Next part of 38.1
Lemon Warning!
(An hour later)
"Finally, some rest!" The words rang out just as the clock's hands met at midnight. A naked girl with a blaze of red hair all but collapsed onto her bed, landing with a relieved bounce, her hair flaring outward before tumbling in waves across the sheets as she buried her face in the pillow's gentle softness. "I thought the day would never end. Urgh… And I still have to figure out how I'm supposed to get that blasted camera away from my brother—and erase every last picture he managed to take of me!"
Her tired voice trailed into the quiet of the room. Rolling onto her side, she peeked toward the corner where a familiar white-haired man busied himself with a small stack of clothes, pressing the iron carefully over fabric that belonged not just to her, but also to the two exorcists currently living under the same roof. The scene felt almost domestic, though she muttered under her breath with mild irritation.
"It's not your duty to clean up after them. They're perfectly capable of handling their own chores."
"Do I hear jealousy in your tone, Master?" he asked without looking up, a note of amusement in his voice. His hands moved swiftly and steadily, folding, smoothing, and sorting. He didn't find the work bothersome in the slightest; in truth, it was hardly any trouble at all and was something he found a domestic kind of serenity in. The two girls possessed only a handful of outfits, which troubled him more than the work itself. The thought of them wandering about in little more than their 'combat gear' or those big cloaks all day was troublesome enough. They already drew far too much suspicion as it was. Other than that, their wardrobe amounted to plain white clothes and what might be politely called nightwear, and that struck him as rather poor preparation for when they had first come to Japan.
Perhaps it would be worth asking a certain raven-haired Queen to escort them on a shopping trip.
"Of course," Rias muttered from the bed, her face still buried in the pillow. "You're my Servant, not theirs."
"Yet a Servant is not typically required to handle every chore in a household in the first place. Cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing… since I'm already doing all this, caring for one or two more people hardly makes a difference. And if I'm being unbiased, isn't the same logic true for you as well? With your Devil magic responding to imagination, you could easily devise a spell to dry and fold your own clothes without lifting a finger."
She considered his words. "I am fairly certain Grayfia already knows at least one such spell. Knowing her, probably a variety, each one tailored to a specific task."
The admission gave Archer pause. That was interesting. But unfortunately, the matter was moot. His affinity with magecraft did not allow for invention beyond his unique domain. Learning entirely new spells was beyond his grasp, and no blade in his soul carried an enchantment suited for domestic use. He exhaled softly, folding another shirt. "How envious."
"I will never understand how you find doing chores amusing."
"It isn't amusement," he answered plainly, setting down the iron. "It's something closer to meditation. For some, meditation comes in the form of stillness. In the modern age, it could be playing games, watching TV, stargazing, sleeping, or showering, in your case. For me, performing household chores serves the same purpose. It clears the mind and leaves space for reflection."
The last piece of clothing in the stack was a black G-string. He lifted it without expression, folding it with the same care as the rest. Ordinarily, he would have cast the redhead a long, dry look, questioning her tastes. Yet to his faint surprise, this one did not belong to her at all, but to Xenovia.
His lips twitched almost imperceptibly. 'Why is it always the people of the church who show the strangest tastes?' The thought crossed his mind as he placed the garment neatly aside. He had seen this kind of thing before, back in his own world. The strongest example had been that curry-loving oddball of a girl. An uncountable amount of time had passed since he last saw her, but her antics were engraved in his memory along with the gift she had left him. That token still accompanied him.
"I bet Sona had her own struggles today," Rias said, voice muffled but lively. "Did you know I actually saw her perform alongside her sister in the gymnasium, dressed in a magical girl idol outfit and everything? Even Rider was there. She wore a mask, but I know it was her. She didn't sing, but her dancing was so sharp that she drew attention away from Serafall for a while, and that really seemed to make her jealous, though also strangely excited at the same time. Styling her hair into twintails was definitely something new I haven't seen."
"Be sure to send me the video," he replied.
The thought amused him. A Servant of Rider's agility and precision could certainly excel if she were forced onto a stage. He had never heard her sing, but the idea of her commanding attention in that way wasn't entirely surprising.
When the last of the laundry had been folded and sorted away, Archer returned to routine. His Master would never allow him to do otherwise. He set the iron aside, straightened out the stacks of clothes, and then crossed the room to where she lay on the bed. The moment he settled beside her, the redhead shifted instantly, pressing her warm, bare body firmly against his without hesitation.
"How's your arm doing?" she asked after a moment of silence, her fingers tracing his bicep. With the plaster now removed, she could see that his appendage had regenerated completely, though she knew how well her Servant could hide his own pain. "It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"
"I already answered that question, didn't I? But since I have such a caring Master, I don't mind answering again. I feel perfectly fine."
Rias sighed in relief. "That's good… I'm glad we're back in Kuoh, where we can sleep together like this without having to worry about being interrupted. It feels… nice, being here with you," she whispered to him. "I know I'll sound like a broken record saying this, but back then… I really thought I was going to lose you."
"Heh, such little confidence in me? I'm hurt. Weren't you the one always talking about me being the greatest Servant? Fighting against two Heroic Spirits is clearly something I can handle; I am still alive after all," he half-joked, wanting to ease the atmosphere as much as possible and soothe her worries.
