The Emiya residence was silent under Fuyuki's moonlit sky, the air thick with unspoken desire. Shirou Emiya stood in his bedroom, auburn hair tousled, golden-brown eyes locked on Artoria Pendragon. Saber, her golden hair loose, wore only a thin blue nightdress that clung to her petite, lithe frame, her emerald eyes smoldering with need. The years since the Holy Grail War had deepened their love, and tonight, alone, that love burned hotter than ever. Shirou stepped forward, his scarred hands cupping her face, and kissed her fiercely, lips crashing with a hunger that left no room for words. Artoria moaned into his mouth, her hands tugging at his shirt, nails grazing his skin as she pressed her body against his.
Clothes fell away in a frenzy, Shirou's shirt and trousers discarded, revealing his lean, battle-scarred torso. Artoria's nightdress pooled at her feet, her pale skin glowing in the moonlight, breasts small but perfect, her thighs trembling with anticipation. Shirou's hands roamed her body, gripping her hips, pulling her flush against him. His arousal, hard and insistent, pressed against her stomach, drawing a gasp from her lips. "Shirou," she whispered, voice husky, her knightly restraint shattered. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the futon, their mouths never parting, tongues tangling in a desperate dance.
They collapsed onto the soft bedding, Shirou's lips trailing fire down Artoria's neck, sucking at her pulse point until she arched beneath him. His hands found her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples into stiff peaks, eliciting soft cries that spurred him on. Artoria's fingers dug into his shoulders, her hips grinding against his thigh, seeking friction. "Please," she gasped, her voice raw, and Shirou obliged, sliding a hand between her legs. She was wet, slick with desire, and his fingers slipped inside her, curling just right, drawing moans that filled the room. Her eyes, half-lidded, locked on his, urging him deeper.
Shirou's restraint snapped. He withdrew his fingers, earning a whimper from Artoria, and positioned himself between her thighs. Her legs parted wider, inviting, and he entered her in one smooth thrust, her tight heat enveloping him. Artoria cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets, her body arching to meet his. Shirou set a relentless pace, each thrust deep and deliberate, their hips slapping together in a primal rhythm. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, her nails raking his back as she matched his intensity, her knightly strength evident in every roll of her hips.
They shifted, Artoria pushing Shirou onto his back with surprising force, her eyes blazing with desire. She straddled him, guiding him back inside her, and rode him with a fierce grace. Her golden hair bounced with each movement, her breasts swaying, and Shirou's hands gripped her thighs, anchoring himself as she took control. "Artoria," he groaned, his voice thick, watching her pleasure unfold. She leaned down, kissing him hard, her moans muffled as she ground against him, her rhythm faltering as her need built to a fever pitch.
Shirou flipped them again, pinning her wrists above her head, his thrusts growing erratic. Artoria's legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper, her cries sharp and desperate. "Shirou!" she gasped, her body trembling as her climax hit, her walls clenching around him tightly. The sensation pushed Shirou over the edge, his release surging through him, hot and overwhelming, as he spilled together, their bodies shuddering in unison. He collapsed against her, their breaths ragged, sweat mingling on their skin.
But Artoria wasn't done. Her hands roamed his chest, nails tracing his scars, and she pushed him onto his side, her lips finding his again. "More," she murmured, her voice a sultry command. Shirou grinned, his arousal stirring anew, and pulled her leg over his hip, entering her from behind. The angle was deeper, more intimate, and Artoria's moans were softer now, a quiet symphony as he thrust slowly, savoring her heat. His hand slid to her clit, rubbing in tight circles, and she bucked against him, her second climax building fast.
They moved together, bodies slick with sweat, each thrust a testament to their insatiable need. Artoria's hand reached back, tangling in Shirou's hair, pulling him closer as she kissed him sloppily, tongues clashing. Shirou's fingers teased her relentlessly, his thrusts steady, driving her to the edge again. She came with a shuddering cry, her body tightening around him, and Shirou followed, his release spilling inside her, their shared pleasure a white-hot blaze that left them breathless.
They didn't stop. Artoria climbed atop him again, her stamina boundless, and guided him inside her once more. She rode him slowly now, her hands braced on his chest, her eyes locked on his. Each roll of her hips was deliberate, drawing out their pleasure, and Shirou's hands worshipped her body, tracing every curve. Their climax came together, softer but no less intense, a quiet explosion that left them trembling in each other's arms.
As dawn's light crept through the shoji screens, Shirou held Artoria close, her head tucked against his chest. They kissed lazily, hands still exploring, unwilling to let the night end.