-Ay, we get a "new fic" from the Pimperor~ Instant upload since it's Shirou pretty much being a hentai protagonist going from world to world, right now the multicross is Dresden Files, RWBY, FGO, Sailor Moon lol, and Ranma!
Sypnosis: In which Shirou, after being told by Zelretch himself that the Path to Avalon was not on his world, goes on a bit of an adventure. First stop, the Dresden-verse...
Rated: M
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Posted on: forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/a-determined-mans-travels-fate-multi.11729/ (Cambrian)
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Chapter 1
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"You won't find what you're looking for here, Shirou Emiya. The Path to Avalon cannot be found on your own world."
The worst thing was, Shirou believed him. Oh sure, the Wizard Marshall had reasons to lie to him, had reasons to want to deceive him… Shirou knew and understood this. But even still, when Zelretch told him that he couldn't get to Saber through his own world, Shirou believed it. After all, had he not already struggled for so long to find even a trace of the woman he'd fallen in love with? Had he not fought his way through challenge after challenge in an effort to reunite himself with Saber once again?
Frankly, having the Wizard Marshall, the one with control over the Second Magic known as Kaleidoscope, tell him point blank that he was looking in all the wrong places… it was honestly a god send. Shirou had been a bit lost by the time Zelretch rolled around. He'd been unsure of what to do with himself, especially since by then, he'd turned the whole world over, looking for a hint of how exactly he might be able to get to Saber.
That was probably why Zelretch had come to him, in the end. Shirou didn't really see himself as overly strong or anything like that. But he knew he was abnormal. He knew he was unnatural. His beliefs, his way of doing things… well, you didn't complete a Reality Marble if you were content with the original reality you found yourself in. To be able to create a whole new world required a… fractured sort of existence.
But even if Shirou knew himself, that wasn't enough to stop him. Saber was out there, waiting for him, and Shirou refused to give up. He did have some responsibilities left in his old world though, so upon being told by Zelretch just what he would need to do in order to finally track down the Path to Avalon, Shirou hadn't immediately gone gallanting off into the sunset. No, instead he'd taken precautions, ensured his continued health, and then looked after his loved ones, burying them when they finally died.
Only then had he gathered his things. Only now was he finally leaving his original world behind. Zelretch had given him a device capable of transporting him to parallel realms, apparently. Another sign that the Wizard Marshall wanted Shirou off of his original world, though why exactly that was, Shirou couldn't have said. Perhaps Zelretch was a romantic at heart? Perhaps he wanted to see Shirou and Saber's Happily Ever After as much as Shirou himself did?
It mattered not. What mattered was getting to Saber, so of course Shirou was willing to use the device. And as it opened a portal in front of him, allowing him to see an entirely different landscape on the other side… Shirou stepped through, all ties and attachments to his old-world dead and buried, all reason for staying finally laid to rest. It was just him now… him, and somewhere out there, Saber waiting for him.
The fact that the world he steps out to on the other side of the portal is more than a little alien is actually encouraging, in Shirou's humble opinion. Looking around, the man, no longer young but also appearing to be in the prime of his life, takes in the alien plant life all around him. It's a fantastical place, right out of some sort of fairytale, really.
Could this be Avalon? Could he have found his beloved this quickly? Shirou furrows his brow at that, something telling him that no, this was not Avalon. His very soul does not resonate with this place like he believes it will when he finally locates Saber. Looking down at Zelretch's device tells him the same, the flickering glyphs and sigils that Shirou has learned to read over the last month while preparing for this trip telling him that he's in someplace referred to as… the Nevernever?
A strange name for a place, isn't it? Shirou hums to himself, even as he continues to look around. He can feel something, or even multiple somethings watching him… but they are recalcitrant in their approach. He wonders why, he's not exactly exuding power at the moment. Outwardly, Shirou looks like a normal human man, red of hair, brown of eye. He's grown into a man's body though, with broad shoulders and a well-muscled but still lean runner's form.
Of course, all of that is just the surface. Beneath the surface is another matter entirely. Perhaps whatever creatures inhabit this Nevernever can sense what he's truly capable of. Perhaps they can sense what he truly is. The corner of Shirou's mouth quirks up at that, and his eyes twinkle just a tad as he gazes around himself, taking in his unseen observers.
"Smart."
But in the end, he can't stand here forever, not truly. And… there's a pathway, right in front of him. It's nothing incredibly civilized, more made of stones buried in the dirt than anything else. But a little further up, it becomes carved out of the hill of stone that Shirou finds himself at the base of, winding up and out of sight, leading somewhere else.
Well, Shirou has never been one to be led by anything or anyone, but just this one… with a soft chuckle, Shirou begins making his way up the stone path, taking his time as he takes in his surroundings. He wants to find Saber, yes, but something tells him that won't be easy nor fast, nor particularly soon. Until he gets a lead, he'll just have to make his own way…
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All four Sidhe feel it, the sensation that something has changed in the Nevernever. How can they not, when they are all so effectively tied to the soul of the world, in the depths of a truly powerful ritual exchange. The Stone Table, the center of the Nevernever, at least in spirit, of not in reality. A conduit of power through which a Faerie Court would gain power depending on who had dominion over it… Summer or Winter. Exchanged between the two Courts at each solstice, the Stone Table was the center of Sidhe Power in the Nevernever. It was an ancient place, a place if both diplomacy and war, of blood and power.
Right now, it was the place where two Queens, one of Summer and one of Winter, were passing their mantles down to their daughters, raising up the Summer and Winter Ladies into their new crowns. As such, despite the fact that all four of the Sidhe felt the arrival of something new within their world, not a single one of them could do anything about it, not until the ritual was complete. They were tied too closely to the Stone Table in this moment, tied too closely to each other. If any one of them had pulled away, the Courts themselves would have unraveled, and the power humming and thrumming through the air would have been lost entirely.
This was the moment in which the Courts of Summer and Winter were at their most vulnerable, to be sure. But that shouldn't have been a problem, because the armies of both Courts surrounded the Stone Table and should have been able to stop and defeat any would-be challenger. The only way that anyone could have possibly gotten past said armies was if they somehow managed to appear on the path up to the table itself… and of course, that should have been impossible.
As the ritual comes to a close, as Titania and Mab come into their new power, becoming the Queens of their respective Courts, and their mothers become the Mothers of Summer and Winter in truth, all four female Sidhe pull back from the table, finally able to. Reveling in the change, it takes the younger two a moment to notice that the Mothers are staring… but not at them, behind them.
Slowly, Titania and Mab turn around and regard the man standing there, staring at all of them and the table expressionlessly. At first glance, he's fairly unassuming. He looks like little more than a mortal human man. Fit and handsome, certainly… but altogether human. That's just the first glance though. Spending even a second longer than that staring at him allowed the two new Faerie Queens to see underneath the surface, to what lay below… and what they saw had their pupils dilating and their lips parting, their mouths beginning to water as their lower lips start to moisten immediately.
"Well… I suppose we'll leave you two girls to it then."
The voice of Mother Winter ringing through the area manages to draw Titania and Mab away from the man, for a moment. Whipping their heads around, the newly minted Queens of Summer and Winter stare at their Mothers, visibly surprised, still unused to being the ones with the crowns and thus all the power. But the old crones that represent Mother Winter and Mother Summer have already turned away from them both and are walking down from the Stone Table in the opposite direction, leaving the two younger Sidhe alone with the man who might as well be Sidhenip for how mouthwateringly desirable he instinctively is.
It dawns on both Titania and Mab in that moment that this is how it is to be from now on. This is their domain now, they are the Queens of Summer and Winter, of their own respective Faerie Courts. In the end, it is their duty to treat with this outsider. As one, the former Sidhe Ladies turn back to regard the strange man who has somehow come upon the Stone Table in the midst of their mutual coronation.
He regards them right back, causing both of them to blush a bit like innocent maidens, despite neither being anything close to that. In the end, Mab speaks up first, her tone as cold and harsh as her element. But Titania knows her fellow Queen well… she knows her sister even better.
"You. Who are you? How have you come to this place?"
The man seems to consider this for a moment, not hesitating, but actually thinking on whether or not he wanted to say anything. In the end, he shrugs.
"My name is Shirou. Shirou Emiya. I'm looking for someone, for a place as well I suppose. Do either of you know anything about Avalon or Arturia Pendragon?"
The two Faerie Queens exchange a glance at that. Of course, they knew of Avalon, the Lady of the Lake was Sidhe herself. Wildfae, but still Sidhe. However, the name Arturia Pendragon… that sparks confusion. Still, in that moment in which Titania and Mab make eye contact, they both can see what the other wants. In the end, there's a silent, near-instantaneous conversation that passes silently and nonverbally between the two of them.
This man before them… they both desire him, and he could easily ignite a war here and now with his mere presence. Perhaps if they were both younger… or even older, such a thing would not have been unthinkable to them. But Shirou Emiya had arrived in exactly the right moment, at exactly the right time. So fresh into their power, so new in their roles as Queens of the Summer and Winter Courts, neither Titania nor Mab wanted to set themselves against one another quite so soon.
No, rather… they both realize that in this instance, they'd be willing to share. Just this once, they can set aside the quite literal differences between them, if it means bedding this stranger.
With that all conveyed in a single simple glance, Titania is the one that steps forward by mutual unspoken decision. The Queen of Summer has a beatific smile on her face as she reaches out towards Shirou.
