Because I did a lot of plotting around during Thirsty Thursday so like, if you wanna do something, here's a place for things to be done.
Oh yeah, NSFW warning.
Fret not, I understand. You need not fear, however. Your value lies with yourself alone, and one of my knights was simply fortunate enough to come across and be given the honor of lending you their strength. I am sure that even my purer self would agree.
[ She smiles, leaning back a bit to give Mash a bit more space again. ]
I've had my eyes on you for quite some time, is all. I saw this as an ideal opportunity to make this clear, and...
[ She places a hand on Mash's side, gently but firmly pushing her toward the wall and then slamming a hand on said-wall right next to Mash's head (she heard a certain flamboyant Roman Emperor talking about this. It's called a 'kabedon' if she's remembering it correctly). ]
...claim you for myself.
[ Said in an almost husky whisper. It is the ideal situation, after all. Despite usually being able to come across someone while in these halls, this hall seems to be particularly deserted, save for Artoria and Mash. It's an uncommon period of privacy, for however long that lasts. ]
[Mash looks touched by Artoria’s words, but her actions shake that soft expression from her before she can express her gratitude. She flinches and jerks back up against the wall in response to the hand’s impact, only opening her eyes again when the other had finished talking. Her heart starts to beat faster. Questions flood her mind. What was going on? What’s this feeling? And what exactly did she mean by ‘claim’?]
[ In response, Artoria simply licks her lips, bending her elbow and closing the distance to be as close as earlier. ]
Please, I'm sure you are aware of enough to infer my meaning. However, if that is not the case...
[ Her left hand rises, from dangling at her side to rise up to Mash's chin, brushing against her stomach along the way until she's cupping Mash's chin. She steps one foot forward, pushing her knee and thigh between Mash's legs as she holds Mash's chin to keep her facing Artoria directly, as well as allowing for the Alter servant to lean forward just a little more...
Nn! [Mash.exe has stopped responding. Overwhelmed by this sudden rush of unfamiliar emotions, she hardly knows what to do with herself. Her eyes widen, her cheeks flush. This was! This was…!? Well, it certainly wasn’t what she had envisioned for her first kiss, that was for sure! Her heart pounds in her chest, a little scared but strangely warm.
Still, something like this so suddenly, wasn’t it a bit … inappropriate? So she struggles to pull her face away from the other’s, just barely breaking the kiss and putting her hands to Alter’s chest without actually pushing her away. A futile half-protest.]
W-wait. Alter, I…! We…!
[Her breath is warm and irregular and her face is growing redder by the second.]
[ A sadistic sense of satisfaction rises in Artoria's chest at the sight of how red Mash's face is... and it's only going to grow from here. ]
Hoh... I see that you enjoyed that...
[ The lack of Mash's attempts to genuinely push Alter away doesn't go unnoticed, and she pushes her leg up further between Mash's legs until she's rubbing against her. Artoria's hand still holds Mash's chin, though her thumb comes up to caress her cheek. ]
You needn't fret, Sir Kyrielight... simply accept what your King gives you...
[ With those words whispered huskily at the blushing mess that Mash is becoming, she'll push forward again to reclaim that earlier kiss, though this time she'll be making use of her tongue to push the kiss further into an even more... intimate territory. ]
But—! [Mash’s objection is forcibly silenced. The rub of the King’s leg against her, far and away the most unfamiliar sensation so far, elicits a sharp little gasp, allowing the tongue further in. She doesn’t fight it. She was in no state to. She considers Alter’s words, the trepidation building up inside her. Had she enjoyed it? What did it mean if she had?
Something else was building too, something anxious and hot that she couldn’t put her finger on. Her fingertips, still resting on Alter’s chest and trembling slightly, curl ever so gently, gripping tentatively at the fabric.]
[ She was a tyrant, of course she wouldn't relent... but that being said, she wasn't too cruel. Her hand moves from Mash's chin to instead rest on one of Mash's hands, having noticed how they trembled while gripping the fabric of her dress.
