Fate/Stay Night Fan Fiction ❯ Fate/cachexia ❯ Natural One ( Chapter 1 )

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Warning: This story contains explicit (and not so explicit) sexual content. Read at your own risk.

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Begin – Natural One
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She gave a sigh.

Glancing around the street, she only half-noticed the few dozen people roaming it. During daytime, it was unlikely to encounter any Masters, or Servants for that matter. Nighttime was when the war took place.

Still, it was a good opportunity to scout the city out. Even with her Servant's strange power, she hadn't had the time to explore too much, and it left a bad taste in her mouth that she'd left such a glaring error in her battle tactics.

'Why then,' she thought with a snort, 'am I scouting out the market?'

Glaring at an innocent looking bookstore, she continued on without a word. She couldn't really explain her bad mood; it was like a cloud of ill tidings was hovering over her head since she had woken up. Her Servant's usual attitude hadn't helped.

Originally, she simply left to clear her mind. Randomly wandering without a single thought crossing her mind. It wasn't too long however, before she realized how stupid walking about without a clue was, and had decided to give a shot at committing some of the areas more suited to her advantage to memory.

Unfortunately, the ill air about had apparently sapped all her intelligence, and she hadn't really made any progress.

Tightening her gloves on reflex, she looked around again, realizing she was zoning out. Giving her head a shake, she started gazing about in earnest.

'First things first,' she thought. 'I should be looking someplace other than the market.'

Walking at an even, unhurried pace, she was just about to depart from the shopping district when she felt it.

Pulse.

Like a heartbeat in resonance with her own, it was the feeling of unmistakable power – of a threat. Her eyes narrowed to slits as she quickly, but discreetly scanned the area. It took a single sweep to find the source – the white hair an attention drawer.

Her vision tunneled. She immediately rushed after the man as he disappeared around the corner of the street, getting an angry squawk from a woman she pushed aside to go after him.

Rounding the corner, she saw the man just out of sight, and started running. While her element of surprise might be ruined, it wasn't like she could fight him in such a crowded area anyway. Still, the opportunity was good. Unless Masters had a habit of sending out their Servants to do groceries, she might be able to slay an enemy before he could summon any aid.

Losing sight of him for a second, she turned onto another street and found him missing with a pile of various supplies lying on the ground.

'Damn, he knows I'm here.'

Glancing about, her eye twitched.

'Shit. I didn't even notice.'

She'd been lured into an empty part of town. While there was a chance of someone seeing them, it was very small given the time of day.

'Cramped fighting space.' She shrugged. She was a close range fighter anyway, so even in a side alley it didn't matter.

Then an attack came.

Her senses flared a warning, and she threw herself into the ground, narrowly dodging the flying arrow as it struck the ground.

Her eyes darted up and found the man perched on top of the fire escape with a look of intense concentration on his face. His clothing had changed, and instead of casual wear he was now garbed in a mixture of black body armor and red cloth.

'Shit,' she cursed as she realized her blunder. 'This guy's a Servant.'

Not giving herself time to think, she forced herself up and dashed forward at inhuman speeds, not allowing him to shoot another projectile in the cramped space. Throwing a kick, she jumped up and bashed the stairway, rattling it enough to unbalance her foe.

"Hm!" The man discarded his bow and leapt down, his hands now grasping on twin blades.

The moment he hit the ground and took a swipe at her, she knew she was outmatched. Even at close range, the speed of a Servant clearly outmatched that of a magus.

Barely deflecting his strike with her magic enhanced fists, she threw herself back to gain some distance.

He wasn't going to allow that.

Sprinting after her, his blades struck again and again without relent. Luck, apparently, was on her side however, as what strikes she couldn't dodge she was able to deflect. In terms of comparison, it was like a peasant being able to survive a battle with a master duelist. Stumbling about, she was somehow able to not die. She was completely on the defensive however, and it was only a matter of time before her luck ran dry.

Moreover, or perhaps it was part of the reason for it, she was distracted. Her focus was so absolute on her opponent that she didn't even really notice, but her insides were starting to heat up. Not from battle adrenaline, but due to arousal.

A flare of maryoku was all that saved her.

