A WARNING: Pornography below, specifically of the yuri variety.
This little bit of fiction was inspired by the above image.
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Begin – Three's company
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Not unlike her freefalls into the owner of the household, Ilya attacked her. Sensing her leap up into the air, the crash against her was not as the blonde had expected, at all. The younger girl's crotch smash into her derriere, and ended up inciting an entirely different feeling than she had tensed for.
"Nnahh!" Far worse was the fact that she could not contain the bliss-filled moan that escaped her lips as the albino's arms wrapped around her as she grounded her hips against her buttocks.
"I-Ilya, please let go!" She was not powerless, it would only require a certain application of strength to break Ilya's hold, but the position was such that it would almost be that an aspect of her Servant prowess.
"Oho…" Saber couldn't see Ilya, but she could easily imagine the mischievous grin lighting her face. "So, Onii-chan likes it from behind, does he?"
The world seemed to freeze for Saber. An unbearable feeling of heat rose to her face at the bull's eye.
Then Ilya ground her crotch again.
"Nghh!" The pleasurable feelings that shot up her waist were not just from a physical standpoint. Almost as if it were reality, she felt Shirou bending over and inserting his cock into her. Again and again, he thrust, unrelenting as she screamed in bliss.
"N-No! Ilya… s-stop!" Saber didn't even realize her knees had weakened to the point of crashing to the floor. Her limbs shook, and she realized that she was truly helpless against the short girl now atop her. Like a traumatized soldier who felt the ghosts of his anguish haunting him each time he entered the battlefield, it was not just Ilya's assault she felt.
"Heheh…" Ilya's breath tickled her ear in a horrible fashion, fanning the flames between her legs to greater heights. "How perverse, Saber, making such lewd noises when I'm just being playful."
"Y-you…" Whatever she was going to say was lost as Ilya grinded her hips again. "Ahh!"
Drip. Drip.
Fluid. Her body's juices had long ago started seeping into her undergarments, and by now had already begun its way down her thighs. Droplets flung themselves onto the floor as her quaking displaced them.
"Haha…" Ilya's voice grew thick in glee; fully aware of how much every little action she took was affecting the Servant. The cloth of her blouse rubbed so painful against her erect nipples, forcefully so because of the white-haired girl's tight grip. The slow, steady breath on her neck, into her ears grew heavy, causing a more erotic sensation then Saber thought could be possible for the appendages.
And the grinding, steady and maddeningly slow, Ilya rubbed her crotch against Saber's posterior. Her vulva ached painfully, feeling neglected as so many parts were stimulated in such a lovely way.
"T-too much…" Saber's breath hitched. Her body's sensitivity seemed heightened; every motion seemed to aggravate her in some erotic fashion. She felt close to a peak, a torrential release of bliss.
Ilya nipped her ear.
"AHH!" Saber's scream tore through the halls as she felt an orgasm flush through her system. Pleasure in a way she had experienced only a handful of times, flaring in her brain.
Then Ilya was off. The weight that had started supporting at some point lifted, and Saber collapsed fully onto the wooden floor.
"Ahh…hah…" Saber peered up with a dazed look, seeing only a face full of lust before the other girl turned away and ran towards the dining room.
"I-Ilya what wa—"
"Ahaha! I just got Saber a little wet, Onii-chan." Ilya interrupted her Master. "Don't worry, she'll probably be here as soon as she changes."
Mechanically, Saber pushed herself off the floor, realizing the truth of Ilya's statement. Her panties, and also much of her skirt was soaked in her own juices. The front of it appeared as if she had an accident, urinating without first removing her clothing.
Feeling a slick sensation on her chin, Saber scrubbed the saliva off her jaw and walked towards the room Shirou had given her. For whatever reason, when Rin had seen that her older outfit had been pleasing to her, the Tohsaka heir had provided her with a full wardrobe. Besides several other identical uniforms, she had a variety of other clothing. As such, it was of little difficulty to switch her soiled clothes for another pair.
Not sparing her discarded clothing even a glance as she left the room, Saber quickly passed through the hallways and slid the door of the barring her way to dinner aside.
