Sumamry: Gifted a Berserking summer, Castoria tries to spend every moment she can with Ritsuka. They play coy with their feelings, and almost miss out on their chance to act on them. Enter AA and her ulterior motives.
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Honesty…
In life, and even as a heroic spirit, honesty had never come easily to Artoria Pendragon. Every version and every form of the Once and Future King had its troubles, and the most common denominator was the internal nature of said troubles.
A complete loss of humanity, if they had any to begin with? Very internal. Mental health baggage? You bet; any King forcing themselves to swagger like their petite, effeminate body had a regal scepter dangling between their legs was going to have that. And that's not even touching the stress of the common man realizing their extremely pretty and downright angelic-faced King might have the opposite of said scepter. A Queen! Bending the knee to a woman?!
God forbid. The peasants in Camelot wouldn't even be able to afford the luxury of clutching pearls. Ironically, rosary beads always made a poorer-than-poor substitute for a stress-reliever. Improperly made (as so many of them were in that time period!), they were prone to give splinters. And as anyone suffering from a splinter is likely to say, there is nothing worse than a splinter. Until it gets pulled free, anyway.
—-So it all was with the young fairy woman dubbed Caster Artoria, her heart and soul heavily weighed down by the expectations destiny foisted upon her. She knew her purpose, her reason for being, and wanted nothing more than to avoid it. 'My life's purpose' is a figure of speech for humans, but not the fae folk. Indeed, if she could abandon it all and live a simple life as a simple woman, she would have done so gladly.
For a fairy, such rebellion was as impossible as a pig flying without the use of magecraft– maybe possible for some mages.
Well.
Definitely possible for most mages, if they cared to put in the time and effort. But not this Artoria. Cruel irony made a mockery of her Caster role. One of her most defining moments would forever be her magecraft duel with Tristan– one that ended with him running out of magical trinkets and doodads, and her punching him. That was something she was good at, right there. For a woman barely clearing both 5'0 and 90 pounds, she had a great right hook. Not that anyone relied on it, in the end.
Destiny and purpose had its way with her, and like so many of her alternates, Caster Artoria kept so much of it bottled up and shoved deep. She presented herself to the world and her friends as the young woman she wanted to be, so full of energy and life and enthusiasm– always smiling and keeping a good vibe going. But in the end, the Caster Artoria that Ritsuka and his allies had grown close went away, becoming something else: Artoria Avalon, an extension of the Human Order, not just the spirit of the Holy Sword but Excalibur itself.
The Caster they had known had been little more than her shell, a retrospective echo– a young woman in the last spring of her life, one whose pitiless future would force her to sacrifice all vestige and veneer. Even the unrealistic hope and dream of a simple life and a summer's fun was lost in the transition from girl to sword.
How and why such a thing could be possible? Well, that was above Caster Artoria's understanding of the universe. And Ritsuka's. And most of Chaldea's staff. The contradictory, space-time mocking laws inherent to the World (plus its Reverse side and its Outside) could easily induce a migraine.
To preserve sanity, it was generally agreed-upon throughout the facility that when someone confidently declared the impossible to be possible? They were probably right. And if someone just as confidently told them that they were wrong and that it was impossible that they had made impossible possible? There were eight-to-two odds that person would soon be eating crow, depending on whether or not they were willing to throw down.
And thus, when the season came that Artoria Avalon decided to give Caster Artoria a chance at the life she earned but could never have? Not a single soul questioned it. Indeed, most people smiled and nodded and were just glad to have her there. A lack of surprise was not inherently surprising, considering how wild things could get in the fight for humanity's future.
The weirdest thing about it was when the two women occupied the same room, being the same person. Not the same appearance because they were fairies born with the same purpose. Not just alternatives summoned from different myths, facts or fiction. Certainly not another Caster plucked from a rehash of the Camelot lostbelt. Nay, the same person: one with a very flexible connection to space-time, able to explain the difference at length. The other?
Her eyes glazed over at anything but the short-and-swift 'too long, didn't listen' version: Caster Artoria, soon dubbed Castoria, had a new purpose, a new destiny. Where Avalon only had spring to her name, Castoria would get to live in summer, for the both of them. And that—-
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—-that kept a smile on Castoria's face, right up to the edge of autumn. It couldn't all be fun and games, but she and Ritsuka made the most of the time they had together. Fighting to preserve humanity's existence took constant priority over hanging out, watching movies, sharing meals, but that was just a Master and a Servant's lot.
Still though, Castoria was like all other versions of herself. Even living her best life, the life she never thought she could have, she had something weighing her down on the inside. A bit of honesty with herself and her feelings would have gone a long way to alleviating it, to be sure. But she wasn't willing to face her inner demons, for all the other ways she had shown bravery to the world.
With her smile fallen and her shoulders hinting at a slight sulk, the tiny blonde walked up to her bedroom's wall and gazed upon her wall-hung calendar. Every day of her hot servant summer had been marked with hearts and smiling faces in pink marker, terse little notes scribbled in blue ink. Some had been written ahead of time, but most were tantamount to diary entries– afterword mentions of what she had done that day, to be read later and reminiscenced over. It had been a special summer.