He understood where she came from, of course, for even he, back then, had little hope for survival against two monstrous Servants, and a dragon on top of that.
While he was confident in his ability to remain alive in the face of dire odds—that meant little against individuals who would crush mountains with ease if they so desired. His Reality Marble worked well to tilt the odds in his favor even against numerous strong targets, and had certainly helped to some degree, but victory was never a sure thing.
"Hm?" Archer was pulled from his thoughts upon feeling the redhead's palm come to rest on his chest. Then, she raised it with the back of her hand facing them, the two remaining Command Seals on full display.
"Even though you are still here, I feel like I'm slowly losing you…"
Ah, so that was why.
"You are being too dramatic, Rias. While it's true that the Command Seals are what keep me here, as far as I know, losing one is not the end of the world. The scenario was one of life and death. Had you not used it then, I would have almost certainly died back there," he replied with a light sigh. "I know some Masters who were reckless enough with their Command Seal to use them on the most mundane orders from the get-go. You used yours well."
"…"
"And who knows, you might just not need to use even the remaining Seals if you play your cards right. If you can keep me around for a few more years, that's far longer than most Masters ever manage to keep a Servant manifested."
The girl shifted at that, pushing herself up and sitting on the bed while her eyes focused on him. "But I don't want to have you around for just a few years, Emiya. You are my Archer… I want you to be with me forever. And I swore to never use the Command Seals in order to achieve that goal."
He wanted to scoff at that idea, but held himself back. "Goals need to be realistic, Rias. Otherwise, it is just a dream."
"Dreams do come true."
"Achievable dreams with a clear plan, not something based on 'forever', that's something which can only be achieved by a miracle. You can't exactly keep me here forever. Are you going to supply me with energy for your whole life? We don't even know what system made all of this possible in the first place. It might not last forever."
"Then that is something we will figure out. But if possible, I hope you won't need to rely on such a system. We could remove or change it so that no more Servants can be summoned, and that you would only need to rely on my energy…"
'Messing with the Servant system is a bad idea and in many cases doesn't work out. The Einzbern family proved that,' he thought, not liking the idea given they had no idea what said system even was to begin with, making it no different than begging for trouble by wandering in the dark.
"Heh, that might be even more difficult than just never using the Command Seals," he said instead. "Still, if you are being serious about keeping me here forever, without jumping through all these troublesome hoops, you might honestly be overlooking the simplest solution."
That gained her interest; even without being a mind reader, he could see several hundred thoughts most likely going through her mind, trying to come up with a solution to his case. So out of curiosity to hear what she would come up with, he did not interrupt her.
"Um… steal all of the Command Seals from other Masters?"
Archer raised an eyebrow at that. "Where did you come up with that idea?"
"Just something I thought of with Sona."
Okay, that certainly was one possible option. Just not one he ever expected to hear from Rias of all people.
"I was actually referring to a Servant gaining a flesh and blood body. I will say this once more: I am a Servant, I am not meant to remain in this world indefinitely. Regardless of the system used, my nature is that of a spirit only able to take form because of my Master acting as a physical anchor for my existence. The simplest yet hardest way to 'fix' that would be through reincarnation into a physical body."
That was what Gilgamesh did after all, at the end of the Fourth Holy Grail War, incarnating into a physical form with the power of the corrupted Grail, and thus he could exist without a Master. While it limited the magical energy he had access to, that guy had still managed to hold on to his Servant powers.
"It's a rather common wish for several Servants to be reborn again and have a second chance at life, or just be able to freely roam the physical world once more — there are several hundred other reasons one might wish for this. That would be the easiest method to keep me around, but also the hardest since it requires a wish-granting device to create said body. Also, I would presumably still die of old age eventually." It sounded so very simple, yet somehow less likely to happen even now in a world that was still in the middle of its own version of the Age of Gods.
"I-I still have my Evil Pieces!" she exclaimed with joy, but unfortunately, he had to snuff out that flame before things spiraled out of control due to false hope.
"I am sorry, Master, but even if by some miracle I were to be reborn back into a body and be technically alive once more, I don't know if the Evil Pieces are for me."
He saw her freeze, most likely not prepared to hear him say such a thing. "W-why?"
He thought carefully about how to explain it to her without causing misunderstandings. "Don't blame it on yourself, the reason for my declining an Evil Piece is because I would want to cherish not being bound for once."
He patted her head with a gentle smile on his face, seeing her lean more into his touch at the action.
"Even if you are easily my first choice if I had to be bound to anyone, the reality is I am… tired, Rias. Immortality, with other factors influenced by an eternal life with nothing but your past coming to haunt you at every given opportunity… it weighs on you. So for once… I suppose being normal wouldn't be a bad choice. But this is just my personal opinion on reincarnation. You are a worthwhile Master, and I find that being your Servant has been enjoyable in many respects. But if I were able to live my own life, I would just want to be me and myself." His explanation came to a halt, and he smiled at Rias, who had gone silent. "I hope my selfishness has not disappointed you, Master."