"Shirou Emiya… I am Queen Titania of the Summer Court. This is my sister, Queen Mab of the Winter Court. It would be our honor to assist you in finding whom you seek. In exchange for this boon however, we will require something from you."
Shirou raises an eyebrow, and it's obvious to both Sidhe that he can see right through them. Embarrassing to be sure, but it will make this easier, they suppose. Reaching down without hesitation, right before the eyes of the two Faerie Queens, Shirou unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants… and pulls out his c.o.c.k.
The mere sight of it is enough to send Titania and Mab both crashing to their knees, the two gorgeous Queens crawling across the ground to where he stands, closing the distance and kneeling before him as they tentatively take hold of his throbbing, pulsating c.o.c.k, basking in his mere presence… though truth be told, there's nothing 'mere' about it, not at all.
Yes… this is what they both want. And what a Queen of the Sidhe wants, she GETS!
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As the old crones had walked off, Shirou had studied the two younger ones a bit more closely. He'd been studying all of them since he'd come upon their little ritual, to be fair, but only then had he actually taken in their appearances. In the beginning, he'd simply been observing the four inhuman females. Ultimately, he hadn't detected any evil or malice in their ritual. There was a sensation of cold, of frost, just as there was the sensation of heat and fire.
Now that he knew them as Queen Titania of Summer and Queen Mab of Winter, it made more sense. Still, there was nothing wrong with the seasons. Winter was cold and unforgiving, certainly, but it was also a time of joy and happiness in the form of exchanging gifts for many. It was a time of play as people made snowmen and snow angels, as they had snowball fights.
Meanwhile, Summer could be hot, it could be sweltering, but that was easily dealt with. In the end, Shirou had allowed the ritual to complete without his interference, and the two crones that had just gotten done transferring their mantles to what seemed to be their daughters had departed, leaving Shirou alone with the younger faeries.
Titania and Mab were… buxom didn't quite cut it. Both of the inhuman women were incredibly bodacious. Their tits were heavy and large, while at the same time being impossibly perky. Their h.i.p.s were wide, perfect for birthing children. Their asses were massive and fat and jiggled along with their h.i.p.s with every movement they made. Finally, their lips were plump.
Mab was an albino beauty, completely pale, almost as white as freshly driven snow. Her hair actually was that color, and while she wore a beautiful ice-blue dress, it didn't do much to contain her immense curves. It did absolutely nothing at all to hide just how voluptuous and beautiful she was. Meanwhile, Titania was also somewhat pale, but with a gorgeous mane of fiery red hair that goes all the way down her back. She too wears a dress in the colors of Summer, warm cozy colors. Almost as cozy as the dress is on her body, tightly clad and barely holding in her massive tits.
They are without a doubt, the most beautiful women Shirou has ever laid his eyes on… or they would be, if they were actually women. Shirou is of course immune to their glamor in a way no other human man would be. Facing down two amorous Sidhe Queens at once? Any man would buckle under that pressure, slavishly devoting himself to whichever would have him and worshipping that Queen for the rest of his days, however many she might gift him.
But Shirou Emiya was not just any man. He was a magus, and he had delved deeper into his chosen magics than most magus ever did. His reinforcement was so high these days, that it had made him functionally immortal, constantly reinforcing every cell in his body to the point that they no longer degraded or died off unless he wanted them to. Shirou himself wasn't technically immortal, but every fiber of his being was unaging because of his magic, which at this point was constantly active, never ceasing, not even when he was unconscious.
Perhaps that was why the two Sidhe Queens were drawn to him? Shirou couldn't say for sure what it was… however, to be fair, it felt like he'd been catnip for women even back when he was younger, back before he'd trained himself quite this high. Maybe it was something about him specifically? Maybe he had something that just… attracted all of the ladies to him.
Though, as he wh.i.p.s out his c.o.c.k and sends both Titania and Mab crashing down onto their knees, Shirou has to admit, they're even hornier and needier than the girls back on his original world. Oh sure, by the end of the day Shirou had ended up with a harem comprised of multiple women, chief among them being Sakura, Rin, and Taiga… but all the same, none of them had been QUITE as whorish as these two so-called Queens before him now.
As Titania and Mab kneel before him, having to squeeze in together to properly position their absolutely bodacious bodies and fat chests in front of his growing c.o.c.k, Shirou just smiles down at them both, raising his second eyebrow to join the first, which has been perpetually climbed up on his forehead for a while now. Seeing him waiting expectantly, the two Faerie Queens grab hold of his c.o.c.k together, letting out matching gasps, even as they lean in and begin to worship his member.
Even Mab, who up to this point has tried to act cold, is quickly melting in the face of Shirou's big fat d.i.c.k. He's reminded of something that Sakura once said of his member, while he was plowing Rin's ass silly, the latter magus a bit of an anal s.l.u.t, at the end of the day. As she'd lovingly petted her m.o.a.ning older sister's hair, the two of them having reconciled long ago, Sakura had generously termed his c.o.c.k 'The Bitch-Breaker'.
Shirou didn't quite know if that was accurate, really. But he supposed, as he looked down at the two Queens, despite their claim to royalty, both could be called little more than bitches in heat at the moment. If he truly wanted to acquire their assistance… it was time to get to breaking. Reaching out, Shirou curls his hands through Titania and Mab's hair, one hand gripping tightly at red locks and the other doing the same with white.
Two pairs of inhuman eyes flicker up to Shirou, even as the gorgeous bimbo-like Sidhe continue to lick and lap at his c.o.c.k. Smiling down at them both, Shirou guides them into position. Titania finds herself coming to the tip of his c.o.c.k, which presses into her plump lips most insistently, while Mab is regulated down to below his rock-hard member, her nostrils flaring as she gets a nice, thick whiff of his ball sack, which is now grinding into her mouth and nose.
Humiliating? Yes. Everything that both Faerie Queens wanted? It certainly seemed so. Titania's mouth opens wide and she takes Shirou's c.o.c.k right down her throat, even as Mab sucks his large nuts into her own mouth one at a time, slurping and lapping and suckling at them to her heart's content. Meanwhile, Shirou begins to thrust forward into Titania's esophagus, going right down her gullet in a way that the bodacious Queen of Summer clearly wasn't used to or prepared for.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
But even as the Sidhe Queen chokes on his c.o.c.k, she's doing her level best to wiggle and writhe her tongue back and forth across the underside of his d.i.c.k. Her eyes are filled with l.u.s.t and adoration, her cheeks suctioned in quite lewdly as her plump lips, all but made for c.o.c.k-sucking, seal around Shirou's girth, allowing her to take him deeper and deeper, as is his clear desire.
Her throat feels like heaven, and Mab's technique, while similarly inexperienced just like Titania's, is still adding something exceptional to the entire encounter. It's not long before Shirou feels his first release approaching. Seeing no reason to hold back, he doesn't. He lets himself c.u.m and allows his seed to flow down Titania's throat as the Summer Queen's glazed eyes go wide from the sudden injection of white-hot spunk into her gullet.
She hurriedly begins to swallow, but he c.u.ms too fast and too furiously for her to keep up with. In the end, a good portion of Shirou's c.u.m flows out of the sides of Titania's mouth as her cheeks do the opposite of what they were doing before, bulging outwards in an effort to keep his load in that ultimately fails. This is for the best though, as it gives Mab below a chance to get a taste of the treat, she'd helped her fellow Faerie Queen extract from Shirou's balls. The Queen of Winter continues to slurp and suck at Shirou's nut sack, even as her tongue scoops up the c.u.m that slides down his length onto her face.
When Shirou is finally done c.u.m.m.i.n.g, he pulls back and uses his grip on the hair of both Queens to drag them away as well. Titania and Mab's faces are in ruins, Titania's cheeks covered in involuntary tear tracks and her chin coated in saliva and spunk, and Mab's entire face glazed over with his seed, even as her tongue works as far out of her mouth as it can to collect more and slurp it up.
Both Queens writhe in his grasp, m.o.a.ning wantonly and clearly desiring more, practically begging for more. Luckily for them, Shirou is still more than hard enough for the two needy whores. After all, he was a Master of Reinforcement. The only decision left to make was which Sidhe he would take first. But in the end, was there really any true choice at all?"
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She was usually the more clearheaded of the two of them. Titania was Summer after all, wild and untamed, fiery and passionate, the time of heat and all of that. Mab, by contrast, was of Winter. Still, she could be just as wild as her sister, and the both of them had gotten up to quite a lot of wild shenanigans in their time as Ladies of their respective Courts.
Even still, Mab prided herself on being cold and aloof. A real Ice Queen, if you will. But this man, this… this strange man who had come out of nowhere, invading their ritual but not disrupting it, watching the exchange of power that nobody before him save for Sidhe Queens had gotten to witness… he was making it impossible to do so.
She's still a little dazed from his release when his grip on her hair tightens, and he begins to drag her along the ground. Titania's yelps, mixing with Mab's own squeaks, tell her that he's doing the same with her sister. They're supposed to be Queens now, supposed to be at the height of their respective power… and this man, this Shirou Emiya was treating them like they were nothing but disobedient brats.
When he pulls them up and bends them both over the Stone Table, that should be the last straw. Mab knows that Titania can feel it, just like she can. If they allow this to happen, if they allow for Shirou to defile them here and desecrate this place as he desecrates their bodies… there will be no going back. They will both be tied to the man forevermore.