"Shirou, Illyasviel." Saber acknowledged as she sat down and quickly lost herself in the glorious meal. Smalltalk was hardly necessary when such a feast was before her, but Shirou's voice was always a pleasant music to her ears as she soaked in the ambience.
It wasn't until after dinner had been consumed fully that Saber finally came around to retribution.
"Illyasviel, I wish to speak with you about your… clumsiness. Please come to my room later."
The smirk that flashed across Ilya's face melted into smiling nod.
Standing, Saber left the room and returned to her supposed sleeping quarters. Only rarely had she actually slept in her own futon in the past many weeks. While the Emiya residence had many visitors, the only ones living there were herself, Shirou and… Illyasviel. As such, the relationship between Shirou and herself had rapidly advanced in terms of… activity.
They were not careless in their affection, but even with planned moments and convenient times, Saber was aware that the third resident of the household was not stupid—or naïve. The reason for the impromptu assault was obvious, and while Saber dimly contemplated solutions, her desire of requital was precedent.
"Saber?" Ilya's voice interrupted her internal thoughts.
The girl was in the doorway, a look of faux innocence on her face. "You wanted to talk to me?"
"Indeed…" Saber didn't stand from her kneeling position. "Please come in and shut the door."
Ilya complied, entering the room and closing the sliding barrier. She glanced about, spying the discarded clothing, before making a show of sniffing the air. "My, what an… interesting aroma, your room has…"
"Quite." Saber grit her teeth, before relaxing. "It is sort of… musk, if you would. Shirou has the scent about him all the time, as you might have noticed."
Ilya flinched.
'Bull's eye.' Saber controlled a smirk.
"O-oh… is that so?" Ilya sat down opposite of Saber.
"It is." Saber nodded dismissively. "But that is not why I called you here, is it?"
"Ah…" Ilya blinked, before a grin sneaked its way onto her face. "Oh, yeah. You wanted to talk to me about my 'clumsiness', righ—"
"Ilya," Saber stood up. "The walls are very thin, here."
"H-huh?" Ilya instinctively leaned away from Saber as she blinked in confusion.
"To be more blunt, it would be best if you did not… scream."
Applying the energy she did not waste in breaking Ilya earlier hold, Saber darted over to the pile of clothing. Grabbing several articles of cloth, she pounced before the other girl even realized she had moved.
"Hemh?!" Ilya attempted to protest, but Saber stuffed her panties into the girl's mouth before anything but a syllable could escape.
Ilya gagged on the soiled underwear, but Saber had her pinned down. Her knees were pressed against the smaller girl's arms, effectively rendering them immobile. Ilya's feet kicked, but her stature made it impossible to do anything but flail her legs uselessly.
"I have been curious, Ilya." Saber hummed conversationally as she tugged at the skirt she had taken from the pile. "How often do you masturbate?"
"Ghgh?!" Ilya's eyes widened comically, and she paused in trying to tongue the soggy panties from her mouth.
"If I were to guess," Saber murmured as she gave a final yank on her skirt, ripping it. "I would estimate that it is at least twice daily."
"Uughh…" Ilya's cheeks turned a cherry red, her eyes straining even more as she looked at Saber in shock.
"I am not stupid, Ilya." Saber leaned down, her voice growling. "How long have you been spying on Shirou and myself? How long have you been sneaking glances at our intimate moments with lust addling your mind?"
"Nngh." Ilya gagged again, her throat constricting as she tried to swallow with the cloth in her mouth.
"For quite some time, I assume." Saber nodded and finished tearing her skirt into strips. "And for that, and earlier this evening… I believe I shall put you through a fitting punishment."
Looping one of the strips of cloth in one hand, Saber took hold of Ilya's wrists and eased off slightly, before wrenched them above the girl's head. Despite the girl's feeble struggling, she quickly bound her hands. Her knees still not allowing the smaller girl to bend her arms, Saber took another strip and secured the gag. A quick turnabout allowed her to bind Ilya's legs with equal ease.
"Mmhh!" Ilya struggled fruitlessly, her humiliated visage lit with indignation.
"You think this undeserving?" Saber smirked. "What I am about to do to you is little different from what you did to me earlier."
"…" Ilya stopped struggling to stare incredulously at Saber.
