Okay, no more porn for me for a while. Maybe.
Archer/Rider/Shinji and Archer/Rin/Shinji ahead. Crackish. Maybe.
Rin Tohsaka’s Guide to Prana Recharging
“Seriously? Shinji, you’re a piece of work.”
Three of them stood in the doorway to a lavishly decorated room: crown molding, silk drapes, a bed in the center that looked big enough to comfortably sleep an entire football team. The floor was carpeted in a lush material that gave when stepped on, curling around the foot and toes in an inviting manner. A sitting space to one side had a flat-panel widescreen television to view, and an inordinate number of pillows accented everything. It was, in all, a bedroom suited for royalty.
Shinji Matou smiled from where he stood next to one of the bedposts, his chin up like a victorious prizefighter. “Only the best for Tohsaka-san,” he said.
Rin glanced to the other two over her shoulder. Archer looked noncommittal as always, a hand on his hip, though he had his head tilted in a way as to watch Rider. It was clear that he still did not completely trust these potential enemies and was wary of the situation, and Rin knew without having even looked that her Servant had catalogued all kinds of information about the room and the building in case a fight broke out. Rider on the other hand was harder to read, her arms loose to one side, her posture unconcerned. Without being able to see the woman’s eyes, it was difficult to tell whether she was even paying attention, and her posture was mute on what she thought in all of this.
Rin shook her head at the absurdity of it all. “Alright, Shinji…I’ll give you that. I suppose it could have been worse.”
When she had confronted the boy over his potential involvement with the boundary field placed around the school, armed with the information Shirou had passed along, Shinji had at first been reticent with his plans. But after Rin had explained that she set Archer up on a nearby building and had commanded him to rocket the Archery club building if she didn’t get any answers, they had come to an impasse. Shinji could neither confirm nor deny if Rin was bluffing, and when the reasoning came out it was clear that Rider had little ability to defend against such an attack.
“I have no other way to provide her with energy,” Shinji had said, bitter and defensive.
So, in exchange for a method to provide his Servant with energy, Shinji had Rider drop the barrier. When Rin said they should meet in a neutral location to figure out the ritual, Shinji had guided them to an overpriced love hotel in Shinto, far away from both the Tohsaka and Matou estates and with far and away greater privacy than perhaps many other locations afforded them.
“Kind of stupidly perfect, actually,” Rin muttered to herself. “So…I guess Rider, you need to go be next to Shinji.”
While the woman Servant did so, Archer huffed his disapproval. “Why am I here, again?”
“Because you wouldn’t trust the two of them alone with me?” Rin supplied. She wanted to add a jab to her Servant’s attitude, but what happened in front of her shot that from her mind. “SHINJI! What the hell are you doing?!”
Shinji already loomed over Rider, the Servant having laid back on the bed as if prepared for a funeral, her expression insofar as could be seen beyond her visor completely indifferent. Shinji had already discarded his uniform blazer and pants and was halfway in the process of pulling himself out of his boxers. “What?!”
“Can’t you see that Rider isn’t anywhere near ready?!” Rin held back on the urge to hit the boy over the head—maybe even both of them. She moved up and pointed to the long-haired Servant. “You can’t just shove it in and call it good!”
“Oh? So there’s some foreplay you want to engage in, Tohsaka,” Shinji said, smirking, emphasizing her name with his silkiest voice. “I didn’t peg you for the romantic type.”
“You idiot,” Rin grumbled, even as she colored at his words. “The point of the exchange isn’t just for you to get off. You have to synchronize yourselves, be of one mind, for this to even work.” Though he had not said or done anything other than follow her over, Rin slammed her heel back into Archer’s foot, knowing the man had an expression she had to wipe right off his face. He gave a little grunt of acknowledgement to her strike, though the thick leather and steel toe must have deflected most of her force.
Shinji stared long and hard at her. “So, what? I really am fucked, aren’t I? Rider’s useless in this sort of situation.”
Rin could have sworn she saw a frown of complaint form on the purple-haired Servant’s lips. If just for a moment.
“Going to mock me now, Tohsaka?” Shinji ground out. “Yeah, it isn’t like I haven’t tried this, you know. I’m not a complete fool. But nothing ever worked, and I thought you were going to show me what was wrong.”
“No, geez…ah, just, hold on.” Rin turned to level her stare at Archer. “You, get over there and get her ready.”
The way Archer’s eyes bugged out momentarily seemed strangely familiar, though Rin gave up on further consideration when he said, “What the hell do you mean, ‘get her ready’? Are you a moron? That’s an enemy, not your morning tea.”
Rin glared in return. “Are you a moron? I told you to do it, so you’d better comply!”
A snicker over her shoulder had her glancing back to Shinji. “Guess I’m not the only one with a useless Servant,” he said. “Maybe he’s impotent.”