Both of them jumped back as the energy faded, scanning for another threat while keeping an eye on one another. Neither of them moved.

After a few seconds, and still no sign of another opponent they were at an uneasy pause.

Then she felt it. The dizzying feeling of heat that had been consuming her senses overwhelmed her. Her knees weakened, and she hit the ground in a knelt position with her head bowed.

He hesitated.

Perhaps it was due to a confidence that he would be able to react if it were a trap, or maybe it was simply a feeling of uncertainty at her lose of composure. Nevertheless, he paused.

And she struck.

Dashing forward in a burst of speed, she prepared to… to?

Her focus was nonexistent; she didn't ready her attack, and rushed towards her enemy without truly thinking on her next move.

It didn't matter. Her action caused her opponent to freeze just as well as a stunning blow to the solar plexus.

Her lips mashed against his in a heated, thoughtless act of passion. Her brain simply wasn't functioning right, but at the moment she could not have cared less. His hands shook, and she felt cool steel tickle the sides of her neck.

She ignored it.

Perhaps the combat-orientated part of her already realized that it was hopeless to fight it, but she acted if the two blades, moments away from parting her head from her torso, did not exist. She drew herself into the kiss, a small, almost inaudible moan escaping her mouth as she did so.

The weapons cut downwards.

However, instead of the briefly painful feeling of death's grasp, she only felt herself grow lighter. The tight, yet unrestricting, tailored coat fell off her in pieces. The short swords in his hands disappeared, and he grasped her head as he returned the strange kiss.

Holding themselves there for a few moments longer, they broke off in unison. She felt her lungs burn in protest, and belatedly realized that she hadn't drawn a single breath since her dash forward.

Uncaring, she gazed at her opponent in undisguised lust. His eyes returned her look with one of curious consideration. Their vision locked for a time, almost as if in a communication of minds – expressing their intentions to one another. A part of her screamed; yelled at her to resume the battle, to take advantage of her enemy's confusion.

Again, she ignored it. Instead, she reached forward and lightly traced the materialized body armor that hung tightly around his torso, briefly marveling at the seemingly perfect, sculpture-like body. Her smile grew as her hand snuck around his back and cupped one of his firm buttocks in hand; a small sigh of pleasure came from her lips. Even though the gloves wrapped around her hands, the feeling of was exalting.

His expression had lost its considering look, returning to that of his almost palpable confidence. His own hand reached out and grasped her right breast, squeezing the globe of flesh lightly through her clothing. Still smiling, she brought herself up and snatched at his lips once more. This time teasingly, she lightly bit at his bottom lip, and then pushed her tongue into mouth. Meeting clenched teeth, she poked at them, imploring his jaw to relax. Immediately, he relented, but scraped the appendage with his teeth in warning.

His hands had moved, and were now firmly grasping at her derriere. Kneading the supple flesh, he looped his thumbs around and tugged at her pants. Shucking the clothing to her ankles, he pulled her panties down until he could freely massage her behind, inciting a muffled groan from her.

Her own hands idled, running through his white hair, as she continued to suckle his tongue. Quickly growing annoyed at the lack of sensation, she paused momentarily to tug off her leather gloves. While she did so, his hands stopped teasing her ass and leapt up to her front. Grasping at the cuffs of her shirt, he forced her to straighten her arms downward as she finished her removal of her gloves. As he pulled on it, she felt several of the top buttons fly off like they were sewed on by paper. After unveiling her bosom, he didn't bother to remove her blouse all the way, leaving it around her waist.

Struggling briefly, she pulled her arms free from the minor restriction. Her frown lost its heat as he pulled down her bra and began to milk at her breasts. His left hand was placed on the small of her back, allowing him to elevate her slightly as he stooped forward to suck on her nipple.

"Ahh…" A loud sigh of bliss accompanied the rush of pleasure. Allowing him to treat himself, she brought her hands downward and cupped his front. A wicked smile twisted her lips as she felt the bulge. Grasping at it through the cloth, she started stroke it. Erratic, uneven movements – up and down, up and down. Her grin widened as she felt him tense, a barely audible groan – a wisp of hot breath tickling her moist breast.