But September 22nd was coming up, and that would officially mark summer's fall. Castoria lifted her pink marker to her lips, biting the cap off and doodling a flat-lipped smiley face to mark off September 21st. She didn't bother with the pen she used to notate happenings; she hadn't for the last week. Things had been busy. Too busy. Like most everyone else, she had found ways to keep busy herself– but they didn't feel meaningful to her. She had spent time with friends, laughing and smiling, enjoying herself…
Hiding the immature hurt at heart all the while. The last week of summer should have been a special culmination of everything that led up to it. We could have done… something, Castoria thought glumly to herself, replacing her marker's cap and tucking it away. But it's too late now, isn't it? She breathed out a sigh and took a step back on her platform sneaker-sandals, head cocking back to stare moodily at the ceiling. Anything.
I shouldn't be this upset over it, Castoria told herself, but that was as far as her self-consoling went.
Ritsuka's busy took a different form from hers. She hadn't seen him the whole week, and they barely had a proper goodbye. The incident that dragged him away was a short rayshift that went south fast, and Castoria wasn't deemed the right servant to join him there. Ironically, two members of his team were Casters– Nero Claudius and Charlotte Corday, in their summer forms.
The Castoria that Artoria Avalon brought forth was a Caster only in name: her summer form was a Berserker-class servant, not unfairly given her relative skill at magecraft. And truly, she loved it. It was a better fit for her skills and fighting style, and the outfit was downright inspired. At a moment's notice, she could hop into any kind of sports, or shed a few articles and be ready to soak up some sun or swim in the ocean, thanks to the bikini beneath.
She knew Ritsuka would have taken her, if he could justify it. That didn't make her feel any better, though. Jealousy kept tickling and needling at her heart, and unfairly at that. Of all the Casters that Ritsuka could have taken along, all the Casters at his disposal, he had picked two busty babes in bikinis, one of whom could be fiendishly flirty and could conceivably impersonate her. Castoria had no fair reason to be ill-at-ease with them, for she knew Ritsuka had zero interest in Nero (she freaked him out, actually!) and Charlotte was her friend, but. But. So many buts.
It just was. He had picked other women over her out of necessity, and because of necessity, summer would end without the bang it deserved. It would end with her heart broken, unless she could do what every version of Artoria Pendragon struggled to do: be honest with herself.
Another, moodier sigh puffed its way out of Castoria, and she lifted her arms to interlace her fingers behind her head. Maybe I'll go for a walk, she reasoned. See what's going on. It's that, or flop down on my bed and bury my face in my pillow for a few hours. She then turned, and immediately found herself brushing up against an unexpected presence, startling and squeaking out a, "Whozzatwhyzzat?!"
It was not her most eloquent moment, nor her most elegant: she fumbled and stumbled as she tried to hop from pillowing her own head to a prepared fighting stance. Whomever dared attack her in her bedroom would learn the power of her right hook– unless they gently laid hands upon her arms and spoke with soft serenity: "It's just me."
From Avalon's lips, those words were synonymous with it's just yourself. "Jeez!" Castoria exclaimed, pulse pounding in her ears, green eyes preposterously wide. "Don't sneak up on me like that," she complained as the pumped-up response to fight-or-flight began draining out of her. Though flustered, her defenses came back up quickly, albeit in a different form– the same smile she used to keep the world from knowing what was happening beneath the surface.
Avalon returned that smile, the differences slight yet somehow coming across as a thousand times more mature. "You ignored my knocking, and my saying hello. Perhaps your mind was elsewhere," she suggested, "longing to be with someone who isn't here?" Her hands stroked along the sleeves of Castoria's jacket, which amounted to nothing more than that– sleeves and shoulders, cut to showcase her bikini-framed body from chest to hips.
That fluster on Castoria's cheeks deepened. "That's not–" she started to argue with herself, but how could she? Avalon was the one person in Chaldea who could say they truly knew Castoria's mind, and what drove her. "Sorry," she mumbled. "I guess, um…" Called out, and accurately at that, words failed the girl. She glanced away awkwardly, hands dropping to fidget at her sides. "Why are you here?" Though they were the same person, they were not obliged to share a room– Chaldea had as much space as there were servants, somehow.
Soon enough, the softest hands imaginable– her own, on another body –slipped up from shoulders to collar and then Castoria's neck. They cupped lightly beneath her jaw and tilted her face back towards Avalon's own, with a sort of intimate familiarity, often only shown by lovers or close kin. The other fairy was neither to Castoria, but that did not amount to the very personal touch feeling wrong. "Because he's back," Avalon told Castoria, still smiling. "And because you cannot waste this chance."
"Ritsuka?" Castoria asked, stunned. It was so sudden, so abrupt– of course he would return victorious, but usually there was a little more warning, relevant reports, announcements on the PA system. Had she been feeling less sorry for herself, she would have caught them. She sucked in a short breath before it caught. "Ritsuka's back?"
"He is," Avalon's chin dipped in a shallow nod, less an addition to her answer: it paired with a lean forward that brought the two fairies brow-to-brow. "Let him rest tonight. Let him rest through the day tomorrow. He is weary, and that will give you time to prepare yourself for what you want to do with him tomorrow night," she whispered, nose brushing fondly along Castoria's own.
"What I want to do with him? Tomorrow night?" Castoria echoed back the questions, still not willing to answer them for herself. "I don't know what… what you're talking about."
