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Valentine’s Day held a special place in Shiro Emiya’s heart. After everything that happened, all the lovers he had gained, it was pillars of normalcy like those holidays that stuck out to him.
It was a shame he couldn’t spend it in Fuyuki. Kaede, Kane, and everyone else he’d graduated Homurahara with doubtlessly had chocolates to give him.
Rin and Luvia, meanwhile, had been sending him pictures from the markets of Athens. Unlike Shiro and his current companion, they had stayed there after that job for Van-Fem had been completed.
Right now, Shiro was spending his Valentine’s Day speeding across the waters of the Mediterranean on a jet ski. The twenty-something-year old was dressed in black swim trunks with flame patterns, his somewhat-tanned upper chest bare. Although his trunks were also pulled down at the moment, so that his cock could be shoved inside his driver.
In the driver’s position, making full use of her Riding skill, was Andromeda. The Princess of Aethiopia had passed on a life jacket just like Shiro. Instead, the only thing covering her bronze-colored skin was a blue ring one-piece. Though a one-piece, the suit only covered about as much as a bikini. Instead of a traditional cup-based top, the swimsuit had a diagonal strip of cloth that ran from one of the thong portion’s corners. The strip ran up, swooshing upward atop her breast to connect to a ring that had three more strips attached. One of these ran diagonally down to cover her other breast’s areola, while the other two wrapped around her neck. The bottom thong portion of the suit had been pulled aside to accommodate Shiro’s penis. The thick rod was currently sitting snug inside Andromeda’s ass.
‘Even after all these years, her butt is incredibly tight. All Heroic Spirits seem to stay like that… it’s amazing.’
Whether it was Andromeda, Artoria, or the other Servants he had seduced, they never seemed to stop having a somewhat virginal quality to their bodies. That was something that Shiro enjoyed now as he felt the clamping suction of Andromeda’s ass.
“Mhm~Master… you can go harder. My Riding Skill is A+.”
Shiro laughed, “Medusa said that and she rode a granny bike off a cliff. Besides, this jet ski isn't really what you’re using your Riding skill for.”
Andromeda giggled and pushed her butt toward Shiro. Her royal body shuddered from head to toe from the feeling of her ass getting split wide by cock.
“Mhmmmm~!”
Leaning forward and forcing Andromeda to angle closer to the console, Shiro pushed his cock further into her butt. At the same time, he reached and grabbed handfuls of Andromeda’s caramel-colored tits.
‘I might not be getting Valentine’s chocolate yet… but I have a whole lot of cake and melon in front of me.’
As he groped Andromeda and pounded her ass, Shiro noticed their craft swerving wildly in the water, ‘So much for A+ skill with vehicles… she’s already a mess.’
But knowing he could project another jet ski if necessary, Shiro moved his hands to her shoulderblades. With the force of Heracles’s club, Shiro pushed his cock even deeper inside Andromeda’s ass.
“Hmpph!!!”
The Heroic Spirit moaned whorishly as Shiro’s cock twitched inside her backdoor. Ejaculating, Shiro shot his cum deep into her tightest hole. With Shiro simultaneously pulling out, Andromeda could feel his white cream filling up the space it had taken up. Exiting her asshole, Shiro coated the back of Andromeda’s swimsuit with a few more shots of sperm.
“Hahah… haha…”
“Oooh… my ass is so full~”
In her fucked state, Andromeda started to lose control of the jet ski. It was only thanks to a quick steer by Shiro they didn’t capsize. The sudden swerve brought Andromeda back to her senses.
“Master, I’m sorry, I—”
Waving off her apologies, Shiro pointed to a nearby island. It was small and forested, but a small natural beach was visible.
“Go take us to that beach. We can have more sex there without capsizing.”
The princess giggled in an utterly undignified fashion. Wiggling her butt against his cock, she reveled in the cum dripping out of her stretched asshole.
“Ok~!”
“There. All parked.”