And yet, Mab hesitates. She hesitates because deep down inside, she wants to see. She wants to know… who would he take first? When his hands grab hold of her wide h.i.p.s and slide along her dress before ultimately flipping up the back of it and tearing away her undergarments almost contemptuously, the last of the Ice Queen's frost thaws, all of her resistance gives way, and she finds herself waiting eagerly for his c.o.c.k, his big fat c.o.c.k that her sister had been hogging until now, to split her open.
As Shirou presses into Mab from behind, as he begins to spread her slit wide and fill her with his member, she m.o.a.ns. It's a wanton thing, her m.o.a.n. A whorish sound, a s.l.u.tty sound. Queen Mab of the Winter Court, voluptuous and bodacious and altogether bimbo-like Sidhe, m.o.a.ns like a wanton whore as Shirou fills her with his meat, pushing deeper and deeper with every second.
Titania's noise of protest from her side startles Mab from her revelry, and for a moment she fears that the Summer Queen will ruin this for her, that she will finally stand up for both of them as well as the sovereignty of their courts because Shirou has snubbed her for Mab. But then one of Shirou's hands leaves her body and Titania's own m.o.a.ns fill the air as Mab realizes the man is fingering her sister's cunt from behind while f.u.c.k.i.n.g her own cunt with his true c.o.c.k, his big fat d.i.c.k.
A lazy smile spreads across Mab's face, and she gives in to the pleasure. The Ice Queen's eyes roll up in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as Shirou begins to f.u.c.k her in earnest, pounding into her harder and harder, faster and faster. As he f.u.c.ks her bent over the Stone Table, as he plows her in this sacred place, Mab lets the orgasms finally come… and come they do. Again, and again she climaxes around his member. Again, and again, he brings crashing waves of pleasure down upon her, drowning Mab in an ocean of ecstasy and bliss.
She won't be the same after this, she's pretty sure. She can't possibly remain how she is, not when she's being f.u.c.k.i.e.d here, not when she's being pounded into here, in the place of their power. As Shirou Emiya f.u.c.ks her, Mab, Queen of Winter, breaks. Her entire existence becomes nothing more than his c.o.c.k, pounding into her quivering quim from behind. Even as his hand closes in her hair and yanks her head back, she doesn't truly see anything, her eyes rolled back in her skull and a truly f.u.c.k.i.e.d silly expression of pure happiness on the Ice Queen's face.
By the time Shirou c.u.ms inside of her, Mab is in no state to truly, properly enjoy it. But even as broken and insensate as the Winter Queen is from the rough pounding she's received, some small part of her can still feel it, deep within herself. It's not something a human woman would know right away, of course, because humans simply weren't as aware of their full existence as Sidhe were.
But Mab is no human, and as such, she feels Shirou's c.u.m filling her w.o.m.b. She feels his s.p.e.r.m traveling up into her. She feels it as her eggs are penetrated, and she knows deep down, all the way to the depths of her soul, that in that moment, Shirou Emiya has bred her. He's i.m.p.r.e.g.n.a.t.ed her with his child. She's going to have a daughter, a new Winter Lady to serve under her… and it's all thanks to this unbelievable, unforgettable man, who has completely and utterly f.u.c.k.i.e.d her into submission.
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Titania had the same awareness that Mab did, when Shirou dragged them to the Stone Table. She just didn't care, like Mab momentarily had. Having gotten to swallow the lion's share of Shirou's c.u.m load, Queen Titania wanted MORE. After all, for a Faerie Queen, satisfaction did not breed contentment. It simply bred greed. Titania wasn't content with just some of Shirou's c.u.m filling and warming her belly. The Summer Queen wanted to be f.u.c.k.i.e.d, she wanted to be plowed silly… and if Shirou wished to do so over the Stone Table, claiming both her and her sister's power for himself… Titania was already willing to let him have it.
Still, she was upset when he speared her sister with his big fat meat rod first. Even if Titania could understand why Mab got d.i.c.ked first, even if she could see the multitude of logical reasons for it, from Mab being regulated to ball sucking duty during the foreplay, to Mab being the one of them most likely to protest the desecration of the Stone Table and the conquest of their domains… it still rankled.
But Shirou had not forgotten her. The red-haired man had heard her disappointed whining, and a moment later stuck three fingers right up her cunt from behind. Titania had been reduced to m.o.a.ns at that, because even though they weren't the real thing, the man's digits were too good, too skilled at what they were doing for her to do anything but hump back into them, even as her sister broke under his c.o.c.k, even as Shirou f.u.c.k.i.e.d Mab into a m.o.a.ning melted mess of pleasure, utterly ruining the Ice Queen and destroying her in every way.
When he finally c.u.ms inside of Mab, Titania feels her anticipation rising, her desire to get what she deserves welling up once more inside of her. Luckily, Shirou doesn't keep her waiting. He pulls out of her sister, leaving Mab to lay there bent over the Stone Table, weakly mewling and squirming and writhing, but not moving. Then, he moves over to Titania, and he spins her over onto her back, grabbing her by her legs and pulling them up and away so that he can take up position between her thighs.
Looking up into the handsome man's face, Titania m.o.a.ns wantonly and reaches down, tearing her own dress open to expose her massive jugs and her pale body. She rips the dress away from herself so that Shirou can have both access and a view of her gorgeous, bimbo-like form. Her plump c.o.c.k-sucking lips form into an o as she coos, and when he sticks two fingers into her mouth, she sucks at them willingly, debasing and degrading herself before him in complete submission.
She's rewarded with his c.o.c.k a moment later, and Titania's eyes roll back in her head instantly, the Summer Queen not even lasting a moment before she's orgasming explosively around Shirou's big fat juicy d.i.c.k. He fills her to the brim with his meat and then some, before pulling out to do it all over again. After waiting so long, after getting fingered to near-climax by Shirou's digits, but never actually brought over the edge, Titania's squeals her way through release after release, even as her noises are muffled by Shirou's fingers in her mouth, which she continues to suck on diligently.
Eventually he pulls said digits out from between her plump lips and brings his hands to her tits instead, letting her legs fall away and dr.a.p.e off the side of the table. He grabs hold of her b.r.e.a.s.ts near the base, squeezing the giant mammaries harshly and playing with them to his heart's content as Titania writhes beneath him, m.o.a.ning wantonly the entire while.
When he leans down and latches onto a teat though, she loses all semblance of control, her tongue sticking straight out of her mouth and her arms coming up to wrap around his head. But she finds she cannot hold him to one b.r.e.a.s.t for long. He's stronger than her, and he easily moves between her n.i.p.p.l.es, letting her hold onto his hair, but that's all she can do.
He's in complete control, and some part of Titania realizes that that's probably bad, that she's Queen now and she shouldn't be just giving everything up for this man. But that part of the Summer Queen is stamped out quite quickly by the much larger part that just wants more of Shirou's c.o.c.k, that just wants him to jizz inside of her like he did Mab.
In the end, that's exactly what the s.l.u.t of a Queen gets. Shirou c.u.ms within her, filling her w.o.m.b with his seed, and just like with Mab, Titania can feel it as his s.p.e.r.m inseminates her eggs, as he i.m.p.r.e.g.n.a.t.es her on the spot, as he BREEDs her like some… some common broodmare. Eyes rolling back in her head one last time, they don't roll forward again as Titania lays there in a similar state to her face down sister, f.u.c.k.i.e.d into a stupor, into a pleasure coma.
Their eyes are still open, but entirely glassy, their tongues lolled out, drool collecting on their chin, or in Mab's case on the stone beneath her. Both of them twitch sporadically, even as Shirou's thick, viscous seed leaks out from between their thicc thighs, their freshly f.u.c.k.i.e.d bimbo-like bodies splayed across the Stone Table.
As for Shirou…
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He pulls out of Titania with a wet sopping sound, letting out a grunt as his c.o.c.k, still hard, leaves her vice-like cunt. She's certainly tight, but then so was her sister. Both of them are unbelievable s.e.x bombs, and if Shirou didn't know any better, he'd certainly have compared them to the women that made up his harem in his original world and find all of those women wanting.
But he did know better. There was a distinct difference between Sidhe and humans, as he'd quickly discovered. And just because Titania and Mab were built for s.e.x, didn't make them better than the girls he'd spent so long loving from his previous world. It certainly didn't make them better than Saber, who he still fully intended to find and reunite with.
However, as he stands there having f.u.c.k.i.e.d both Faerie Queens into a stupor, he feels something strange reaching out to him. It's the table itself, he realizes. The Stone Table, the heart of Faerie Power… has a bit of a mind of its own. It's not a complex mind, of course, no, it's rather simple in purpose… and that simple mind is offering Shirou control over both Faerie Courts, over Summer and Winter.
Funnily enough, it wasn't Shirou's intention to do this. Despite what both Mab and Titania had thought of his plans, he hadn't HAD a plan, beyond f.u.c.k.i.n.g both of the Faerie Floozies into outright pleasure comas, as he'd managed to do. In the end, he'd only dragged them over to the damn stone table because it was a surface upon which he could f.u.c.k the both of them that wasn't on the ground.
But now Shirou realized what he probably should have caught onto before, when he'd witnessed the tail end of their first ritual. It wasn't a stone table, it was THE Stone Table, with all the capitalizations and emphasis that was required along with that. By plowing Titania and Mab silly atop their own place of power, by dominating them both, f.u.c.k.i.n.g them both, and then breeding them both if the sensation he was getting from the Stone Table was correct, Shirou had effectively conquered both Courts at once, and could now claim dominion over them through right of conquest.