"Oh, yes, Illyasviel…" Saber gave a quiet laugh, her finger trailing the other girl's jaw, down to her neck. "Do not forget that I once held a woman to me as a husband."
Planting a light kiss on the spot that her finger just vacated, Saber's fingers began to slowly unbutton at Ilya's dress.
"I see hesitation in your eyes, Illyasviel." Saber murmured lightly, her eyes glancing upwards to lock onto her captive as she kissed the girl's skin. "For what I wonder…?"
"Are you thinking, 'perhaps I deserve this?'" Saber snorted lowly. "Of course not. You're wondering, 'how good is this going to feel?'"
"Mmh!" Ilya's indignation rose up again, and she resumed her struggle.
"Do. Not. Move." Saber threatened, her eyes glaring. "The more you struggle, the more I shall make you beg later."
Uncertainty sparked in Ilya's eyes, but she continued to fight against Saber. The Servant's left hand pinned the other girl's to the floor while right finished unfastening her blouse. Lowering her kissing, Saber avoided Ilya's headbutting. A light shift was the only bit of clothing blocking her way, and Saber quickly ripped it away with only a slight strain. Such garments weren't meant for durability.
Ilya's tiny bust was open, and Saber dipped down to lick at one of the erect nipples. Lightly, her tongue caressed the tit, while her right hand softly massaged her breast.
"Are you… enjoying this, Illyasviel?" Saber paused to murmur as she noticed the girl's motions halting. In response, the gyrating continued with a muffled cry. Saber smirked to herself before switching to the other nipple while her right hand continued to knead.
She engulfed the small teat in her mouth, suckling it as her tongue whipped about the nub of flesh. Her fingers curved, ever so lightly scratched against sensitive skin as they circulated.
"Nnhhh!" Ilya jerked, but her shouts were growing less frenzied.
"Illyasviel…" Saber whispered, slowly blowing a cool breath onto Ilya's heated flesh. "Surrender to me."
Ilya went limp.
As Saber looked up at the other girl, a tiny whimper made its way past the gag in Ilya's mouth, the tears forming in her eyes making a pitiful image.
"Tell me, Ilya…" Saber's right trailed downwards. "Do you want me to stop?"
Ilya's head shook in a simple 'no'.
"That is good," Saber smiled. "I would not have, had you even wanted it. But if you do not want me to stop, you must want me to continue, yes?"
A nod.
"Mm." Saber murmured. "You want to feel good? You want to writhe in pleasure?"
A nod.
"I will let you, but it will only be on my terms." Saber pushed herself up until she was face to face with Ilya. "Do you agree?"
A nod.
"Good." Saber situated herself onto Ilya's torso. "I will remove your bindings, but you may not remove the gag, and you will not move until I instruct you to. Not even a centimeter, is that understood?"
A nod.
"Good…" Saber grabbed at the bindings, ripping them apart with ease in a deliberate display of strength.
Saber nodded as Ilya kept her hands in place, even as the bindings were removed, and quickly ripped the ones around the other girl's legs.
"Now, move your hips a bit..." Saber hands tugged at Ilya's skirt, removing the clothing as Ilya complied with the order.
Ilya's underwear was still in place, a simple pair of white panties—similar to the ones now lodged in her mouth. A noticeable damp spot soiled the white into a darker color.
"Ilya…" Saber breathed. "Have I gotten you wet?"
"Mmh…" Ilya squeezed her eyes close, a blush creeping onto her cheeks, before giving a nod.
"Mm." Saber tugged at the panties, pulling them downwards until they hung onto Ilya's ankles. "Good, now stay as you are."
Saber crawled until her face was facing Ilya's belly, and then planted a kiss near the navel. Slowly, her tongue poked out of her mouth and started to trail downward. All the while, her right hand was gently fiddling with one of Ilya's nipples, alternating between massaging and pinching the protrusion.
As her tongue reached the top of Ilya's vulva, Saber paused. Her breath hit the engorged button of flesh teasingly, inciting a whine, but Saber's mouth kissed the area right above it before shifting to the side.
Saber's left hand tickled at Ilya's lower lips, circling them slowly as her tongue trailed away down to Ilya's thighs.