She shook her head, "No, that… that sounds just like something you would say. Still, I know that we will find a way. A-and I'll make sure it doesn't go against your wishes and makes you happy too."
"Really? I should try not to be as predictable."
"You can be, at times," she smiled. "I also want you to know that even if you are bound to me as my Servant, you're under no obligation to do anything beyond that."
She held her palm to his cheek and leaned in close. "Emiya… I want to kiss you… to be with you. But only if you want the same. You don't have to do any of it if you don't want to."
Emiya stared into her eyes and found nothing but utmost sincerity.
"…You really should have said that before you ensnared me with that big heart of yours, Rias," he said before kissing her, a gesture which she eagerly returned, and wrapped herself around him.
"Are you…" he managed to say in between their kisses. "Are you certain this is what you want? Am I who you want despite everything I have mentioned before?"
She huffed with a cute pout, "And here I thought I was being clear enough all this time. I know myself well enough to make up my own mind, Emiya," she answered as she stroked his face. "I don't care about any of those things. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I want you to be happy. I don't want a future where you are not there, a future that nearly came true, and one I worry will grow closer to reality after each use of the Seals. I want us to be together, I really do."
"Well now," he chuckled. "Sounds like I have a really possessive Master, but I have known that for a while."
"You certainly do. So just for tonight, I want this to be just our moment, I want to never forget your presence and to not worry about everything that happened these last few days," she whispered, then gently leaned on top of him and pressed her lips to his.
Her red ruby hair gently blanketed his face, curtaining the two of them away from the world as they resumed their intimate embrace.
All they did was gaze at each other for a time. This went on until she leaned forward and boldly pressed her lips against his, as they had done several times now.
Her lips were soft, molding against his as he tasted her cherry lips, and the sensation went straight through her. She held the kiss, savoring it, before finally pulling back in a controlled, slow separation.
"Huh. Even after all that, I still don't really feel any better, and I still think I can change your mind," she muttered with some stubbornness.
"What do you mean?" he managed to answer, as she shifted above him. Her face hovered just above, red silk-like hair falling, framing his vision, some brushing over his cheeks, the strands tickling him as they danced across his face.
"We're going to crack the Servant system together. We'll find a way to keep you, Rider, and maybe even some of the other Servants around, as long as they're not our enemies. But for now, I need something to replace that Command Seal I lost." Her words came out low and intent. "I want to feel you closer, Emiya. I want you right here with me."
"We can talk about that later. Perhaps a moment of rest will make you feel better, Master. It's been a long day."
She ignored him. Instead, she slid her hand to his, drawing it up and pressing his palm with purpose against her chest. Instantly, the contrast: the roughness of his fingers, the yielding softness of her breast—a weighty, perfect curve that seemed to shape itself to his touch. Beneath, he could feel the heat of her skin; her nipple, rigid already, straining up to meet his hand. With each breath, her chest rose and fell more quickly, betraying the excitement she so stubbornly tried to keep hidden. Her face flushed—a deep, vibrant red—but her grip didn't falter. In her eyes, for a moment, a flicker of hesitation, quickly consumed by something stronger: determination, and a fragile spark of hope that he wouldn't stop what was happening.
"I-I want you to stay with me, not just as my Servant."
"Quite the demand."
She then averted her eyes, clearly nervous, before meeting his gaze again. "Archer… do you think I'm beautiful?"
He raised a brow. "That's an odd question for you to ask. You already know the answer."
She shook her head, pressing his hand more firmly against herself, her voice almost pleading. "I want to hear it from you."
He let out a breath. His grip tightened around her breast, thumb grazing the hard point of her nipple, making her flinch, yet still stare at him waiting for his answer.
"You are a beautiful young woman, Rias."
She smiled affectionately, happiness soaring within her at the affirmation.
"Th-Then… not just as your Master, but also as Rias Gremory, I want to give you something very important to me for having saved me and everyone else. And also as a replacement for the lost Command Seal that bound us together, I want to give you something else in exchange, as proof that we'll always be together." She finished her declaration by slowly bringing her face closer to his.
Their lips connected once more.
(Lemon Start)
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Emiya reveled in the taste and feel of her lips. They were soft and persistent against his own, and full of such passion he felt as though he'd become drunk on it if he indulged too much. She kept pressing more and more into him, as Emiya felt more and more of her affection, until finally she pulled back, unable to hold her breath any longer, a thin strand of shining saliva was the only proof of their brief union, still connecting their lips for a brief moment.
"Haaa… haouu… Haaa… haouu."
"Master, you don't have to—"
However whatever he was going to say was cut off, as two deep breaths were all she took before once more diving into him not even letting him adjust from her previous aggression, attacking him with the taste of rich, sweet cherries once more.
The richness of her desire filled him, as she continued to taste him, just as he was tasting her.
Eventually once more after another stretch, she pulled back when her lungs demanded she take a breath, and Rias had to be content with admiring her precious Servant's visage.
"Haaa… haou… Has it occurred to you that maybe I just want to?" Rias said in a throaty voice, a pouting blush covering her face.
"Eh?" He blinked twice at that.