She continues to press her leg against Mash's nethers, further dominating Mash with every opening the Shielder carelessly allows the corrupted Servant. She sadistically wonders if she can push Mash to a peak before another Servant is detected by the Saber's keen senses, and that quickly becomes her goal as she further pushes Mash against the wall. ]
[It was probably a very reasonable goal, all things considered. For being a veritable bastion of defense, Mash was still utterly unprepared for this kind of attack. Already, tiny fleeting pulses of electricity shake her body with each pass. She can’t deny it was a strange and thrilling feeling.]
Ah! Ahl- [The name slurred by their pressed lips] Ahlter…!
[Pressing her weight back against the wall for support, her thighs unconsciously tense and tighten around Alter's leg. More, they beg. Harder.]
[ She finds herself grinning for a brief moment when she comes up for air, before quickly returning to conquering Mash's lips. Her body begs for more, and Alter obliges, pressing harder... rougher. Each slurred sound that Mash manages does wonders for Artoria herself, her own arousal rising alongside the Demi-Servant.
She continues a little longer, melting Mash's mind just a little more before Artoria finally releases Mash from the kiss... a line of saliva still connecting them. She grins, then whispers into Mash's ear. ]
Come.
[ Her voice comes out husky and smooth, but her words are spoken as nothing less than a command from the King... and along with it, Artoria presses her leg as high up as possible between Mash's thighs, almost enough to lift Mash off her feet. ]
[Mash’s shoulders heave and her hips shake, grinding against the leg unbidden in an entirely primal way. Why was that? What was her body doing? It was getting difficult to think clearly. The warmth from before now burned across her entire person, clouding out both the apprehension and the fear that had gripped at her. In that moment, she just wanted to keep feeling this strange and wonderful feeling.
She stares in a daze as Artoria pulls away, sucking in a little expectant gasp when she draws close once more. The King’s breath tickles against her ear. Sheltered as she is, the whispered command has no real meaning to her, but as the leg is drawn up against her one final time, her body is more than happy to oblige.]
Hee—!
[The grip on the dress tightens considerably as her upper body arcs and her head tips back. She rocks first onto her tiptoes but then back onto her heels, crumbling into a shuddering and gasping little heap. It takes her a few minutes to truly regain herself.]
What… [The words are shaky and euphoric, like someone waking from a pleasant dream.] What was…?
[ The satisfaction that comes from seeing the way her expression changes, the cloudiness in her eyes, the way she grinds back against her King... and at last, her voice as her body arches against Artoria's own. She's content to remain still like this, gazing at Mash and reaping the rewards of her work. She wants to take her again right away, but alas...
She can sense the presence of a few Servants approaching. Not in the same hall, no, but they were approaching the corner in which they would simply have to turn and witness them both. A shame that things must be cut short now... but it's for the best.
She can do more with privacy, after all.
She takes her hand off of the wall and uses it to caress Mash's cheek again, brushing some stray bangs away from her now-sweaty face. ]
Collect yourself, Sir Kyrielight... and I expect to see you in my quarters tonight.
[ She brings her face closer one last time, golden eyes staring deep into clouded purple eyes... ]
Your King shall reward you with even more of her touch...
[ She'll leave it at that, giving Mash one final kiss, a quick peck on the lips, before finally returning Mash's personal space. With that, she'll stride off in the direction of the approaching presence, intending on allowing Mash a little more time to collect what was left of her mind by distracting the approaching company.
After that, she'll remain patiently within her own room, awaiting Mash's presence. ]
[Mash watches as Artoria takes her leave, mustering the strength to rise fully to her feet once more. She leans against the wall and stares at the ceiling, mind still reeling.
Her head eventually clears enough for her to go back about her day, but even then, she can’t stop thinking about what had transpired in the hallway. Her lower body aches for that sensation again, and guilt and confusion overtake her. What had Alter done? What had she done? That had clearly been something indecent, right? Something that only couples should do. So, why had she…?
Normally she would confide in Ritsuka with her troubles, but the thought of relaying this event to her senpai made her face burn and her chest tighten. After all, she had always imagined…
Well, it didn’t matter right now. The point was, there was no one she could easily turn to with these uneasy and kind of horny feelings. No one except for perhaps one particular Servant. So, at the conclusion of the evening meeting, Mash excuses herself and makes her way down to the corrupted Saber’s room. She stands hesitantly in front of the door for several minutes before working up the courage to knock.]
