(Witching Hour)
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Shirou x Medea, Fate/Stay Night. Kinda sorta a fanfic for my ongoing quest, Fate/Clusterfuck.
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I lean against the wall, then all too gracefully slide down it until my ass is planted against the cool floor of the sparring room. For the past hour it had been filled with little else than the sound of 'battle'. 'Battle' of course, being the keyword, as it was better described as 'Mordred throwing me around like a ragdoll' while I desperately tried to perform anything that may be in some way constituted as a defense.
But I was Shirou Emiya, it was my lot in life to suffer. That was something I firmly believed, if only due to the fact that I had been treated as a ragdoll a lot recently. If not by Mordred, who was… technically my servant. More of a freight train with a sword really. Then by the many others that had taken up residence in my home.
My hand moved to my head, slowly rubbing it and wiping the sweat off all the while. It was cold in the room, despite the action, and the natural heat that Mordred exuded faded away as she wandered away, aimless as always. It had been a cold winter in Fuyuki, the cold snap was both unexpected and unwelcome. The snow made already difficult tasks even harder… but they needed to get done.
I wasn't the only one busy at least, my house was a constant buzz of activity to the point I could barely keep up. Most of all with my actual servant, though I was loath to call her that. Medea. Or Caster, as she much preferred to be called. She had been secluded in her witch's den for the majority of the day, leaving me with little to do but train and repair the roof… again. Lowering the hand, I pressed it instead against the floor, then slowly rose, groaning all the while.
I was getting better with my swordplay and archery. But I only wish that the training method so prescribed was less… painful. Making my way through the house, I walk quietly, the chattering of people all around me. There was only one destination on my mind however, Caster's room. If for nothing else than to see if she had something to dull the pain.
I reach it after only a minute of walking, and knock my fingers on the thin paper.
"It's open Shirou." Caster calls out.
I reach for the door, then pause as an odd scent drifts through it. Beyond the scent of magic was that of… incense and lilac. Along with the sound of gently running water. I briefly debate if, perhaps, opening the door was a poor decision. But I slide open the door regardless, revealing… nothing? It was a black void just beyond the door, tinged on the edge with a shade of alien purple that draws in the light around it. It encompasses my view of the room entirely… and I stare at it for a moment before I feel something clap its hand on my shoulder.
I scream as it shoves me forward into the infinite black. my hands flail, trying to catch my fall, only to grunt as I tumble through and hit… stone? I blink, holding my position for a moment. Light had returned, a vibrant, golden light that washed over everything. my fingers were pressed against smooth, well carved white stone. Not rock, or gravel, but stone carved almost like marble, with intricate carvings in each of Grecian runes I only vaguely recognized.
Then my nose twisted, as the scent of flowers was now far stronger. Not unpleasant, but so sudden and powerful that it nearly made me want to sneeze. It was mixed with other things now, other flowers, and what distinctly smelled like grapes. Raising my head, I blink as I take in the sights around me. It was… an old building, not unlike Circe's temple, but this was no place of worship. It almost looked like…
"A bathhouse?"
The walls were white marble, rising a good twenty feet high with no roof above to block the sunlight or the tips of conifer trees peeking over the rim. The walls themselves were decorated by climbing vines, bedecked in beautiful flowers of more colors than I can just about name or count.
That was hardly what I was focusing on however, as I quickly found my gaze locked onto the expansive pool of water directly ahead of me. Surrounded by a brown stone walkway, steam rose from it to mist in the air, creating a light fog from the clear liquid. It was maybe twenty foot by twenty foot, and beyond it was a large desk, it was ornate, yet simple. Made up of one solid piece of wood but intricately carved regardless. Sitting just behind it was my 'servant', my partner to be more specific. Medea. Her hood was down, revealing her blue hair and pointed ears.
She had been my ally now for over a month, though this was rather new.
"Not quite a bathhouse, my master." Medea replies, looking over at me with a small smile. "This would be my workshop, and it is finally complete."
I push myself up from the stone, looking across the water towards her all the while. Then I begin to walk around the pool towards her. "Is… this still the same room?"
"In a sense," Caster replies. "It occupies the same space. But it is wholly removed, think of it as… a void, or perhaps a pocket where something else resides in the real world."