"I'm kissing you because I want to kiss you, Emiya, and I won't stop until I've had my fill. I'm not doing this because I feel some debt to you, or that I'm forcing myself — I'm not stopping because I don't want to stop." she said before leaning in for yet another kiss.
This time, it turned out to be different however. He now felt her tongue probe his lips, demanding entrance. So desperate and demanding, the greedy Devil. As soon as he realized she wasn't going to stop, he permitted her entrance.
"—!"
Ah, he still ended up underestimating her. As soon as he let down his guard and allowed it, she attacked him like a whip, rushing past his defenses, and wrapping her tongue around his own.
The fierceness of her actions took him by surprise. She was getting more and more aggressive as time went on, further giving herself to him, and demanding the same in turn. Quickly building her experience with her every action. Her passion and need propelled her to learn at an unbelievable speed that startled even him.
But, at the rate they were going, it wouldn't be long before he would be genuinely pulled in, and cross a point of no return as they found themselves completely immersed in the moment.
But that was not a preferable outcome for the Servant. Before things escalated too quickly, he needed his Master to understand the consequences behind her choice.
Resolving to make sure she wasn't making a mistake with this before it went too far, he gently yet sternly pried the woman off him, yet he still held her close and forced her to meet his gaze.
"Nwhaa…You don't want to?" she asked, her head still trying to lean in, her voice coming out as a whine as she struggled to continue, ever wanting more.
"…It's not that."
He gently cupped her soft, rosy face, wiping the trace of saliva from her lips with his thumb.
"Rias I can feel the passion driving your affection, and how much you want this. I won't pretend I don't want it myself. But that doesn't change how much of an important decision this is, and I fear that you're rushing headfirst into it. It would be irresponsible for me to not remind you of that."
He could see the conflicting emotions on her face, shifting between a spectrum of want, compassion, hurt, gratitude, betrayal, and pleading.
"I'm not saying I'm unhappy that you feel this strongly about me, or that I don't appreciate what you're doing. I'm just… surprised you want to go this far. Remember how strongly you hated the idea of being someone's nameless conquest, how badly you did not want to be tied to Riser? Sometimes, during moments of extreme emotions, people can make decisions they would not want to make normally."
Slowly Rias' eyes grew blurry, her blue orbs shining as tears began to stream down her face. "Sniff… mngrh… I… I was s-so scared. I-I thought you were going to d-die, that you were… You were going to leave me…"
He gently brushed the heiress' tears away as she slowly hugged him crying into his arms. He could feel her shaking as she let out all the emotions she felt within her.
"I am not going anywhere, Master."
He let her emotions pour out, as she nestled deeply into his chest. They stayed like that for a while as she held on to him tightly. All the while, he said nothing, gently caressing the Gremory heiress from the top of her flaming red hair, to the base of her smooth, supple back.
After a while she finally calmed down. As she gently lifted her head to look at him, her eyes were still brimming with tears and her makeup was a mess, but warmth had returned to her sapphire orbs and she wore a smile as she stared at him..
He quietly projected napkins and started cleaning her face with a small smile. "You're not one to use makeup that much, especially not at night. You'll just end up messing the pillow covers, silly."
She froze, especially after he removed the last trace on her face. "There, that's better."
If that was not enough, he even started to gently pull on her cheeks which made the girl's initial saddened face switch to one that glared back at him. "Uuuuh, I was pouring out my feelings for you and you're more worried about the pillow covers?"
"It is my duty as your Servant to keep you and the house in perfect condition," he said cheekily, making it hard for her to look angered and instead started to laugh. After a few moments, he continued with a more genuine expression. "I don't need some form of reward or compensation for what I did during the fight to be happy, Master."
"I know." Rias answered, "You are satisfied with the strangest things, Arc— no, Emiya. But you are also stubborn and can't get the hint at times, I am not doing this just for you."
He could not argue against that, looking at her in the eyes and realizing she was being serious. "If I am stubborn, then you sure have an odd way to reward me or from another angle feel the need to establish a stronger connection between us just because of a single Command Seal."
At that moment, the girl had decided that enough was enough and grabbed his face.
"I'm not doing this just for that!" she exclaimed loudly. "Lately, I feel like I've just been losing you. Not just because of the loss of a Command Seal, or how you almost died, but also because of how close you have been getting lately with Akeno, Rider, and even Grayfia! I used to have all your time to myself, but now it feels like you've been getting more and more distant."
He calmly listened to the redhead, her voice growing louder with each syllable. There was no surprise or shock, for he knew her well enough to understand why she felt like that.
"I won't disagree with you on that. Things were simpler before and not as… erratic as now. But I spent just as much time with others back then as I do currently. As your Servant I am bound to you. It's just that you are just noticing those moments now more than ever," he said with a chuckle, seeing her intense aqua blue eyes narrow in disagreement with his comment. "But if you want, I can change that. I guess including all the time we already spend together, including spending every night sleeping next to each other, I can always increase it just by stopping being a teacher."
"Ah, wait." The girl realized what he was proposing and quickly shook her head. "I-I… I'm not asking you to go that far!"
"Oh? Aren't you more interested in spending time with me?"
