Archive of Our Own

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Emiya Shirou was many things.

Deeply knowledgeable about the Yakuza, he was not. He'd known only the slightest bit about them, he'd only known his adoptive father Kiritsugu had once been a bit of a fixer, a handyman even, who took on jobs for the local group, and he knew that the Fujimura family ruled the underbelly of Fuyuki and kept everything worse than themselves out.

He did not, however, know what they did. Never really had. Oh he had some idea, protection rackets, illegal substance trading, he expected that sort of thing. He expected there'd be things he'd disagree with.

Fujimura Raiga, however, quickly disabused him of that notion. Drugs? None of the families wanted to touch that shit, at least, none of the families that considered themselves proper. No, that was the domain of the crazy idiots willing to bring federal attention to themselves.

"The age in which we ran towns unopposed has passed, here in this city, we're as much one of its organs, its limbs, as anything else. We keep the peace in our own way, we regulate the practices the government can't, we prevent trouble from spilling out into the public, and in turn, the police looks the other way if some small time drug dealer happens to... disappear, one day."

Old man Raiga waved his hand, before smirking at Shirou.

"When I said I'd be taking you on as a handyman, I meant it. Part of our work is connecting people who need things done with people who can do those things, and I've seen you know your way around appliances, devices and motors, lad."

Shirou responded with almost exasperation. "Am I the victim of nepotism?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, if a grandpa can't use his connections and money to benefit his grandchildren, then what good is he?" he asked, laughing. "Now go into the Tiger's den and fix her AC."

And with that, the window on the old man's car was pulled up, the tint made it impossible to see him, but Shirou could hear his barking laughter as the man's chauffeur drove him away, leaving Shirou right in front of the Tiger's Den, or rather, Fujimura Taiga's house.

"Well, I haven't seen Taiga since I got into university... Hope she's not mad that I didn't drop in to say hi when I came back to Fuyuki..."

Taiga lived, of course, in a decent sized house, a decent distance away from Raiga's own home, but more importantly, close enough to be within quick responce distance of the nearest Totally Legitimate Business. It was a house clearly meant for a couple with children in a suburban area, near the very same school Shirou had once attended.

Squaring his shoulders and filling himself with hope and determination, Shirou walked in, hoping against hope that Taiga would, for a change, be reasonable and not at all be extremely angry that he had not come visit her first of all.

...

She was extremely angry that he hadn't come say hi to her before going to meet her grandfather.

Despite Shirou's increase in strength as he learned how to properly reinforce his body and his extreme training to become a Super Hero to which he'd added the actual training he'd received from the Fujimura family to defend himself... none of it mattered.

Not minutes after he walked in Taiga threw a shinai at him, no questions asked, and challenged him to a bout. She hadn't even yelled. That meant she was truly and properly furious, boiling with anger even. Enough so that the Tiger's own Shinai was positively vibrating, ecstatic to be wielded with such violence.

Despite everything...

Shirou found himself on his back, on the hard and solid wooden floor, sporting a few welts that he knew would become bruises later. A bit beaten, a bit battered, sweating quite a bit, the summer heat not helping that at all, and with Torashinai pressed to his neck, the padded tip almost pushing into the hollow of his throat, while the Tiger stradled his waist.

He'd said it many times before, and he knew he'd be saying it countless more times, but he still needed to repeat it. "I'm sorry," he said, "I-"

"Shut up... shut up shut up shut up!!" she shouted. "I knew- I know," she said, "I know I'm an old woman now, I know I'm just that loser freeloader, I know you're going out to bigger and better things and your small town teacher, big sister- your first crush-"

"First crush..?" Shirou muttered to himself.

"I know that I'm some small nothingtown loser to you!! But still! You came back, and you went to see my grandfather before you even said hi!? I did NOT raise you to be like this, Shirou!"

"You didn't raise me," Shirou pointed out.

"Shush, I totally did," she huffed. "Like a proper big sister!"

"A big sister that mooches off of me, steals my food and needs my help with her job?" he added, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Okay so maaaaaaaaybe there were a couple bumps along the road," she contested, "but- but- I was still like a sister to you!"