But she couldn't lie to herself. Avalon wanted to make sure that she– they –had the best summer possible, with the best ending possible. She was direct and to the point in tearing down the proverbial wall blockading Castoria's honesty. Perhaps she was overly honest, for Castoria's face soon turned pink and then a dangerous shade of red.
Avalon knew herself, and she knew what she was doing. It was necessary, just as letting Ritsuka rest was. Castoria needed time to come to terms with it, and she needed time to ask questions. Dozens of them. Hundreds of them, over the course of the evening the two-yet-one blondes spent cloistered, sitting side by side on the bed. Most were trite or elementary, but Avalon showed no judgment, knowing the nature of Castoria's upbringing and her destiny.
After all, it had been her own. They broke their seclusion to grab chocolate parfaits and a white board before returning to Castoria's room, whereupon Avalon set to work using Castoria's pink marker (dry-erase, luckily) to draw some very embarassing yet very illustrative diagrams. She talked away with comfortable confidence on the topic while her younger self bounced between giggling, slack-jawed staring and outright mortification. Eventually, she turned her pen over to note-taking, which did not last long. Writing it out was just weird.
One question grew increasingly pertinent to Castoria, but it went unvoiced until near their end for the night. "Do you think… he's done this before?" she asked, her expression unsure as she met Avalon's eye.
Avalon knew the answer, and her little smile slanted kind, knowing herself well enough to pick up on subtle specifics not provided. "He has, and he won't be frightened of doing it with you. You need only show a little initiative, and the rest will come naturally."
"... right," Castoria smiled back tentatively, some of that internal weight shed.
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He got her note around lunch time, casually delivered by Avalon. It was simple and to the point, an invitation to join Castoria in her room after the evening meal for a conversation– a request Ritsuka would have preferred that she voice in person. After a week apart, he was hungry for her presence and her conversation. Not seeing her the previous night bothered him more than not having her present to welcome him back.
But Ritsuka didn't fret on it, sure that she had her reasons, and trusting that the conversation wouldn't be anything unpleasant. The afternoon passed by easily in the company of his other friends and servants, and the delicious meal on the cafetaria's menu went down quickly, flavors unappreciated. Fretless or fretful, he was impatient and eager to see Castoria.
After a quick shower and a change of clothes, he was knocking at her door. "It's open," her familiar voice called, its sweet warmth tinged a bit apprehensive. A push and a step forward, and it hissed wide for Ritsuka, allowing him to enter the room.
"Hey," Ritsuka smiled with genuine pleasure at the sight of her. They had gotten so close during the Camelot lostbelt; losing her and gaining Avalon had been heartbreaking. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he had cried then, nor that he had cried at her unexpected return for the summer. For all the close friendships he sported with his servants, he knew that what he had with Castoria was something special.
Something he had been worried about ruining. Ritsuka was neither blind nor naive. Her pretty face had not eluded his eye, though it took second place to his love for her as a person– just as being a fairy and a summoned servant was second to her personhood. And in her Berserker fit, well. Ritsuka had hot blood pumping through his veins.
Her Berserker drip could not be ignored, and for a moment his eyes couldn't help but catch on it– a moment created by Castoria's smiling hesitation. A week apart, and her immediate reaction to seeing him again was to fling herself at him, to hug herself tight to his chest and burrow deep into him. A little self-consciousness kept her back, a need to play it cool and steady, to be chill. Casual.
To be comfortable, when she reached the planned zenith of their conversation, planned in detail the previous night. Thoughts raced back and forth in Castoria's head at a mile a minute, trying to decide whether or not to give in to impulse. They said so much that somehow amounted to so little. Her desire to do it only grew stronger as emotion bubbled up inside her, hints of tears beginning to form in her eyes.
Ritsuka's lingering look had no impact on that self-consciousness. She knew she looked good, no, incredible. Her hair was perfect, taking hours to achieve that somehow-immaculate 'just put it up in twintails' look. There was no need for her Camelot-marked dad cap or jacket indoors; her white-cupped, black-stringed bikini top flattered the surprising hand-filling swell of her breasts. Not terribly large, not compared to Nero, but on her slight-yet-toned body they were perfect. And perfectly tempting.
It didn't help Ritsuka that as she hovered unsurely, Castoria had one arm slipped behind her back, grasping the other arm's elbow, back given the slightest arch that nevertheless proved to be unwittingly preening. She could leave his mouth feeling dry, sometimes.
Aware of how the lapse could drag into staring– and knowing Castoria well enough to read her mood –Ritsuka took another step into the room. As the door hissed shut behind him, he spread his arms without a word, and that was all that Castoria needed. Becoming a blonde blur, she cleared the room in a second, leaning up on her platforms to shove her face against his neck. "Missed you a lot, Master," she whispered fondly, leaving the slightest bit of dampness on his skin.
His own pleasure at getting to hug her buried his otherwise strong awareness of her breasts squishing against his sternum. "You too, Castoria," he whispered, arms holding her close. "I'm sorry, I would've taken you with me if it made sense to do so. But–"
"It's okay. You're here now. We're here," Castoria mumbled, and caught herself from just up and outing the unstated ulterior motive of her note. She couldn't just up and say it to him– that cool, steady, chill, casual approach was out the window now. "Ummmm. Do you want to… I don't know, sit down?" she asked shyly, pulling back and peeking up to meet his eye; her platforms only boosted her height so much.
