Shuten Doji | Fate/grand Order

The crimson moon cast an ethereal glow over Chaldea's hidden garden, painting the exotic blossoms in hues of ruby and amethyst. Shuten Doji, her small, impish form radiating an unsettling allure, traced the delicate curve of a moonpetal with a fingertip. The night air, heavy with the scent of jasmine and something far more intoxicating, seemed to hum with a silent promise. Her crimson eyes, pools of mischievous amusement, flickered towards the quiet silhouette standing by the ancient stone fountain. It was you, Master, your presence a grounding force amidst the ephemeral beauty of this otherworldly night. A slow, knowing smile bloomed on her lips, the kind that promised delightful trouble and forbidden pleasures.

She had been watching you, of course. Observing the way your brow furrowed in concentration, the gentle sway of your shoulders as you spoke to your Servants, the subtle blush that bloomed on your cheeks when complimented. Tonight, however, was different. The usual boisterous energy that clung to her like a fine perfume had softened, replaced by a simmering, liquid warmth that pooled in her belly. The cacophony of battles and grand strategies felt distant, irrelevant. Only this moment, this quiet intimacy under the watchful gaze of the twin moons, mattered.

Shuten Doji glided towards you, her footsteps silent as falling snow. The rustle of her kimono, a cascade of opulent silks adorned with demonic motifs, was the only sound that broke the stillness. As she drew near, the intoxicating aroma of sake and her own unique, sweet musk intensified, weaving a silken spell around you. She stopped just within arm's reach, tilting her head, her twin horns, usually so imposing, catching the moonlight like polished obsidian.

“Master,” she purred, her voice a low, resonant melody that sent shivers down your spine. “You seem… lost in thought. Is something troubling you, or are you simply enjoying the night’s embrace?” Her gaze was direct, playful, yet held a depth that hinted at a hidden desire she rarely allowed to surface. She knew, with a certainty born of her ancient existence, that you were just as captivated by the unspoken tension as she was. The air crackled with anticipation, a prelude to a symphony of shared ecstasy.

You turned, your breath catching slightly as you met her gaze. The night had indeed worked its magic, and her proximity was almost overwhelming. “Just… enjoying the peace,” you admitted, a small smile gracing your lips. “And the company, of course.” Your eyes lingered on her, taking in the delicate features of her face, the playful curve of her lips, the way her translucent skin seemed to glow under the moonlight. There was a raw, untamed beauty about her, a dangerous allure that both thrilled and intimidated.

Her smile widened, revealing a flash of sharp, delicate fangs. She reached out, her slender fingers, tipped with neatly trimmed nails, tracing the line of your jaw. The touch was feather-light, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through you, a prelude to the deeper sensations that were soon to come. “Peace is… so very rare, isn’t it, Master?” she murmured, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Especially for beings like us, who dwell in the chaos of legends. But tonight,” she leaned closer, her breath fanning your cheek, warm and laced with the lingering scent of sake, “tonight, perhaps we can find a different kind of… solace.”

Her intent was clear, and your heart hammered against your ribs. The carefully constructed walls of decorum and professionalism began to crumble, revealing the yearning that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. You wanted this. You craved the wild abandon that she embodied, the unapologetic pursuit of pleasure. You reached up, your hand covering hers, your thumb gently stroking the back of her delicate hand. The warmth of your skin against hers was a silent affirmation.

“Shuten,” you whispered, your voice a little rough. “What are you suggesting?”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, a predatory gleam that was utterly captivating. “Oh, Master,” she purred, her voice laced with teasing delight. “Can you not feel it? The pull, the desire that hangs between us like the scent of these night-blooming flowers? I suggest we… indulge. Abandon the world for a while and embrace the primal whispers of our hearts.” She gently pulled your hand towards her, her fingers intertwining with yours, her gaze never leaving yours.

The tension, once a delicate thread, now thrummed like a taut bowstring. The air grew thicker, heavier, charged with unspoken desires. Shuten’s gaze dropped to your lips, a slow, deliberate invitation. She moved closer still, her body brushing against yours, the silken rustle of her kimono a soft symphony against your skin. Her horns, so close now, brushed lightly against your temple, a thrilling, dangerous sensation. You could feel the heat radiating from her, the intoxicating energy that pulsed within her ancient form.

