While Shunsuke and Gorgon settled into the grim reality of his dilapidated apartment building, Rin Tohsaka retreated to the comparative splendor of her family's ancestral mansion. Though not quite rivaling the sheer scale of Luvia's palatial estate, the Tohsaka residence still possessed an undeniable aura of old money and inherited magic.
Sunlight streamed through gaps in the heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, casting a soft, almost reverent glow upon the rich, crimson-toned European furnishings of the grand living room. It was a space steeped in history, whispering tales of generations of magi.
Maintaining it, however, was becoming increasingly burdensome. Rin's expensive jewel magecraft constantly strained her finances, pushing her closer and closer to the indignity of part-time jobs… until the Aphrodite Grail emerged, offering a perilous, seductive path to salvation, a prize worth any sacrifice.
Returning home, Rin collapsed onto the plush velvet sofa, staring blankly into space, lost in thought for a long, silent time. Standing before her, radiating an aura of noble grace intertwined with undeniable regal authority, was her assigned Servant.
She was a woman of striking beauty. Pale gold bangs were neatly combed, the rest of her hair expertly braided and coiled into a simple yet elegant bun at the nape of her neck, secured with a blue ribbon. Her eyes, the color of emeralds, seemed to possess an inner luminescence, catching the subdued light of the room like a cat's eyes in the dark, or perhaps like priceless gems unearthed from a mountain's heart. Physically, she appeared to be in her mid-twenties, dressed impeccably in a crisp white blouse tucked into a high-waisted blue knee-length skirt. A matching blue ribbon was tied neatly at her collar. The high waistline emphasized her remarkably full, proud bust, a feature that had surprised Rin upon their first chaotic meeting.
Silence stretched between them. Rin remained lost in her brooding introspection, while the blonde woman stood patiently, her posture perfect, emanating a quiet power that matched, if not surpassed, her young Master's. Like a queen gracefully assuming the role of attendant.
"Lacking confidence in our victory?" the woman finally spoke, her voice clear, resonant, and inherently commanding, yet musical to the ear.
"Confidence?" Rin scoffed lightly, finally meeting her Servant's gaze, though her expression remained clouded, distant. "Victory requires careful planning, shrewd tactics. Blind confidence is useless." She glanced towards the antique grandfather clock ticking solemnly in the corner. "Besides… it's not… that… which troubles me." Her eyes unfocused again, clearly replaying unwelcome memories. "We… did… that. That act."
"...Mm. Indeed," the blonde woman acknowledged after a long pause. Her tone remained admirably level, but a subtle flicker in her emerald eyes betrayed deeper turmoil.
"Like… like animals," Rin whispered, her voice raw with self-loathing. "Fucking like beasts. Letting that boy ride me from behind… like a bitch in heat… Becoming just like them—those who disregard life, sacrifice anything, for power… for the Grail…"
"Is this not something you… engage in frequently?" the Servant asked, a hint of genuine curiosity in her voice.
"What?! Of course not! That was my first time, okay?!" Rin flushed crimson, indignant, before her anger deflated, replaced by a child-like anxiety, a belated awareness of transgression. She mumbled almost inaudibly, "You… you do this often?"
The blonde woman's emerald eyes froze momentarily. She lowered her gaze, a delicate shake of her head the only answer. "Though the… depravity… of the initial summoning ritual was… beyond imagining… this… was indeed, my first…"
"What?!" Rin stared, incredulous. "But… you seemed so… calm? So composed?"
"Because I desire victory," the woman stated simply, her voice regaining its firm resolve. "And I am willing to pay the price. Regret, reflection… such luxuries are reserved for the defeated." A faint trace of warmth, of life, finally colored her tone. "Although… I confess, the sheer… intensity… of physical coupling was… more than I had anticipated."
"Tell me about it," Rin muttered darkly. "And that guy… his hands were everywhere… made it impossible not to… hnngh, whatever. Let's not talk about him." She cleared her throat pointedly. "Right. From today onwards, you're my partner. Artoria," Rin tested the name, "Or should I call you… 'King Arthur'?"
"Under standard Grail War protocols, you would address me as 'Saber'," the woman replied formally. "However, given the… unorthodox nature of this 'Aphrodite War', Class designations are rendered moot. You may address me as you see fit."