"I am," she replied softly. "But, I also see you enjoy being a teacher… I don't want to take that away from you. I was rather thinking… you know… moments like that shopping spree we had way back. More times together like that, where it's just the two of us."
The shopping spree? That was quite a while ago, he recalled his summoning to this world still being recent back then. Understanding what she was trying to say, he couldn't help but laugh again.
"W-Why are you laughing now!?" she exclaimed with a red face.
"Nothing," he shook his head with a smile on his face. "Just amused how hard it was for you to just ask for a simple date. Heh, still, a date despite us already spending so much time together and even sleeping in the same bed. Does your greed know no bounds?" the man asked lightly.
The girl at first averted her eyes, but then gathered her courage to look back at him and cross her arms beneath her chest, pushing her generous breasts up further. "No, it doesn't, and as a Devil I am proud of it! I'm greedy and I want to spend more and more time with you. I'm proud of the way I am, and I can say it with certainty down to my very core. I feel like embracing that is the only way to get this sick feeling out of me."
He continued to play along.
"Oh my, oh my, I've got such a demanding Master by my side. Still, you shouldn't overreact if I spend time with your Queen, my fellow Servant, and your sister-in-law who's always worried about you."
"Your talking about them, like being with them is just natural," she mumbled in a whisper, clearly miffed at him. "Rider and you are technically enemies, but you would never guess that, with how close you two are. Akeno is my Queen so you two are technically working for me together, but sometimes it feels that you're glued more to her side than with me. You and Grayfia both look after me and care about me, but lately it feels like you've got this strange dynamic between each other — she's also married, you know! She's off limits, mister!"
That made him roll his eyes. Jealousy, an emotion this girl certainly was quite prone to fall for he noticed. But it was not a surprise for him, for this was not the first time he had a jealous Master with wild ideas. "I am half certain that the woman is still planning on torturing me for using her kitchen rather than holding feelings for me."
"Humph!" Rias grumbled, looking at Archer with a stern yet pouty face and crossed arms. "You sure did get along quite well with her today, so much so I can't imagine her feeling that way toward you."
He waved her words with a shrug, "Just think of it as respect amongst professionals. She earned my respect with her skills just as I earned hers. Besides," he gently flicked her forehead. "I can always say no even if she does harbor such intentions."
In the end, she relented. "Alright fine, I'll… I'll stop harping about you and Grayfia. But next time, I want to try cooking as well."
"Are you serious?" he asked with amusement, seeing through her intentions immediately.
The heiress raised her head with some smugness. "Of course, I may not look like it, but I know how to cook as well, and I enjoy it too as a hobby. I just haven't had many opportunities to do it lately, but now I don't see any reason why I can't pick it back up if it means we can spend more time together doing something we both enjoy."
Japanese cooking most definitely with how much this girl was obsessed with anything Japan related.
"As you wish, I'm not against the idea."
"Of course, and you have to teach me some excellent Japanese dishes. I want to know just how you can make them taste so delicious."
Archer chuckled to himself at her statement. "Sure, sounds like fun."
"Hehe!" Rias continued working on the finishing touches on her face. "Anyway, from now on the two of us are going to spend even more time together, and be way closer. I'm sorry, I know you enjoy your time with others but you're important to me, so I'm gonna monopolize your time when I can… and also…"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for being my Servant," she whispered with a sparkling face and a genuine smile. Framed by two beautiful aqua blue eyes the color of sapphire, and by flowing red hair as vibrant as the sunset.
'…Whoah.' Archer stared at her stunned at the stunning beauty. The beauty gently touched his thighs as she felt their firmness and tenderness, never taking her eyes off of him. He sat there mesmerized as she slowly used her swaying hand to powerfully push him down onto the bed, as she crawled over him once more. Her crimson hair once more took the world in front of him, replacing it with only her.
"If this has to happen one day, I want it to be with someone like you, who genuinely cares about me and who I am. I want to be with you. I want us to have something more than what we have had so far. Right now I want you to look at me more than just your Master, or just an innocent girl you need to protect. I want you to look at me as just Rias."
She leaned in again for a kiss, full of passion and want. Feeling her determination, he finally welcomed her and returned her kiss. As Rias gave her love to him, he in turn accepted hers.
…
Their bodies melded together as they continued to explore each other's lips. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths as they continued to savor their taste. Archer pulled her in close, his hands sinking into her luscious red hair as he worked to reach her smooth and pleasant back. Pushing it gently down, she obligingly sank into his flesh, the warmth of their bodies enveloping them.
The softness of her breasts pushed against his chest, her hardened nipples poking at him, and a shiver spread across her body as his arm moved to caress her waist. While they shared their kiss, she grinded into him, rubbing herself on him more and more. He could feel her soft and firm breath entangle his senses as they massaged his chest, her smooth legs entangling with his own, her lower region pushing itself against him. Their tongues kept interlocking for dominance all the while, their sole focus was on each other, canceling out anything that could interrupt them. The dominance was one that was ultimately his as his dominant experience defeated her inexperience. He began to enjoy her to his leisure, sending shiver after shiver of pleasure up and down the light Devil's spine.
