Hakuno Kishinami | Fate/extra: Last Encore

The sterile, white walls of the school infirmary seemed to hum with a silent energy, a stark contrast to the humid, late-afternoon air that pressed in through the slightly ajar window. Hakuno Kishinami, his usually unruly dark hair now slicked down with a thin sheen of sweat, slumped against the cool metal of the examination table. The faint scent of antiseptic mingled with something far more… primal, a subtle musk that clung to the air and to his own skin. He clutched a rolled-up parchment in his hand, his knuckles white, the words of his latest assignment blurring before his eyes. He was supposed to be studying, preparing for an upcoming exam, but his mind was a tempest, a swirling vortex of anxious thoughts and… a growing, unfamiliar ache.

It had started subtly, a low thrumming in his gut that had intensified with every passing hour. He’d dismissed it as hunger, then stress, but now, alone in the quiet sanctuary of the infirmary after everyone else had left, he knew it was something far more consuming. His gaze drifted to the small, dark-haired figure who sat perched on the edge of a nearby desk, her bare legs swinging with an almost childlike rhythm. She was Saber Alter, or rather, her Humanoid Interface form in this peculiar, altered Moon Cell. Her customary dark armor was absent, replaced by simple, comfortable attire – a loose-fitting grey t-shirt and a pair of faded, almost impossibly short, navy blue gym shorts that did little to conceal the alluring curve of her thighs.

The sight sent a jolt through Hakuno. He’d always been drawn to her, to the stoic strength that lay beneath her usually stern facade, to the rare glimpses of vulnerability that she allowed him. But lately, that attraction had deepened, twisted into something possessive, something that made his breath catch in his throat and his palms grow clammy. He swallowed hard, trying to force the thoughts back, but they were like a rogue wave, crashing over him with relentless intensity. He could feel her presence, a magnetic pull that made him want to close his eyes and simply surrender to it. She hadn’t spoken much since they’d arrived, her amber eyes, usually sharp and discerning, now held a softer, more contemplative gaze as she watched him. The silence between them stretched, thick with unspoken desires, a taut string vibrating with anticipation.

“Still struggling, Master?” Her voice, a low, melodic rumble, cut through the quiet. It held a hint of amusement, but there was also a warmth, a familiar tenderness that always seemed to melt a little of his reserve. He forced a weak smile, tucking the parchment away and sliding off the examination table. His movement was a little clumsy, a testament to the physical and emotional turmoil churning within him. He felt exposed, vulnerable, as if she could see straight through his carefully constructed composure, into the raw, untamed yearning that he was desperately trying to hide.

“Just… a lot to process,” he mumbled, his gaze flicking to her legs, then quickly away. The way the fabric of her shorts hugged her skin, the subtle sway of her hips as she shifted her weight – it was all so innocently provocative, so achingly desirable. He remembered the countless battles they’d fought, the shared dangers, the moments of life and death that had forged an unbreakable bond between them. But this… this was different. This was a battle waged within his own heart, a silent war between his sense of duty and an overwhelming, carnal need.

Saber Alter hopped off the desk, her movements fluid and graceful. She walked towards him, the soft soles of her simple canvas shoes making no sound on the linoleum floor. The air around them seemed to crackle. She stopped just a breath away, her amber eyes locking with his. There was a new light in them now, a spark that mirrored the fire igniting within Hakuno. He could see the subtle rise and fall of her chest beneath the loose t-shirt, the faint outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric. His breath hitched. He wanted nothing more than to reach out, to trace the curve of her collarbone, to feel the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips.

“Perhaps you need a different kind of… respite,” she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. Her gaze never left his, a silent invitation, a daring challenge. Hakuno felt a tremor run through him. He knew what she was suggesting, what this unspoken conversation was leading to, and a dangerous thrill coursed through him. He was a master of strategy, a tactician in the heat of battle, but in this arena, he felt like a novice, overwhelmed by the sheer power of her presence and the intensity of his own desires.

He took a step closer, his hand instinctively reaching out, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her t-shirt. He felt the warmth radiating from her skin, a palpable heat that seemed to engulf him. Her breath hitched, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a silent acknowledgment of his touch, of the escalating tension that hung between them like a tangible thing. The infirmary, once a sterile space, was transforming, becoming a sanctuary of their own making, a place where the rules of the outside world no longer applied.