"So logical, so articulate. Truly fitting for a king," Rin remarked, watching as Artoria gracefully took a seat beside her on the sofa. A complex mix of emotions warred on Rin's face. "Although… I somehow imagined you'd be more… 'girlish'? Smaller, perhaps? Though I've no idea why I held such an expectation." Her affinity with Artoria felt strangely intuitive, stronger than with the other Servants glimpsed in the chaotic summoning. Yet, this Artoria differed from Rin's subconscious image—this was clearly the Pendragon monarch in her mature prime, not the idealized young girl king of legend. The white blouse strained against a bosom far fuller, her features sharper, imbued with a seasoned, almost world-weary beauty. The image seared into Rin's memory was Artoria in the throes of unwilling ecstasy in the shed—eyes red-rimmed, back arched, body shuddering helplessly as Shunsuke held her hips and pounded load after load of thick white seed deep inside her…
"In my youth," Artoria began softly, seemingly sensing Rin's unspoken thoughts, "my focus was singular: save Britain. Become the perfect king. I permitted no outward display of emotion, strove relentlessly for flawlessness. Sacrificed the few to save the many. Kingship was my inescapable destiny."
Rin fell silent, listening intently to the quiet weight of history in Artoria's voice.
"Later… after casting aside the Holy Sword… after paying every price to win the Battle of Camlann… after imprisoning Mordred… I led Britain through its final, twilight years."
"Doesn't sound like a perfect ending," Rin observed quietly.
"The Age of Gods had passed. Mystery faded. Yet, the world endured," Artoria continued, her tone serene, accepting. "I once believed Britain's people could only survive under my guidance. It took time to recognize my own limitations… my own arrogance." Her gaze was distant, introspective. "Kingship is not eternal. I came to trust that my people would forge their own path. Thus, in my final moments, I made a wish to 'That Existence'—to begin anew. As Artoria. Not as the 'perfect king'."
"And the method for realizing that wish… is to fight for this Aphrodite Grail?" Rin asked.
"Indeed." Artoria nodded slowly. As if making a decision, she deliberately unfastened the top button of her crisp white blouse, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the smooth, pale skin beneath. She shifted closer to Rin on the sofa, wrapping a surprisingly strong arm around her waist. "And… compared to wielding a sword, to shedding blood… this 'war'… is saturated with hormones… with 'love', is it not?" A faint, enigmatic smile touched Artoria's lips. "In the throes of the ritual… my consciousness was clouded. But now… reflecting upon it… I find it… not entirely… unacceptable." That mature, knowing smile seemed utterly alien to the image of the cold, repressed girl-king Artoria had described.
"Ugh, whatever. Personally, I'd rather bankrupt myself throwing jewels around," Rin grumbled, instinctively squirming slightly in Artoria's embrace. "And fighting that blonde drill-head… Luvia… means using… that thing…" Her face contorted in disgust. "It makes no sense! How do you even—?!"
"Precisely why training is necessary," Artoria interjected smoothly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper near Rin's ear. "And it is not training one can undertake alone. This… is the purpose of my existence as your Servant." Her grip tightened slightly. "Are you prepared, Master?"
It took Rin a full five minutes of internal struggle, frantic blushing, and muttered complaints before she finally, reluctantly, nodded. Artoria gently pushed her back against the sofa cushions. Rin didn't resist, but her body tensed, squirming nervously, cheeks flushed crimson.
Artoria produced the Ritual Implement—that same disturbingly familiar, milky-white dildo, thick, slightly curved, vaguely menacing in its organic contours. With efficient movements, she reached under Rin's skirt, tugging down her panties, then repeated the action on herself. Holding the dildo, Artoria knelt before Rin, using one gently pulsating end to delicately stroke the sensitive nub hidden within Rin's dark curls. Rin gasped, instinctively spreading her legs wider in an 'M' shape on the sofa. Artoria, straddling Rin's shins, focused intently, recalling the sensations, the rhythm, the purpose of her encounter with Shunsuke, experimenting, probing. Simultaneously, the other end of the dildo, pressed against her own slick entrance, quickly began to elicit a response.