"Yeah, sure," Ritsuka smiled, and she smiled too. She didn't have a table or chairs in her room, just a bed.
Not thinking to bringing in more distance-appropriate furniture was a mistake she cursed herself for making, something that wouldn't keep her ultimate intent fresh on her mind. If everything went as Castoria planned with Avalon, they would be ending the night where it began.
–Though, it wasn't long before she was glad for it. Glad to have an excuse to sit side-by-side with him, to lean against him while they talked. That closeness and their shared warmth made it easier for her to slip her fingers into his hand, and then to slip her digits between his. They talked, first of how the singularity went, before moving on to the summer that they had together and the pictures they took, so many of which decorated the wall over her bed.
Castoria cursed herself a second time over; it looked like a shrine to their relationship in retrospect, when their relationship was officially that of 'just friends'. He didn't mind it, though, and seemed pleased when he realized they were there.
An hour passed, and they had chocolate. In chocolate, her favorite snack, Castoria found courage. Not enough courage to just come out and say it, but some. A start. Then another hour flew past them, every minute in Ritsuka's presence a heart-swelling delight to Castoria.
There were other varieties of swelling taking place for both of them, though their nature was more worrisome to Ritsuka's demeanor than Castoria's. He shifted discreetly upon the bed, occasionally tugging at his pants to make sure the outward showing of his basest feelings did not betray him, or embarrass her. But the problem only got worse, and as much as Ritsuka enjoyed having her against his side, he knew it was only a matter of time before his Little Gudako became obvious.
"So, uh," the Master cleared his throat and gently began disentangling his fingers from Castoria's, nervously rising. A risk of showing that he was trying to hide, but he was sure it wasn't going to be that noticeable in his black pants. "You said there was something you wanted to talk about, right? I'm happy to just hang out, but um…"
Ritsuka turned to face her, shrugging and smiling awkwardly. "Just seemed like there was something specific," he said, hoping to head off the issue that was growing in his pants. Maybe it was something serious. Maybe it would end with him calming down from where his mood was headed. He wasn't blind or naive, sure. But in wanting so badly to make sure their friendship endured, Ritsuka had overlooked the obvious: Castoria did not want to end the summer as 'just friends'.
Left sitting on the bed, the green-eyed fairy leaned forward and dampened her lips– little more than a flick of her tongue over their petal pink, an excuse to delay. Just like the conversation. But there was only so much night left for the two of them, and once it ran through, that would be that. No more summer. Delaying had left her impatient with herself, and eager with him, for him, in all the ways that mattered most. "Yeah. Sorry." Castoria ducked her head and swallowed softly, whispering words too quiet for Ritsuka to hear.
"Sorry?" Ritsuka took a half-step back towards her, towards the bed. "I didn't hear that."
Knowing the words could never be unsaid once they left her lips, Castoria gave a comely sort of grimace, a cute little wince emphasized by the dimple that showed in its expression. Her fingers began to come together for the sake of a fidget, but instead settled upon her knees as her resolve steeled. She had a plan. She had chocolate in her belly. She had him, right in front of her. This is it. This is the point of no return. And still–
It wasn't until she started to look up again that Castoria noticed the little thing that pushed her over the edge. Not that she'd describe it as little, but well– it was definitely in hiding, black's slimming nature downplaying it. She didn't need an Archer-class servant's perception traits to notice it. So simple, so trite, but sometimes the most basic things make the largest difference.
Before Ritsuka could realize what her eyes had spied– before her inner turmoil could boil over and sabotage her on the cusp of glory –Castoria flicked her earnest green eyes higher, locking gazes with his, so curious and blue. The whispered came out again, louder, more certain for their unsure rehearsal. "This summer has been the happiest I've ever been, and the only thing that could make me happier is–" Right there, the confidence started to shake, showing in her voice, but it didn't stop her. Ritsuka's mouth was hanging open
"–is if we have sex before it's over. And it's almost over. On the calendar, I mean," Castoria continued, speaking a little quicker, lifting a hand to point over at her pink-and-blue marked-up calendar. Had either of them hopped up to give it a quick inspection, they would have seen what Avalon scribbled in for the 22nd: 'Get fucked by Ritsuka <3'. "September seems autumn-y but it's really the end of Summer!"
Ritsuka was speechless, still stuck two sentences behind Castoria; the distance between them in the conversation only grew as her ramble picked up steam.
"And, and it'll make up for having to go a week without you when I, um, you know, love you so much. And– and that's why I want you to be the one that takes my virginity!" Castoria exclaimed, with an alarming volume that luckily couldn't penetrate Chaldea's sound-proofed walls. Beginning to run out of runway, Castoria finally found the brakes on her flapping lips, kissable as they were, glossed that night to be even more so. Her hands lifted from her knees and clapped down on them, her head then tipping forward in a crude semblance of a Japanese bow. "Tonight! Please! Can we have sex?" she asked anxiously.
A moment of silence passed, deeply and profoundly pregnant for its short length. Castoria swallowed her nerves, clutching at her knees, one bare and the other clothed in her peculiar pants. Ritsuka did not keep her waiting in suspension: "You… Castoria… are you sure?" he asked, getting that dry-mouthed feeling once again.