Hopping off the jet ski and onto the golden beach, Shiro took a moment to appreciate the landscape. The nameless island was a mere footnote in the jewels of the Aegean Sea, but it had its own beauty to it. The trees stretched up a small inclined portion, a hill too small to have ever beckoned the oreads of yore.
Turning to look back at Andromeda, Shiro smiled as he watched the Rider-class Servant stretch. Looking at her, he felt like the facts may have been wrong. It looked like a nymph truly did reside upon these sands.
Dropping his eyes to her swimsuit, Shiro pulled at the thread of magical energy linking it to him. Gaia welcomed his surrender, and the laws of the world struck out at Andromeda’s clothing. The blue cloth disintegrated into diamond-colored sparkles, leaving the princess completely nude.
Andromeda gave him a tomboyish smirk, “Mhmm… that’s mean, Master.”
“You’re the one who asked me to project a swimsuit for you. You knew this might happen.”
Running across the golden sand, Andromeda pressed her nude body against Shiro, “What will I wear now, though?”
Pulling a hand through her blonde hair, Shiro smiled, “You don’t need to wear anything. You’re perfect, someone I love.”
Andromeda rolled her eyes, “I’d say romantic… but it isn’t like I can’t feel your hard cock against my body.”
“Guilty as charged.”
Doing nothing to disguise his goals, Shiro grabbed and pulled at his lover’s ass. This caused more of his earlier cumshot to leak out of her backdoor.
He then continued to speak, “You said you had a swimsuit you wanted to try on, right? The one that girl in Monaco was wearing.”
Andromeda’s emerald green eyes lit up at his words, “That’s true. I better get changed.”
Picturing a woman she’d seen a few days ago, Andromeda coated her body in magical energy. A swimsuit formed from magecraft to cover her private areas. This time, it was a bikini.
Over her chest, below a see-through crop top with white star decorations, was a triangle bikini top featuring yellow, green, and red stripes. To connect the cups, a pearled string ran across the middle. To tie it back, two more strings criss-crossed before getting tied behind her neck.
The bottom of the swimsuit was far more revealing. It was a drawstring thong, the sharp triangle of proper cloth wedged into the crack of her thick derriere. Only a small square of cloth managed to reach up and cover her most intimate bits. Had she not been shaven, some of her bush would have definitely been visible.
To top it all off, Andromeda’s hair started to shift in color. The blonde bled away to reveal a chocolate-brown color in its place.
“Do you like it?”
Shiro blinked, “I didn’t know you could change your hair like that.”
Andromeda giggled, “My blonde hair is a product of my legend. Chained upon that rock, the rays of the sun saw my brown hair bleached.”
“So what you’re saying is… this is your natural hair color?”
Putting her hand on her hip and posing like a model, Andromeda nodded, “That’s right.”
Shiro grabbed her free hand, kissing it with a bow, “My princess looks lovely.”
A blush danced across Andromeda’s face, “Master…”
Leaning into each other, the magus of swords and princess of sacrifice pressed their lips together. With the warm rays that Helios once embodied searing down onto them, they indulged in the spirit of their present holiday. They were far from the advertisements of the states, the marketing used by candy companies worldwide. They were on an isolated island, enjoying a surprisingly warm February day. That was how they would celebrate Valentine’s Day.
Light sparkled off the grains of sand and hermit crabs scuttled on the rocks nearby. In a sense, this sea-blessed horizon was theirs alone. Only small critters shared it. It was like a Reality Marble of love and passion.
“Andromeda…”
“Master…”
There was no need for Shiro to call her just ‘Rider’. The conflicts of the Grail were over. Besides, her class overlapped with Medusa and other members of his harem.
“Mwah~mhm-mwah~”
Their tongues entangled like the serpents of the ancient seas. Even if Poseidon himself were to emerge from the seas beside them, it was quite possible they never would have noticed. They were too enamored with each other.
Grabbing Andromeda’s shoulders, Shiro pushed her down toward the sand. A striped green towel appeared just before they landed, but the shifting of the sand piles below it made the princess giggle.
“Pinning me down… mhm~”
Continuing to kiss, the two lay near the edge of the surf. Andromeda’s F-Cup breasts jiggled from inside her bikini and shirt, pressing against Shiro’s steely torso.