"A-ah! Ah…" She moaned, seemingly incapable of threading sounds into words as she struggled to lean down against his lips. In the end he eventually overwhelmed her, her instinct losing to him as she stopped resisting him, letting him have his way with her, turning her into a pile of dough for his use. She had given up so much that he had decided to release her, separating them at long last, as he gave her a moment to catch her breath.
"Hah… hah… hah…" Her lust found a mirror in his eyes as she stared into them.
"You are quite good for your first time, but sadly I'm still too experienced to just let you just have your way with me, Rias."
"Mmmgh-mmgah."
He sighed fondly. "While you're recovering, let me just air this out one final time. I am not just going to disappear, that much I can promise you. But you feeling this way is something I still must advise you to reconsider. I am obliged to say as much as a Heroic Spirit; it might not end well in the future, giving your heart to a ghost."
"Then just like you said, I'll find a way to achieve a miracle. For tonight though, can you please be mine while letting me be yours? I want to feel you closer to me than I ever have. I want to forget how I nearly lost you, and I just want to show you how I feel about you."
Their faces once more connected as they continued making out. Their hands groped each other's body as they felt the curiosity of the other.
"Ah~!" She moaned louder, getting overwhelmed within moments when, just for a fleeting second, that sense of control slipped from her hands in reaction to his own as they danced across her body. "You… you've done this… before?" she asked in between her breaths. Hazy eyes slowly getting filled with pure desire and barely managing to hold on to sanity.
Archer then stopped, various thoughts crossing his mind, including keeping what had happened before a secret. But the more he pondered, the clearer it became how this would only invite trouble later down the line. So, deciding to bite the bullet, he opened his mouth. "In my previous life? Yes. But, also here."
He decided to be honest with her.
Seeing the sudden dazed expression on her face, he started to talk, recounting the events from the beach, including both Akeno and Rider. Skipping over some unnecessary details and just laying everything on her. After what felt like an eternity, he waited for an extreme reaction of anger or disbelief. But instead, the redhead just had a face of pure determination as she pushed him to the side.
In the next moment, she was sitting on top of him. "That Akeno… I should have known she would do something like that. Rider, I have to admit I am at a disadvantage given your shared history somewhere. But that means I'll just have to be better than both of them. I'm fine with sharing, Archer, but I'm going to make sure I'm your number one girl."
"What? This is not some sort of competition where you need to—oi!" Moving swiftly, she slid down and now sat on top of his legs, both hands already grabbing the edge of his shorts, with the blush on her face growing bigger.
"This may be my first time, but I have read and watched enough of Akeno's secret collection to know what to do, and I am confident that my body is not lesser than any of them." With that said, she pulled down the piece of clothing guarding his manhood, and soon found herself face to tip with his member. The sight and smell made Rias lick her lips and take a deep breath. Without any warning, her hands moved to take hold of the appendage. Feeling her soft hands wrap around it in a gentle hold, caused a shiver to go up Archer's spine.
"So warm… " Rias gasped. Archer closed his eyes, letting the waves of pleasure wash over him as the young woman's hands started to explore his manhood. Her face was close to his member, her breath hot and heavy.
"…and so hard. Hard because of me," she muttered, her eyes transfixed in her actions, gliding her hands on the sensitive appendage. She seemed to want to caress every inch of it, as she continued to rub, tip to the base. He didn't know how long it went on, but after a while, he heard her murmur under her breath. "It's so big, I can barely wrap my hand around it."
She didn't realize her voice carried, but it was loud enough for the man to hear.
"If it's too much for you, you don't have to force yourself."
Rias huffed, "It's nothing," she replied stubbornly. But despite her words, she didn't increase her speed and continued to go at the same slow pace. Her fingers gently caressing his manhood. "I can do more."
Just as he was going to say more, those words were prevented from ever leaving his throat by the feeling of a hot, wet appendage gliding over the surface of his shaft. The sensation felt like a burst of electricity was coursing through his spine all the way to his mind, where the pleasure intensified with each of her licks.
She gently blew on his tip, making him shudder at the sharp breeze contrasting with hot flesh, shortly followed by a soft wet sensation as Rias ran her tongue over him again. Her hands still moved, but her focus was now primarily on licking him. She started at the base and ran her tongue along the length of the shaft before reaching the tip, swirling around it. Her other hand moved to his balls, fondling them with gentle squeezes — which were then accompanied by her soft lips, making him stiffen at the wave of pleasure. The redhead peppered his shaft with kisses along the length. Her face was flushed with desire while she locked her gaze with him. He started to realize that this girl was getting better at a freight rate.
Meanwhile, a different thought occurred in her mind.
'It's strange, I almost feel like… I've done this before.'
As Rias continued to fellate him, her face slowly grew to resemble one that an onlooker might associate with a succubus rather than a Devil.
She gave a long kiss to the tip before letting it go with a wet smack. Her hands continued their motion as she stroked his cock. "Hn!" This made an audible moan involuntarily escape his mouth.
Seeing his reaction, Rias giggled and took her mouth off, then wrapped her fingers around the hardened shaft, her thumb circling the tip. She looked at Archer and was rewarded by a moan, a sound that caused her own loins to stir. Her other hand went down and slid into her slit, feeling her own wave of pleasure overwhelm her mind.