A simple, but effective, idea blossomed within Shirou's mind. Taiga was, as many others, weak to praise. Maybe Shirou wasn't the most socially aware manipulator out there, but he also wasn't completely incapable of something as basic as flirting. It didn't come off as naturally to him as it did to others, but he could do it.

Probably.

"Taiga," Shirou said, trying to affect the low voice, with a deeper register, that he'd seen some men use to speak with women. He let go of his training weapon and put both hands on Taiga's legs, around his waist, grabbing her by the thighs.

"E-Eh?!"

"I never saw you as my sister," Shirou spoke, simply, openly and clearly, projecting strength into his voice, taking his cues a little from how That Asshole's voice sounded.

"Shi, Shirou?" Taiga said, her voice sounding small, "you've, uh, you've gotten big huh..?"

He had. Compared to when he was a high schooler, he was almost unrecognizable. He'd gotten a slight bit wider at the shoulders, but mostly, he had bulked up and put on a good fifteen kilograms of muscle. He hated just how much he resembled That Asshole, sometimes, but he couldn't deny that it had its advantages.

And right then and there, the advantage it gave him was the effect his body had on women when he was close to them. He pulled back and planted his knees on the ground, grabbing his shirt by the hem and pulling it up and off his body, tossing it away. Taiga's face went red, almost glowing.

"Oh woah you could wash clothes on those abs," Taiga said, "wait no you're trying to distract me!"

"I'm not trying," Shirou said, the corner of his lip pulling up as he smiled in that infuriating way that always got the best reactions from the women he was talking to. "I'm sorry I didn't come to see you first, but I'll make up for it."

"Eh- h-how? B-besides, you just told me you, you never thought of me as like a sister," she said, pouting and looking aside.

"That's right," Shirou said, cupping her chin with his fingers, and then turning her to look at him. "You were never a sister to me, Taiga..." he said, ignoring the fact he'd called her that once or twice, as that would defeat his plan, "you were always a woman I was aiming for!"

"Wha-"

Shirou kissed her, and he went hard into it, he put everything he had into that kiss. He wasn't new to it, he'd had flings and short relationships, in fact some said he kept getting caught up into women troubles, he never thought he was particularly bad about it, but right at that moment, his troubles came in handy as he utilized everything he'd learned to make out with the woman who'd once been his teacher, who he had grown up alongside... the girl who wasn't quite next door, but who had always been close to him and his heart.

It was like a whirlwind, the tiger's claws came out, and in a series of desperate, frenzied moves, the two of them were divested of clothes, he of the jeans and slippers he had on, and she, of the simple jogging pants and striped black and yellow short sleeved jersey for a sports team that totally wasn't tiger print.

Pulling her simple white cotton panties, boring yet cute in their own simple way, off of her, Shirou spread her legs with one hand on each of her thighs and teased her labia with his thumbs, before going in to start licking. It only took him a couple tries to figure out what his partner liked, but for Taiga, he got it right on the first try.

She liked it closer to the entrance, she liked it when he licked her from bottom to top, she liked it when the tip of his tongue flicked her clit on the way up, she liked it when he kissed her lower lips and went in a little deeper, when he teased the entrance to her love hole with his stretched tongue... she liked most things he did, but in particular, she liked when he sucked.

Oh she loved it when he sucked her clit.

"Ahhn!! Sheeerrroooouuughh!!"

Her orgasm was sudden and explosive but not unexpected, Shirou knew what to do, he knew some women who got extra clingy when they came and he immediately pegged Taiga for the kind who locks their legs, she almost ripped his hair off as her fingers dug into his scalp, she pressed him against her crotch and humped his face as she came.

But that wasn't enough, he knew that was never enough, not a single person he'd ever been with would only consider a single one enough, he had to do more, to be more. To be a hero was one thing, but That Asshole was a 'Hero'. Shirou needed to be more. Shirou needed to be a Super Hero. Like Batman.

And Batman?

Batman never left a woman unsatisfied. Probably.

So while she was still reeling, he positioned himself. The next steps had taken many attempts for him to get it, but he thanked all who had helped him along his journey to learn the secrets... back in the day all he understood was to put his penis in her vagina and j-j-jam it in!, but no more.

Instead, he gently pushed his penis into his partner's pussy, spreading her lips with his glans, slowly but gently prying her open and then pushing in while she was still caught in the throes of her orgasm, her pussy walls contracting and giving him pause before she relaxed and he could push forward, burying his length into her.