Shiro’s hardening dick, having been tucked back into trunks when they landed, was making a visible tent. The cloth protrusion pushed against the minimalistic barrier of cloth covering Andromeda’s moist entrance.
“Mmmh— hah— mwahhh~”
During their ride here, Andromeda’s ass had received the dicking down it needed. This time, it would be her pussy that would get his full attention. It was a recreation of Greek Myth. Of Dionysus and Andromeda marking their marriage upon the sands of Naxos. Of Telemachus earning Circe’s hand after the return of his father.
Sitting up, Shiro put a hand on Andromeda’s breast. He could feel the slight sensation of her hardened nipple beneath her bikini top and shirt.
With his other hand, he reached inside the small square of cloth covering her pussy. The skin of his fingers rubbed against the lips of her pussy, his joints curling like a crescent moon. Like a hook pulling up a fish, Shiro’s fingers pulled at Andromeda’s thong. The back of her bottoms dug deeper into the valley of her butt.
“Mhm~”
Releasing a subtle moan, Andromeda’s lower body wiggled back and forth. Her pussy ached for fulfillment, for completion.
Turning his hand slightly in her bikini bottoms, Shiro pulled the garment to the side to reveal Andromeda’s shaved pussy. Removing his arms from her breast and crotch, Shiro moved them onto Andromeda’s legs. With minimal effort, the two great pillars were pushed aside, creating a strait far more majestic than Gibraltar.
Andromeda’s pussy ached with desire, seeking the thick sword of the man who had pushed her to the ground. Her Master, the man who was and who she had given her everything.
Even if she was just one of many Servants linked to him, feeding upon that great wellspring of power at his core, she would never feel jealous. Shiro was the one who had claimed her womb now. She was his, and he was hers. It was only sensible he would attract countless others.
“Take me…”
Nodding, Shiro pulled down his fiery-patterned trunks. His hard penis arced forward, reaching up like a great torch.
Pressing his length against Andromeda’s pussy, Shiro leaned down to kiss her.
“Take my love… my Valentine.”
The next moment, Shiro’s flesh sword pushed past the door of Andromeda’s pussy. His manliness stretched her ever-perfect insides.
“OoOoohhh~”
The Twelve Machine Gods had journeyed across the stars to bring her here. Poseidon had laid with the nymph Libya, establishing the line that would birth her father. The women of Aeolia had been made into nymphs by Zeus, granting her mother her power.
Those stories had come together in her, a princess made into a sacrifice. A woman saved by a great hero, remembered enough to live on in the Throne of Heroes. A life that was reborn through the power of a Grail.
Each of Shiro’s thrusts were like the striking of an ocean wave. His feelings and love poured into Andromeda from within her hole, making her body writhe with joy.
The green towel they used as a mat had twisted from her undulations. Sand spilled in and got stuck to her skin.
“Ahh–ahhh— so good! Fill me with your penis! Crash into me! Love me more!”
Unable to maintain her magecraft, Andromeda’s clothing began to flicker. The see-through crop top and multicolored bikini returned to memory. It would be relegated to the closet of that girl in Monaco, to a formulation of Andromeda in a cut-off world. In a burst of sapphire sparks, Andromeda’s outfit vanished.
Andromeda was now as naked as the day she was born. She was exposed more than she had been upon that rock. Andromeda could feel Shiro’s hand move to her breasts, kneading her like the dough of Aethiopia’s agoras. All the while, his penis stirred her pussy into a whirlpool. Her heartbeat roared with the ferocity of Poseidon’s accursed monster.
“Fill me! Fill me, Master!”
She would be the treat Shiro would receive for Valentine’s. Her bronzed skin would be his caramel chocolate, and his cream would be her filling. Together, they would join their flesh to make each other’s gifts.
“I’m cumming, Andromeda!”
“Cum in me!”
Touching her sweet depths, Shiro’s penis exploded semen out like a tsunami. White coated the inside of the Rider-class Servant’s pussy. If she had been anything other than a Heroic Spirit, Andromeda would have been assuredly pregnant.
