Sakura Matou | Fate/stay Night

The late afternoon sun cast long, languid shadows across the meticulously manicured garden of the Matou residence. Sakura Matou, usually a figure of quiet grace, felt an unusual tremor in her chest. The air, heavy with the scent of blooming wisteria and damp earth, seemed to hum with an unspoken anticipation. She traced the delicate lines of a dewdrop clinging to a rose petal, her thoughts a tangled mess of yearning and nervous excitement. Today was… different. A rare opportunity, a convergence of desires she’d only dared to whisper in the deepest corners of her heart.

She adjusted the hem of her simple, yet elegant, pastel dress, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric. Her gaze drifted towards the large sliding doors of the main house, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. It wasn't just the quiet solitude that drew her; it was the presence of two individuals who had, in their own ways, ignited a fire within her that she was only just beginning to understand. One was a familiar, comforting warmth, a beacon of strength and gentle understanding. The other, a vibrant, almost startling, contrast, a spark of something wild and utterly captivating.

The reason for this delicate preamble was a carefully orchestrated, yet utterly natural, gathering. Rin Tohsaka, her childhood friend and rival, had proposed a “study session” of sorts, a notion so disarmingly innocent that Sakura had almost laughed. But the unspoken undercurrent, the knowing glance Rin had given her, had confirmed what Sakura already suspected. And then there was Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, a being of immense power and unpredictable nature, who had found himself increasingly drawn to Sakura's gentle spirit. His presence, though often intimidating, had also become a source of a strange, intoxicating fascination. Today, Rin had somehow managed to arrange for Gilgamesh to join them. A “cultural exchange,” she’d called it, a thinly veiled excuse that made Sakura's heart flutter with a mixture of dread and exhilaration.

As the hour approached, Sakura found herself drawn to the veranda, the gentle breeze ruffling her dark hair. She could hear the soft murmur of voices approaching, the distinctive cadence of Rin’s excited chatter, and the deeper, more resonant tone of Gilgamesh’s amused response. Her breath hitched. It was happening. The air grew thick with a palpable tension, a delicious blend of anticipation and something undeniably carnal. She could feel his golden gaze before she saw him, a familiar intensity that always seemed to peel back the layers of her composure.

Gilgamesh, clad in his signature opulent attire, his golden eyes locking onto Sakura, offered a slow, predatory smile. The sheer charisma radiating from him was enough to make her knees weak. Beside him, Rin offered a mischievous grin, her eyes twinkling with an almost impish delight. She knew. She knew exactly what was brewing, and the shared secret between them only amplified the thrilling undercurrent of the afternoon.

“Sakura,” Gilgamesh’s voice, a low rumble that vibrated through her very bones, filled the space between them. “You seem… distracted. Is the company not to your liking?” His tone was laced with playful mockery, yet his gaze was unwavering, a silent invitation. He approached her, his movements fluid and powerful, stopping just inches away. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the subtle scent of exotic spices and something uniquely him. It was intoxicating.

“No, King of Heroes,” Sakura murmured, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes meeting his. “It is… more than I could have imagined.” The unspoken words, the desires that had been simmering beneath the surface, hung heavy in the air. She could see Rin watching them, a knowing smirk on her lips, her own anticipation a tangible force in the room.

Rin, ever the catalyst, clapped her hands together. “Well, enough of this prelude! I’ve prepared some refreshments. And perhaps, a… more intimate setting for our discussion.” She gestured towards a secluded alcove in the garden, a silk screen partially obscuring a plush seating area bathed in the soft glow of lanterns. The implication was clear, and Sakura’s heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs. This was no mere study session. This was a delicate dance of desires, a prelude to something far more profound and deeply pleasurable.

As they moved towards the alcove, the atmosphere shifted, becoming charged with an electric intimacy. The air grew warmer, thicker, saturated with the scent of wisteria and something undeniably, deliciously, feminine. Sakura’s hand trembled slightly as she reached for a delicate teacup, her fingers brushing against Gilgamesh’s. His touch, though fleeting, sent a jolt of pure sensation through her. His eyes, dark and intense, held hers for a moment longer than necessary, a silent promise of pleasures yet to come. Rin, observing this silent exchange, let out a soft, knowing sigh, her own desires stirring within her.

The tea, infused with subtle herbal notes, did little to calm Sakura’s nerves, but rather seemed to heighten her senses. She found herself acutely aware of every subtle shift in Gilgamesh’s posture, every flicker of his golden eyes, every soft sigh that escaped Rin’s lips. The conversation, when it did occur, was a delicate ballet of veiled intentions and shared glances. Rin spoke of magical theory, of ancient texts, but her words seemed to shimmer with a double meaning, each phrase hinting at a more carnal interpretation. Gilgamesh, with his regal bearing, responded with witty, suggestive remarks, his gaze often lingering on Sakura, on the gentle swell of her breasts beneath her dress, on the flush that bloomed on her cheeks.

“You possess a… fascinating intensity, Sakura,” Gilgamesh murmured, his voice a velvet caress. “A fire that burns beneath that delicate exterior. It is a quality I find… most appealing.” He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her jawline, sending shivers down her spine. Sakura leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment, a silent admission of her burgeoning desire. Rin, watching them, felt a surge of something akin to possessiveness, a desire to be at the center of this intoxicating dance.