Taiga was...

A virgin. A total virgin. He could tell and recognize the narrowness, the stiffness, of a vagina that was barely masturbated, let alone fucked.

While Taiga was starting to come down, he thought for a moment, and then decided on his next course of action, kissing her deeply to make sure she was distracted while he began to slowly rock and shake his hips, slowly, very slowly, with minute motions, and speeding up at a very steady and low rate.

Tightening up his muscles so as to better endure the tightness of a virgin pussy, Shirou began to very slowly but steadily pull out, sticking his tongue in Taiga's mouth at the same time and feeling how she clung to him, her legs locking behind the small of his back and her fingernails stabbing into his back.

He held her, wrapping his arms around her and giving her some cushion between herself and the floor, as he started picking up speed.

With every moment, every sigh, every moan and every panting breath, they fell into making love, into a carnal dance as old as humanity, into a trading and sharing of energy, their od intermingling and mixing with one another's...

Shirou pushed into her, knowing he wasn't long for it, he'd been going without for quite a long time due to his travels and his work, and all the stuff he was doing on the side.

"T-Taiga, I- I need, to pull out, I'll-"

"Ngnh..! No way! No way no way no way!! Stay with me!! Sheerough!! Shtahy, wiff meeeh!!"

"T-Taiga, guh, I'm gonna-"

"Do it!! Do it!! I want to feel it- I'm, I'm, I'm coming too, Shirou!! Shirooouuu!!!"

"Ahh!!"

Shirou burst and exploded like a Broken Phantasm, his balls, overworked and denied release, went all out for the Tiger Teacher, and she locked her legs such that even though he tried, he couldn't pull out, and so, he painted her within, after thoroughly plowing his fields, he planted his seed within...

And then... the beast awakened. Imitating his previous move, Taiga flipped them and got back on top. Her eyes were almost like a cat's, slit and glowing as her hair shadowed her face.

For the first time since the Grail War, Shirou felt true terror...

...

"You were right, it totally worked!" Shirou said into the phone.

"I told you, when a girl who's like a sister but not really your sister is angry, the best way to calm them down is to tell them that you love them as a woman."

The voice over the phone was smug, even and strong.

"Well, remind me to buy you a drink the next time we meet, speaking of which-"

"Sorry, can't talk, gotta go, you know how it is."

"Yeah I do, talk to you later."

And with that, Shirou closed his brand spanking new flip phone and put it in his pocket.

"Shirou, are you done with the AC? Want to come in for some tea?" Taiga asked.

Shirou knew, of course, what that was code for, and he knew it was time to perform his job as a handyman.

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Shirou was too Japanese to have heard jokes about laying pipe, but he was no stranger to double entendres, even if half the time he didn't understand them, and it didn't really take him very long to understand the reasoning behind certain things.

"I wouldn't have thought the Edelfelt family had such a large property in Fuyuki," Shirou said, as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He'd had to discard his shirt, sweat had made it cling to his chest in an uncomfortable way, plus his skin needed some sun after how long he'd spent working underground recently.

Using Magecraft to do his job wasn't exactly good practice where mundanes could see him, but the Edelfelt family was not mundane, and so, Shirou could easily just fuse the pipes he was connecting using his magecraft without depending on heat.

With a place as large as a manor, connecting the environmental control and AC system wasn't as easy as just connecting the split AC's halves together, there was a lot of piping to be done and especially a lot of careful concealing of the piping, abusing magecraft, projection, alteration and gradation air to ensure that he could put everything into place perfectly.

With that complete, he turned to smile at his client.

Of course, a wealthy family that had property in Fuyuki had dealings with the local Yakuza families, and that included the Fujimura.

"We have properties in many places - back when we had a... closer bond with the Tohsaka, this was simply a natural expansion," Luvia informed him, humming thoughtfully.

She wore a deep blue swimsuit with gold accents, her long hair curls hung freely from her poolside chair. In her hand she had a bright blue drink with a swirly straw sticking out of a fancy, pear shaped glass, the kind that fancy drinks were usually served in at beach places, but actually made of thin crystals.