The bedsheets ruffled from her movement when she lowered her face over the head of Archer's lengthy cock, her plump lips planting a light kiss on it before eagerly parting around it as they began to slide down around its throbbing head as she resumed her oral service. His mind and body trembled and tensed, a fog of heat and pleasure descending over him as surely as her luscious lips did around the shaft of his cock. Archer struggled to focus as she pushed her tongue's tip between her lower lip and his shaft to welcome his length into her mouth as easily as possible, letting out a muffled gasp as his tip reached the back of her throat.
For him, the sensation itself was both painful and pleasurable enough that his arm twitched, and before he realized it, his hand was pushing her head down the rest of the way, his cock forcing its way down her throat until she'd taken him in full.
He then removed his hand upon realizing what he'd done, but Rias' lips and tongue eagerly made out with the base of his rod for several seconds before pulling back, just so she could slide her lips down around it all the way to its base all over again, deep-throating him of her own accord. Rias enjoyed the sensation of his heat and firmness being within her, and the pulse of his heartbeat through his throbbing cock as it filled her throat.
"Hn~!" the girl moaned, her throat convulsing as she again took him to the base, sending a mighty quake up and down his spine at the accomplishment.
"Mmm~!" Rias felt a mighty tensing on Archer's cock and began to 'swallow' around his shaft, her wet, tight, and hot throat gently but eagerly pulling him in as she mentally prepared for him to cum down her throat. She moaned loudly, eager to feel the proof of his desire for her, her slim fingers closing around the bedhead railing hard enough to imprint into the brass.
…Nothing else mattered between the two.
"Hn-ah!"
The next moment, it finally happened, he let out a loud groan, his balls aching almost painfully as he climaxed deep behind Rias' lips, his masculine shaft almost hurting the lusty Devil as it tensed up in an effort to keep her from moving away, Archer's cum nearly roaring out as it hit the girl's insides.
"Ah!" he groaned against the redheaded beauty.
"Hnmm…" It took almost several seconds for Archer's cum to stop painting her esophagus white until settling in her stomach, with the Gremory heiress tenderly suckling and swallowing around his cock until it stopped. Only then did she pull up, licking at his shaft and making it shine with luster as it left her lips, a hand caressing it again. Then a familiar pair of powerful arms encircled her, and the heiress to the Gremory gasped and shivered before relaxing into her Servant's embrace.
Archer Projected a napkin so she could wipe her mouth. Swallowing what she could gather, only then did Rias accept it and wiped away any remnants, taking a few calming breaths.
Having gone through a small orgasm of her own while fingering herself, her nipples were as hard as little diamonds right now. Her body trembled with heat as he pulled her closer so their foreheads were touching and they could both feel the other's breath. Basking in the softness and warmth of their bodies, they were content to just stay there for a bit.
"That… that was easier than I thought," she murmured into his ears, biting his lobes, which earned her a gentle cheek pinch.
"Now, that was impressive," he said dryly, genuinely not expecting her to be this good. Hearing his praise, she grinned mischievously, the prior shyness having heavily subsided, and she seemed more relaxed and confident than ever.
But the lust in her eyes had not diminished in the slightest, quite the opposite in fact.
"I'm still not done," she got up, turning herself so that she was on all fours with her rear facing him and swaying back and forth. Her juices dripped from her womanhood, streaming down her thighs and inviting him.
"Can we… please? I felt how that alone wasn't enough to completely satisfy you, and it's only right that you return the favor to me~"
She smirked with grown confidence as she looked over her shoulder and saw him stare at her, transfixed. His cock, which had still been hard, once more became erect enough that it smacked against his own abdomen at the sight of her shaking ass.
Rias briefly entertained the idea of taking it back into her mouth and seeing him squirm a bit, the image provided an almost irresistible air of indecency to it that sent a shiver through her hips. Yet even that paled before the anticipation of having him claim her maidenhead, of giving herself to him fully as they shared the deepest intimacy.
"Quickly~! Don't make me wait~! Do it before Grayfia stops by and butts into places she shouldn't be," she told him eagerly, though he immediately sensed her nervousness.
"I ask again, are you sure about this, Master? There is no going back after."
"Do it, I don't want to have regrets because I wasn't proactive enough to be with the man who makes me happy when he's right in front of me. And please, right now, call me by my name. Don't look at me as your Master."
Hearing these words, it became clear that this woman was quite certain, and barely able to hold herself back.
"If you say so, Rias." He simply pulled her back against himself and wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her neck, making her moan loudly.
"Ah~!"
He gave her more than a few kisses across her shoulders and neck before pulling her head back to kiss her lips and caress her body. He made sure she was ready before positioning himself at her entrance, while Rias' eyes lit up with a spark of delighted anticipation. The head of his shaft began pressing against her delicate folds. Slowly, he rubbed the tip up and down the length of her slit, making her mewl in lustful need.
After about half a minute of sweet torture, the poor girl tried to push her hips back against him, but Archer reacted by pulling back, earning him a cute pout before he finally grabbed her shapely hips, and with a steady thrust, sank inch after inch of his member inside her, filling her up, the head of his member pushing firmly against the entrance of her womb.