Archer was not even paying Shinji any attention, his eyes locked on Rider, who still laid there unmoving and unimpressed by the situation around her. Even so, she was still a Servant, still capable of ripping any one of them a new hole where their spine should be. He spared a single look to his Master, who had her arms crossed and was impatiently tapping her foot. “Give me a reason, and none of that ‘I’m your Master, do as I say’ nonsense you default to.”
Rin sighed. “Get it out of the way and we won’t have to spend any more time with them than we absolutely need to.”
Snorting out a half-amused, half-disgusted sound, Archer said, “Compelling.”
“Just get over there,” Rin grumbled.
The Servant in red complied, though he clearly tensed as he approached Rider; in turn, Rider sat up and regarded Archer warily, at least so far as Rin could make out. The two stared each other down—or at least, Archer stared, and Rider met his gaze—before Archer sighed, gave a helpless shrug, and kneeled onto the bed. He tentatively reached out to touch Rider’s cheek, and when the woman did not react either by flinching away or by jabbing her dagger into his throat, he leaned forward and touched his lips to hers.
Rin was surprised, watching them. She was surprised that her Archer would show that kind of modest sincerity, as his kiss was almost sweet in its delivery. She was not the only one, either, as Rider seemed a little stunned at the gentle motion, her chin tilting slightly when he withdrew, like she was even reluctant for it to end.
“Oh come on, now,” Shinji said, “we’re not going for a moonlit walk, you two.”
Rin almost laughed at that. Almost.
Archer moved around so he was behind Rider somewhat, tilting her head to capture her lips once more. The woman gave a faint sound—pretty much the first thing Rin had heard from her the entire day—and her legs moved apart, slowly, as if beyond the Servant’s power. Archer’s fingers slid down her dress, down to the exposed skin between her skirt and stockings, brushed against her body in a way that made even Rin give an unconscious gasp. He pulled at her skirt, and the material slipped up her body, exposing a simple black barrier between body and Archer’s goal.
Shinji had pulled his own underwear off at that, and though Rin turned her head away, she could not help but continue watching from the corner of her eye as the two Servants “engaged” each other, their tongues battling for dominance, while Shinji stroked himself slowly. The boy seemed fascinated with the way Archer’s fingertips danced over Rider’s thighs, then moved up to swirl along her body through her panties, Rider’s hips swaying upward to meet his touch.
“Is that better, Rider?” Rin asked, considering that was the whole point.
“Y-yes,” the woman admitted, “I…thank you?”
“Hey,” Shinji said, glancing back at Rin, then to Rider, “what’s the difference, then?”
“Well,” Rider said, then let out a girlish gasp, lighter than sounded fitting for her Amazonian build, “you never asked?”
“Tch,” Shinji clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Stupid woman, you should’ve said something then.”
Rider made to reply, but she whimpered instead as Archer slipped his fingers past her barrier and into her, twirling in faint circles. She let out a deeper gasp, then reached back to brush her hand along Archer’s inner thigh, flicking at the belts he wore. “Maybe…you should…”
Sighing, as if it were a reluctant task, Archer dismissed the armor and shroud he wore, made to take off the tunic he wore beneath. The moment he did so, Rider twisted her body enough to press lips to his exposed pecks, flicking her tongue along a nipple. The tensed reaction she got did make Rin giggle, her Servant’s face a little stunned when it cleared his clothing.
“Even better idea,” Shinji said, and he went to pull the zipper to Rider’s dress, unhooking it just enough to pull it right down her body. He flung the dress aside, hitting the floor at the same time Archer’s trousers went. As if were a sin for a man to be exposed first, Shinji just pulled at Rider’s underwear, snapping the fabric before Archer had his clear of his body.
“Master,” Rider complained.
“Shut up,” Shinji said. “You can get more later.”
Shinji’s mouth and hands went to her breasts, digging his fingers into her flesh and sliding his tongue down her sternum, then back up to one side. Rider got her legs beneath her and rocked up on her knees, pressing Shinji in closer to her body as Archer moved back up behind her. She felt the enemy Servant’s cock brush up just beneath her, touching where she was wet lengthwise as if to tease her. She managed to turn her head as if to look over her shoulder at him, a daring smirk meeting his amused expression. “Not impotent,” she said.
He snorted. “Not in the least.” He hooked his arm around her body and pulled her back, rubbing himself completely along her warmth and between her legs, then pulled his hips back.
Rider tried to pay attention to him, but lost it when she felt Shinji’s hand snake down to where she had just felt Archer rubbing against her, the smaller boy’s fingertips tweaking her clit. She bit the inside of her cheek when she noted her Master staring up at her with a grin.
“Don’t you dare forget that this is about me,” Shinji said.
“Of course, Masuuuuaahhhhh.”