[ A moment passes, and the door slides open, though Alter isn't standing there when it does. The lights are dim and if Mash steps inside, she'll see Alter sitting at the edge of her bed, her eyes immediately locking onto Mash. She's wearing something similar to her dress in her third ascension, though the skirt is much shorter. Her lips curl into her usual grin, and she licks her lips. ]
You kept me waiting, Sir Kyrielight.
[ She stands up, sauntering over to Mash with all the confidence of the Tyrannical King of Knights. She waves her hand, and the door will suddenly shut behind Mash. ]
[ She steps forward until she's right in front of Mash again, leaning forward to close the distance just as last time, but not completely. ]
Strange... how? Tell me precisely... how exactly have you felt 'strange'?
[ It's cute, seeing how embarrassed she is... the rush that Artoria felt from the sight of Mash's face turning red is just as strong as ever. Can you blame her for wanting to tease her knight? ]
[ In a familiar move from before, Alter's hand comes up to cup Mash's chin to keep her from looking away. She remains smiling, piercing golden eyes never looking away from the Demi-Servant. ]
However... you needn't feel guilty, Sir Kyrielight. You are experiencing a very human urge... and to me, it seems that your body is making it clear to you what it is that you want.
[ Her other hand slowly reaches around Mash before suddenly pulling her close, Alter pressing her body against Mash's now. ]
Tell me, Mash Kyrielight... do you wish to experience it again? If so, then simply succumb to your King... and allow me to teach you of pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.
[A human urge, was it? Mash turns this over in her mind, so much so that she is caught off guard when Alter draws her close. She stammers.]
I-I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t…
[The captive Demi-Servant is ashamed to still feel curious in spite of knowing that. That indescribable restlessness gnaws at her. She might not be able to move her head, but her eyes still dart furtively to the side, telegraphing the wavering conviction to her own words.]
Trust your King, Sir Kyrielight... succumb to my rule, and I shall claim you as my own...
[ As King, she is the one who decides what they should and shouldn't do... and as of now, the King makes her decree. She leans forward and claims Mash's lips again. In truth, she wants Mash just as much... she's been looking forward to this more than she's letting on. ]
[Ah. Ahh. It was happening again. Mash’s reason and pretense both quickly start to crumble when confronted with Artoria’s supremely commandeering lips. It was truly an overwhelming presence.]
No, this—! We—!
[She still gives a few mumbled little fragments of protest but her body is infinitely more honest, leaning into the kiss and even gingerly opening her mouth to receive her. Mash was nothing if not a quick study.]
[ She was so tightly wound, but the honesty of her body speaks infinitely louder than her feeble attempts at reasoning. She'll make sure that after this, however, the Shielder will fully understand not only what her body desires, but what her mind desires as well.
She almost laughs at how quickly Mash melts into the kiss, and with one arm still around Mash, she'll turn her around and begin to lead Mash to the bed, her other hand moving away from Mash's chin in order to grasp Mash's hoodie and start pulling it off the flustered girl. The first of many layers that Mash was going to start quickly losing at this rate.
She briefly separates from the kiss, smirking at Mash and licking her lips again. ]
For one as innocent as yourself, you kiss rather splendidly, Shield Maiden...
[ And with that, she'll return to claiming Mash's lips again. Shield Maiden... she likely wouldn't be able to keep that title after tonight. ]
[Mash had been a little less embarrassed about things this time, but that quickly wore off as Alter started to undress and praise her. The color rapidly rushes back to her wide-eyed face.]
Eh? [Her, a good kisser? Really? Well, it was sort of exciting to hear but wait, hold on, that was hardly the most pressing thing going on right now, wasn't it?!] W-wait, what are you doing?!
[She instinctively (and rather ineffectually) tries to catch hold of her hoodie and keep it in place as Alter deftly removes it. Excuse you?? She was wearing that???? You’ll have to forgive her - she still hasn’t fully gotten the memo about just what she’d walked into tonight.]