I pause in front of her desk, looking down at the servant. "Alright… is there something you need help with?"
A faint look of annoyance flits across Caster's face, before it is wiped away and instead replaced by a small smile. "I was hoping we could speak about something actually, if you have the time of course my master."
"Always," I reply.
Caster smiles a touch wider, then pushes herself up and away from the desk. "I have taught you, and you have become quite a splendid student. Questionable though your actions may be at times."
I frown, but say nothing.
"But today I thought it best if we cover a subject we haven't so far, especially since our abode has gotten so… populated recently." Medea says. Then she lifts her arms, allowing the robes to lift around her, revealing what she has chosen to wear underneath it today.
Namely, nothing.
The robes are tied in such a way to reveal peach skin. Her face is smiling at me, blue eyes alight in amusement, but I have a hard time focusing on that due to the fact that I can see basically all of her breasts besides her nipples, and a rather heavy patch of hair down between her legs.
My head jerks to the side, my face aflame. Only for Caster to laugh at my troubles. "Oh? You've seen this before have you not? Though I do recall last time you refused me."
"Yes… because you were forcing yourself," I reply. Studying a very fascinating wall. I felt hot, and now for another reason than just Mordred. Only to blink as I felt something remarkably cool press against my face.
Blinking, I slowly draw my eyes back to see a small glass vial held just before my face.
"Drink it," Caster says.
I stare at it a moment, the liquid inside was… neon-green and fizzing slightly. I study it for just a moment, before taking it from her grip and downing it. It washes down my throat like an overly carbonated soda, and I squeeze my eyes shut as it goes down. It settles in my stomach a moment later, and… to my relief all the pain in my body fades away. Leaving nothing behind but the taste of overly ripe grapes in my mouth.
"Now even asking what was in it? How bold of you," Medea says, sounding curious.
I smack my lips, looking at the woman, before jerking my eyes away once more. "I trust you."
"How very… dangerous of you master. You know I am the Witch of Betrayal after all." Caster replies, now sounding amused. Then she moves past me towards the water, leaving me to stand there.
I eventually force myself to turn to look towards her, more out of the need to correct her than to see her body. To my relief it was covered from the back still by her robe, leaving me with some ability to talk. "No, you're my friend." Then I pause, my hand moving to my lips. I had meant to say that wasn't true. "Why… are you naked?"
Her head turns towards me, giving me a view of a simple smile. Then with a sigh she leans down onto the stone, placing herself flat on her stomach. One hand moves to prop up her chin as her legs spread wide behind her. Then, like it was nothing but an illusion, and it possibly was, her robes dissipate into nothing. Revealing every inch of the woman. Blue hair runs down flawless, porcelain skin. A body without fat nor muscle, more of a statue than a living being. I find myself staring, unable to look away, much to the apparently amusement of Caster.
"Whatever are you staring at master? You act like you haven't seen a naked woman before."
"Beyond you I haven't," I reply, still not looking away. I twitch, moving my hands to my lips once more. "What is it you made me drink?"
"A concoction used to make truths come out more liberally. A product of the Dionysian cult, if you are curious." Then she stands, one hand moving through her hair to straighten it, another running down her body deliberately slowly as she steps into the water in front of her. A sigh escapes her as she sinks into it, her body disappearing until mercifully… regretfully, only her head remains. "Come boy, join me."
A small part of my brain is telling me that this is quite possibly a trap, and that Caster has finally gotten sick of my… tendencies… and will now proceed to kill me. The entire rest of my brain is stating that Caster cares about me, and while I have no idea what is going on, I probably should be getting undressed now. With at least some modicum of dignity I pull my shirt off, allowing it to fall to the floor. My pants follow soon after, leaving me with only my underwear. I pause there, my hands holding onto the rim of the fabric.
"You shall not entire my private bath with clothes on, Shirou." Caster teases.
My underwear follows my pants after a slightly nervous moment. I walk forward, one hand covering my now rather prominently displayed groin as I sink in the water. Despite the steam, if was only lukewarm, a kind of comforting warmth caused by a pool being naturally heated by the sun instead of a heater.