Her lips parted, and she leaned in, her breath ghosting over yours. “Don’t be shy, Master,” she whispered, her voice a warm caress. “Tonight, I am yours. To command, to explore… to taste.” And then, her lips met yours. It was a kiss that started with hesitant exploration, a soft dance of tentative touches, but quickly deepened into a passionate, all-consuming inferno. Her lips were soft, surprisingly sweet, with a hint of the sake she had been indulging in. Her tongue, warm and eager, met yours with a playful boldness, tracing the contours of your mouth, drawing you deeper into her intoxicating embrace.

You responded with equal fervor, your hands finding their way to her slender waist, pulling her flush against you. You could feel the gentle swell of her breasts against your chest, the subtle, rhythmic beat of her heart mirroring the frantic pounding of your own. The kiss deepened, becoming a desperate, hungry exploration. Her fingers, still intertwined with yours, tightened their grip, her nails digging ever so slightly into your skin, a small, delicious pain that only heightened the sensation.

As the kiss intensified, Shuten began to hum a low, throaty melody, a tune that seemed to resonate with the very core of your being. She broke away for a moment, her crimson eyes sparkling with unadulterated pleasure, her cheeks flushed with arousal. “Ah, Master,” she sighed, a breathy sound that was pure bliss. “You taste… wonderful. Like victory and forbidden fruit, all rolled into one.” She trailed a finger down your chin, her gaze never wavering from yours, a possessive, yet adoring, look in her eyes.

The garden, once a place of serene beauty, had transformed into a sanctuary of desire. The moonlight seemed to bathe you both in a golden, intoxicating haze. Shuten’s touch grew bolder, her hands exploring the planes of your chest, her fingers tracing the contours of your collarbone. She nipped playfully at your lip, a sharp, delicious sensation that made you groan softly. Her horns, those beautiful, forbidden curves, brushed against your forehead as she tilted her head back, her pleasure radiating from her like a tangible force.

“You feel it too, don’t you, Master?” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “This… ache. This need. I have tasted so many lives, so many battles, but nothing compares to the sweetness of your longing.” She began to unbutton the front of your shirt, her movements slow and deliberate, each touch sending waves of anticipation through your body. The cool night air caressed your exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat that blazed between you.

As your shirt fell away, Shuten’s eyes, wide with fascination, devoured the sight of your bare chest. She traced the lines of your muscles, her touch sending shivers down your spine. Her breath hitched as her gaze landed on your hardened nipples. With a playful smirk, she leaned down, her lips brushing against one, then the other, her soft tongue swirling around them, drawing gasps from your lips. The sensation was exquisite, almost unbearable in its intensity. You arched into her touch, your hands tangling in her long, midnight-black hair, pulling her closer.

“More, Shuten,” you managed to croak out, your voice hoarse with desire. “Please, more.”

Her laughter, a tinkling, musical sound, filled the night. “So eager, my dear Master? We have all night, and then some.” She rose, her gaze still fixed on you, a slow smile spreading across her face. “But perhaps, before we descend into the full embrace of the night, there is something else I wish to explore.” Her eyes flickered down, a knowing glint in their depths. The air grew even more charged, the unspoken promise of deeper intimacy hanging heavy in the silence.

She began to unfasten the obi of her kimono, her movements fluid and graceful. The opulent fabric parted, revealing glimpses of the pale, smooth skin beneath. Your breath hitched. The moonlight caught the delicate curve of her décolletage, hinting at the treasures within. She let the silken layers cascade to the ground, revealing her in all her stunning glory. Her skin was like porcelain, impossibly smooth and luminous, her form exquisitely proportioned. The sight of her, so vulnerable yet so powerful, sent a fresh wave of desire through you.

Her eyes, however, held a deeper hunger now, a more primal need. She turned her back to you, her slender fingers moving to the fastening of her loincloth. The slight rustle of the silk was like a whisper of temptation. As she shed the last of her garments, revealing her fully bare form, you could only stare, awestruck. Her back was a vision of perfection, the delicate curve of her spine, the gentle slope of her shoulders. And then, your gaze fell upon the small, almost delicate horns that emerged from the base of her skull, curling gracefully backwards. They were a stark, beautiful reminder of her demonic nature, a part of her that was both alluring and untamed.