[ This time, Alter truly can’t help but let out a small laugh. Oh, Mash… you’ve got a big storm coming. Mash’s feeble attempts at keeping her hoodie in place do little to stop Alter, and she’ll use just enough strength in order to tug it out of Mash’s grasp and let it drop to the floor. ]
Is it not obvious? Your clothes are in the way. Obstacles to your King’s conquest. You remember how I made you feel in the hallway, yes?
[ Her hand slips under Mash’s shirt, directly feeling her stomach. ]
Trust and succumb to your King’s will, Kyrielight… remember the sensations that wracked your body, and tonight, I will give you that very same pleasure and more…
[ Translation: She’s going to ravage you and blow your mind. ]
[The sudden touch of Alter’s hand on her stomach makes her let out a little yelp, and the declaration that follows gives her goosebumps. The way she felt back then, huh? Her lower body clenches in unconscious anticipation.
She looks nervously down at the fallen hoodie. Her pulse quickens. It was a normal human urge, Alter had said. So why was she so scared of it?]
I… I trust you. [Mash knows this version of Alter wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. She places her own hand on her stomach, on top of the Saber’s but divided by the fabric.] But, I’m still… I mean, i-is this…?
["Is this really okay?" Even putting aside her obvious conservative hangups, they were still basically coworkers, after all. THIS HAS GOTTA BE SOME SORT OF WORKPLACE VIOLATION! lmao as though tons of the Servants aren’t banging on the regular. Mash you’re so pure… And then, what about that other variable, tugging at the back of her mind? What about their Master…?]
[ It may only be her intuition, but Alter's intuition hasn't failed her yet, and it allows her to be keener than she may let on during her more... relaxed moments. She chuckles lightly, she really is so pure... for now. ]
You may put your worries to rest, Kyrielight... your integrity shan't be shaken by simply indulging in the desires of your own flesh.
[ And as for the final lock in the back of Mash's mind... ]
This is an opportunity for growth, my knight. She will not mind.
[ She continues to whisper huskily into Mash's ear, but those final words are spoken confidently. Stated as a fact based on who their Master is, and without any doubt in the King's mind. ]
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Fret not, I understand. You need not fear, however. Your value lies with yourself alone, and one of my knights was simply fortunate enough to come across and be given the honor of lending you their strength. I am sure that even my purer self would agree.
[ She smiles, leaning back a bit to give Mash a bit more space again. ]
I've had my eyes on you for quite some time, is all. I saw this as an ideal opportunity to make this clear, and...
[ She places a hand on Mash's side, gently but firmly pushing her toward the wall and then slamming a hand on said-wall right next to Mash's head (she heard a certain flamboyant Roman Emperor talking about this. It's called a 'kabedon' if she's remembering it correctly). ]
...claim you for myself.
[ Said in an almost husky whisper. It is the ideal situation, after all. Despite usually being able to come across someone while in these halls, this hall seems to be particularly deserted, save for Artoria and Mash. It's an uncommon period of privacy, for however long that lasts. ]
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A-Alter?
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Please, I'm sure you are aware of enough to infer my meaning. However, if that is not the case...
[ Her left hand rises, from dangling at her side to rise up to Mash's chin, brushing against her stomach along the way until she's cupping Mash's chin. She steps one foot forward, pushing her knee and thigh between Mash's legs as she holds Mash's chin to keep her facing Artoria directly, as well as allowing for the Alter servant to lean forward just a little more...
Claiming Mash's lips with her own. ]
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Still, something like this so suddenly, wasn’t it a bit … inappropriate? So she struggles to pull her face away from the other’s, just barely breaking the kiss and putting her hands to Alter’s chest without actually pushing her away. A futile half-protest.]
W-wait. Alter, I…! We…!
[Her breath is warm and irregular and her face is growing redder by the second.]
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Hoh... I see that you enjoyed that...
[ The lack of Mash's attempts to genuinely push Alter away doesn't go unnoticed, and she pushes her leg up further between Mash's legs until she's rubbing against her. Artoria's hand still holds Mash's chin, though her thumb comes up to caress her cheek. ]
You needn't fret, Sir Kyrielight... simply accept what your King gives you...