He hesitates now, where he hadn't before. It wasn't like he'd come here looking to become King or Emperor or whatever of two Faerie Courts. In the end, he was looking for Saber. He was looking for the Path to Avalon. But… while both Queens had promised to help him find Arturia if he did this for them, if he pounded them silly… he could tell now that while they weren't lying (they couldn't lie, apparently) they would certainly do everything in their combined considerable power to keep him at their sides for as long as possible.
The Stone Table told him all of this, though not in quite so many words. It was giving him a glimpse into the minds of the two insensate Faerie Queens, defenseless as they both were after being so thoroughly f.u.c.k.i.e.d silly. Shirou couldn't trust them to put their all into helping him… not unless he took control. Not unless he took up the freshly created mantle that the Stone Table had for him.
Letting out a low sigh, Shirou reaches out metaphysically… and accepts. A swirl of power surrounds him and the two Faerie Queens, the Stone Table thrumming all the louder. And then it's done, and Shirou knows that because he can feel a lot more than he could before. The mantle settles on his shoulders heavily, and he looks down to see both Titania and Mab staring up at him with wide, adoring eyes.
The two Queens slide off of the table onto their knees before him and begins to lap and lick at his c.o.c.k with their tongues, cleaning him off as he watches them silently. They are still the Queens of their respective Courts, as it were. Titania is Queen of Summer, and Mab is Queen of Winter. Shirou hasn't stripped their titles from them or altered their mantles in any truly meaningful way. Though he could now, if he wanted. He can tell he has the power to do so.
After all, his own mantle conveys a title upon him as well. As of this moment, Shirou Emiya is the Emperor of the Sidhe, Conqueror of all Faerie-Controlled parts of the Nevernever. Titania and Mab will still have their courts, still transfer power back and forth between one another… still play their parts. But they answer to him now, as do their subjects… and as will their daughters, when both are finally born.
It's all for Saber's sake, Shirou reminds himself. With this, he's one step closer to finding Avalon… and in the end, that's all that matters, really.
This mentality will result in things not changing overly much, at the end of the day. Sure, Shirou is now Emperor of the Sidhe, but he's an absentee Emperor at best. Going forward, he only pops in every once in a while, for this or that, still hunting for Saber, still trying to track down Arturia Pendragon. Mab and Titania are left to their own devices, left to raise their daughters as they see fit.
But of course, any time Shirou arrives in either court, the Queens of Summer and Winter drop everything in order to accommodate him. Seeing this, their daughters, Lady Maeve and Lady Aurora, both develop significant complexes towards their father. He is after all, the only man that their mothers bow to. But he's also still very much Sidhenip. A combination that makes him extremely desirable to the two young Sidhe, as they grow into their own.
But that's a story for another time.
Chapter 2
Obviously, Shirou could not stay in the Nevernever forever. Eventually, he had to move on. This was him doing so, stepping out of the portal and finding himself in a new world. However, this time he does not find himself alone. Of course, he had theorized that he wasn't alone when he'd first stepped through into the Nevernever, hadn't he? It was just that the fae who had surrounded him at the time had known better than to approach as he'd made his way up the winding path towards the Stone Table.
Still, this is definitely different then that. For one, the young man that he enters this world in front of is no fae, though Shirou still senses a certain power to him. For another, the blond boy looks despondent, heartbroken, and weary in a way Shirou is all too familiar with. Of course, the moment he lays eyes on Shirou, he's up on his feet, hand on the sword sheathed at his side.
"You… w-who are you?!"
Smiling kindly, Shirou bows his head in respect.
"My name is Shirou Emiya. You may consider me a traveler. I apologize for disturbing you in your moment of grief."
The boy, for after his stay in the Nevernever, how can Shirou see this young one as anything but a boy, stiffens for a moment at Shirou's words, before his shoulders slump and he hangs his head.
"That obvious, eh?"
His smile still gentle and kind, Shirou nods once, simply, even though the boy isn't looking at him.
"What is your name?"
For a moment, the blond hesitates. Then, he lets out a shaky laugh, still not looking Shirou in the eye.
"The name's Jaune Arc… short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. Ladies love it…"
It is quite obvious and would be quite obvious to anyone with two braincells to rub together, that this Jaune Arc has recently been through a tragedy. Upon giving his introduction, the boy… this Jaune's shoulders slump even further and he sits back down on the log he'd been sat on when Shirou first arrived.
"… Tell me what ails you, Jaune Arc. What tragedy has befallen you?"
Perhaps his time in the Nevernever has changed him, just a bit. He never used to talk like this. Or perhaps it's the Sidhe mantle that even now, Shirou still has access to, that even now rests metaphorically on his shoulders as he stands there, looking down upon the blond boy. Jaune's head snaps up at Shirou's perceptiveness, and for a moment he looks almost angry that the red head would even dare to ask. But that anger is quickly replaced by more despair, like the rest of his fleeting emotions have been. Letting out an explosive sigh, Jaune shakes his head, staring at the ground.
"Where to even begin? I guess… I guess it's all my fault, really. I'm just a fake. I thought I could be a hero, you know? I thought I could make a difference. But in the end, when she needed me most, I failed her."
Jaune couldn't have known, of course. Shirou doesn't sense that sort of power from this boy. Everything he can see and feel tells him that this is exactly who Jaune is. So perhaps it's Zelretch's fault then, some trick of the Wizard Marshall. How else would one explain the way that every single one of Jaune's words struck so close to Shirou's heart? Lips press tightly together as Shirou takes an unconscious step forward, his gaze sharp on Jaune's slumped, head-down form.
"Tell me more."
And so Jaune does. Shirou learns quite a lot about the world he's found himself in during that conversation. Rather than stopping Jaune to ask a new question about something Jaune has said every few moments however, Shirou simply expands his mantle's influence over the area, stretching out his senses. This is how he finds out how prevalent the Grimm are, because the area that Shirou, King of the Fae can exert his influence over… is larger than one of the human's last remaining Kingdoms.
This world is teeming with darkness and malevolence, and only a few bright points remain. But more than that, Jaune Arc has suffered gravely since the fall of this Hunter's Academy, Beacon. His one true love is dead, even if Jaune himself doesn't seem to realize what Pyrrha Nikos meant to him, or what he meant to Pyrrha Nikos. Shirou does though, his mantle telling him this, but also his own personal experiences as well. Jaune and his Invincible Woman… Shirou and his King of Knights.
They truly are quite similar, it would seem. By the time Jaune is done telling Shirou about everything that's happened in the past few months, Shirou is ready to make an offer to the young man. Not only because his mantle is pushing him to make a deal, but also because the red head wants to. He wants to help Jaune, he wants to show Jaune that the young man can be a fake hero and still be proud.
"I have an offer for you, Jaune Arc."
Jaune blinks and finally looks up at Shirou, staring at him in confusion. Shirou smiles back most kindly.
"I would like to make you a deal. Are you interested?"
Confused but not nearly as suspicious as he should have been, by all rights, Jaune c.o.c.ks his head to the side.
"What kind of deal?"
Kind smile splitting into a beaming grin, Shirou offers Jaune a hand.
"I will end the threat of the Grimm for you. I will cut straight to their source and remove it from this world entirely. In exchange, you must make me a promise, and see it through. You must become the rarest kind of hero, in this world and any other… you must become a hero with a happy ending."
Jaune just stares at Shirou's offered hand, visibly nonplussed. His brow furrows in incredulity and he looks between it and Shirou's face, as if waiting for the red head to suddenly turn on him, for the kind smile to fall away and be replaced by vicious malice as Shirou laughs at Jaune for daring to pour his heart out to a stranger. But Shirou is not and will never be that kind of person. Not even the Sidhe mantle can change that about him. Though to be fair, his mantle as King of the Fae hasn't changed much of anything at all about Shirou Emiya… after all, it was made from him, wholly new and completely unheard of before he'd come along.
Regardless, a second stretches into several before Jaune finally lets out a startled, disbelieving laugh. With a devil may cry attitude that Shirou can definitely appreciate, the blond stands again and seizes Shirou's hand in his own, producing a surprisingly strong grasp for how despondent he was mere moments before.
"Sure, why not!"
There's disbelief in his voice as well, but Shirou doesn't mind. In fact, he quite understands it. Flashing a small smirk, Shirou chuckles.
"Good enough."
He pumps Jaune's hand once, twice, and then let's go. Between one blink from the blond and the next, as Jaune opens his mouth to say something else, Shirou disappears, gone in an instant, leaving Jaune Arc all alone in the clearing he'd been wallowing in before the enigmatic red head had arrived. Staring at the spot where Shirou Emiya had been standing in confusion and surprise, Jaune can't help but wonder if he imagined all of it.
Spooked beyond measure, the young man moves to join the rest of Team RNJR, unaware that the destiny he had now been thrust into was one that was rather lewd, due to how Shirou had gained his mantle as Emperor of the Sidhe and King of the Fae. Truly, Jaune had no idea what was in store for him now. The touch of Shirou's mantle upon him would follow him through the rest of his life.
-x-X-x-
It's not hard, finding the source behind the Grimm. With his senses stretched far and wide across this broken husk of a world, Shirou just has to look for the biggest concentration of hatred and malice and negativity. It rests in the heart of the Grimmlands, and as he steps out of another portal, he finds himself staring up at a god's honest stereotypical witch's castle.