"... Yes," she murmured, peeking up shyly, almost glad for his apparent hesitation. Part of her had wanted him to take the lead, to get assertive with her from the get-go or to pop the question himself. A greater part of her now welcomed his uncertainty, such as it was; though he had experience where it counted, they were otherwise in similar boats. Of similar minds.
For Ritsuka, well– his prior flings had been just that, flings. A date, a little romance, but mostly just fun that ended amicably. And they had never sprouted from a woman asking. They were always the sort of thing that built up quickly, with mutual desire at their core. This was different, but he couldn't argue with his own body, not when it aligned with her honest desire. He honored that honesty with some of his own, his voice quieter but more passionate for it. "I love you too, and… I've wanted to sleep with you all this time, too. I just didn't want to risk it ruining anything," he said.
"Then… you should've brought it up yourself sooner, jeez," Castoria giggled with giddy relief, dampening her glossed lips a second time. A second set of tears started to sheen in her eyes, but she headed it off with abrupt movement. Her knees thumped lightly on the bedroom's floor as she fell forward to them, a quick ootch putting her right in front of Ritsuka, face right in front of his crotch.
It was time to seize the moment. "Whoa," Ritsuka was a bit startled, starting to take a step back that Castoria halted with fingers snagging his belt. "Are you going to–?" he started to ask.
"Yeah," Castoria interrupted, biting her bottom lip as her fingers followed the trail of his belt to its front and center, pausing just shy of unbuckling it. Her face felt like it was made of molten magma. "Is that okay?" she asked with a quick chew on the swell of her bottom lip. "Do you… like them? If you don't we can start with something else," she offered quickly, though she hoped he wouldn't say that. Starting down there, with her mouth, that was part of the plan Avalon gave her– something she liked, and something Castoria found herself intrigued by. It checked out, them being the same person and all.
"N-no, they feel great. Just, um, before you do–" Ritsuka gently pried Castoria's fingers loose from his belt, and just as gently took her face in his hands. In that moment, he took the same intimacy with her that Avalon used to set her down their path, their plan.
Their first kiss was a light thing, her low and him high, lips brushing together. It surprised Castoria, and pleased her too. She chased more of it before he could retreat, her hands fumbling for his belt's latch as they deepened it, tongue experimentally peeking through and tangling together. When it came loose, he began to straighten, sheepishly telling her, "Just in case… you know."
'Just in case it got messy'.
Castoria didn't, not really. There was so much Avalon could explain, but most of it required a touch of experience to understand. "Yeah," she lied with a smile, her eyes sheening with both joy and that threat of earlier tears. Then they dipped front and forward, locking upon the discreet lump formed by Ritsuka's hard-on. Her fingers moved with due care as they unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, taking a slight breath of anticipation and expecting it to just– fly out at her. Like a sword drawn from its scabbard. Like Excalibur drawn forth from the stone.
It didn't disappoint her that she just saw his underwear. Her fingers inched up to grasp their waist, holding that breath still as she yanked both bottom layers down to Ritsuka's knees. Then it was bobbing up after briefly being kept down by his boxer-briefs' elastic. Its first contact with her was a graze along her nose in the process, warm and smooth and surprising; Castoria found herself giggling in surprise and delight. "Oh!"
"S-sorry," Ritsuka laughed with embarassment, his hands hesitating at his sides. The next time they moved, they did what came naturally– they settled upon the flanks of Castoria's golden head, thumbs stroking along her hair. "They uh, they do that sometimes."
"Yeah. It's… it's cuter than I expected it to be," Castoria felt a silly grin spread across her glossed lips as she looked over Ritsuka's cock, hands leaving his pants to rest upon his knees. The first cock she had ever seen, and all the more beautiful and interesting to her loving eyes for being Ritsuka's. "I was afraid it'd be like a Rhongomyniad," she confessed, unable to look up from its purple head, its already damp slit, foreskin naturally relented.
Ritsuka understood what Castoria meant, even before she added with shy warmth: "I love it. I love you, Ritsuka."
He would've replied in kind, if not for her quickly going out of her way to prove her sincerity. Castoria didn't take any time playing with him or feeling him over; she went right for the proverbial throne. The scent of Ritsuka's clean cock was not offensive to her nose, and she was eager to find out how it tasted as she took it past her lips, tongue moving over him with clumsy enthusiasm. "C-Castoria!" Ritsuka gasped.
Castoria took that as a good sign. With the unceremonious deflowering of her mouth out of the way, she sealed her lips an inch down his shaft and tilted her gaze up to meet his, letting the affection in her eyes say what her mouth could not: I like this. I like having your cock in my mouth. In the moments before, she wasn't aware of how wet her mouth had gotten, salivating– but with him filling her there, it became apparent. Her tongue kept moving, smooth in glide if not motion; it took some time for her to get a feel for how that muscle could dance and roll over him.
In that moment, throughout that acclimation, Castoria got her hands in motion too. Unlike her cock-loving tongue, they did move seamlessly up his tense thighs, enjoying the faintest hint of shiver over their hairy expanse. Avalon's long dissertation on technique and moves had included a lot of diagrams for this act in particular, most of them now seeming useless in retrospect; seeing and feeling were two different things. The little blonde thus went with what felt most natural, eschewing those lessons. One of her hands roamed up over Ritsuka's hip, finding his backside.