“And you, Gilgamesh,” Sakura whispered, her voice husky, her gaze meeting his. “You ignite a… a longing I did not know I possessed.” The words were out, raw and honest, a testament to the powerful emotions swirling within her. Gilgamesh’s smile deepened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over her lips. “Longing, you say? Perhaps, little Sakura, it is time to explore those depths.”

Rin, sensing the shift, the undeniable precipice they stood upon, interjected, her voice laced with a playful challenge. “And what about me, gentlemen? Am I to be merely an observer to this burgeoning… passion?” Her gaze swept between Sakura and Gilgamesh, a clear invitation in her eyes. She, too, craved the intimacy, the shared exploration of desire. The unspoken understanding that passed between the three of them was immediate and electrifying. This was not a contest, but a shared journey, a tapestry woven from their collective desires.

Sakura’s breath hitched. The thought of Rin joining them, of the three of them intertwined, sent a thrill of pure, unadulterated excitement through her. She looked at Rin, her fiery spirit, her uninhibited nature, and then at Gilgamesh, his raw power and commanding presence. It was a potent combination, a fantasy made real. Gilgamesh, ever perceptive, caught the subtle shift in Sakura’s gaze, the dawning of a new, bolder desire. He turned his attention to Rin, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his lips. “Indeed, Rin Tohsaka. Your presence is… not only welcome, but anticipated.”

The air in the alcove grew thick with unspoken promises. The silk screen, once a subtle barrier, now seemed to amplify the sense of forbidden intimacy. Sakura felt a delicious shiver of anticipation as she met Rin’s gaze, a shared understanding passing between them. Rin, her usual boldness amplified by the heady atmosphere, moved closer to Sakura, her hand resting lightly on Sakura’s arm. The contact sent a warm current through Sakura’s body. Gilgamesh, watching this, his golden eyes alight with a predatory hunger, reached out, his fingers brushing against Rin’s cheek. The casual intimacy of the gesture sent a wave of heat through the air.

“This… this is quite… unexpected,” Sakura managed, her voice a soft murmur, her blush deepening. The unspoken tension was almost unbearable, a tightrope walk between reverence and raw desire. Gilgamesh chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that resonated deep within her. “Unexpected, perhaps. But not unwelcome, I presume?” His gaze flickered between Sakura and Rin, a silent question that held a promise of shared pleasure.

Rin, never one to shy away from a bold proposition, leaned in closer to Sakura, her lips brushing against Sakura’s ear. “Unexpected, and utterly intoxicating, wouldn’t you agree, Sakura?” Her voice was a low, husky whisper, her breath sending goosebumps down Sakura’s arms. Sakura could only nod, her throat tight with a mixture of nerves and burgeoning arousal. The thought of their lips meeting, of their bodies entwined, was both terrifying and exhilarating. The Interracial aspect of the encounter, the stark contrast between Gilgamesh’s golden hue and their own, added another layer of thrilling novelty to the escalating passion.

Gilgamesh, his patience wearing thin, gently pulled Sakura closer, his arm wrapping around her waist. He then reached for Rin, his fingers interlacing with hers. The palpable connection between the three of them was undeniable, a magnetic pull that drew them closer and closer. “Let us dispense with the pleasantries,” Gilgamesh declared, his voice a low, commanding rumble. “The afternoon is young, and our desires… are eager.” He leaned down, his lips meeting Sakura’s in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. Sakura responded with an eagerness that surprised even herself, her hands finding their way to his chest, her fingers tracing the fine lines of his muscles.

As the kiss deepened, Rin joined in, her lips meeting Sakura’s from the other side, her embrace around Sakura’s shoulders tightening. Sakura found herself caught between their intoxicating presences, a dizzying swirl of sensations. Gilgamesh’s tongue met Rin’s, a silent, passionate exploration. Sakura felt a surge of pure bliss as their lips, their tongues, their very beings, began to meld together. The air was thick with the sounds of soft moans, the rustle of fabric, and the pounding of three eager hearts.

Gilgamesh’s hands, powerful and sure, began to explore Sakura’s body beneath her dress. His touch was reverent yet insistent, tracing the delicate curve of her waist, then moving upwards to cup her breasts. Sakura gasped as his thumbs caressed her nipples through the thin fabric, her body arching involuntarily against him. He tugged at the hem of her dress, revealing the pale expanse of her thighs. Rin, witnessing this, her own arousal reaching a fever pitch, ran her hand down Sakura’s back, her touch light and teasing, sending shivers of pleasure through her. She then shifted her attention to Gilgamesh, her fingers trailing along the strong lines of his jaw, her gaze locked with his.

“Such… Big Tits, Sakura,” Gilgamesh murmured, his voice rough with desire, his golden eyes devouring the sight. He gently pushed aside the fabric, his lips pressing against the swollen mounds, his tongue tracing circles around her sensitive nipples. Sakura cried out, a soft, breathless sound, her body trembling with pleasure. Rin, unable to resist, joined in, her hands cupping Sakura’s other breast, her mouth sinking into the soft flesh. Sakura was caught in a symphony of sensation, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of it all.