Smiling slightly at the sight, Shirou moves forward. As he does so, his mantle showcases Jaune's destiny in his mind's eye. While it's always possible that something will change in the interim, or that Jaune will buck his destiny and reject what Shirou has in store for him, the far more likely path for the young man to take is the one that Shirou is watching unfold before him, even now. There will be highs and lows along this path, but glories and tragedies alike before they're done.
The deaths of Qrow, of James Ironwood, and the final death of Ozpin. The glory of defeating Tyrian Callows, Hazel Rainart, and Arthur Watts. The uniting of the Maidens, under Jaune's aegis. His friends would become the new Maidens, one by one, the members of this Team RWBY would find themselves bestowed with the power of the seasons. Ruby Rose, Yang Xiao Long, Weiss Schnee, and Blake Belladonna.
They would become the Maidens… and they would become his. Jaune would find himself with four beautiful young women, enamored with his strength of will and conviction… and also in love with his big fat c.o.c.k. There might be some hiccups along the way, but nine times out of ten, Shirou saw the four of them working out their differences and deciding that making Jaune happy was more important then their own petty jealousy for one another.
Team RWBY would learn to share a flabbergasted Jaune Arc… right before the harrowing death of Lie Ren. In the aftermath, Nora Valkyrie would be comforted of course. She would join Team RWBY in Jaune's burgeoning harem and find happiness and love again in the blond's arms. So would many other women, most notably an Atlesian Specialist named Winter Schnee, Weiss' older sister. Kali Belladonna, Blake's mother. Sienna Khan, a former leader of the White Fang thought killed by Adam Taurus but in fact held prisoner and tortured until Jaune rescues her and shows her not all humans are terrible.
Even Raven Branwen, though that would not be quite so consensual. Jaune would break the Bandit Woman, before ultimately passing her Maiden Powers over to her daughter via a ritual. Raven would live the rest of her days as the lowest on the totem pole in Jaune's harem, and yet, even she would be happier there then in her disgraceful existence as a self-styled Bandit Queen.
Jaune's tale would truly begin with a Miracle, when he and his harem managed to bring all four Relics together, only to be granted a Wish. In this case, the Wish would be legitimate, unlike in Shirou's own tale, and Jaune would be able to use it to bring Pyrrha Nikos back to life. Their reunion would see Pyrrha rising quickly to the top of his already existing harem, with the Invincible Woman taking all of Jaune's concubines and consorts and mistresses in stride, even as they crowned her his wife, his queen, his ever-lasting love.
The many, many children that Jaune would have afterwards bring a smile to Shirou's face, as does the fact that, in it's time, Jaune's legend would find its way to the Throne of Heroes. Unconventional as it would be, Jaune would in time be exactly what Shirou requested of him… a Hero with a Happy Ending. It was beautiful, it was glorious, it was-
"So then, you've finally arrived."
The angry feminine tone breaks Shirou out of his reverie and introspection, and he blinks upon finding that he stands in the entrance way of a throne room, dying Grimm all around and behind him. The Emperor of the Sidhe blinks again, realizing that he must have been subconsciously moving forward and defending himself the entire time, cutting a swathe through the forces of Darkness arrayed before him without even realizing it.
Making the conscious choice to step forward, Shirou enters the throne room, even as his eyes zero in on the owner of that voice from before, the woman who had spoken those five clipped words with such rage. Salem, Queen of the Grimm, sits before him upon her throne, Shirou's mantle supplying him with all relevant information about her, even as his eyes tell him the rest.
She's distinctly inhuman, that's the first thing he notices. Not like Titania and Mab were, in that they were beautiful fae, beyond the understanding of man. No, the Grimm Queen's inhumanity is distinctly monstrous in appearance, from her starch white skin and hair, to her glowing red eyes, to the red pulsing veins across most of her body.
That's not to say she isn't beautiful though. Much like Titania and Mab, Salem, Queen of the Grimm, is stacked and voluptuous in a way that draws the eye to her massive tits and her wide h.i.p.s and her no-doubt fat ass… though with her currently sat upon her throne, Shirou can't see said badonkadonk quite yet. At the same time though, there's also what she's wearing.
The Grimm Queen is dressed in a skimpy, almost s.l.u.tty dress, one that does barely anything to contain her massive white b.r.e.a.s.ts, her cleavage quite expansive. She's also wearing arm-length fingerless gloves, and thigh-high stockings. She is, without a doubt, dressed to impress, though judging by the furious look on her face, she's not trying to impress him or anything like that.
… Hm, did he wake her from her slumber? Was that why she was so scantily clad? Had she woken up to alarms and rushed from her bed to her throne room to be in her seat of power for his impending arrival, or something? Or was this just how she normally dressed? It mattered little, in the end. Upon noticing her appearance, Shirou's mantle had risen up within him, desiring the Grimm Queen in a most carnal fashion.
The Emperor of the Sidhe within him wished for Shirou to add Salem to his collection of Queens… and truth be told, Shirou had absolutely no problem with that, not at all.
"Are you not going to say anything?! You, who I have never even seen before, somehow encroach upon the heart of my lands in order to singlehandedly besiege my castle and force your way into my throne room. And you have nothing to say, intruder?!"
It's obvious the Queen is… upset, to put it mildly. Smiling slightly, Shirou c.o.c.ks his head to the side and shrugs his shoulders, spreading his hands wide.
"We can do this the easy way… or we can do this the hard way."
Salem's glowing red eyes widen, and her nostrils flare in anger as she clutches at the arms of her throne for all of a moment before lunging to her feet and flinging her arms outwards. Magic swirls in the air… which Shirou calmly reacts to by summoning a Noble Phantasm to dispel the effect she's trying to create. What follows is more of the same. The Queen of the Grimm is certainly no pushover, certainly no weakling. She commands magics that, to much of the humans still living on Remnant, would be considered fantastical.
Not to mention the Grimm. But of course, they weren't much of a threat to Shirou on the way to her throne room. They aren't much of a threat when Salem summons them IN her throne room to defend her either. Slowly, methodically, implacably, Shirou cuts through them and Salem's magics. His mantle protects him, and his arsenal of Noble Phantasms, seared into his mind during a fight with a certain King of Heroes long ago, allows him to cancel out anything Salem can try.
Eventually, they stand before each other in the middle of the throne room, Salem having steadily advanced down from the dais upon which her throne sits, and Shirou moving forward without hesitation, without stopping, until they're merely a foot across. That's when the Emperor of the Sidhe backhands the Queen of the Grimm across the face, sending the disobedient inhuman woman to the ground at his feet with the simple strike.
Standing over her, staring down at her as the big-b.r.e.a.s.ted beauty stares up at him, her glowing red eyes shocked, Shirou sees the moment of realization hit her, when the Queen of Grimm finally admits to herself that she's lost, that he's beaten her. Seeing that in her face, Shirou nods once and then reaches down and tears off her skimpy dress, even as he spiritualizes his own clothing, exposing his impressive physique and letting his even more impressive c.o.c.k flop out, almost right onto her face.
Instead, it grows hard and thick right before her eyes, steadily increasing in size until it casts a shadow over the pale white veiny features of the Grimm Queen. Salem's lips part and her breath hitches as her red eyes cross just trying to take in his length. She stares at it for a moment, and then past it up at him… and then, the Queen of the Grimm spreads her legs apart.
Shirou can read her like an open book, his Sidhe mantle telling him her inner thoughts with ease. Right now, the Grimm Queen is happy to pretend to submit. For her, it's been quite a long time… and besides, she's convinced that she can kill him in his sleep, once he's tuckered himself out while using her body. Smiling slightly, Shirou doesn't disabuse the white-haired Grimm Queen of this notion, instead reaching down to grab a fistful of her bone-white locks and pull her up onto her knees so that she truly is properly at crotch level.
With his other hand, Shirou slaps his c.o.c.k down onto the Queen of the Grimm's face. He's a good man, a kind man, a loving and adoring man… but when confronted with evil and malice, Shirou can be quite hard indeed. On top of that, his mantle marks him as a conqueror after what he'd done to Titania and Mab at the Stone Table. As such, it is in his purview to conquer Salem, Queen of the Grimm, after he has already defeated her and her armies in battle.
Placing his c.o.c.khead against her lips, Shirou speaks a single word command.
"Suck."
Glowing red eyes stare up at him, even as Salem opens her mouth wide and lets him feed his member past her lips and down her throat. Shirou grunts at the tightness, even as he feels the slightest grazing of teeth across his length, the Grimm Queen testing his durability. Unfortunately for her, the Emperor of the Sidhe was not born yesterday. He's already reinforced his body a thousand-fold, and his c.o.c.k is no different, even as it slides down the back of her throat, choking her most assuredly.
Implacable as ever, Shirou begins to f.u.c.k the Queen of the Grimm's face, thrusting into the monstrous inhuman woman's esophagus with all his might.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
Salem was the root of all of the evil in this world. This was what his mantle told him. She was the source behind the Grimm. If he removed her from the picture, the Grimm would go away, and no more would be spawned. It was all Salem, it had always been Salem, and now Shirou was here to put an end to it. As he forces his length down the voluptuous Grimm Queen's throat, he watches her red eyes water, sees how drool collects on her chin as she chokes and gags and gurgles around his c.o.c.k. Her massive rack, n.a.k.e.d and exposed, heaves and jiggles and bounces with the force of his thrusts.