"I cannot help but notice more and more women are becoming rather fascinated by my master. And as your original servant, I thought it would be best to make my feelings on the subject rather clear." Caster says, a look of amusement on her face as she smiles at you. "I am well versed in the ways of such things, and you can think of this as… equal parts reward, and perhaps training as well. Tell me, as I sincerely doubt you shall remain untaken for long. Who interests you?"
I open my mouth to respond, only to be cut off by Caster.
"Is it Sakura, perhaps? There is not a night that girl does not lust for you," Caster replies. "Or perhaps Taiga, she looks at you as more than just a brother figure." As she speaks one of her legs rises from the water, rivulets of liquid running down it as she lightly runs her hands across the skin. "Rin? Perhaps not an ally, but she is beautiful-"
"You," I squeak out, and somehow blush harder all the while.
"Oh?" Caster replies, her smile growing a touch. "Did you suggest I was the subject of your lust?"
"No… yes… no," I reply, my own mouth fighting me. "You're beautiful, but… I…"
Caster's smile drops, her body moving through the water until she is face to face with me. Her eyes bore into my own. "Do not fight yourself, if you desire me, then take me. If you desire my body than it is yours, I am your serv-"
"I like you." I blurt out.
Caster's ears twitch, a dusting of pink coming across her face as she stares at me. Without another word she rises, halfway stradling me as her hands move to cup my face. Her breasts emerge from the water with her, jiggling and doing well to be a distraction as I try and focus on her eyes. "Truly?" she asks. Her voice void of emotion.
"You're… beautiful, I've always thought that since I found you in the park," I reply, my mouth moving faster than my brain can keep up. "But you're kind, and helpful, and you've become a dear friend. Is… that okay?"
Caster's head tilts, curiosity writ large on her features. "You choose the Witch of Betrayal, is that what you are telling me Shirou?"
I nod, not trusting my mouth anymore.
She steals my mouth a moment later regardless. Her head leaning down to lock lips with my own. I had been kissed by Ayako before, but that was a quick, awkward thing. Now I was being plundered. Her tongue danced in my mouth, mapping it before she slowly rubs it against my own. I try my best to match her movements, but almost the second I do, she pulls away, a line of saliva still connecting us both as her half-lidded eyes stare into my own. Her tongue darts out, licking at her lips, then she smiles. Not a teasing smile, not a plotting smile, but a genuinely, sweet smi-
My thoughts are immediately derailed as a tender hand wraps around my length, and my eyes dart downward to see her hand wrapped around my shaft. It looks… wrong, for a hand so perfect to be touching something like that, but such thoughts quickly fly away from me as she begins to gently jerk the hand up and down.
"Did you know my adorable little master? That semen is an excellent source of od? While mana is far more plentiful… there are far more… fascinating ways to extract od. I brought this up in the past but you refused me." I only half hear her words, more distracted by how my body is straining itself, flexing involuntarily as her hand moves around my length. "Don't you think you owe me something for my teachings?" Medea whispers, her tongue licking my ear.
I shudder, my breath coming out in pants as her tongue runs down from my ear to my neck. Her hand only moves faster and faster, soft coos escaping her lips as my hips start to jerk up to meet her motions. Her other hand joins in, rubbing at the tip even as she herself darts upwards to lock lips with me once more.
The kiss is full of passion, and my own hands shoot out to grasp the side of her face to hold her there. My tongue compared to her own is inexperienced and hardly able to keep up, but I pour as much of my feelings into it as I can. She pulls back a moment later, ignoring my attempts to keep the kiss going as she smiles down at me. "Sully my hands, cum for me Shirou."
It's enough, days of chaos mixed with battle upon battle leaves me with precious little time for release and self pleasure, and with a groan I climax. my body twitching as the white fluid stains the water. Medea grins, hands rising out of the water absolutely covered in it, and I watch as she brings it to her face and licks it off. I watch, transfixed as it runs down her arm, the witch now fully standing up and revealing the entirety of her form. In a matter of seconds she is clean, a finger previously coated in my semen popping out of her mouth before she stares down at me with a grin. "Quite a lot, master. Do you have any more for me?"
I only just climaxed, but between that display, and the water running off every inch of her body from her bountiful breasts to her wet lower lips… I found myself already getting hard once more, something she notices, if the smirk is anything to go by.