She had a young maid working for her, a girl with dark, straight long hair who seemed to be pretty sunburnt, made sense with how pale she was, since every time Shirou saw her she was red as a tomato and always averting his eyes. She'd stammered too much to understand what she'd said when she'd introduced herself, but Shirou nevertheless patted her head and smiled at her when she brought him a tall glass of lemonade.

As the small girl practically disappeared, moving so fast she almost left a trail of smoke behind herself, Shirou turned back to Luvia.

His lips drew into a tight line.

Luvia reclined on her chair, her chest, heaving, shaking, rising and falling steadily, swaying enticingly as she spread her legs.

Her manor had a walled garden with a pool on it, and Shirou was connecting the shed which concealed the exhaust ports and the compressor of the AC unit to the internal climate control system... and she was clearly keen on making use of it, even if it meant that she was parading herself around in a ridiculously skimpy bikini in front of the handyman working on her backyard.

It wasn't fair on him. Luvia was nobility and looked like it, she had the golden curls of a princess, the aristocratic and elegant features of a high class lady, the bountiful, plentiful chest of a well developed woman, a six pack that became immediately obvious if she tensed up even a little, thick thighs, cute little feet and toes with the most eyecatching sea blue nail polish that he'd ever seen.

Probably magical.

As she shifted, her legs spread ever enough to reveal that her bikini was perhaps a half size too small for her, as it caused a small dimple where her thighs met her torso and, perhaps more eyecatchingly, showing off that she had puffy pussy lips that created a quite enticing looking cameltoe.

"Oh?" she smirked, having caught him staring. "Does something interest you?"

Far from covering herself up, she raised one of her hands and ran it from just under her eye up to her forehead then back towards the back of her head, her fingers tracing her hair, as she arched her back and inhaled, making her chest puff out and stick out, stretching the blue triangles of her bikini top and making her nipples stick out through them, the golden strings seemingly straining to contain her chest.

"I hardly think that's appropriate," Shirou countered, "the girl, your maid-"

"Knows not to come unless called, won't be interrupting," she spoke, smirking at Shirou. "Hm..? Does my body excite you so?" she asked, raising to a sitting position, lifting her arms as if stretching, "is it my breasts? My hips? My butt? My face?" she asked, twisting at the waist, sending a sexy smirk at Shirou as she curved her body to show it off.

Unknown to her, presumably, her movements actually caused her amazing abs to tense and as she tightened up her muscles, they really looked their best, glistening under the sun thanks to the coating of sunscreen handsomely applied to her earlier by her maid, after Shirou was too busy being up to his elbow in cables.

"You- you know we can't," Shirou said. "You..."

His eyes averted.

She almost bounced off of the chair, every step of hers feeling almost like she was walking on air. He knew she could move, he had seen her move, had seen her suplex a man three times her size through a table, and yet, the sheer perfection of her movement almost caught him off guard, and she was soon past that and into his personal space, one of her fingers poking his chest, well manicured, perfectly shaped fingernail feeling almost like a sharp claw against his skin.

Tracing the dip between his pecs up and past his clavicle, teasing the hollow of his throat and adam's apple before flicking her finger such that she hit the tip of his nose on the way back, she stunned him before he could respond.

She mashed her lips to his and sucked his tongue into her mouth, as far as disabling, stunning spells went, that was certainly a few times more effective than a Gandr could ever hope to be.

Before he even had a moment to recalculate and land back in the real world she had stuck her hand into his jeans and was roughly handling his cock, grabbing it firmly, her fingers teasing his balls while her palm pressed against the base of his cock and stimulating him intensely, then shifting her wrist to try to grab hold of his still mostly flaccid member.

That was super uncomfortable though, so she didn't waste time with doing that for long, instead pulling her hand out and undoing the button and fly of his jeans, letting them drop to his knees, and then sticking her hand into his underwear, grabbing his now half-chub cock.

The kiss broke, she pressed her chest against his, her breasts squashing only a little, he could feel her stiff nipples poking his chest as she looked up at him with a confident, strong and determined looking grin. She pressed her crotch against his thigh, her right arm going along his waist, as she lowered her head to kiss his chest and start licking his nipple.

At the same time, she began stroking his cock as it became increasingly stiffer.