And yet, she's all too eager to submit to him, or at least appear to submit to him. Her plan to slay him in his sleep is still simmering in the back of her mind, even as he skull f.u.c.ks her harder and faster by the moment. But that's alright, because Shirou is far from done with her. With a somewhat vicious grunt, spurred on by his mantle and his desire to see Salem pay for her crimes against humanity, Shirou begins to c.u.m.
Salem's red eyes widen again at this, even as her pale white cheeks immediately puff out from the sudden load, they find themselves with. She tries to hold it in, but in the end his load proves to be too much for the Queen of the Grimm, and she chokes on it as his seed explodes out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth, leaving her looking quite ridiculous. When he finally pulls back, her glowing red eyes look a bit dazed for the first time, and unconsciously, Salem ends up lolling out her tongue and showing off a mouth full of his c.u.m, in a truly s.l.u.tty fashion for all of a moment before he's grabbing her by the hair again and causing her to yelp in pain.
Shirou has already decided how he's going to break the busty, buxom woman. Spinning her around, the Emperor of the Sidhe yanks Salem to her feet at the same time, and then lifts her up off the ground entirely. She yelps again at this, clearly not expecting him to just… pick her up all of the sudden. Nor is she expecting him to put her into a sudden full nelson, Shirou's powerful muscular arms sliding up under Salem's legs and his hands coming up behind her head as his fingers lace together there.
He's holding her fat ass and juicy wet cunt right over his massive, spit-polished c.o.c.k, which even now is throbbing with need. Salem is just barely able to look down and see this over the swell of her fat tits and her folded up body, and as she stares down at his c.o.c.k, Shirou doesn't need to see her face to be able to seen the tremor of trepidation AND anticipation that goes through her at the sight.
He waits until the anticipation gets to be too much for her, he waits until he can feel that she's opened her mouth and is about to say something… and then he drops her down, impaling her upon his c.o.c.k right then and there. Whatever Salem might have said, whatever the Grimm Queen might have wanted to express towards her conqueror, it's lost in translation as a low keening wail takes its place instead.
It really has been far too long for Salem, Shirou can feel this, both physically and metaphysically. Her insides are extremely tight, far tighter than a woman this exceptionally hot has any right to be. He's a little surprised that she never made use of any of her male servants, given that he knows she has several, but at the end of the day, Shirou supposes that she was worried about losing her control over them, if she offered them her body.
As it is, what she believes will happen, and what is actually happening, are rapidly diverging now as Shirou begins to bounce her up and down on his c.o.c.k right there in the middle of the throne room, f.u.c.k.i.n.g her while standing in a full nelson that leaves her helpless and trapped, unable to do anything but take it as he plows her silly. Well, she's able to do one thing… m.o.a.n helplessly and jibber on uselessly.
"O-Oh f.u.c.k… f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f-f.u.c.k!!!"
Shirou grins smugly as Salem shudders her way through her first, but certainly not her last, orgasm. Her entire body, voluptuous and meaty as it is, shakes and quivers and trembles as she c.u.ms on his c.o.c.k, her p.u.s.s.y walls clenching down all the tighter around his member, even as her insides get slicker from the flood of cunt juices that flow down his length.
"Y-You're so big… so thick… so hot! T-Take it out! Take it out right now!"
Suddenly, there's actual panic in the Grimm Queen's voice. Suddenly, she's trying to struggle. Completely ineffectually, of course, but it's still there, even as her pleasure builds within her once more and she reaches yet another reluctant orgasm. But then, Salem is royalty. She knows what it means to conquer, she knows what it means to break the spirits of her enemies, to see them driven before her, weak, helpless, and begging.
Perhaps she's finally realizing that Shirou has a real chance of actually breaking her, here and now. Perhaps, more than that, she realizes he's already well on his way to doing so. Shirou, of course, knows exactly what's happening. His mantle is interacting with her as he f.u.c.ks her, and as Emperor of the Sidhe, by right of conquest, he is claiming her as his own. Much like Titania and Mab, Salem, Queen of the Grimm, is defenseless to resist his overwhelming manhood and the force with which he's using it to plow her. Much like the Queens of Summer and Winter, she can't stop herself from c.u.m.m.i.n.g on his c.o.c.k again and again. Unlike the two of them, she actually tries, but in the end its utterly useless.
Soon, her tune begins to change.
"S-So good, so gooood~ Oh gods, oh gods, f-f.u.c.k! Don't you dare stop f.u.c.k.i.n.g me, don't you dare stop you bastard!"
Snorting at that, Shirou grabs Salem by her white hair again, holding it tightly as he yanks her head back, all while continuing to f.u.c.k her in the full nelson.
"I am the Emperor of the Sidhe and King of the Fae, Shirou Emiya. You would do well to remember that, Salem, Queen of the Grimm. I claim you and your armies by right of conquest. I declare an end to the stranglehold you have over the world of Remnant. I declare an end to the Grimm, and to your rule. You are mine now, and you will always be mine."
His words hit Salem like cinderblock bricks, slamming into her psyche again and again as he intones each and every one, putting the full might of his rather lewd mantle behind his monologue. Her glowing red eyes roll around madly and her lips form into a small o as she m.o.a.ns her agreement, hissing out in the affirmative.
"Y-Yessss… you're right… you're right! You've conquered me, your majesty! O Emperor, take me! Claim me! I am yours! I am your woman, to do with as you please! My armies and my lands are also yours, to do with as you please! Just don't stop F.U.C.K.I.N.G me!"
Shirou snorts at that, even as he thrusts up into her time and time again from below.
"You are in no position to make demands, Queen of the Grimm."
Even still, he does keep f.u.c.k.i.n.g her. He even f.u.c.ks her harder, until her eyes roll fully back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth. The Grimm Queen ahegaos right then and there on his c.o.c.k, and it's in that moment that Shirou can feel it… she's well and truly broken. With a grunt, he begins to c.u.m inside of her, not hesitating for even a moment to fill her with his seed, despite knowing the effect that his Sidhe mantle will have.
As part of his claiming of Titania and Mab, he'd knocked both of them up quite soundly. As a result of this, his mantle as Emperor of the Sidhe is not only quite lewd in nature, but also extremely virile. There isn't a woman in all of existence that Shirou can't make fertile, even if she's barren, and when it comes to pregnancy…
Shirou finishes up inside of Salem, filling her with his seed, which has already taken root, her belly swelling to epic proportions. Rather than nine months like most humans, the Queen of the Grimm will give birth within a week, and her distended belly shows this even as Shirou sets her down on wobbly legs. Still wearing her stockings and her arm-length gloves, the heavily pregnant Grimm Queen rests a hand on her pregnant belly, even as her absurdly fat tits begin to leak milk, lactating freely.
Looking to him with a doting, adoring smile on her face, the broken pregnant woman licks her lips salaciously.
"Where to now, my Emperor? What is your will?"
Shirou just smiles and offers her his hand. Sure, Salem was evil… key word there being 'was'. The Emperor of the Sidhe wouldn't go so far as to say he'd purified the inhuman woman or anything like that, but he'd certainly changed her priorities. She was his now by right of conquest, as well as pregnant with his child. But unlike his other women, unlike the Fae Queens he'd conquered and bred, Salem can not be allowed to remain here in her domain. Titania and Mab struck a balance in their world that had to be kept, but Salem struck no such balance. She was a cancer upon the world of Remnant, a virulent plague that had very nearly wiped out all life on this world.
It was Shirou's duty to excise her from this place, even if he hadn't made that deal with Jaune. But because of the deal, his path forward was undeniably easier. In the end, Shirou takes the pregnant, n.a.k.e.d Queen of the Grimm by the hand and pulls her along with him as he leaves her home reality behind.
In his wake, he leaves behind a world that will be reeling for some time to come. Salem's disappearance will leave her subordinates scrambling, certainly, but no less dangerous to the Human Kingdoms. Those who will die are still fated to die, while Jaune and the girls that will one day become his harem are still very much fated to end up together.
Jaune will be Remnant's Hero, in the end, uniting the Kingdoms as he'll unite the Maidens, and leading his world into a brighter future. Nobody will ever know about Shirou's interference save for those closest to Jaune, who he will tell about the strange red-haired man after they storm Salem's castle only to find it empty. Even they won't fully understand what happened. Neither will Jaune. But in the end, they will be happy. And that's all that matters.
Chapter 3
He realized he was in a rut long before he actually did anything about it. But then, to be fair, he'd given himself responsibilities in the two places he'd first visited. He wasn't an absentee father by any means, which meant frequent visits to Mab and Titania, and the daughters that they'd both born for him. As Emperor of the Sidhe, Shirou was definitely an absentee ruler, but his presence was nevertheless felt through the Queens of Winter and Summer… and their frequent pregnancies, as every time he visited it was almost certain that he would breed both Mab and Titania again.
Meanwhile, Salem's first rapid pregnancy had led to a daughter that had her thanking Shirou with tears of pure and utter joy streaming down her face. She'd then begged him for another, which he had of course given her, quite happy to do so. This is how Shirou exists for decades, taking care of his children, breeding the three Queens that he's managed to mind break into his loyal, loving c.o.c.k-s.l.u.ts, and wandering a bit in the interim.
But he's not really looking, is the problem. Oh sure, he might take a trip or two, but it's completely at a whim. It's not by fate, like the trips to the Nevernever and the Grimmlands were. Those, he felt drawn to, those he was guided to. He hadn't felt anything like that in a while though… or rather, he hadn't allowed himself to feel anything like that in a while.