"Oho? Bold maser, very bold." Then, with no effort she picks me up by my shoulders and deposits me back onto the comparatively cold stone with a wet plot. I land on my elbows, bouncing slightly from the impact. But I don't dare look away, watching with rapt attention as Caster steps out of the water. Framed by the sunlight above, she is practically radiant, her wet hair sticking to her flesh, and her eyes alight with both mischief and something more. Her hands run across her body, over her bouncing breath and down to the blue hair between her lips, "it is good that I am feeling bold myself."
Her finger dips, then curls, her eyes shuddering as liquid that isn't just water runs down her legs. She leans forward, one hand staying firmly planted in her nethers as she crawls forward until she is straddling you. "Tell me, master," Caster says sinfully. Her ass pressed against my member. "How much do you want me?"
'More than anything', is what I want to say. But all that comes out is a desperate groan.
Caster giggles, the sound echoing in the room. "What a foolish master I have." Then she leans forward, her breasts pressing against my chest as a cheshire grin plants itself on her face. "But, allow me to tell you a secret Shirou."
"Yeah?" I reply.
The hand that was pleasuring herself grabs your shaft, positioning it just underneath her slit. "That foolishness is what I love about you."
That was the only warning I got before she slammed her hips down on my own. Our reactions are immediate and joint, her head jerking back as she lets out a deep, satisfied moan. And I let out a groan as my body screams new sensations at my brain. I only just manage to avoid slamming my head against the stone from the sudden sensation rocketing through me. Yet I keep my eyes open, locked onto Medea as she shudders atop me. Eventually, in what could have been seconds, could have been years, she looks back down, her mouth open, her eyes wide, and her breath coming in pants.
"I drank some myself." Caster replies, her mouth curling into a satisfied smile.
Then she lifts her hips and slams them down again. There is no rhythm to it, only lust, and my desperate flailing hands shoot out to hold her against me as she rides me for all that I am worth. Her lips press against my neck, then my face, desperate, quick, fluttering kisses before her lips lock with my own. We groan into each other's mouths, our hands rubbing over each other's bodies. There is no coordination, her air of proud domineering control gone as our breaths mix. Mine hot and heavy, hers sweet of flowers.
Her hands grab my own, shoving them onto her breasts. My fingers sink into the flesh, and I watch mesmerized as she pulls back and dances atop me. This isn't the calm, cool and collected Caster I knew. This was Medea, her breasts bouncing, her hair swaying, her eyes clouded and a happy grin on her face that keeps being replaced by wide, opened mouth gasps. "You… like me do you?" Medea asks between pants.
I groan, desperately trying to match her fall with my rise.
"What a kind master, a thick master." Medea continues. "Trusting this witch."
She slams her hips down once more, wiggling in my lap, grinding me inside of her. "I was an object of desire, men fought over me. But now?" She leans forward, eyes locked with my own.
My head darts forward, lips locking with hers. Whatever she was about to say is lost, her hands moving around the back of my head as our hips meet with wet smacks. I hold her against me, forgetting the groping, hugging the woman against me as my hip movements get more frantic, more desperate. My vision goes white, my body goes taught, and her cries increase in pitch until finally…
She crushes me against her painfully as I bottom out inside of her, my seed filling the woman as she lets out a muffled cry into my mouth. I twitch, riding the wave of pleasure, tears stinging in my eyes. Everything… is spinning, once I recover and she removes her lips from my own, and I take in desperate gasps of breath as I fall against the wet stone. My chest heaves, my body alight as nerves scream their newfound pleasurable agony. I couldn't see Medea anymore, she had fallen off to the side. Though, given the pants audible in my ears, it would seem she wasn't doing much better.
Eventually a dainty hand moves to my chest, and I slowly turn my head to see Caster resting on her front. She was a mess, her hair completely out of place, spittle on her face, and eyes wet with tears. But a small, pleased smile was on her face that made her look positively radiant. "Did you enjoy yourself Master?"
I draw in a breath. "Are you… sure about this?"
Medea's smile drops, then, with a sigh, she pushes herself onto her hands and knees. "After all of that, it would seem you need further convincing." Moving herself so that she was back in my lap, she stares down at me. "Anything to say for yourself?"
"I love you."
Medea pauses, the pink returning to her cheeks. Then she smiles. "I am well aware."
I didn't leave the workshop for a while after.