It had always struck her as a cute little rump, and it filled her small hand nicely. Castoria gave it a little squeeze– and then gave a faint grunt at how that seemed to make Ritsuka breathe deep and buck his hips, inching a bit deeper into her mouth. That gave her a bit of pause, but she didn't peel back, his presence still welcome. Her other hand roamed up from his thigh and remained in front, grazing gently along the inches of his cock left outside her mouth, learning its feel, the surprising definition beneath its smoothness. It ran along his pubic hair, neatly trimmed, and it ran low too, cupping beneath his balls, very gentle in a massage there.
That touch made his hips buck a second time, though Ritsuka was more prepared to keep himself in check. His fingers curled lightly into Castoria's hair. "God, you look so beautiful down there," he whispered. Her cheeks hadn't lost their fluster, but as she got more confident, it did begin to die down. Just a few words of praise were enough to set them on fresh fire, however– and they only further fueled the other fire burning throughout her body.
Ritsuka had feared Castoria glimpsing that which his pants hid, prior to her popping the question– though Castoria was in similar straits, her related worries were of a different nature. She knew her growing wetness couldn't possibly show, but still, it was distinct. Her panties had become more than just moist, flooded with the flames of need. The littlest part of her, the most wicked part of her that she avoided touching, it throbbed, and she felt so empty down there.
It was an infectious fire, spreading up through her belly, skin all the more sensitive for its warmth, nipples stiff beneath her bikini top. With it came an undeniable demand throughout her body, one she began to give into while furthering her experimentation with Ritsuka's cock. Her tongue ran underneath it as she started to bob her head in slight movements, shallowly coursing him against her taste buds. That introduced her to a flavor that immediately became her second favorite: Ritsuka, Ritsuka, Ritsuka. Ritsuka, she almost seemed to moan around him.
At the same time, Castoria's hand was falling away from his balls, to her own chest. Properly removing her top would have taken more time and concentration then she could spare, for she was unwilling to compromise on the loving but lewd sauna-service being given to Ritsuka's cock. Not just for his sake, but hers too. It truly felt good to have him in her mouth, and even better for knowing he enjoyed it. Her natural inclination was that of a pleaser.
The moan told him that, loud and clear, her moan a continual hum around his cock. A simple thing, but the vibrations were trapped in her mouth, another form of pleasure put upon Ritsuka's sucked cock. The servant's Master groaned none-too-quietly, the curl of his fingers against her scalp growing stronger, creating a firm grip, though they continued to only hold on to her. A need to close his eyes and just enjoy ran through Ritsuka, but he couldn't give into it– not when he realized what Castoria was doing, what she was showing him.
Even just blinking would be inexcusable. He forced himself to focus on her hands as they tugged at the fabric cups covering her breasts. Already, their fit had never really contained them– rather than miming the natural shape of the breast they were meant to bear, they were white rectangles along them, exposing a healthy amount of her inner cleavage and outer side-boob. Not wanting to embarrass Castoria, Ritsuka had always been good about not staring at the enticing, flirty fit.
Now though? Things were different. He knew she wanted that attention, and he gave it to her. Ritsuka's breath caught mid-grunt as the white slipped outward and allowed her flawless breasts to breathe unburdened, only framed by the lingering top. Even pinker than the sweet lips wrapped around his cock, her hard nipples begged for attention Ritsuka couldn't give them, seated upon perfectly-proportioned areolae. "Fuck," he whispered in admiration, and again uttered the word Castoria loved to hear from his lips: "So beautiful."
Flushed and happy, Castoria slanted her eyes back up to his as her hands briefly grazed upon her tits: hand-filling for Ritsuka, but not for her. It was an unconscious touch, a brief pass-by that nevertheless made her hips wriggle amidst her kneel. She seemed to smile around his cock, and those shallow bobs of her head grew a little faster, taking him a little deeper. Cleanliness was not much of a consideration, not while she was giving his dick her all: even so, it would have mortified her if she realized how much spittle was running along the corners of her mouth.
Ritsuka loved it. Almost as much as he loved continuing to watch her hands– they went further south, tugging at the strings that served as her one-legged pants' fly. With shifts and squirms, she began to tug them down, blowjob only compromised when she took the time to fumble off her platform sandal-sneakers and tug off their sole leg. He gave into a blink then, if only to be ready for what he hoped would be next. Castoria held him steady in her mouth, tongue back to giving clumsy rolls until she was done with the hardest part.
Then next came. Castoria's fingers hesitated for only a second before they committed, simultaneously pulling both strings of her side-tied bikini bottoms. They came loose quickly, and her already-parted thighs allowed them to fall without ceremony once her fingers released the strings. Between her head and his cock, Ritsuka only got the briefest of sneak-previews at what she unleashed: a sweet little pussy, all princess and no king. Its lips were deeply swollen, red and damp with the wet flush of arousal. Earlier in the day, she had shaved it bare, silky-smooth to the touch. That had been one of Avalon's suggestions.
As her hand ventured down to begin delicately, unsurely touching herself– well, Castoria became sure quick, her body reactive to the touch, tempering its desire without coming anywhere close to taming it. Her moans deepened around Ritsuka's cock, eyes lidding shut as she continued to play with her virgins folds. Though he couldn't see that either, he could hear the wet schlick of her digits, and soon enough, his cock got to enjoy the same treatment. She began stroking along the base of his cock while fucking her mouth with it. Every time that she drew back now, he almost slipped from her mouth, furthering the sloppy mess she was making.
