chapter 3

Being inside of rider was hot, wet, and tight, a totally different but equally amazing feeling compared to being sandwiched between her feet. Not wanting to be the only one on the receiving end of the pleasure Shirou began to fondle at her breasts. Taking the generous mounds into his hands he began to squeeze at her nipples as Rider steadily increased her pace, long flowing lilac her drifting into Shirou's face. Her hair smelled of some incredible shampoo and her body gleaned with sweat. Each of them slowly but surely felt a pressure building up with them as they both approached their limit. Shirou then pumped his seed into her pussy. The feeling of his pulsating cock and the warmth of his seed being released into her was enough to push her over the edge and as she climaxed her clenching walls made sure to squeeze out as much of his cum as possible. She let out a loud scream of pure lust.

She removed herself from his cock and cuddled up next to him while panting in exhaustion. He had never had quite such an experience with Sakura in their time together. He was brought out of his thoughts by the sounds of Rider's melodious voice proclaiming words to him which utterly terrified him.

"Ah, Master, did you enjoy the show?"

He then turned his head to the door to see that Sakura was standing there at the door, having apparently been awakened by the sounds of their vigorous lovemaking. He felt like a deer in the headlights and had no idea what to do when Sakura began to speak.

"Senpai… you decided to cheat on me with another pretty face, is that it?"

Shirou immediately began to fear for his life when Sakura began to walk towards him with a determined expression. His fear turned quickly to confusion he was treated to the sight and sensations of Sakura getting between the two of them and taking his cock in her hand while she instigated an intimate kiss with Rider. He gazed as their tongues wrestled for dominance before Sakura broke off from Rider and looked to him with saliva trailing her face.But if it's with Rider than I guess I can accept it."

Shirou looked down and noticed something good. Sakura had gotten a that day on the days after the war were just a bit more enjoyable.

Author's Note: This is the first in a series of mostly or completely unrelated lemon stories. In case you're wondering, no not every single one will focus on feet so much.

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