Somehow, it was a surprise when his other hand reached down and returned the favor. As strange as it was, she hadn't quite been aware of how wet she was – how ready she was. His fingers slipped into her heated vulva like it was sucking them in.

She froze. His thumb brushed up against her protruding clit and she came. An orgasm ripped through her, causing her to pause.

"Nggh!"

More liquid splattered onto his hand as she tightened her tentative gripe on his erection, her breath hitching as she tried to continue through the buzzing of pleasure. Ignoring her distraction, he continued to suckle at her breasts, and simultaneously massage her clitoris and inner walls.

Feeling a sense of frustration at his dominance, she fumbled at his pants, searching for, and finding the buckle. Another moan shot out of her mouth, and she forcefully pulled at his clothing. Quickly being rewarded, she dug into his underwear and grasped his heated prick in a tight hold. Allowing a smile to go with her blissful groan, she pulled down his undergarments and started to pump his dick in one hand.

Licking her lips, watched him straighten, a tiny groan escaping him as his head pulled away from her breasts. Her gaze as lustful as it was amused, but she quickly shut her eyes as she stretched upwards to meet his lips. Neither of them stopped their ministrations as they kissed, enjoying the sensations far too much to even pause.

Her leg hooked up, sliding up his thigh as she drew herself closer. Their hands bumped into each other as she closed the distance between them, restricting their movements.

Breaking the kiss, he stopped his motions and brought his hands up to her shoulders. Pausing, she allowed him to spin her around, forcing her back against the brick wall. Looping his arm around her other leg, he hoisted her into the air.

Her hand aligned him to her, and without a word he thrust into her. For a moment, she became breathless. The feeling of his erection entering was – to her mind – perfect; a magnification of the sensations that had accumulated to that point. It wasn't a sensation of pleasure, but rather, one of oneness – fulfillment. The feeling grew fainter after his second thrust, but that quickly changed as her thoughts were consumed by the building orgasm just out of reach.

His own pleasure was obvious, with grunts escaping his lips with each motion, and perspiration slipping down his bronze skin. Her own breath hitched in tune, the same movements controlling her bliss.

In a brief sense of wonderment, she realized that she wasn't moving. His hips were the ones pounding against hers.

'How… good would it feel if I was moving with him?' Her airy mind held the thought only for a second before it faded into the sexual haze. It was still enough.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, tightening with bone-crushing strength. Straddling him, she started to move her body against his.

"Hahhh!" She grunted, the sensation almost making her freeze. She didn't. She did not want to the pleasure to stop, and continued to thrust her hips against his.

'I was… right, it feels wonderful.'

His hands were gripping her buttocks so tightly it hurt. They aided each of her thrusts, pushing her hips against him own. The force was such that she felt like her she was being crushed.

She didn't care. The pleasure far eclipsed the pain. Even if it hadn't, the feelings that had overcome her during the battle were such that a painful coupling would not have deterred her. It didn't matter at all that a few minutes ago she was plotting his death, and that it very likely would have ended in her own life being tore apart. For some reason, during the battle, before it or whenever, she was struck by a need for the man. It was a reasonless motivation that slowly consumed her—completely overwhelming her control with her utterly oblivious to it.

"Haah!" His groan of exertion signaled his limit being reached. Moments later, she felt a hot flood of liquid coat her inner walls. Unabated, he continued to thrust into her despite the surge of electric-like pleasure distracting him and his declining erection. It was enough. For what seemed only a few seconds later, her breathing hitched as she groaned out her own release.

"Gahahh!" Her fingers clenched tightly into his back. If not for the body armor still in place, they would have torn his flesh apart.

"Haah… haa…ah…" Twitching, he pulled his now flaccid prick out of her seeping vagina. There was a pause. Their ragged, even breathing was the only sounds that came from the out of the way alley.

Her hand twitched; its ligaments gave a snapping noise as it shook off the stiffness of having been so tightly clenched onto her lover's back. Consciously forcing the limb off his armored skin, she brought it up to her chin, wiping away the saliva that had escaped her mouth unnoticed during their coupling. Her other arm, wound around his broad neck tightened, forcing his head closer to hers and allowing her to grasp his lips into another kiss.