“Saber…” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. He couldn’t find the words to express the maelstrom within him, the longing that had simmered for so long and was now boiling over. He wanted her, desperately, fiercely. He wanted to explore every inch of her, to lose himself in her, to forget the world and simply exist in this moment, in this intoxicating intimacy.

Her hand, cool and firm, reached up to cup his cheek. Her thumb gently stroked his skin, sending shivers down his spine. “You don’t have to hold back, Hakuno,” she murmured, her gaze returning, laced with a newfound intensity. The usual regal composure was replaced by a raw, unguarded desire that mirrored his own. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath warm and intoxicating. “Let me take care of you.”

The unspoken invitation was too potent to resist. Hakuno closed his eyes, a surrender that felt both terrifying and exhilarating. He leaned into her touch, his hand finding its way to the hem of her t-shirt, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her side. He felt her tremble beneath his touch, a subtle shiver that resonated with his own rising arousal. He could feel the steady beat of her heart against his chest, a rhythm that was starting to synchronize with his own.

Slowly, deliberately, he pulled her t-shirt upwards. The fabric slid smoothly over her skin, revealing the smooth expanse of her abdomen, then her delicate, toned torso. His gaze feasted on the sight, a silent offering of his adoration. Saber Alter stood before him, her eyes still locked with his, a quiet surrender in their depths. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, a silent promise of the pleasures to come. He gently eased the shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her bare form to his eager gaze. Her breasts, full and perfectly shaped, were adorned with small, dark nipples that hardened at the sight of his appreciative stare. A low groan escaped Hakuno’s lips. He couldn’t help himself; he reached out, his fingertips tracing the delicate curve of her areola, marveling at the velvety texture of her skin.

Saber Alter let out a soft moan, her head tilting back slightly, her lips parting in a silent invitation. Hakuno, emboldened, leaned closer, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of her neck, his tongue teasing and tasting. He savored the faint, sweet scent of her, a perfume far more intoxicating than any he had ever encountered. He felt her hands slide around his waist, pulling him closer, her fingers digging into his flesh, a silent signal of her own growing need. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, a passionate dance of shared desire. The world outside the infirmary faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the throes of a nascent passion that threatened to consume them both.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His gaze dropped to the navy blue gym shorts that still clung to her hips. He hesitated for a moment, a silent question in his eyes. Saber Alter seemed to understand. With a small, knowing smile, she reached down, her fingers fumbling with the drawstring. The knot loosened, then gave way, and the shorts began to slide downwards. Hakuno’s breath hitched in his throat as he watched, his eyes wide with anticipation. The fabric pooled around her ankles, revealing the exquisite curve of her hips, the subtle shadow that hinted at the treasures beneath. She stood before him, utterly exposed, her body a testament to both strength and exquisite femininity. He felt a surge of possessive desire, a primal urge to claim her, to worship her.

He reached out, his hands cupping her hips, his thumbs tracing the delicate line of her hipbones. He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers, feeling the immediate, undeniable hardness of his own arousal against her soft belly. Saber Alter let out a soft gasp, her knees weakening slightly. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, a frantic rhythm that echoed his own. He lowered his head, his lips trailing down her abdomen, across the soft expanse of her skin. He paused at the gentle curve of her navel, his tongue teasing the delicate indentation, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

His gaze traveled lower, to the very core of her womanhood. He could see the flush that had spread across her skin, the subtle tremor that ran through her body. He wanted to explore every inch, to learn every curve, every sensitive peak. He gently spread her legs, his fingers brushing against the silken skin of her inner thighs. He knelt before her, his gaze locking with hers, seeking her silent permission. Saber Alter nodded, her eyes shining with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce desire. She reached down, her hands finding his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands, guiding him. A shiver of anticipation ran through Hakuno. He had never felt so utterly consumed, so completely surrendered to the moment.

His tongue, tentative at first, then growing bolder, traced the delicate folds of her vulva. He savored the taste of her, a sweet, intoxicating nectar that fueled his desire. Saber Alter let out a cry, her fingers tightening in his hair as he continued his ministrations. Her hips arched involuntarily, her body pressing against his mouth, seeking more. He deepened his exploration, his tongue dancing with an exquisite precision, finding the sensitive pearl hidden within. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, a symphony of pleasure that filled the quiet infirmary. Hakuno felt a surge of triumphant power, the knowledge that he was bringing her to the precipice, that he was the architect of her ecstasy.