"So much… seed… flowed that night," Artoria murmured, her voice slightly breathless. "To craft such a… substantial… implement…"
"Mmph… Hnnh…" Rin inhaled sharply through her nose, trying desperately to control her racing heart. "Substantial is an understatement… Nngh!" A soft cry escaped her as Artoria carefully eased one end of the dildo past her threshold, into the tight, wet heat within. Simultaneously, Artoria lowered herself, taking the other end partially inside her own body. Tops still meticulously buttoned, skirts hiked up, they were now joined, each impaled on a few inches of the pearlescent rod hovering between them. Glistening drops of fluid began to bead on its surface.
"Clench," Artoria instructed softly, her own breath quickening.
"Th-this isn't… exactly easy, you know…" Rin stammered, trembling.
But Artoria gave her no time for further complaint. Lowering her hips with deliberate force, she drove the dildo deeper into Rin, while simultaneously pulling Rin's end further into herself using powerful internal muscles. Rin felt the invasion, the sensation of the thick rod sliding deeper, filling her, forcing her muscles to accommodate its girth. A violent shudder wracked her frame; she whimpered, her hands gripping the sofa pillows like lifelines. Gurgle… squish…
Soon, the two elegantly dressed young women were fully connected, 'sitting' together on the sofa in identical M-spread positions, both fully impaling themselves on the obscene, milky-white implement. Artoria's face was flushed, her breathing unsteady, but her maturity allowed her to retain a semblance of control, murmuring reassurances to the trembling Rin.
"Keep your clothes on… for now. Just… let us practice here… on the sofa…"
"Mmmh…"
"Shall we… kiss?"
"K-kissing… fine…"
Artoria leaned forward, capturing Rin's lips. Their tongues met, tentatively at first, then with growing urgency, tangling, exploring. Simultaneously, Artoria began to slowly, deliberately, lift and lower her hips, setting a rhythm. Rin lay bonelessly beneath her, melting under the combined assault of the deep kiss and the intimate friction within. Pressed together near the sofa's armrest, they rocked gently, finding a shared cadence. As Rin slowly, hesitantly, learned to control her own internal muscles, clenching and releasing around the intruding implement, the feedback loop intensified, heightening Artoria's pleasure exponentially…
Plap plap plap plap squelch plap!
In the otherwise silent grandeur of the Tohsaka living room, Artoria knelt within the spread legs of her Master, their bodies joined by the grotesque yet strangely beautiful representation of Shunsuke's potency. Their pace quickened, slick sounds echoing wetly, the shared juices overflowing…
As Rin grew accustomed to the rhythmic friction, her body relaxed further into the sensations, surrendering to the building pleasure. Artoria, too, began to lose her regal composure, her movements becoming more urgent, more powerful, driven by burgeoning need. The hollow nature of the dildo allowed them an intimate awareness of each other's arousal, the flow of slick fluids mingling within the shaft, the internal pressure building in tandem. When the implement was thoroughly coated, slick beyond belief, Rin could no longer suppress her moans, high-pitched sounds tearing from her throat. Artoria responded by deepening the kiss, consuming Rin's cries, her arms wrapping tightly around Rin's waist as Rin clung desperately to her. Locked together, riding the shared instrument of Shunsuke's making, they surged towards a simultaneous peak!
THWACK!
"Nnnnnggghhhhh—!" With a final, powerful collision, they collapsed against each other, bodies fused, hips shuddering uncontrollably. A low, continuous gurgle-gurgle-gush resonated in the quiet room as their climaxes crashed over them in unison!
Throughout the entire process, Artoria and Rin remained perfectly connected, bodies taut, trembling violently, the continuous exchange of fluids through the hollow rod seeming to merge them into a single, ecstatic entity…
"Aga… again…" Rin gasped, her voice barely a whisper, as Artoria began to ease back, intending to withdraw. Rin's arms tightened around Artoria's waist, stopping her. "But… just… just for training… okay? Don't get… any ideas… Nngh?!"
For the rest of the day, the opulent Tohsaka living room remained filled with the steady, relentless sounds of wet slapping, breathless moans, and murmured instructions… the rigorous 'training' continued without pause…