The silk screen was pushed aside entirely, revealing the lush greenery of the garden, the afternoon sun now casting a warm, golden glow upon their entwined forms. Gilgamesh, his regal composure momentarily shed, shifted his attention to Rin, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of her neck. Rin moaned, her head tilting back, offering him access. Sakura, still lost in the throes of pleasure from Gilgamesh’s ministrations, reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of Rin’s hip, her touch both possessive and adoring. The forbidden nature of their encounter, the raw sensuality of it all, fueled their passion. This was Uncensored, a pure, uninhibited expression of desire.

Gilgamesh’s lips moved lower, his tongue tracing a fiery path down Rin’s stomach, his golden eyes never leaving Sakura’s. He knew he was sharing her, and the thought only intensified his own arousal. He loved watching her respond, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Sakura, her eyes locked with his, felt a surge of overwhelming love and desire for both of them. She watched as Gilgamesh’s attention shifted to Rin’s decolletage, his fingers fumbling with the fastenings of her dress. Rin, her eyes shining with a feverish intensity, whispered, “Don’t stop, Gilgamesh. Show me… show me everything.”

Sakura, emboldened by their shared passion, reached out, her fingers gently tracing the edge of Gilgamesh’s tunic. He paused, his golden gaze meeting hers. A silent question hung in the air. Sakura nodded, a slow, deliberate movement. Gilgamesh, with a predatory grin, helped her to shed the rest of her dress. She stood before them, her body flushed, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm. Gilgamesh’s eyes widened slightly, taking in the full splendor of her form, her ample breasts practically begging for attention. Rin gasped, her own desire momentarily forgotten as she took in Sakura’s uninhibited beauty.

Gilgamesh knelt before Sakura, his lips brushing against her inner thigh, sending shivers of anticipation through her. He then moved upwards, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin, his golden eyes blazing with a hunger that mirrored her own. Sakura moaned, her fingers raking through his dark hair, urging him onward. Rin, her own desires reignited, watched with a feverish intensity, her hand finding Sakura’s other thigh. The air was thick with the scent of their shared arousal, a potent cocktail of desire and forbidden pleasure. This was the culmination of whispered wishes, of unspoken longing, of a shared fantasy brought to vivid, erotic life. The Ai Generated nature of this encounter was irrelevant; the passion was undeniably real.

“You are magnificent, Sakura,” Gilgamesh breathed, his voice thick with desire, his lips finally reaching the apex of her desire. Sakura cried out, her body arching, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer, unadulterated pleasure. Rin, witnessing her rapture, leaned forward, her lips finding Sakura’s, their tongues intertwining in a desperate, passionate embrace. Gilgamesh, his golden eyes fixed on Sakura’s ecstatic face, continued his ministrations, his touch both tender and demanding, pushing her further and further towards the precipice of release. He loved the sounds she made, the way her body writhed beneath his touch, the raw, uninhibited pleasure that consumed her.

As Sakura neared her climax, she felt Rin’s hands slide down her body, her touch sparking new waves of pleasure. Rin’s lips left hers, moving to her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. The sensation was almost too much to bear. Gilgamesh, sensing her imminent release, intensified his actions, his tongue working its magic with expert precision. Sakura cried out, her body convulsing as she shattered into a million pieces, her orgasm a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her cries echoed through the garden, a testament to the intensity of their shared pleasure. As her body slowly returned to a state of trembling awareness, she felt Rin’s arms wrap around her, holding her close, her lips pressing a kiss to Sakura’s forehead. Gilgamesh, his golden eyes filled with a satisfied glow, gently stroked Sakura’s hair, his gaze conveying a silent promise of more to come. The Threesome had been everything she had ever dreamed of, and more.

Later, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a soft, rosy hue across the garden, the three of them lay entwined, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Sakura, nestled between Rin and Gilgamesh, felt a profound sense of contentment, a deep, unwavering love and gratitude for these two incredible beings. Rin, her fiery spirit softened by the shared intimacy, nuzzled closer to Sakura, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping her lips. Gilgamesh, his usual regal demeanor softened by the shared vulnerability, held them both close, his golden eyes gazing at the twilight sky with a rare, contemplative expression.

“That was… extraordinary,” Rin whispered, her voice still husky from their exertions. Sakura nodded, her heart swelling with emotion. “It was,” she agreed, her voice filled with a newfound confidence and a deep, abiding love. She looked at Gilgamesh, at the gentle curve of his smile, the warmth in his eyes, and felt an overwhelming sense of belonging. He met her gaze, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. “Indeed, little Sakura. A truly… heroic endeavor.” His words, though laced with his characteristic grandeur, held a genuine tenderness that made Sakura’s heart ache with happiness. The day, which had begun with nervous anticipation, had blossomed into an unforgettable testament to the power of shared desire, a passionate fusion of souls that had left them all irrevocably changed, bound together by the exquisite threads of their Uncensored, Interracial, Big Tits, Threesome fantasy, a perfect, passionate, and profoundly romantic resolution.