Her climax was a breathtaking wave, a shuddering release that wracked her body. Her cries echoed in the small room, a raw, uninhibited sound that sent shivers of pure pleasure down Hakuno’s spine. He continued to kiss and caress her, wanting to prolong their shared bliss, to savor every last drop of her pleasure. When the last tremors subsided, she sank against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body limp with exhaustion and satisfaction. He held her close, his lips pressing a kiss to her forehead, a silent vow of devotion.

He rose slowly, his gaze still fixed on her. The initial wave of arousal had subsided, replaced by a deep, burning need to reciprocate, to give her the same uninhibited pleasure she had so generously bestowed upon him. He reached down, his fingers fumbling with the waistband of his own gym shorts. The cool fabric slid down his legs, revealing his own burgeoning arousal, a testament to the power of her touch. He knelt before her again, his eyes pleading for her acceptance. Saber Alter, her amber eyes still hazy with the afterglow of her climax, gave him a soft, knowing smile. Her hand reached out, her fingers gently caressing his already throbbing erection.

“It’s my turn to pleasure you, Hakuno,” she murmured, her voice husky with emotion. She took him in her hand, her touch surprisingly firm and confident. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, the exquisite pressure. Her mouth, warm and wet, enveloped him, her lips working with a practiced skill that sent waves of intense pleasure through him. He moaned, his hips bucking instinctively against her mouth. He felt the world tilt on its axis, the sensations overwhelming, exquisite. He wanted to drown in her, to be completely consumed by her touch. Her tongue danced with an expert precision, tracing the length of his shaft, then focusing on the sensitive tip. He felt himself building towards an inevitable release, a climax that he knew would be unlike anything he had ever experienced.

As his release neared, he felt her shift, her mouth leaving him for a moment. He opened his eyes, a little disoriented, only to see her straddling him, her naked body a vision of pure sensuality. Her breasts, full and heavy, brushed against his chest, her nipples hardening against his skin. He could feel the soft heat of her womanhood pressing against his thigh. She leaned down, her lips hovering just above his. “This time,” she whispered, her breath fanning his face, “we share it.”

With a deliberate slowness, she guided him towards her. He felt himself sliding into her, a deep, penetrating warmth that sent shivers of pure ecstasy through him. Saber Alter moaned, her body arching as he filled her completely. He held her close, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling. He thrust gently, slowly at first, allowing them both to adjust to the profound intimacy. He could feel her clench around him, a tight, welcoming embrace that tightened with each thrust. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, a song of shared pleasure that fueled his own rising desire.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, more urgent. He could feel Saber Alter meeting him, her body a perfect counterpoint to his own. He watched her face, her eyes closed, her lips parted in a silent ecstasy. He whispered her name, a desperate plea for her to know how much he needed her, how much he adored her. He could feel the pressure building within him, the inevitable release drawing closer. He gritted his teeth, his body tensing as the waves of pleasure washed over him, consuming him entirely. He felt her own climax building, her body arching against his, her moans turning into desperate cries. He thrust one last time, a powerful, all-encompassing release, as she met him with her own, their bodies joined in a symphony of shared orgasm. He felt himself spill into her, a deep, satisfying release that left him weak and breathless. He collapsed against her, their bodies still joined, their hearts pounding in unison. The infirmary was no longer a sterile space, but a sanctuary of their shared passion, a testament to the unspoken desires that had finally found their glorious, uninhibited expression.

As they lay entwined, the silence was no longer heavy with anticipation, but soft and warm with contentment. Hakuno felt a profound sense of peace, a deep connection to the woman nestled in his arms. Her head rested on his chest, her breath a gentle rhythm against his skin. He stroked her dark hair, the strands soft and silken beneath his fingers. He knew, with a certainty that resonated deep within his soul, that this was more than just a moment of physical release. It was a revelation, a deepening of their bond, a testament to the fierce, passionate love that had bloomed in the most unexpected of circumstances. He turned his head, his lips brushing against her forehead. “I love you, Saber,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. She stirred, a soft sigh escaping her lips, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. Her amber eyes, now clear and bright, met his with a warmth that melted away any remaining doubt. “And I, you, Hakuno,” she murmured, her voice filled with a tenderness that made his heart swell. The lingering scent of their passion hung in the air, a sweet, intoxicating perfume, a promise of many more nights to come, filled with the same uninhibited joy and profound love.