Getting a handjob from a high class, elite lady from a well-to-do, reputable and very wealthy family was not in Shirou's bucket list, but if he'd known that was even a possibility, it certainly would've been, because it felt pretty damn amazing. It took only moments for Luvia to learn what he liked, and she rapidly changed her grip, pressure and rhythm, drawing sexy and lewd moans out of him, which clearly enthused her even more.

One thing Shirou had learned in his time?

Many women quite enjoyed hearing their men during sex, and Luvia was no different, so he didn't hold it in and instead let her hear just how good she was making him feel. Having had to hold it in for a while due to actually doing a ton of work meant he was actually a bit pent up.

"Miss Edel-" she glared at him and gripped his cock quite harshly, making Shirou correct himself, a habit he'd picked up from his job needing to be overriden with sheer will and fear of consequences, "Luvia- ugh, you're- incredible," he moaned.

"Ngnh, yeah... am I better than her..?"

He knew who she meant. The rivalry was never subtle.

Neither was Shirou for that matter, sighing and panting and pumping his hips into her hand. He didn't answer, of course. Luvia took it as a challenge, becoming even better by the second, she kept going, the rhythm and pace increasing as he let her hear even more of his pleasure moans and panting breaths, until-

"I can feel you twitching, are you going to cum, huhm? Are you going to cum all over yourself, all over my hand? Then... do it! Cum!!" she said, her voice taking a haughtier, prouder tone, her other hand gripping Shirou's hip firmly through his underwear, her eyes almost glittering gold, opening wide as she breathed in deeply, sticking her face to his body, rubbing her cheek against his side, sniffing deeply of his chest and even his underarm and armpit.

"Guh, I'm gonna, cum-

Not able to bear that anymore, Shirou came, which made it really fortuitous he was still wearing his underwear, he came so much he actually overflowed the cotton of his underpants, he filled them with thick dick cream and some of it even managed to drip out after saturating the fabric.

But even as he was in the throes of pleasure from cumming, Luvia was moving, manhandling him up and over herself so perfectly that he hardly even noticed until he opened his eyes and saw himself flying to land on his back on the chair Luvia had just been using.

It still smelled faintly of her, of her perfume and her sweat, it smelled quite sexy. It was almost enough to distract him from the fact that as she had spun him around and thrown him onto the chair, he'd been completely nudified, his pants and underwear flying away.

Luvia then got on top of him, straddling his waist. With her right hand, she moved her bikini bottoms out of the way, she had a very carefully trimmed bush, a single landing strip right abvoe her pussy, of golden blonde hair, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt she was a natural blonde.

WIth her left, she took Shirou in hand and guided him up and into the right hole as she took him in, moaning lewdly as he deeply sank into her pussy.

"W-What about- the AC," Shirou asked, gritting his teeth to try not to cum immediately as he sank into a pussy that felt like it was trying to capture his dick in a cunt lock of some sort, like a serpent coiling around him and crushing him with pressure in such a lovingly hot way that he had to tense every muscle not to instantly come undone.

"There'll be time for that... later," she moaned, "But right now it's time for you and I to settle this tension that's hanging between us," she panted as she placed her hands on his shoulders, starting to shake and move her hips, "ngnh, yess... this is... certainly...! What I'd hoped for!"

Shirou panted. "Ngnh, you- it's, so hot and warm, your pussy is incredible, it feels unbelievably, good!!"

"I've trained quite well..! Even those muscles, yes, even them I can train!" Luvia moaned.

Shirou got the strange but amusing mental image of Luvia lifting weights by shoving a weighted dildo into her pussy, or maybe a dildo with a training weight hanging down from it like a chain... It seemed silly, stupid and nonsensical.

"I've lifted so many weighted dildos that my kegels could crush rocks!" Luvia said with a very confident and self assured smirk on her face.

Oh so she absolutely had done exactly that, and yet, Shirou wasn't about to laugh, no, he was simply really glad she'd done that because fucking her felt beyond great. He'd once or twice had sex with a 'trained' woman, and yet, now he truly understood what it meant, and how far he'd fallen from the mark.

"I'll- I can't hold it in at all..!!"

"Resist..! Just a little, gnh, even- even with all my training, the real thing, h-has no comparison, ahh, this is what I've been missing, this is- there's no comparison, no comparison at all!! Go, do it, finish inside me!! Cum inside me!!"