Unlike their previous, prolonged caresses, these were short smatterings of joined lips. Breathing became calmer as they continued to lightly, tenderly kiss. The seemingly affectionate exchange was such that they could have been mistaken for devoted, yet secret lovers recently finished with a planned tryst. Perhaps that might not have been far from the truth, if one ignored that they had been – and still were – enemies not a few minutes ago.

His right hand started to massage her breast. Lightly fondling the globe, he drew his mouth away from hers and began to trace a path of kisses down her pale neck.

Giving a sigh of pleasure, she reached down and started caressing his genitals. Wrapping the fingers of one hand around his semi-erect cock, mindless of the fluids coating it, she began to gently pump it up and down. With her other, she began to massage his testicles, rubbing the oval-like glands while also using her forefinger to trace his prostate.

His trail of kisses halted at her shoulder, and after a short pause at the tip of her collarbone, he moved his lips to the side of her head. When his teeth lightly scraped her earlobe, she gave a tiny shudder from the sensation. It was not powerful, but the feeling it incited added kindle to the heat in heat within her belly.

Jerking his cock faster now in response, she let out a hissing breath as his right hand crept down to her buttocks and, after a brief grope of her derriere, started to finger at her anus. Never actually entering the tight orifice, his moist fingers tickled at the skin around and at the opening. Just as with her ear, the sensations were not strong, not by themselves. However, the countless tiny ministrations were beginning to build up and drive her up the wall.

Drip. Drip.

The near inaudible noise was strangely loud. Like an echo, deafeningly blunt in its repetition. Liquid slid down her thighs in abundance, splattering onto the cement tiles of the alley.

Without a word, he pulled away, letting her droop slightly as she suddenly became dizzy. He gently set her upon her feet, and maneuvered her to face the wall.

Understanding came as his left arm wrapped around her abdomen, half supporting her as she focused her weight against the building. His right hand palmed hers as he leaned towards her. His heavy breath against her ear incited a small quake of anticipation in her limbs. Feeling his cock against her behind, she shook her hips, rubbing the organ between her cheeks.

"Ah…" She felt him buck his hips in response, a hiss of air against the side of her face as he groaned. Material heated from his body warmth molded against her back, his arm pulling her against him as he began to thrust his lubricated prick in between her buttocks—masturbating against her.

Licking her lips, she leaned against the wall, her aching breasts squashing into the cool brick as her left hand reached down. Sticking two digits into her vagina, she began to finger her sex. Rapidly sinking the fingers in and put while thumbing the top of her vulva, she groaned along with her unexpected lover.

Hot liquid splashing onto her back caused her to pause in masturbating, but only momentarily. Concentrating on the warm ejaculate coating her back and the inside of her shirt, she continued to wheeze out pleased moans, his tongue against the side of her neck making her pleasure heighten even more.

Trailing up from the crevice of her shoulder to her cheeks, he lightly ground at her ear, before leaving a swath of light, burning kisses as his mouth returned downward. As his left hand abandoned some of its support to clasp with her fingers vigorously pumping into her sex, she felt hers nerves peak once again.

Squeaking out hoarse, wordless noises, she almost collapsed before his left hand pulled her back up. She couldn't feel her legs—or anything but bliss, for that matter. Her nerves were alit, almost as she was burning in an inferno of orgasmic energy. Her tongue lolled worthlessly, unable to properly vocalize the screams of joy she wanted to give. Her body felt like it was pulsating, to the tips of her nipples into the ends of her toes, it bubbled in delight.

For a brief instance, as her vision darkened, she thought she was going to lose consciousness, but the orgasm—disappointingly—began to abate.

"Fahh…fah…" Her tongue was still useless—numb, but even as her incomprehensible words of encouragement left her mouth, he had already begun.

Pulling off, he grasped at her thighs and once again hoisted her body up. Turning, he leaned against the wall she had been drooling on and held her to his back.

The sperm still lining her spine and shirt mashed together, causing her to inhale sharply at the unexpected—pleasant sensation. He ignored the semen soaking through and shook her slightly.