"Nnh…" Ilya shuddered as her body was visibly kept in check. Her eyes strained closed and her toes curled unconsciously.
Pulling her right hand away from its massaging, Saber grasped Ilya's leg as she alternated between kissing and nipping at the skin of her inner thighs. Slowly pulling the limb upwards and slipping her panties off at the same time, she suckled her way to Ilya's foot, gently sucking on it before backtracking.
Ignoring the muffled whimpers emanating from Ilya's mouth, Saber switched the hand teasing at Ilya's vulva, before repeating the suckling motions onto her other leg.
Glancing at Ilya's face as she did so, Saber saw the girl's hands clenched into fists, with liquid peeking out of her closed lids.
"Ilya…" Saber's voice was not above a whisper, but the other girl opened her eyes in response. "Have you ever seen Shirou's penis?"
Ilya hesitated, before nodding.
Placing her leg back onto the floor, leaving both limbs in a spread position, Saber shifted so that she crouching between the girl's thighs.
"Then, close your eyes…" Saber ordered her in the same low tone. "I want you to imagine, Shirou leaning over you…"
Waiting a moment as Ilya did as instructed, Saber suddenly inserted two of her fingers into Ilya's vagina.
"Ggh!" Ilya's eyes bulged, and a rush of fluid splattered against her fingers at the penetration.
It was hardly accurate to compare Shirou's phallus to her fingers, but Ilya's vagina was tight—extremely so. Just the two were strained in the fleshy canal.
'Hm. Perhaps I was overestimating her masturbation habits?' Saber wondered briefly as she pumped her inserted fingers of one hand, while massaging the more sensitive parts of Ilya's vulva with the other.
Ilya gave a muffled cry, and her body thrashed, an orgasm seeming to overtake her.
Stopping her motions, Saber moved forward. Gently untying the knot of the gag, she pulled away the cloth, and took back the panties.
"Ilya?" Saber peered at the other girl, whose girls were unfocused. "Answer me."
"Wuh…wh-what…?" Ilya coughed, blinking as if coming out of a stupor.
"Lick this." Saber held her fingers, still slick with Ilya's juices, in front of the girl's face.
"Ah…" Ilya swallowed hesitatively, before slowly extending her tongue to the fingers. "Ahmm…"
Engulfing the digits into her mouth, the girl gave a small grimace, but suckled the flesh. Her tongue peeked out from her lips to slid onto Saber's palm, grabbing at some more of the fluid.
"Good…" Saber hummed, pulling her hand away. "I am sorry."
"H-huh…?" Ilya looked startled, peering at Saber in surprise. "Sorry?"
"Yes, however" Saber paused. "Before we get into that…"
She stood, and quickly pulled at her skirt, dropping it to the floor.
"I am not quite… satisfied." Saber peeled away her panties, now the second pair she had soiled that day with her vaginal juices.
Dropping the undergarment to the floor, Saber sat back down and gestured. "Lick this."
"Ah…ah…" Ilya swallowed audible, nervousness showing clearly on her face, but crawled awkwardly over to Saber. Shifting her hair to the side, Ilya slowly extended her tongue, licking at some of the fluid trickling down Saber's thighs.
"Hah…" Ilya panted, nervousness—or perhaps excitement—causing her to breath heavily.
"Mm." Saber hummed, the feeling of Ilya's breath against her sex enhancing her excitement.
Ilya's tongue didn't delay agonizingly as Saber had done to her, and instead immediately started to lap at the sensitive nub in front of her. Cautiously, Ilya inserted a finger into Saber's vagina, still licking at her clitoris. Her single digit feeling somewhat tiny, Ilya pushed a second finger as she started pumping.
"Hm…" Saber closed her eyes briefly. "Good… like that…"
Ilya, encouraged by the small words of praise, started working with less caution. Pursing her lips around the button of Saber's vulva, she began to suckle it while twirling her tongue about in her mouth. Her fingers continued to rapidly thrust in and out of Saber, finally inciting an involuntary spasm from the blonde girl.
Saber shuddered, letting a groaning sigh escape from her lips.