[ With those words whispered huskily at the blushing mess that Mash is becoming, she'll push forward again to reclaim that earlier kiss, though this time she'll be making use of her tongue to push the kiss further into an even more... intimate territory. ]
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Something else was building too, something anxious and hot that she couldn’t put her finger on. Her fingertips, still resting on Alter’s chest and trembling slightly, curl ever so gently, gripping tentatively at the fabric.]
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She continues to press her leg against Mash's nethers, further dominating Mash with every opening the Shielder carelessly allows the corrupted Servant. She sadistically wonders if she can push Mash to a peak before another Servant is detected by the Saber's keen senses, and that quickly becomes her goal as she further pushes Mash against the wall. ]
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Ah! Ahl- [The name slurred by their pressed lips] Ahlter…!
[Pressing her weight back against the wall for support, her thighs unconsciously tense and tighten around Alter's leg. More, they beg. Harder.]
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She continues a little longer, melting Mash's mind just a little more before Artoria finally releases Mash from the kiss... a line of saliva still connecting them. She grins, then whispers into Mash's ear. ]
Come.
[ Her voice comes out husky and smooth, but her words are spoken as nothing less than a command from the King... and along with it, Artoria presses her leg as high up as possible between Mash's thighs, almost enough to lift Mash off her feet. ]
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She stares in a daze as Artoria pulls away, sucking in a little expectant gasp when she draws close once more. The King’s breath tickles against her ear. Sheltered as she is, the whispered command has no real meaning to her, but as the leg is drawn up against her one final time, her body is more than happy to oblige.]
Hee—!
[The grip on the dress tightens considerably as her upper body arcs and her head tips back. She rocks first onto her tiptoes but then back onto her heels, crumbling into a shuddering and gasping little heap. It takes her a few minutes to truly regain herself.]
What… [The words are shaky and euphoric, like someone waking from a pleasant dream.] What was…?
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[ The satisfaction that comes from seeing the way her expression changes, the cloudiness in her eyes, the way she grinds back against her King... and at last, her voice as her body arches against Artoria's own. She's content to remain still like this, gazing at Mash and reaping the rewards of her work. She wants to take her again right away, but alas...
She can sense the presence of a few Servants approaching. Not in the same hall, no, but they were approaching the corner in which they would simply have to turn and witness them both. A shame that things must be cut short now... but it's for the best.
She can do more with privacy, after all.
She takes her hand off of the wall and uses it to caress Mash's cheek again, brushing some stray bangs away from her now-sweaty face. ]
Collect yourself, Sir Kyrielight... and I expect to see you in my quarters tonight.
[ She brings her face closer one last time, golden eyes staring deep into clouded purple eyes... ]
Your King shall reward you with even more of her touch...
[ She'll leave it at that, giving Mash one final kiss, a quick peck on the lips, before finally returning Mash's personal space. With that, she'll stride off in the direction of the approaching presence, intending on allowing Mash a little more time to collect what was left of her mind by distracting the approaching company.
After that, she'll remain patiently within her own room, awaiting Mash's presence. ]
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Her head eventually clears enough for her to go back about her day, but even then, she can’t stop thinking about what had transpired in the hallway. Her lower body aches for that sensation again, and guilt and confusion overtake her. What had Alter done? What had she done? That had clearly been something indecent, right? Something that only couples should do. So, why had she…?
Normally she would confide in Ritsuka with her troubles, but the thought of relaying this event to her senpai made her face burn and her chest tighten. After all, she had always imagined…
Well, it didn’t matter right now. The point was, there was no one she could easily turn to with these uneasy
and kind of hornyfeelings. No one except for perhaps one particular Servant. So, at the conclusion of the evening meeting, Mash excuses herself and makes her way down to the corrupted Saber’s room. She stands hesitantly in front of the door for several minutes before working up the courage to knock.]Alter? It’s me, Mash.
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You kept me waiting, Sir Kyrielight.
[ She stands up, sauntering over to Mash with all the confidence of the Tyrannical King of Knights. She waves her hand, and the door will suddenly shut behind Mash. ]
Though... you are earlier than I expected.
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[Mash bashfully glances down at her intertwined hands and turns a little red, not really having a solid explanation for why she had hurried to her.]