Archer’s fingers, wet with saliva, crept up between her cheeks and into her ass, causing a shiver to run along the woman’s body from toe to head. “I hope I’m not intruding,” he said, almost with a completely straight face. “Since I won’t be the one providing you with anything, I thought this might do.” When she had relaxed against him, he moved his body up into her from behind, his cock still wet with her excitement.
Hissing like an excited snake, Rider leaned back against Archer’s chest, arching her back, her arms coming up above her head and circling around to run through the man’s white fringe. The view presented seemed too much for Shinji, who immediately leaned forward into her cleavage, sucking on each of her breasts in turn once more. That earned another pleased sound from the woman, angling her body to press into her Master while slowly rocking her hips along Archer’s intrusion.
The boys both let out sighs of their own, Archer’s hands curling around Rider’s taut stomach, one diving back for the juncture of her legs. With another swirl of his fingers, he pried Rider’s legs further apart until her body was open for Shinji. “Now she’s ready for you,” Archer said.
Shinji needed no other persuasion, drawing himself up to Rider’s body and pressing his cock into her, in tandem as Archer thrust up and toward him. The two held Rider’s body between them as they started a rhythm, and Shinji gasped at the warmth that pulled him deeper into his Servant’s body. “Damn, you’ve never been like this,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Y-yeah,” Rider moaned, tossing her hair to one side. The moment she did so, Archer’s mouth latched onto her shoulder, causing her to tense half in fear, half in excitement. “Ohh,” she moaned, leaning her head back against Archer’s opposing shoulder, her chest pushing right into Shinji’s collar at the same time.
Watching them, Rin let out a moan herself, unable to stop her body’s reaction. She settled down into the lounge space, leaning forward on the back of the couch as if she could both hide and watch like some kind of voyeur. She had long since given up on not-reacting, one hand beneath her skirt, the other trying to clamp down on her mouth to keep in the noise she made involuntarily.
Her Servant noticed, though.
As Rider’s moans grew to a crescendo with each thrust from the boys, Archer brought his hands up to the woman’s bouncing chest. Each stroke into her was smoother than the last until they were fully in synch, though even Shinji, as apparently experienced as he was, looked to be drawing out early by the pleasured stimulation from Rider. Remembering the touch of excitement from his playful biting earlier, he pinched one of her nipples harshly between his fingertips. “So those chains aren’t just for show, Rider?”
“Give me…five minutes and you could see up close,” Rider said, though her harsh breathing denied any fire from her words. An especially hard shove from Shinji brought a gasp, though she tried to purse her lips over it.
In time with Shinji’s next thrust, Archer threaded his free hand into Rider’s hair and tugged, the woman’s head arching back in response. Her mouth flew open and she let out a breathless moan, and Archer felt her clamp muscles down on them both. That seemed to pull Shinji in as well, who bit his lip to stifle a moan of his own, burying his face into Rider’s shoulder.
Archer withdrew from the pair completely and in one motion was up and strolling over to Rin. The girl was staring after them in a daze, her eyes locked on his hardness. “Feeling left out?” he smirked.
“S-shut up,” she moaned, shuddering. The wet noise her body made as she stroked herself suddenly seemed louder than before, like it was waiting to embarrass her. “Just g-give me a minute.”
“I can do more than that, you know,” he teased, hand on his hip in the same way he always did when clothed. “I did say to you that you undoubtedly had the best Servant, didn’t I?”
Whimpering, Rin stared down at his length, unable to help herself. She slowly crooked her head over the back of the sofa and flicked her tongue to his tip, tasting both the musky flavor that had to belong to Rider and a harsher, saltier taste like sweat. Moving her lips over him, she leaned into him, sliding his cock further into her mouth, taking the taste further in.
“That’s nice,” Archer said, his voice a lot more gentle than she thought she had ever heard it, “but not exactly what I meant.” He pulled himself away, circled around. Rin watched him, even more in a daze, the scent that he carried with him too much for her already-overblown perceptions. She didn’t struggle at all when he knelt down behind her, flicking her skirt up and sliding her soaked panties down her legs.
When Archer’s tongue crept up the back of her thighs, Rin felt her body shudder and her ass bob in place, demanding his touch. He complied, his tongue moving into her, and she mimicked the motions she had watched earlier, rocking her body back into the ticklish intrusion.
“Aaaahhhhhhrrcherrrrr,” she moaned, whimpered, mewled. His tongue pulled back teasingly, then dove in to her clit, swirling around her like her tongue had to him moments before, and she shuddered in long-awaited climax.
The dazed feeling she had before went to overdrive, to the point that she zoned so out that she thought, the moment that she had a clear thought, she might have passed out. As she clawed her way back to full consciousness, she moaned again in sensory overload as Archer’s hips smacked into her ass, and she realized he was literally fucking her into unconsciousness.