"Ah, fu-fuck, condom- is it, safe- I-"

Luvia kissed him deeply, and then he couldn't hold it in anymore because she wasn't even trying, she came hard, and her convulsing pussy with its super strength dick milking sent him far past the edge as he came hard, his dick going off like a semen volcano inside her, filling her up from under as he came, came and came some more.

Not that she was satisfied with that, not in the least, somehow he got dragged into the pool, and things just kept getting crazier from there, as he fucked her in the pool, he fucked her at the edge of the pool, he fucked while she held onto the stairs, he fucked her everywhere and they both enjoyed everything they did, until the sun set... which considering they'd started at midday and it was high in the middle of summer, that had been a REALLY long fucking session.

But even good things must come to an end.

And as Shirou started to look around for his clothes, he noticed he couldn't find his underwear. "Luvia, did you see where my shorts went?" he asked, turning to the barely functional, thoroughly fucked molten heap of woman that had once been Luvia.

She weakly raised an arm, even as she continued to relax on the beach chair, her bikini haphazardly put back on, waving her hand. "D-don't worry, a-about that, I'll- look for them, and if possible return them to you washed when I do find them, after mastur-," she began to speak, rapidly shutting up, burping and then blushing bright red. "You didn't hear that."

Shirou laughed. "Didn't hear what?" he asked.

She gave him a thumbs up and a weak smile.

As for the underwear, well, the job was certainly gonna pay him enough extra to offset the cost of a new pair of underpants, though he was still curious where they'd gone. Had Luvia really thrown them that far away?

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There was a hot springs resort not too far away from Fuyuki, Shirou didn't know how long it'd been there, but he did know it was a place that the Fujimura family frequented and appreciated, and Raiga had made it quite clear that Shirou was to head there for his next little job.

Not for the first time, Shirou was glad he had the capacity to reinforce objects beyond just their use as weaponry, increasing not just their hardness, durability and their capacity to deliver damage, but also their fundamental properties, such as making a Plunger be ten times plungier by the power of reinforcing it.

"Girls are disgusting," he muttered to himself as he zipped up his tool bag, throwing the cylindrical duffel bag's strap over his shoulder and then making his way out of the bathroom he'd just finished working at, having unclogged a toilet, repaired a second, reconnected the plumbing of a third and also replaced the cleaning solution on each toilet's water reservoirs.

As he stepped out of the girls' bathroom, he just happened to run into exactly that, a girl. Or rather, a woman, a woman he recognized. Her brown hair was cut a little bit shorter than usual, her eyes were sharper, she had a slightly more pronounced musculature, especially around the shoulders and neck, but he recognized her nonetheless.

His old school mate and fellow member of the Archery Club, Mitsuzuri Ayako.

"Oh just in time- you're done, Mister Janito- wait, that you Emiya?" she said, her eyes widening. "Oh it totally is you!" she said.

She wore a white button up that was clinging to her body, soaked in sweat from the extremely hot summer day's heat causing it, a black tube skirt, and she had a pair of glasses perched on her nose. Fake, he could immediately tell without needing to structurally analyze them with magic.

"Yeah, it's me, fancy meeting you here, Mitsuzuri," he responded.

"Please, just call me Ayako, if you call me like that I might start to treat you like a student," she said, elbowing his ribs. "Damn Emiya-"

"If you want me to call you by your name then call me by name too," Shirou countered. "I mean we've known each other long enough to get away with it right?"

She laughed. "True. Anyway, I didn't expect to see you here, much less working as a janitor- you've been in Europe for a long time, damn, you're looking good!"

Laughing, Shirou shrugged. "I've been doing some odd jobs here and there for some money, old man Raiga's hooking me up with some work where I can put my hands to work so I don't get bored," he smiled. "I've been working out, though obviously you've been keeping up yourself."

Ayako smiled brightly. "Yeah, guess you've got some advantage on that front though," she looked at his shoulders, wagging her eyebrows. "Come on, we've got so much to catch up on," she said, taking him by the wrist and pulling him along. "You're done with your job anyway aren't you?"

"I guess but-"

"Come on!"

In a way, Shirou felt very nostalgic as he was led by Ayako, as she pulled him along in a way he hadn't been since those two fateful weeks that had changed his life so completely, he hadn't been like that since the time his life had changed, since he'd quit the Archery club.