Blinking out of her momentary stupor, she reached down to grasp his penis—once again wonderfully erect. Aligning him to the mouth of her vagina, she gave the shaft a few playful strokes. Immediately, his arms sagged, dropping her onto his erection.

She choked, unable to swallow her own spittle as a gasp was forced out her throat. She bucked her hips, but the even as she abandoned her own need for air in favor of copulating, he shrugged his shoulders again. Again. Again. Involuntarily, her body rose from and sank back onto his prick, causing more groans of pleasure to issue from both of her throats.

His limbs shook from the exertion, but the tremors merely enhanced the experience. She grit her teeth as another orgasm quaked her body, and more of her juices spilled from her sex. Flailing her arms about, she finally was able to find a perch as she grasped at his face. Hanging her arms around his neck, she began to pump her hips in time with his.

As their thrusts synchronized, they fell into a blissful, repetitive pattern. Fluids churned as his bronze phallus curved into her vagina, seeming to strike into its apex with every hump. Spent ejaculate and lubricant dribbled out as the force of each consecutive thrust of his penis and squeeze of her inner walls pushed the fluid about.

His grunts became hoarse; the strain of supporting her while his body was struck with continuous pleasure with each movement taking its toll. Despite that, neither of them changed position or pace, the climax being far too close.

Her breath hitched, her insides seemed to tighten more every passing second, as if preparing for a blow—an anticipation of sexual gratification. She turned moaning out her pleasure, but the noises only came out as rough hissing. Her throat was far too busy with the simple—painful—wonderful process of breathing. Every intake of oxygen seemed to fuel body's bliss.

It was a transcendent moment. Dimly, she longed for it to continue on forever. Each thrust more orgasmic than the last, every breath a bellow of air into the furnace. Yet she also wished for the final climatic end, the finishing touch that she might kill her with bliss.

But even as she was contemplating the seemingly unending coition, she felt its peak.

"…!" Some sort of noise came out of her mouth, but she couldn't hear it. She was deaf. She couldn't see. She felt liquid hotter than she thought imaginable squirting into her—coating her insides, and than encompassing her entire being.

She wasn't aware of anything. She may have blacked out, but even as her consciousness starting to reassert itself, she wasn't certain. Her eyes ached, and as tried to focus, she immediately knew why. Rolling them back from attempting to gaze at the tops of her sockets, she saw the dark alley.

Harsh breathing in her ears alerted her to her lover still holding her in the air. Feeling—which she had never consciously been aware of losing—returned, and the liquid dribbling down her chin, and her thighs became noticeable.

"Hah…chh…" She became aware of her own heavy breathing—strained, and nearly choking for each gasp of air.

Dimly, she realized she was being lowered to the ground, and unsteadily, she grasped at the wall. Stabilizing herself as best she could, she watched the nameless Servant adjust his clothing, and handing her own—the ones not ruined, at the least.

Taking her clothes without a word, she watched the white-haired man peering at her curiously, before seeming to shake himself, and depart without a word.

Blinking, she let out a sigh, and pulling on her soiled clothing. The moon hung in the air, illuminating the alley dimly. She wasn't even aware how long they had been copulating.

Neither was she aware of the reason for her sudden lust, but given that it had saved her from death—and instead, delivered her into possibly the most gratifying situation of her life, she wasn't going to question it—for the moment.

Peeking out of the alleyway, she noted that the supplies that had been discarded by the Servant were gone.

'What kind of Master sends a Servant to do grocery shopping?' She shook her head, telling herself it didn't matter for the moment.

For the moment, she simply wanted to go back to the manor and rest. The Heaven's Feel could wait for one day at least.

Turning and fleeing the scene without a backward glance, Bazett never even noticed the instigator of the event atop the brick building with a look of utter shock on her face.

"What the fuck?" Caster peered at her gloved fingers in askance, but a sudden idea stopped her from contemplating anything else to do with the rude woman.

"Oh, Souichirou-samaa…"

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End – Natural One
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Not pre-read.

Be careful of who you're shoving to the side. Magi who cast thaumaturgy via divine words are serious fucking business, even when they roll a natural one.