Her breaths were heavy, her breasts becoming jello with every movement of her lungs. Filled to the brim, Andromeda gazed at Shiro with further desire.
“More…”
“Ah! Ahhh! Yes! Keep going! Yes!”
With whorish shouts of pleasure, Andromeda experienced the continued rapture of sex. She and Shiro were far from the small island now, conjoined in doggystyle sex upon an unusually-carved wooden bed.
That bed was the main fixture of the Ithacan shoreside beach-and-breakfast that the two had chosen to stay in. An unusual establishment, the inn tried to embody the passionate love of Odysseus and Penelope. The bed of its most expensive couple’s room was carved into a large tree, making it just as immovable as the one in the stories.
Furthermore, the inn’s private beachfront had provided Shiro and Andromeda with a unique opportunity. Just as Odysseus had arrived in Ithaca practically naked, his Atlantean Battle Armor destroyed by Poseidon, the inn allowed its guests to enjoy the beach and facilities in the nude.
Public sex may have not been allowed, but that was fine. That would have been a touch too far. But the nudist allowances did mean that Shiro and Andromeda could dispel their jet ski offshore and stride out of the water completely naked.
They had been like Aphrodite coming to shore on a bed of seafoam. It would be easy to mistake them as a pair of divine beings as they crossed the sands. The inn’s other guests had turned and stared at both of them. They had admired how Shiro’s muscles and cock rippled, how Andromeda’s sinful body shone in the reduced afternoon light.
When they had passed through the lobby, Shiro had noticed the middle-aged innkeeper doing his best to remain composed in Andromeda’s glorious presence. Despite his best efforts, the man hadn’t been able to help but linger his gaze on the cum that was covering Andromeda’s back.
That had been the result of Shiro’s final cumshot before they made it to shore. With them buck naked on the jet-ski, the bouncing waves had sent him over the edge. His cum had shot all the way from Andromeda’s butt to her nape.
Now that they were romping in bed, Shiro took the chance to comment about their arrival.
“That innkeeper and the guests really had their eye on you. I know they saw the cum. They know what a dirty girl you are.”
“That– hah– That’s okay! I’m your woman, Master! You’ve claimed me! Even if they stroked their dicks in my face, I wouldn’t give them a second of my time!”
Shiro thrust hard into her pussy, making Andromeda spray her juices all over the sheets, “To think you used to be a shy tomboy princess. Now you’re such a lewd girl.”
“Yes! I’m lewd! I’ll throw away everything for your love!”
Shiro paused for a moment before frowning, “Even Perseus?”
It was no secret to him that Andromeda had been a happily married Heroic Spirit. She had mothered children with Perseus, staying by his side until the end of her life.
Was it wrong of him to take her from the great hero?
Sensing his moment of hesitation, Andromeda maneuvered herself off his dick. Turning around and knocking Shiro down onto the bed pillows, she reached to cup his cheek, “Most Heroic Spirits have ties of love. Artoria had Guinevere, whatever form of love that was. Even Morgan, though I know she is not a Servant, had men she laid with before. I had Perseus, true. But that was the me of myth. The me that is now, born into this world without Perseus and as a Rider… that is the me that loves you. Perseus will always hold a place in my heart, I assure you. But in this world, in this present, I am yours. One of the many women who loves you with everything they have.”
Kissing Shiro on the lips, Andromeda crept up onto Shiro’s legs. Her pussy ground against his cock. The juices from her pussy wetted his rod.
Before she inserted Shiro’s sword into herself, Andromeda turned her head toward the doorway. Winking at the figure on the other side, she beckoned forward with her hand, “Come in~”
Shiro and Andromeda had forgotten to put up the do-not-disturb sign, and now they had a guest. The door opened to reveal a younger girl in her mid-teens. She was probably the daughter or niece of the innkeeper.
“Yia sas!”
The girl, who didn’t speak full English, stared at the couple in embarrassment. She’d walked in on a friend having sex before, but this pair felt different. They felt majestic even when coated in sweat.
