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Archer's Misadventures in Remnant

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Archer's misadventures with the Remnant girls
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Chapter 1 - The cat is caught

Blake Belladonna's breath faltered as the cold steel of the restraints bit into her wrists, her arms pulled taut above her head. The dim light of the abandoned warehouse flickered, casting shadows that danced across her bound form. Her chest heaved, the fabric of her White Fang uniform straining against the weight of her breasts, their fullness undeniable even in the low light. She tugged against the cuffs, but they held firm, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

Archer Emiya stepped into the circle of light, his crimson coat swaying with each deliberate step. His gaze lingered on her chest, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're quite the sight like this," he drawled, his voice low and teasing. "The infamous Blake Belladonna, reduced to this. Tell me, does it excite you? Being at my mercy?"

Blake's ears flattened against her head, her golden eyes narrowing. "Go to hell," she spat, though her voice wavered slightly. She hated how her body betrayed her, how her pulse quickened under his scrutiny.

He chuckled, closing the distance between them. His fingers brushed against her cheek, trailing down to her jawline before tilting her chin up. "Such fire," he murmured. "But we both know you're not as tough as you pretend to be." His other hand slid down her side, his touch feather-light yet deliberate, stopping just above her hip. "I can feel you trembling."

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. His proximity was overwhelming, his scent—a mix of steel and something faintly smoky—filling her senses. She tried to look away, but his grip on her chin tightened, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice firm but not unkind. "You're not going anywhere until I say so."

Blake's breath hitched as his hand moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist before sliding up to cup one of her breasts. His thumb brushed over the fabric, teasing the sensitive peak beneath. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she bit down on her lower lip to stifle it.

"That's it," he purred, his smirk widening. "Let me hear you. You don't have to hide it from me."

Her cheeks flushed, but she couldn't deny the warmth spreading through her body. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her with every movement. His other hand joined the first, both now kneading her breasts through the fabric, his thumbs circling her nipples with increasing pressure.

"You're so responsive," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. "I bet you've been craving this, haven't you? Someone to take control, to make you feel good."

Blake's breath came in short, shallow gasps as his hands worked their magic. Her body arched involuntarily, pressing into his touch. She hated how much she wanted this, how much she needed it. "Please," she whispered before she could stop herself.

"Please what?" he asked, his tone teasing. "Use your words, Blake."

She hesitated, her pride warring with her desire. But the ache between her legs was becoming unbearable, and she knew he wouldn't give her what she wanted unless she asked for it. "Please… touch me," she finally admitted, her voice barely audible.

His smirk softened into a genuine smile as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Good girl," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. His hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her pants and sliding them down her hips. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, making her shiver.

He knelt before her, his hands gripping her thighs as he spread them apart. His gaze locked onto hers as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. Blake's eyes fluttered shut as a moan escaped her lips, her hips bucking against his mouth.

"So sweet," he murmured against her skin, his tongue lapping at her folds with slow, deliberate strokes. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he devoured her. The sensation was overwhelming, each flick of his tongue sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Blake's hands clenched into fists above her head as she struggled to hold back her cries. But it was no use; the pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. "Archer," she moaned, her voice trembling. "Please… don't stop."

He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. "Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet." His tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of her as his fingers joined in, teasing her entrance before sliding inside.

Her back arched as a cry tore from her throat, her body trembling with the force of her pleasure. He worked her with expert precision, his fingers curling just right to hit that spot that made her see stars. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice rough with desire. "Let go for me."

And she did. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she cried out his name. He didn't let up, continuing to stroke and lick her through the aftershocks until she was a trembling mess.

When he finally pulled away, she slumped against the restraints, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He stood, his eyes dark with lust as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and Blake's eyes widened at the sight.

"You're not done yet," he said, his voice low and commanding. He stepped closer, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. "Beg for it."

Blake's breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him, her golden eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please… fill me."

He smirked, his grip tightening on her hips as he thrust into her in one smooth motion. She cried out, her body stretching to accommodate him as he buried himself to the hilt. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to his size before pulling out and thrusting back in.

The pace was slow at first, each movement deliberate and measured. But as he felt her walls clench around him, he couldn't hold back any longer. His thrusts became faster, harder, driving into her with a primal urgency.

Blake's cries filled the air as she clung to the restraints for support, her body moving in time with his. The pleasure was overwhelming, each thrust sending shockwaves through her entire being. She could feel herself getting close again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core.

"Archer," she moaned, her voice desperate. "I'm… I'm going to—"

"Come for me," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Let me feel you."

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing around him as she screamed his name. He followed soon after, his release spilling deep inside her as he buried himself to the hilt.

They stayed like that for a moment, both panting heavily as they came down from their highs. Archer leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft kiss before pulling away. "You did so well," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Blake's eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into him, her body still trembling from the intensity of their coupling. She knew she should feel ashamed, should hate herself for giving in so easily. But all she could feel was a deep sense of contentment, a warmth that spread through her entire being.

Archer pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from her as he stepped back. He reached up to release the restraints, letting her arms fall to her sides. She stumbled slightly, but he caught her, pulling her into his arms.

"You're mine now," he whispered against her ear, his voice filled with possessiveness. "And I'm not letting you go."

Blake's heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him, her golden eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. She knew she should run, should fight to get away from him. But deep down, she knew she didn't want to.

"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Don't stop."