Her first real foray into masturbation covered the warning even a virgin with Castoria might have noted, when Ritsuka's cock twitch signalled an advent. His grunt turned growl, and that grip in her hair stopped being a passive thing. When his FWBs sucked him off, he was used to it ending a certain way–
But it couldn't end like that. Not with Castoria. Too caught-up with his impending release, Ritsuka kept himself from thrusting or shoving down on her head. Instead, he gently pushed upon her head, and she took what was meant as a suggestion as a Command Spell. Unsure but ultimately trusting of him, Castoria ceded all control over to her first lover, her only lover. He slid deeper into her mouth, her hand falling from his cock to grasp his thigh as it breached her throat. There, her body reacted naturally, much as her fingers and pussy were– she began to gag.
"Castoria, I love you too," Ritsuka hissed as the point of no return came, filling the little blonde with so much joy, right before his cock's joy started to fill her too. One of those things went smoother than the other; for every time she managed to swallow down some of his spunk, it guaranteed twice as much was in her mouth when he pulled out and she was left sputtering and coughing, trying to recover.
No more masturbation, then, just a sloppy little mess on her and the floor, saliva and cum intermixed. Between rough exhales and wheezes, doubled over on one hand and two knees, Castoria giggled at the absurdity of it. The hand that had been playing with herself tried to clean up the thick seed that now stained the corners of her mouth, licking and sucking Ritsuka's cum off with eagerness.
"Uh– sorry," Post-nut clarity gave Ritsuka enough self-awareness to look and feel as bashful as he deserved to, forcing her to swallow without warning. "Here, let me…" His jacket and shirt were quickly shucked. The latter was the closest thing the pair had to a rag handy, and with laundry day coming up, he didn't mind using it to help clean Castoria.
"Don't be," Castoria gave Ritsuka a pink-cheeked grin, whispering the words as she watched him close. "I liked it. It was… it was kind of tasty." Indeed, there was a distinction between the taste of Ritsuka's cock and his cum, the latter slightly sweet– and it made for a tie, neck-in-neck with chocolate for her favorite flavor.
"Yeah?" Ritsuka asked with a bit of a shiver, readily excited by Castoria's eager enthusiasm. Though, a few seconds afterwards that same enthusiasm had him yelping and moaning, as she sought to return his help by cleaning him up, too. His limp cock was just as welcome in her mouth, but did not stay long.
When he was hard again, Castoria withdrew in silence, licking her lips hungrily and crawling back, not taking her eyes off his as she eased up from floor to bed. The last few things on Ritsuka's body fell away as he joined her in full-blown nudity and began his approach. "Are you ready?" he asked her softly, seeing the slight shift in her. "We can stop here for now, if you want."
The gulp in her throat.
The shiver of her spine.
New nervousness struck Castoria as they came nearer and nearer the next point of no return, but it couldn't kill her excitement, her arousal. The fairy spread her lithe legs for her beloved, giving him his first real look at her pussy, so tiny, so delicate, and so ready for him. Her hands slipped down and along her bottom, reaching over her ass to gently spread it, holding the soaking lips wide. "Yes. Please. This is what I want," she told him with a shy little smile, her eyes running appreciatively over his body, his cock.
And Ritsuka was more than ready to give it to Castoria. He crawled between her parted legs, his cock brushing her entrance as his mouth lowered to meet hers; a brief brush and nudge of his hand made sure that he was aligned with her sultry slit. An even smaller nudge of his hips breached her with just the tip, teased by her twitch and spasm and whimper. Then their kiss was starting again, this time going further than far, making the prior light kiss feel like a featherweight. Ritsuka took her mouth lovingly lip-on-lip and guided her through something more romantic, his tongue seeking hers.
One of his hands pillared his weight alongside her head, but the other began to feel over that which he couldn't before. Her breast filled his hand like it had been summoned for that express purpose; he gave its soft warmth a tender massage, waiting for Castoria to relax further before going further. Kiss and fondle alike were new and novel to Castoria, and delightfully so. With all her love and trust for him, the little blonde yielded to everything he wanted, everything he introduced her to. Her back arched and writhed as he teased her nipple, and her tongue played sedately with his, happy to taste him in a third way.
There was just one problem: Castoria was impatient beyond belief, so ready to take him. So desperate to take him. A week ago, she might have just laid there and waited for him to proceed at his leisure. Little contractions of her pussy kept threatening to push his tip out of her, building an irrational fear inside her that he would slip out and never return.
—but Castoria had become honest with herself, albeit in a roundabout way that involved a heart-to-heart and sex-ed with her future self. She wanted him and she didn't want to wait any longer. Enough already. Get inside me, the woman wanted to yell at him, and with little more thought than that, her body acted. Her hands and legs moved in tandem, the former clapping down on her lover's ass, the latter wrapping around his waist and crossing ankles over the small of his back. As he grunted into their kiss, surprised, she pushed and squeezed and that was that.
It was quick, though he didn't quite just slip into her– there was some discomfort as her body dealt with something entirely foreign there for the first time. It only served to make Castoria squeeze harder, nails digging into his rump. Ritsuka's hips gave a light rocking backwards, as though unsure of what happened and worried, but that just got her double-down tripled, and that was enough already for him too. The lovers were on the same page.