I’ve felt strange all day.
[In the end, she decides to just be as honest as she can about it, embarrassing though it was.]
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[ She steps forward until she's right in front of Mash again, leaning forward to close the distance just as last time, but not completely. ]
Strange... how? Tell me precisely... how exactly have you felt 'strange'?
[ It's cute, seeing how embarrassed she is... the rush that Artoria felt from the sight of Mash's face turning red is just as strong as ever. Can you blame her for wanting to tease her knight? ]
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I’ve been feeling nervous and guilty about… what happened. And m- [She swallows, her voice lowering slightly:]
My body feels unusually restless whenever I think about it.
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[ In a familiar move from before, Alter's hand comes up to cup Mash's chin to keep her from looking away. She remains smiling, piercing golden eyes never looking away from the Demi-Servant. ]
However... you needn't feel guilty, Sir Kyrielight. You are experiencing a very human urge... and to me, it seems that your body is making it clear to you what it is that you want.
[ Her other hand slowly reaches around Mash before suddenly pulling her close, Alter pressing her body against Mash's now. ]
Tell me, Mash Kyrielight... do you wish to experience it again? If so, then simply succumb to your King... and allow me to teach you of pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.
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I-I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t…
[The captive Demi-Servant is ashamed to still feel curious in spite of knowing that. That indescribable restlessness gnaws at her. She might not be able to move her head, but her eyes still dart furtively to the side, telegraphing the wavering conviction to her own words.]
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[ As King, she is the one who decides what they should and shouldn't do... and as of now, the King makes her decree. She leans forward and claims Mash's lips again. In truth, she wants Mash just as much... she's been looking forward to this more than she's letting on. ]
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No, this—! We—!
[She still gives a few mumbled little fragments of protest but her body is infinitely more honest, leaning into the kiss and even gingerly opening her mouth to receive her. Mash was nothing if not a quick study.]
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She almost laughs at how quickly Mash melts into the kiss, and with one arm still around Mash, she'll turn her around and begin to lead Mash to the bed, her other hand moving away from Mash's chin in order to grasp Mash's hoodie and start pulling it off the flustered girl. The first of many layers that Mash was going to start quickly losing at this rate.
She briefly separates from the kiss, smirking at Mash and licking her lips again. ]
For one as innocent as yourself, you kiss rather splendidly, Shield Maiden...
[ And with that, she'll return to claiming Mash's lips again. Shield Maiden... she likely wouldn't be able to keep that title after tonight. ]
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Eh? [Her, a good kisser? Really? Well, it was sort of exciting to hear but wait, hold on, that was hardly the most pressing thing going on right now, wasn't it?!] W-wait, what are you doing?!
[She instinctively (and rather ineffectually) tries to catch hold of her hoodie and keep it in place as Alter deftly removes it. Excuse you?? She was wearing that???? You’ll have to forgive her - she still hasn’t fully gotten the memo about just what she’d walked into tonight.]
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Is it not obvious? Your clothes are in the way. Obstacles to your King’s conquest. You remember how I made you feel in the hallway, yes?
[ Her hand slips under Mash’s shirt, directly feeling her stomach. ]
Trust and succumb to your King’s will, Kyrielight… remember the sensations that wracked your body, and tonight, I will give you that very same pleasure and more…
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She looks nervously down at the fallen hoodie. Her pulse quickens. It was a normal human urge, Alter had said. So why was she so scared of it?]
I… I trust you. [Mash knows this version of Alter wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. She places her own hand on her stomach, on top of the Saber’s but divided by the fabric.] But, I’m still… I mean, i-is this…?
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You may put your worries to rest, Kyrielight... your integrity shan't be shaken by simply indulging in the desires of your own flesh.
[ And as for the final lock in the back of Mash's mind... ]
This is an opportunity for growth, my knight. She will not mind.
[ She continues to whisper huskily into Mash's ear, but those final words are spoken confidently. Stated as a fact based on who their Master is, and without any doubt in the King's mind. ]
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wanders back in here like i'm not a thousand years late smdh HELLO
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BACK AT IT AGAIN AT THE KRISPY KREME
/backflips into a sign—i mean, this thread
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