered in sweat and… other fluids, and, like you, was absolutely exhausted. The first time was a rushed, hurried thing, filled with awkwardness, the next… eight, and frankly you didn't know how she got the stamina, was far more intense. It had been a good two hours since you entered her room, and now… now you were both far too spent to go again.
"Get it out of your system?" you ask.
"I got a lot of yours into mine," Ayako says, groaning as she lays against your chest. She squirms there for a moment, not unlike a cat, before flipping over so that she's on her back, her head resting against your chest. Then, she lets out a groan. "We're going to die, you know that?"
"That's something I'm trying to avoid."
"No, you're trying to keep the rest of us from dying, it's your dumbass I'm worried about."
"Is this really what you want to be talking about right now Ayako?"
"The fuck else am I going to talk about, the weather?"
You sigh, staring up at the ceiling. "This is why nobody joins the archery club."
"... I'd kick your ass for that statement if I could move my arms."
You smile, slightly. "It's good to have aspirations."
"Are you saying I couldn't?"
"No, I'm saying you wouldn't want to. You apparently like my ass."
…
"Fair, but you're still an asshole." Then she places a hand on your chest. "...But you're my asshole."
You smile a touch wider, and open your mouth to spea-
*BANG*
Only for the door to open with all the force of a battering ram. Both you and Ayako jerk your heads to see… Leysritt entering the room with a mop and what appeared to be several cans of air freshener.
"The fuck are you doing in here!?" Ayako shrieks.
Leysritt, who had just put the mop to the floor, blinks and stares at Ayako. She tilts her head, ever so slowly. "Cleaning."
"Can't it wait!?"
"Not when the hallway smells like sex." Leysritt replies dully, then begins to wet the mop.
You, for your part, flee. Hurriedly dressing before scampering out of the room, though not before you have to endure glares from both Leysritt… and as you step out into the hallway,
Sella. Red eyes bore into you, glaring. All the while you hear Ayako shouting about the sheets behind you. Briefly you look warily for Ruby… but see no immediate sign of her. You make your way down the hall, embarrassed… more than embarrassed. But enter your room, determined to at least take a bath before you have to meet with Circe and Medea… had you missed dinner? Probably. But Circe would happily fix tha-
"Finally!"
A chipper voice calls out,
Your eyes dart to the bed, where, sitting on the edge of it is Illya. Her legs kicking happily in the air as she grins at you. "Sella said you were busy so you had to skip the dinner, but now you have time to play!" she then frowns. "We're going to play right? You've been ignoring me in my own house!"
Your eyes shift to the clock where… you have half an hour before your training with Medea and Circe. You also rather desperately wanted to check up on Sakura before that, but…
You had, admittedly, been rather transfixed by your girlfri-
"Shirou!" Illya snaps.
You look back to her, to see your sister frowning. "You're not ignoring me right?"
…
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[] [Family is more important]
[] [You have to check up on Sakura, then get to your training]