For a minute, perhaps two, the pair simply continued their kiss, bodies tight together, pelvis-to-pelvis, balls-to-ass. Warmed up and turned on in spades, Castoria's body grew accustomed to the new stretch inside her, and the sinfully soft pink walls trembled a welcome around Ristuka's long-awaited cock. Mutual moans colored their kiss, which only broke as Castoria gave Ritsuka a clear signal, releasing his ass.
"Y-you're inside me," Castoria whispered breathlessly, green eyes already a bit glassy as she marveled up at Ritsuka's face. "You're filling me up so much…"
"You feel incredible," Ritsuka whispered back. She had fucked her mouth with his cock, but he made love to her pussy, beginning to thrust and slowly building to a smooth rhythm. Not once did he leave the deep end of her shallow core, picking up quickly on what seemed to heighten Castoria's moans. He got her writhing with antsy pleasure beneath him.
Her clawing at his shoulders helped, especially once his mouth descended. Castoria's nails bit deep on another kiss, and deeper yet when his mouth trailed loving kisses along her neck, head thrown back in groaning ecstasy that gave even further exposure to the vulnerable column. A prestigious pathfinder, his trailblazing lips soon found her breast, and reacted accordingly to the fairy's jump in moaning pitch, hands moving to grasp at his hair, finding two little fistfuls to seize upon.
"Ritsuka," Castoria whimpered–
"Ritsuka," Castoria gasped–
"Ritsuka!" Castoria cried–
Then the moment came, his lips wrapped around her nipple, his cock twitching inside her, her cunt spasming around him. Her heaven-seeking wail was all ecstasy, surprised at the full-body revolt she never knew came with sex. As her body thrashed beneath him, she couldn't bring his name back to her lips, lost to the culmination of their joining. She didn't need to, for Ritsuka to know she was shouting for him, inviting him to join her in their own little nirvana.
Together, two become one, there was no concern about Chaldea's mission, just love– lots of it, more than Ritsuka knew he had in him once all was said and done. He pulled out groaning roughly, amazed to see how much slipped out of Castoria's twitching cunt. "Ritsuka," she mewled desperately for him afterward, her trembling hands pawing at him needfully, not finished with him yet.
Not for sex, but to simply lay there with her, to have her cuddled up close to his side as she recovered. The bedroom's lights seemed to dim of their own accord, inviting what the pair deserved after spending themselves– sweet rest, together for the first time.
Castoria was still shaking with post-orgasmic waves as she slipped away to dreamland, and though Ritsuka had gotten steady quicker, he was not far behind her. Humanity's only hope did not question how or when Chaldea's bedrooms became capable of self-dimming or turning off, smiling with contentness as he followed after Castoria, looking forward to what autumn would bring come morning.
Little did he know that his dreams would be pleasant, too– sleep after sex had always been peaceful darkness to him, but not that night. No, that night he dreamed of another Castoria crawling up to his side, trailing kisses from the tip of his cock up to his mouth. "She had her fun. May I have mine now?" she asked with a certain sereness, dignified propriety undercut with mischief.
"Uhhh?" Ritsuka groaned.
"Don't worry. She knows. She agreed we could," the second Castoria murmured, stroking his cock with a sureness and confidence the first Castoria did not possess. Another kiss brushed his lips, and then she slipped atop him in a straddle, smoothly positioning him at her entrance. "You made love to her, but you and I, we'll be fucking," the woman continued in a sultry whisper, even as she sank her hips down and impaled herself upon him to the hilt. "—Mnnn, your cock feels so wonderful…"
"Uhhhmmm," the weary Master groaned, sure it was a dream.
"Don't worry," she promised atop him, hands coming to rest on his belly as she started to bounce in wet, quick ride, even as the first Castoria nestled closer, sleepily rubbing along his chest. "I'll do all the work. Just lay back and keep enjoying my sweet cunt, Ritsuka, all I need is for you to keep this gorgeous cock hard for me–"
He did. It was only a dream, after all.
Morning came, and they were on the other side of autumn. Ritsuka awoke groggily but grunting, alarmed– worried, even –about the strange sensations that stirred him from sleep. "Wha…?" he asked as he started to sit up, looking first to his side for Castoria. She was gone.
But not far. The twin-tailed blonde laid on her belly between his spread legs, partially responsible for the wet tickles upon his cock. And his balls, too– their eyes met, her warm and giddy despite taking one of his balls into her mouth. A foreign yet familiar hand seemed to guide her head, petting along her hair. Ritsuka blinked, confused by seeing double: the hand belonged to… Castoria, who half-laid and half-draped upon one side's leg, hand wrapped around his actively-stroked cock. She smiled, only speaking after flicking a lascivious lap of her tongue over his pre-leaking cock. "Good morning, Ritsuka," Avalon said.
"G-good morning, babe," Castoria broke her lips off his ball to whisper with loving shyness. "I hope you don't mind, um…"
"... God," Ritsuka chuckled, finding it hard to stay sleepy with two beautiful blondes focused on his cock. "A little warning would have been nice, but… you're one and the same, right?"
"Right," Castoria smiled warmly. Avalon's answer involved an immediate, toe-curling descent into full-on deepthroating, setting the tenor for the rest of the day that would follow.
Their autumn would eclipse both spring and summer, to say nothing of how their winter came together.