"Well you know where I've been but what about you?" Shirou asked. "You're looking great and obviously you're keeping up the training, but what've you been doing?"

"Well that's-" she seemed a little nervous. "I, you know, sometimes life's a whirlwind and- I'm doing PE teaching, basically," she laughed and sounded even more nervous. "I know it's not the most glamorous job ever but, but it works, I like teaching actually!"

"That's really neat," Shirou agreed. "Lots of people out there could use a teacher like you, I know you were great to me," he said, smiling at her.

"Oh you flatterer!"

They chatted amicably, about nothing much, mostly just catching up on things they'd done, Ayako telling Shirou about how she'd been studying for a long time and how she was in her probationary period, being one of several teachers assigned to look after a group of students on a training camp, as more of an assistant than anything else.

He also told her some of what he'd been doing, how he'd been in London, how he was in-between jobs because of a thing that happened at his previous place of employment, never really telling her about what he'd actually been doing.

Before they knew it, the door to Ayako's room closed and locked behind Ayako.

Shirou cock disappeared into Ayako's mouth, her head almost blurring from the speed she was moving at as she bobbed it up and down, sucking, slurping and swallowing without a care in the world, while at the same time, Shirou used his hands to spread her generously well proportioned and shapely rear so he could lick at her, laying on his back on her bed while she was on top of him.

Her clothes were strewn about all over the place, his were in a small pile. The bed sheets were already crumpled.

The moment the door had closed she mashed her lips to him and in what felt like a blur of motion, in less than a minute, they were already taking their clothes off, Ayako pushed him onto the bed and sat on his face.

"Agh, shiiit, Shirouuu, why are you so good at thisss?!" she hissed.

"Speak for yourself, ghu, damn, you're incredible!!" he responded.

Ayako went back to sucking, she was taking a bout half his length into his mouth and stroking the other half, making a ring with her pointer and her thumb, rapidly moving it up and down and applying pressure, matching the movements of her mouth, her lips sliding along his length.

For his part, Shirou wasn't staying still at all, his thumbs spread her puffy pink labia and exposed her pussy, she had a particularly juicy love hole that his tongue was working feverishly at, getting as much of her nectar as he could. She had the salty taste of sweat all over her, and it was making her pussy doubly as enticing.

"Gah, fuck, I'm gonna- cum already!"

"S-Shit, me too," Ayako responded, her brown hair, already moist with sweat before, now shaking and moving all about as she redoubled her efforts, taking two thirds of his cock into her mouth.

Not one to surrender, Shirou moved and puckered his lips to kiss her clit, using his teeth to apply a little bit of pressure to the sensitive little nub that was sticking out from its hood, protruding the slightest bit from the rest of her pink pussy, then he sucked hard.

Losing control, Ayako deepthroated him and grabbed his balls with her hand, the extra stimulation of her throat spasming as she choked and gagged on his cock causing him to erupt alongside her, as the two spontaneous lovers came from each other's mouths, cumming on each other's mouth and face and not even bothering to hold it in or hold themselves back.

At the same time as Shirou thrust his hips to get it even deeper down her throat, she humped his face with her pussy and ass, rubbing her clit against his chin, riding his lips with her cunt lips, and pressing her perineum against his nose, both of them enhancing their orgasms with even more pleasure.

Neither was satisfied quite yet, but the orgasms they shared were super strong nonetheless.

She rolled off of him and he got up, scooting back as she raised her butt.

"Damn, that was-" Shirou panted, his heavy breathing trying to make up for how long he'd been holding his breath while eating her pussy, "I didn't expect that, that much!"

Ayako giggled. "Surprised?" she asked.

"Y-Yeah," Shirou admitted. "I thought you liked girls," he said, genuinely and honestly. "I mean- what with you and-"

"Is this about this rumor about me and Tohsaka?" she huffed. "Please!!" she rolled her eyes.

"W-Well, you can excuse a guy for being curious you know! Two of the hottest girls in school, and the rumor that you were caught in a compromising position in a classroom," he scratched the side of his head, using his palm to work his temple, as if it would help his embarrassment about being caught like that.

"What, does it get you hard to think about me and Tohsaka?" she taunted. "Hmm, what are you imagining, huh? What's that image in your mind? Tell me!"