He'd let himself get distracted, hadn't he? He'd allowed himself to get drawn into the responsibilities of being a father. And if he didn't do something about it, he would continue to be distracted for not just decades, but likely centuries. After all, due to the insistence of his three S.l.u.t-Queens, they were almost always pregnant with fresh children from him. But now the eldest were a.d.u.l.ts in their own right, and Shirou knew that if he let it happen, they would draw him into an i.n.c.e.s.tuous cycle that would never ever end.
Not that he would necessarily mind that sort of thing, but Artoria was waiting for him. He couldn't possibly abandon the search now. Which meant he likely had to move on… or rather, focus up again. He would still never ever be an absentee father… but it was time to let fate guide his hand once more and see where that led him.
It doesn't take long for rumors to reach Shirou's ears, once he actually begins to actively search again. He finds himself entering into a singularity that's spawned off of a version of his own home dimension. The singularity is trying so very hard to become the one true history, and as Shirou wanders through it, he finds himself wondering if the people within it don't deserve a chance at life once more.
But then he hears word of a Holy City and a Lion King, and he decides to seek that out as well. He expects to find Richard the Lionheart, truth be told. It all sounds like it adds up to him, it all makes sense based on what he knows. But when he arrives in front of a Holy City to find it's King on horseback outside of the gates, it's not Richard the Lionheart. And truth be told… it's not a King at all.
Trumpets sound, and an announcer screams the titles and epithets of the Holy City's ruler. The only one that truly sticks for Shirou is the declaration of godhood. The goddess Rhongomyniad, she is labeled. And she is… beautiful. Dressed in regal, shimmering armor as well as blue regalia, with a knight's helm atop her head, she looks down upon him with what he can only assume are assessing eyes from atop her steed. Even as, at the same time, she sits in front of all of her forces, the armies of the city and of her arrayed before him.
Shirou grins, just a little bit, and spreads his arms wide, palms open.
"All this… for me?"
Even as he downplays himself, he can't help but feel like this Rhongomyniad is familiar. She's a voluptuous, curvaceous woman, just like the three Queens he's broken and bred so far. Is this just another to be added to the pile? The armored goddess holds a spear in her hands, a glorious looking weapon to be sure. Shirou refrains from analyzing it quite yet, enjoying the mystery, at least for the moment.
"Your power could be felt from far away, Outsider. Tell me, what would you have with me and my Kingdom?"
Chuckling in a self-deprecating manner, Shirou just shakes his head.
"I'm just visiting. I don't have any designs on you or your city."
Perhaps that's not entirely true, he's not sure yet. And perhaps this goddess, this Rhongomyniad can sense that uncertainty and thread of dishonesty in his voice because she dismounts from her horse and stamps the butt of her spear into the ground.
"A challenge! We will fight, and we will see if you are worthy of entering this holy city!"
There's a rustling from the soldiers behind her, and Shirou can feel the tension but also the excitement in the air. This goddess commands the absolute loyalty and adoration of her men, that much is certain. On the one hand, they are afraid for her. On the other, they would never dare disobey her… and each and every one of them is excited to see her fight, to see her win… to see her put him in his place.
Chuckling a little, Shirou rolls his shoulders in a bit of a half shrug.
"Very well, but I should warn you… I'm no longer entirely human."
The goddess merely c.o.c.ks her helmeted head to the side at that, and twirls around her gorgeous spear, the light flashing off of it as she comes to a stop in a fighting stance with the spear aimed at his chest.
"Then you will be a good match for a goddess."
With that, the battle is joined. Almost as quickly as it begins though, it comes to a swift end. Ultimately, Shirou has no desire to have some drawn out fight with this Goddess Knight or whatever she is. In the end, all he wants is to know who she is and why she's so familiar to him. He wants to know who he's fighting… so he goes for a quick strike with a manifested sword to slice her helmet right off of her head in a rapid motion.
Of course, upon seeing the face of his beloved Artoria hidden beneath the goddess Rhongomyniad's helm, Shirou freezes up. Rhongomyniad strikes him in turn, unable to halt her motion. Her spear strikes him in a way close to how he was struck by Berserker, so long ago. But of course, he's no longer human. It does no damage to Shirou, even as he reaches out and caresses Artoria's face. For a moment, the goddess Rhongomyniad is stunned, flinching at the soft, gentle touch. And yet, she does not draw back… instead, she leans into it.
"Artoria… I submit. I could never harm you."
Eyes flash with knowledge and realization, and to Shirou's sheer delight, memory. The goddess' eyes widen as she pulls her spear back, not that it'd done any damage in the first place.
"Shirou Emiya…"
The reunion scene isn't quite as tearful as it could be, only because it's obvious that Rhongomyniad's emotions aren't that strong any longer. And yet, she does look apologetic and regretful.
"I… I'm sorry I did not wait for you."
Shirou just laughs at that.
"Who would you be if you had? You aren't the kind of woman to sit on your thumbs and wait. I never stopped searching though."
That's all Artoria needs, the goddess lancing forward and kissing him, her massive b.r.e.a.s.ts pressing up against Shirou's chest as the two of them embrace lovingly. Needless to say, Shirou can feel the jealousy and killing intent radiating off of the armies behind his beloved as they watch their goddess makeout with him. He might not be human anymore… but he still can't resist flipping them off over her shoulder, even as he kisses his lover for all he's worth.
Things quickly move from the front of the holy city to Artoria's castle. More specifically, her bedroom. In mere moments, the goddess Rhongomyniad is stripped awake along with her armor, her regalia, her crown. All that's left is Artoria Pendragon in the buff, n.a.k.e.d and nude and voluptuous and curvaceous in the extreme. She takes him by his hands and leads him to her bed, laying back and allowing him to crawl over her. She spreads her legs for him and cries out softly as his c.o.c.k pierces her, penetrating her deeply.
What follows is not f.u.c.k.i.n.g but lovemaking. The two of them have passionate but gentle s.e.x, embracing one another, kissing one another, holding each other as they both try desperately to make up for lost time by losing themselves in the other. Shirou's c.o.c.k slides in and out of Artoria's slit as he takes her, spreading her wide but never truly forcing its way in. He's slow with her, savoring her, enjoying every bit of her gorgeous body beneath his as she in turn wraps herself around him and m.o.a.ns into his mouth, all the way to their eventual mutual completion.
Of course, in the afterglow of their lovemaking, as the sensation of nirvana fades away and they both have time to think, they come to a realization in the same moment. It's… a sad one, but not enough to make them fully pull away from each other or anything like that. Shirou does draw back a bit though, still cuddling with Artoria but now far enough away to look her in her eyes, even as she smiles sadly at him and caresses his cheek with a palm.
"You're… not my Artoria."
The goddess Rhongomyniad shakes her head.
"And you're not my Shirou."
Shirou's lips turn downwards into a frown. How cruel was fate, that it had pulled him here only to tease him? Why would it show him this version of his beloved, rather than letting him find his actual Artoria? It hurt… it hurt so badly. As if able to sense his despair, as if able to feel his sadness, Rhongomyniad opens her mouth to offer some sort of platitudes, though what words she could offer that would help, Shirou couldn't possibly begin to guess at. And they would never know either, because just as she's starting to say something, the entire castle shakes and rocks with an explosion of force.
Both of them are up and out of the bed in an instant, the goddess' armor flowing onto her body immediately, even as Shirou frowns, focusing on manifesting his own clothing. Rhongomyniad doesn't look surprised, even as the helm closes over her determined face and she grasps her spear tightly in one hand.
"What is it? What's happening?"
Turning her helmeted gaze in his direction, the warrior goddess snarls.
"They're here to destroy us. To destroy our world. I must go and fight."
As she leaves the bedroom, as she leaves him, Shirou realizes why exactly he's here. He'd almost forgotten, in his happiness over finding what he thought to be his Artoria, and then his despair upon realizing it wasn't her. This was not a real world. It was a singularity branching off of an alternate dimension of his home, and whatever was causing it was likely causing untold stress on the actual 'real' world.
And yet, just as he'd been thinking before he'd even arrived at this city's gates, why did the people in this singularity not deserve to live? Why did Rhongomyniad not deserve a chance at happiness, a chance of finding her Shirou? An expression of resolve and determination spreads across his face as well, as he finally realizes exactly why fate brought him to this place.
With but a moment's thought, Shirou joins the battle. He's momentarily shocked at what he sees, a vast array of Servants destroying the armies of the holy city and fighting their way through to the castle itself where Rhongomyniad is doing her level best to hold them off. But drawing on his abilities, Shirou is able to give himself the knowledge to understand what's going on here swiftly enough.
Chaldea. That is the name of this organization hellbent on destroying this alternate version of his beloved's home. They're tasked with closing all of the singularities, not just this one, and in doing so they destroy everyone inside of those singularities as a simple side effect. But they don't care, because they're fighting for their own world, for their own human race.
Unfortunately for all of them, Shirou has already made his choice. The last thing he notes before he moves is that Archer stands among the summoned Servants of Chaldea. Because he sees this, Archer is one of the only three left standing by the time Shirou is done. Everyone else… dies. Though given that they're all summoned Servants, can it really be called death? They're certainly removed from the battlefield though, vanishing into motes of light as he sends all of them back to the Throne of Heroes where they belong.
By the time Shirou is done, only three people are still standing. He's left Archer for last… but also, to his mild surprise, the Chaldea Master still lives as well, shielded by their constant companion, a strange demiservant known as Shielder. Seeing as how Rhongomyniad is advancing upon them, it seems clear to Shirou that neither the demiservant nor her Master is long for this world, so he ignores them and turns his attention solely onto Archer.