"Ah~Nrg~Oo-oh… Oh~!" The Gremory heir moaned in pain at first, leading him to stop as he awaited her permission to move again.
He felt the blood surrounding his member as it gently trickled out and then down her thighs. Her arms and body trembled, the moment passing by as the girl adjusted, doing what she could to calm down and get over the initial sharp pain from losing her virginity. She held onto his hand all the while, gripping it so tightly both their knuckles turned white. Throughout this, Archer could feel her insides caving in around him, demanding he never leave, her warm wet passage encasing him in pleasure. Both sides continued holding each other trying their best not to move, being patient with one another as the pain subsided.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes…" she nodded faintly, showing a smile on her face to reassure the man. "Just needed a few seconds, but it's… not as painful as I was expecting."
"It changes from person to person. You'll still probably feel some discomfort later after we're done," he informed her.
"Hey, I'm still a Devil, you know? We recover quickly, so keep moving. It honestly doesn't hurt at all anymore."
Nodding, he kissed her neck again then moved after a few seconds. Her pussy was so very tight, clenching around his shaft as he softly but firmly sank inside her wet depths. The young Devil gasped and moaned loudly, back straightening with both arms grabbing onto his head behind her as she pressed herself back harder against him.
As Archer moved his hips at a controlled pace to accommodate her desperate grinding, he studied her reaction in case he caused her any discomfort. Yet the whole time her every reaction betrayed nothing short of pure enjoyment at their intimacy.
'She does indeed recover fast.'
"Ah~!"
Seconds passed, the heat and passion within both of them grew, and slowly but surely started to overtake any uncomfortable sensation that had lingered. Rias' mind became more hazy with each thrust Archer made into her core, with the redhead's voice starting to grow louder and louder. "Yes… yes! Like that! Keep going~! Fuck… It feels so good!"
As Rias proved herself not only capable of taking him but even being eager for it, Archer who had started slowly, quickly found himself gaining momentum. Rias, having never been filled up to this extent nor treated in such a way, found her body quivering as he buried his dick deep inside her in long, powerful strokes. Each impact of his powerful hips sent the flesh of her ass rippling, made her pussy quiver, and caused her breasts to bounce. She grabbed a hold of her own swinging tits and squeezed them, crying out in bliss as she was brought to the pinnacle of pleasure every time Archer moved his hips.
"Mnn~! Nn-!" Rias moaned salaciously, her body undulating as he fucked her from behind at was now a fast pace, never slowing down.
The young woman looked like she was in heaven, ironically enough. Her pussy was so full, impaled on his shaft as he pounded her in a fierce, rhythmic tempo.
"Aaaah~!" Her entire body quaked as her eyes rolled from the ensuing climax. A string of her juices leaked from her pussy towards her ass as the pleasure took hold of her.
"Nn! Aah! Ah~! Don't stop, Archer!" she screamed, body convulsing as she orgasmed, her pussy spasming and squirting juices onto him while she felt him approach his limit. He was about to pull away, only for her to push backwards and put him back in, the sensation making both partners moan in bliss.
"Ahh~! A-Ah~! Archer~! Fuck me! Cumming!"
"Nnrgh~!" Archer let out a groan from feeling Rias tighten around his cock, pushing him over the edge as her climax milked out his own. As soon as he let go, he flooded her walls with his thick essence. The sensation lasted for a good while before he rested on the bed and Rias collapsed next to him.
"Hah… hah… hah…"
The woman was left panting heavily as she recovered from her intense orgasm, all the while staring at the man next to her. The man she'd fallen in love with.
"Any regrets, Master?" she heard him say, pouting cutely at how he addressed her.
"I told you to call me Rias in moments like this; you're ruining the mood," she protested weakly, even as she pressed herself against him. Basking in the afterglow, despite the exhaustion, she felt no regrets and immersed herself in the intoxicating feeling.
At that moment, everything felt perfect.
Still, as seconds turned into minutes and she continued to keep her body warm through his touch, rather than going to sleep, she looked downwards.
Her eyes lingered on his arm which had already recovered nearly entirely before their moment together — her fingers tracing along the contours. "I may be imagining it, but it looks healthier now. Some parts of it back then still looked a bit ghost-like earlier but now it is completely normal. I guess that means Rider was right after all."
"What?" Archer felt like he had heard wrong and asked her to repeat.
"Oh… I-It's just… before leaving school, I was talking to Rider, and she mentioned a tantric ritual for wounded Servants who need more than the usual flow of magical energy to heal. I just recalled that conversation…"
"…"
Was this what she meant by having her revenge? Had she told anyone else?
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The next 5 chapters of Snafu, and my other Fate fics (Fate Coiling Sword with 3 chapters, A Fake Familiar Reborn with 3 chapters, Steel Eyed Faker soon to be 3 chapters, Hound having 3 and To love a sword having 4 chapters) are already available on my P@treon. With 4 more Broly chapters at /NimtheWriter. Also, I post commissioned arts on each story, already posted a few on an Archer's Promise, Broly and Snafu.