"It was one time!" Shirou responded, his cheeks feeling hot. "I-"

"Tell me!" she insisted, waving her ass. "If you don't tell me then I won't let you put it in," she said. "And from how you're throbbing," her eyes focused on Shirou's member, veiny, twitching, clearly desperate to be put inside someone, "you ain't got that long before you explode, so fess up, Emiya!"

Blushing even harder, Shirou gave up. "F-Fine, I did- I imagined you and Tohsaka having lesbian sex," he huffed.

"What'd we do in your mind, Emiya?" she asked, even more tauntingly than before, raising her hips and shaking her ass even more. "Did you imagine her soft, thin fingers, with her neatly cut nails, spreading these," Ayako reached between her legs, two fingers spreading her pussy lips to expose her little love hole and urethra, using her middle finger to tease herself, "did you imagine her sticking her fingers inside me hm?"

"M-Maybe," Shirou said, "so what if I did?"

"Did you imagine us kissing too?" she asked, "or was her mouth busy with something else, humh?" she asked. "Did you imagine her going down on me?"

"I- Okay that's enough!" Shirou finally said. "S-Seriously!"

Laughing, Ayako flipped on her back, and looked up at him, her face even redder than his. "Come on big guy," she moaned, "I was just having a little laugh, come on," she extended her arms as if asking for a hug.

He rolled his eyes and joined her, pushing his dick into her pussy, dragging a lovely moan from her, starting to pump his hips, not much preamble, immediately dropping into an intense, potent rhythm.

"Haaah, oh yess...! You're so big, so hot inside me, nghn keep going, yeah, fuck me harder!! Even harder!"

Following her commands as a good hero would, Shirou put his everything into pleasuring Ayako, fucking her hard, fast and strong just how she asked, the creaking of the bed under them already from the potency of his fucking.

"H-Eheh, hehee!!" her moans and laughter combined into an almost humorous cacophony, she was panting, she was barely breathing, she was moaning and laughing, her arms wrapped around his back, her legs locked behind his butt, her heels against his buttcheeks, as she clung to him. "H-Hey, S-Shirou," she moaned, approaching his ear, "c-can you still, s-see that, that image, in your mind," she moaned.

"W-What," Shirou asked.

"Ah, of, of me, a-and, To-Tohsaka," Ayako moaned. "R-Riiiin!!"

"Ye, ahh, fuck, yes, that was so hot," Shirou moaned, "you two- you two, I could've, fapped to it, f-for dayss!!"

"H-Hehehh, that makes, me happy!!" Ayako admitted. "B-Because, guh, I'm, I'm gonna, I can't hold it," she moaned, "S-Shirou, Shirou, shi, shiii- gahhh-"

Her fingernails were trimmed very short, she was a sportswoman after all.

"Aayaakoooo!!!" he almost roared.

"Wahhh, you, you know- when-" Ayako began to speak, but had to stop, swallowing as if she was trying to control herself, as if she was trying to fill even her stomach with air, she once more approached his ear, whispering directly into it, "I can't, cum with me, cum with me, cum for me, cum inside meee! Insideee!! Do it!!!"

"Ghuck, he-here I goooo!!"

It felt like something went off in the back of his mind as he came, but Shirou managed to time it exactly right, coming undone at the same time as she did, both of them orgasming powerfully once more in synch, all the training for tantric rituals paying off.

He erupted inside her, painted her internal walls his own shade of white, and the two of them merged into one at that moment of orgasm, basking in the aftershocks of orgasm for what felt like an eternity, until Shirou let himself finish, pulling out and moving off her, laying on his back beside her.

Ayako giggled. "I needed that, thank you," she moaned, "I've not been laid in years..."

Shirou laughed. "H-Heh, I wouldn't have thought, someone like you, would have trouble finding a partner," he admitted. looking up at the ceiling.

Sighing almost despondently, Ayako weakly shrugged her shoulders. "Eh, even if I found a partner, it was never satisfying," she turned to face him, "nobody's ever made me cum as hard as Tohsaka did until I met you again."

He turned around, his face bright pink and eyes wide open. "W-What, you mean-"

She winked at him, then pecked his lips. "Let's keep that between us."

His lips were sealed from then on.