The white-haired Servant is staring at him with wide eyes, his red trench coat hiding the bloodstains as he grits his teeth.
"You…"
Shirou just smiles a pitying smile at the other man, at the other version of himself.
"Me."
"H-How? How can you be here? How can you be with h-her?"
Shirou looks over to Rhongomyniad and hums, enjoying her beauty as she eviscerates those that would destroy her world.
"I'm not. Not truly. She's… not the right one."
He turns back to Archer at that and his smile becomes sharper.
"But I'm still looking. And I won't ever stop, you can trust me on that. I won't ever become like you."
Those words are all Archer needs to hear, the white-haired man collapsing to his knees and hanging his head in silent acceptance of his death. Shirou decapitates him without another word, ending his life quickly out of respect for what Archer once was, NOT what he'd become. He was a man who'd given up… who'd let himself be trapped. Shirou could guaranteed that he would never be like him.
As he's turning away from Archer's corpse, Rhongomyniad collides with him. Her helmet is removed as she kisses him heatedly, and the two are much more aggressive this time, amidst the blood-filled battlefield, each of them filled with l.u.s.t and desire. They tear at each other's clothes and armor, ripping it off of each other until they're both n.a.k.e.d. As the beautiful, voluptuous goddess clings to him heatedly, she looks at him with Artoria's eyes and Artoria's face, but not Artoria's body, licking her lips heatedly.
"Breed me… I want you to breed me right here, on this battlefield. Take me, my King… take me and give me the child my Shirou cannot!"
In the end, how can he possibly deny such a heartfelt request? With a growl, Shirou grabs Rhongomyniad by her hair and pulls her in to a much rougher, deeper kiss than before. His tongue wrestles her tongue into submission, even as his free hand goes to her backside, grabbing and squeezing her ass. He hikes one of her legs up the side of his body and then slams his c.o.c.k into her while they stand there in the middle of the battlefield, ramming into her quim with much more force than before.
There's nothing gentle or slow about the way he f.u.c.ks her now. The two of them are much too aroused, much too filled with aggression and bloodl.u.s.t to care about romance or lovemaking at this point. They've just survived a battle for the fate of this world, after all, they've just taken on all comers and destroyed them all. The goddess Rhongomyniad herself has ended Chaldea's mission with Shirou's help, dooming the alternate version of his home dimension… but saving this world that she resides in, saving her people and her kingdom.
They celebrate there, amidst the carnage. Shirou f.u.c.ks Rhongomyniad standing up and eventually fills this voluptuous, more curvaceous form of Artoria Pendragon with another thick load of his c.u.m. He pumps it into her for several long moments… and then pulls out and drags the beautiful goddess down to the ground, flipping her onto her front and pulling her up onto her hands and knees.
He takes her like that, d.o.g.g.ystyle, slamming into her from behind again and again as his hands grab and grope at her buttocks before sliding up and around to her tits. He molds his body to her own, reveling in the lioness' curvaceous form as he f.u.c.ks her and rails her from behind with all his might, making use of this version of Artoria Pendragon as roughly and as fast and as brutally as he can.
She loves every moment of it, of course, even as Shirou complies with her request to be bred several times over. They f.u.c.k all across the battlefield, uncaring of the blood and carnage and dirt that they end up covering themselves in. At least, at first. When the adrenaline and rage and bloodl.u.s.t fades away, they do realize how filthy they are, and they move things inside.
Up until that point, the remainder of the holy city's armies have been watching their goddess and their savior go at it, and while plenty of the male soldiers had seethed, in the end it was regarded as a most holy event… one that led to a city wide orgy and a bit of a change in the tenets of the church as they adapted to watching their goddess be defiled and ruined and f.u.c.k.i.e.d silly on a battlefield by the man who'd wiped out ninety percent of the invading forces. Invading forces that had been slaughtering them wholesale, before he'd intervened.
Regardless, Shirou and Rhongomyniad move their s.e.x.u.a.l activities to the royal baths, where Shirou f.u.c.ks her bent over the edge of the bathtub, where he bounces her in his lap, where the two of them clean each other off and wash each other's backs before getting right back to the process of baby making. Shirou doesn't stop any time soon either, he doesn't hesitate to make sure that his task is complete.
As a result, they f.u.c.k for literal days, the goddess and her savior boinking like rabbits nonstop, and not just in the royal baths or in the royal bedchambers, but all across the castle itself, much to the enjoyment of the servants who watch their goddess happily take Shirou's big fat c.o.c.k time and time again into her clenching, flexing p.u.s.s.y, who watch as Shirou fills their liege up to the brim with his seed, until she looks pregnant, even if she isn't yet.
But eventually, she most definitely is. There's no denying it, they can both feel the moment that life takes within her w.o.m.b, the moment that Rhongomyniad becomes pregnant with Shirou's child. They keep f.u.c.k.i.n.g for at least another day to be sure, of course, but slowly but surely they wind down, until they end up in her bed once more, cuddling each other close, holding one another, even as the holy city finishes putting itself back together and clearing away the bodies and carnage and debris from the ill-fated attack by Chaldea.
"… I suppose you'll be leaving soon. To keep searching for her."
One hand caresses his cheek, while the other caresses her own belly, right above her w.o.m.b as the voluptuous goddess gives him a soft, understanding smile. Placing his own hands atop hers, Shirou looks back into her eyes… and shakes his head.
"No, I'm not going anywhere."
His denial surprised Rhongomyniad something fierce, causing the gorgeous lion goddess to pull back briefly and blink at him in confusion.
"I'm staying here, for your lifetime. I'm going to make sure that this place, this world… it becomes the real world."
He can see in her eyes, even as she blinks again, that she knows. She knows she's living in a singularity; she knows that this entire world is somewhat false. And yet, just because they're in a singularity doesn't mean the people here have any less right to live. Just because they're encroaching on another world's reality completely against their will doesn't mean they should have to be the ones to die. Just like Shirou had decided, Rhongomyniad had decided long ago that she would continue to fight for her people, regardless of the falseness of her world.
That kind of strength… it makes Shirou very happy. When she lunges forward and kisses him, he kisses her as well right back, the two of them holding each other tightly as they lock lips and cuddle with one another, basking in the afterglow of their days-long f.u.c.k fest marathon. This is where Shirou belongs, for the time being. This is why fate brought him here. And now that he's made his choice, it's his responsibility to see it through. It's what Artoria, HIS Artoria, would have wanted of him, in the end.
-x-X-x-
Ten years later, and they've succeeded. Up high on a balcony overlooking the castle gardens, Shirou bounces his Queen up and down on his c.o.c.k, Rhongomyniad m.o.a.ning wantonly as she rides him, his hands wrapped around to rest on her gravid belly and her own hands resting atop his. Down below in the garden, completely unaware that their mother and father are f.u.c.k.i.n.g up above them, Shirou and the lioness' six children play with one another, making merry and laughing and simply existing, above all else.
That last bit is definitely the most important. Without Shirou's decision, would this place still exist? No, without a doubt Chaldea and the Chaldean Master would have overwhelmed Rhongomyniad that day, ten years previous. They would have destroyed her armies and likely destroyed her as well, and then they would have destroyed the singularity that it all existed in, ending the lives of every person living within this world in the process.
But now, the singularity that Rhongomyniad and her holy city existed within… it had become reality. It wasn't an easy task by any stretch of the imagination, and there were certainly moments where it was very touch and go. But Shirou had been at the goddess' side every step of the way, and ultimately, they'd done it. This singularity they were in had overtaken what was and beaten out every other singularity, consuming them all until it had become locked in as the new reality, the new history, so to speak.
If not for Shirou's actions, their six children would not be down in the garden, playing with one another. And Rhongomyniad would not be pregnant with their seventh, or riding his c.o.c.k to kingdom c.u.m. As she m.o.a.ns her way through another orgasm, the voluptuous, extremely full-bellied Queen leans back along Shirou's chest and dr.a.p.es herself across his shoulder, turning her head so that she's facing him and leaning in to kiss him as he kisses her back. When they pull apart, Shirou gives her a smile, which she happily returns.
"When this child is born… will you give me another?"
Shirou chuckles and inclines his head in acceptance of the request.
"I will. And another after that. I promise, my love, I will breed you again and again and again for the rest of your life."
Rhongomyniad shudders in bliss at that and kisses him deeply before pulling back once more.
"I love you, my King…"
"And I love you, my Queen."
He c.u.ms a few moments later, causing the overly pregnant lioness to ahegao beautifully on his c.o.c.k, her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Both of them know that with him there, her life is complete.
-x-X-x-
Looking forward, Shirou can see what form the future will take, at this rate. A few centuries down the line, Mab and Titania would compete to draw in the same wizard to become a knight of their respective courts. He's foreseen it. But… if that wizard were to become Shirou's Knight instead, the resulting legend would create an S-Rank Grand Caster.
Meanwhile, Jaune Arc would make an excellent Saber, while Rhongomyniad would be a perfect Lancer. That was three out of seven right there…
The Grail was meant to drill a hole into Akasha. Who said that it couldn't drill one somewhere else instead? A slow smile spreads across Shirou's face as he finally begins to understand the plan that fate is lying out for him. All he has to do is continue to follow the path in front of him, and he'll have what he wants, one way or another.
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