“Boró na… w-wa-watch?”
Mixing Greek and English (the language Shiro had primarily been using while travelling), the girl shyly clutched the bucket in her hand.
Andromeda, lifting up her body, made no attempt to hide as she pushed herself down on Shiro’s dick, “Boreíte na parakolouthísete.”
Given permission to watch, the worker girl went and sat in a nearby chair. Setting her bucket down, her hands steadily began creeping into her tan shorts.
Turning away from their guest, Andromeda returned her attention to Shiro.
“As I was saying… I love you, Master. We all do. Every girl with you has devoted their everything to you. I am no different. So please, let me show you how much I love you.”
Pushing her hands into Shiro’s pecs, Andromeda began bouncing up and down. Her movements were eager and wild, making one think she was in a water bed instead of a rooted frame. Her pussy angled from side to side, its walls stretching as a thick cock rolled inside it. Shiro felt his dick tighten and twitch from her motions, her whirlpool of a pussy trying to swallow him.
“Hrkk— I’m cumming!”
“Mhm~ cum inside me, all for me. And perhaps a bit for our little voyeur~!”
Jizz flooded Andromeda’s pussy. It pooled inside like vanilla ice cream melting in a cone. But even as her body rolled through orgasms, the princess didn’t stop. Proving herself as a true Rider, a woman who had survived against the brunt of crashing waves, Andromeda kept moving.
For two hours, passing the inn’s dinner hour and the beauty of sunset, the two kept going. Whenever Shiro creamed her, Andromeda didn’t even pause. If anything, it was only more oil on her engine. Injection after injection of perfected love to keep her going.
“Cum in me, Master! Defy the laws of the Throne! Give me a child all your own! Give me a baby to cement my story in the modern era!”
Shiro didn’t know if it was possible. Even after years of fucking, not one of his Servants had gotten pregnant even after hundreds of creampies. The closest he’d gotten was impregnating his pseudo-Servant lovers.
‘Valentine’s Day, if there is a god or goddess out there governing you… I know what would certainly make a good miracle.’
Leaning up and hugging Andromeda, Shiro enhanced his own efforts inside her. Andromeda’s bounces met even greater thrusts. Their combined force made even the inn’s immovable bed shudder and creak.
The teenage inn worker, who had brought herself to orgasm seven times, shyly shuffled out as Shiro and Andromeda’s lovemaking grew louder and louder. Enthralled by each other, neither one of them noticed nor cared about her exit.
“AHHH!! AHHH!! YES! FUCK! MASTER! YES! HUSBAND! FILL ME!”
From Andromeda’s back, the six mouth-wings of Oracle Chains Nereides manifested, filling the room with an ethereal blue glow. Blue chains raced out from the wings, forcing Andromeda to arch her body back. The shift sent Shiro to his limit.
“TAKE IT! TAKE MY LOAD, ANDROMEDA!!!”
With a load that was a true geyser of virility, Shiro’s cock filled Andromeda’s womb to bursting. It was the largest creampie he had ever given her, an overwhelming load that spared no part of her cervix or uterus.
“Ohhhh~ohhh~”
For a good few minutes, Andromeda shook on his dick, orgasms hitting her like sixty golden arrows. This last creampie had been enough to give even her pause. White cream dripped down Shiro’s length, unable to be confined to her stuffed pussy.
When she finally separated herself from him, Andromeda saw whole spoonfuls of cum drip down onto the bed. Using her fingers, she scooped up what she could and tasted it.
‘So salty… delicious~’
Slumping to the side, Andromeda wiggled like a worm to the front of the bed. Turning to look at Shiro, her vision was surprisingly sharp for someone who had been fucking for hours on end.
As they lay in that bed together, Andromeda gave her Master an expression that would have made Aphrodite squeal.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Master.”
Shiro smiled back in equal measure.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Andromeda.”
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!
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Featured Girl:
Andromeda
Cup Size: F
Servant Class: Rider
Personal Comment:
“Master is such a loving husband… I will ride him all the way to the end of Oceanus.”