Groaning, the girl tried to clamp down on him as best she could, tried to make this as difficult on him as possible even if she was only halfway aware of what was going on. She tightened her hold on the sofa’s cushion, tried to tighten herself around him with each penetration, then gave up. He slid into her far too easily, his hands on either side of her ass, and she could not help but shove herself back to meet his movements.
“My, what a sight.”
Rin dazedly turned to find that Shinji had made his way to her side, his hand stroking himself slowly as she moved. She realized he had been watching her, and while the thought brought a blush flying up her neck and to her ears, she was not displeased at his arousal over it. “Can I help you?” she said, the first thing that came to mind.
The grin on Shinji’s face widened to dangerous proportions. “Oh, most definitely,” he said. Moving to sit himself up on the sofa’s back, he slipped between Rin and the furniture and guided her face closer.
Without hesitation, Rin slipped him into her mouth, her tongue swirling about, realized she could taste that same strong presence that had to be from Rider. Her head bobbed into his lap, though she struggled to breathe, Archer still pulsing into her body from behind. Shinji’s hands slipped through her hair, then took hold of her twin-tails and held them as leverage, shifting so he could thrust into her himself.
Moaning around his cock, Rin felt the same pressure build up into her as before, a terrible excitement over being ravished by these two at the same time, and she met both intrusions as best she could, until she felt Archer’s grip tighten at the same time the muscles in her legs clenched. Even as that happened, Shinji kept her head to his lap, clutching her as close as he had to Rider, forcing her to continue with her bobbing motions until she felt him spurt inside.
The three of them all collapsed back onto the furniture, Rin between them. They panted for breath, though as Rin tried to simply regain functional thought, she felt Archer’s hands still stroking her rear beneath her skirt, felt Shinji nuzzle his nose into her neck and slip his hand up beneath her shirt.
She sighed, but refused to fight it off. Just this once, maybe, she would let them be something other than involved in a life-and-death war.
End?
When Rin returned to the Emiya estate that evening, she felt sore, but more importantly, extremely embarrassed to walk through the front door like nothing had just happened. She dismissed Archer to stand watch on the roof, and her Servant had given her a smirk of knowing amusement, the kind of look that said I know exactly what you’re feeling right now, don’t deny it. She really did not want to deal with it; trying to act normal in front of Shirou and Saber would be hard enough as it was. It was like the entire world was different to her now.
“I’m back,” she announced, slipping out of her shoes and strolling into the living room. She froze when both Shirou and Saber looked up to her intensely as she entered, for a second fearing that somehow, everything that had just happened showed. “W-what?”
“Well,” Shirou started, “I know we teamed up to fight off Berserker and all…but there have been some things concerning us, er…yeah.” He scratched the back of his head nervously.
Saber said, “Although it would be helping us, we thought that if it is for the purpose of defeating Berserker, you would not mind.”
Rin let out a long, shuddering sigh, feeling her legs turn to jelly in relief. “Ah. So what’s the request?” She did not mind, ultimately, because neither Shirou nor Saber were at all the types to turn around and backstab her in all of this. Even though she had said just for Berserker, she knew that in the end, it would be longer than that—
“We wanted to know if there was a way so that I could provide Saber with prana, since the regular Master-Servant thing doesn’t work for me,” Shirou said.
Rin smashed her head against the table, loud like a hammer. She took it back; they were betraying her, right now. She managed, “I’ll explain it to you, and if you still want to do it, I guess we can work it out…” even as her body began to feel warm again.
And when she was done with her explanation, when Saber had flushed red in the face, she turned her gaze on Shirou, who stared back with wide eyes, a sign of processing failure. “Come again?”
Rin hated how her body responded to those words.
…End…?
Shinji burst through the doorway to Sakura’s room, flinging the door open so hard it crashed into the wall and creaked on its hinges. “Sakura!”
The purple-haired girl jumped a good hand span from where she sat on her bed, brushing her hair. “W-w-what is it, Nii-san?” she asked, immediately curling in on herself.
Shinji rushed over to her, knelt at her side and grabbed her by the hands before she could even flinch away. He beamed at her, like she had never seen in his expression ever before. “I have to thank you, have have have to thank you, for letting me be the Master in this stupid war!”
She blinked at him. “…Did something happen?”
“Only the best day ever!” He basked in the memory, his grin splitting his face. “My dreams are fulfilled! I’ll never want for anything ever again!”
“O…okay?”
“To show you my appreciation,” he said, shoving her onto her back, “I’m going to share something with you!”
Sakura’s eyes went wide and fearful, but only for a moment; they were quickly replaced by a lull in her eyelids, her cheeks flushing pink. She jerked slightly, briefly, then her head fell back and rolled about in absolute pleasure. “Nii-san…” she moaned, feeling better physically than she ever had.
End
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