"W-wow…" Ilya froze in motions. The image of Saber thrashing violently from Shirou's stimulating emerged from her mind, consolidating with the view in front of her.
"I see," Saber gasped out. "That you understand…"
Until that point, Ilya had every truly felt a part of their coition. Having already been the observer for weeks and weeks, she still felt like the voyeur. Always gazing in. Seeing Saber writhing in the same manner as when copulating with Shirou, the realization that she was actually part of a mutual bout of desire shocked her.
Saber reached out and cradled the side of Ilya's face. "You've been simply watching a bit too long, Illyasviel… I regret to say that I did not take your feeling into consideration."
"B-b-but…" Ilya stammered.
"Quiet." Saber ordered. "I cannot say that anything will work out satisfactorily, but… when you and I have finished, I believe that the three of us need to talk."
"T-talk…?" Ilya stared wide-eyed at her.
"Mm." Saber sighed pleasantly. "First, however…"
Cupping Ilya's face, Saber's hands slid down onto the other girl's shoulders, before pulling her up and placing her onto her back.
"Like this, Ilya." Saber grasped one of Ilya's legs, pulling it over her thigh. At the same time, Saber lifted her leg and copied the position in mirror image.
Smiling gently, Saber began to gyrate her hips, inciting Ilya to moan in response. Slowly, Saber switched from a circular movement to a bucking one. Her grin faltered into one of abandon as one of her jutting arcs caused her clitoris to scrape against Ilya's.
"Ilya," Saber gasped out. "Move your hips… like mine."
"R-right…tgh!" Ilya's skin was perspiring. Even as she tried to concentrate on shifting her pelvis against Saber, her movements paused with every scrape of her sex. "S-Saber… I can't…it…"
"It's fine, Ilya…" Saber panted in exertion. She reached forward to grasp at Ilya's buttock to stabilize the other girl against her, using her other arm to steady her own body. "Just, like this… is fine…"
Ilya's head gave a bob—or perhaps simply a jerk. Her eyes seemed to glaze as spasms of bliss caused her to flail about. It was incredible. Just the slightest movement caused jolts of pleasure to surge through their bodies. That the pleasure from the entanglement of limbs' was greater than precise manipulation at their most sensitive spots seemed ridiculous, but the results could not be denied.
Unable to find a support, Ilya fell back against the floor, forcing Saber to shift her position forward to continue. Placing her right arm beside her foot, Saber grit her teeth as she felt an orgasm building to its peak. Ilya's face expressed just as much pleasure, her gasping mouth unable to vocalize her words except as mewling sounds.
She jerked, a shuddering arc of joy blossoming from the tips of her toes to her dazed brain. Muffling her own cry of pleasure against Ilya's shoulder, she was not even aware of the other girl mimicking her actions as she too felt an orgasmic rush. Only as pain sprung up in her shoulder did she realize that Ilya had grit her teeth in object bliss.
"Hah…" Saber gasped for air, her motions having halted, but the beating of her heart not having stilled. "Ilya…"
"Y-yes… Saber…?" Ilya's voice was hoarse, her stifled cries still having roughened her throat.
"That was… very good…" Saber smiled.
"Oh… hah…" Ilya laughed. "Y-yeah…"
"I think th—" Saber's thoughts halted as see noticed that the door was open.
"Oh." Saber blinked at the stunned face of her Master. "Shirou, what an… interesting timing."
Saber spoke as if her and Ilya's body weren't still wrapped around each other, that the blush rising to her face was solely from the finished copulating.
"Ily…ber…?" Shirou slurred his words as he stood in the doorway with a look of utter incomprehension on his face.
"Ah, yes…" Saber pulled herself off the now mortified Ilya, whose shock was probably even greater than the intruder, her face frozen.
"Actually, this is a good opportunity." Saber sat in stanza, ignoring her own nudity. It wasn't like she had to be embarrassed in front of people she had sex with. "I believe the three of us need to talk… about, ah… things."
Shirou fainted, crashing to the floor with a heavy thud.
"Well…" Saber felt mildly offended, but hid it. "I suppose that gives you a chance to put your clothes, Il—"
Ilya was equally unconscious.
"Honestly," Saber sighed. "They're like siblings."
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End – Three's company
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