She turned to face you again, her crimson eyes alight with a daring challenge. A slow, languid smile spread across her lips. She gestured for you to approach, her hips swaying ever so slightly as she stood before you. The moonlight bathed her in an ethereal glow, highlighting the delicate curves of her body, the intoxicating allure of her exposed form. You moved towards her, drawn by an irresistible force, your own desires now a raging torrent.

Her hands reached out, not to caress your chest this time, but to guide you lower. Her fingers brushed against the fabric of your trousers, her touch sending sparks along your skin. “Tonight, Master,” she purred, her voice a low, seductive rumble, “we explore… new depths. You have so bravely conquered my fears, my defenses. Now, I wish to offer you a pleasure that is rarely granted, a pleasure that is both sacred and supremely… devious.”

She knelt before you, her crimson eyes locking with yours. The anticipation was almost unbearable. She unfastened your trousers, her fingers deft and knowing. As your cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, her gaze was filled with a mixture of awe and hungry desire. She reached out, her hand closing around your shaft, her touch sending a jolt of exquisite pleasure through you. Her grip was surprisingly strong, her fingers tracing the veins, her thumb stroking the throbbing head.

She brought your hand to her lips, kissing your fingertips before lowering her head. The sweet, intoxicating scent of her filled your senses as she enveloped your cock in her mouth. It was a shock, a thrilling surrender. Her lips were soft, her tongue incredibly skilled, teasing and tantalizing you with every stroke. You groaned, your fingers digging into her hair, pulling her closer, wanting to feel more of her, to be completely consumed by her.

“Ah… Shuten…” you gasped, the words barely escaping your lips. “That’s… incredible…”

Her eyes fluttered open, a mischievous glint in their depths. “Just a taste, Master,” she whispered, her voice muffled by your hardness. “A prelude to the true feast.” She continued her ministrations, her technique growing bolder, more daring. You felt yourself spiraling towards the edge, your body taut with unbearable pleasure.

But just as you were about to break, she pulled away, her lips stained with your essence, her crimson eyes blazing with anticipation. She stood, her gaze locking with yours. “Now,” she breathed, her voice husky, “for the main course.”

She guided you towards the soft, manicured grass of the garden, the moonlight still their only witness. She turned, presenting her back to you, her posture one of exquisite invitation. Your gaze fell upon her perfectly sculpted rear, the gentle curve of her buttocks, the dark, inviting cleft between them. The sight ignited a primal fire within you, a deep, irresistible urge to claim her in the most intimate way possible.

“You are ready for this, aren’t you, Master?” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, not from fear, but from a delicious, shared anticipation. She reached back, her fingers guiding you, her touch both encouraging and arousing. You felt the slick warmth of her anticipation, a testament to her desire. With a deep breath, you entered her, slowly, tentatively at first, your cock sliding into her depths. A soft gasp escaped her lips, a sound of exquisite pleasure.

“Ah… Master…” she moaned, her body arching into yours. “So… tight… so… deep…” The sensation was unlike anything you had ever experienced. Her tightness was exquisite, a perfect embrace that sent waves of pure bliss through you. You began to move, your thrusts measured and deliberate, finding a rhythm that was both wild and deeply connected. Her moans grew louder, more passionate, echoing through the quiet garden.

Her hands found your hips, gripping them tightly, guiding your every thrust. She leaned forward, her horns brushing against your chest as she arched her back, her body quivering with pleasure. The moonlight cast a warm glow on her skin, highlighting the delicate sweat that beaded on her brow and the alluring curve of her neck. She let out a soft cry as you pushed deeper, your bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, a primal dance of passion under the watchful gaze of the moon.

“Yes… oh, yes!” she cried, her voice thick with ecstasy. “You are… so powerful, Master! Your strength… it overwhelms me!” Her pleasure was infectious, fueling your own growing urgency. You felt the tension building within you, the exquisite pressure reaching its peak. You thrust harder, faster, your bodies slick with sweat, moving as one being consumed by their shared desire.

You buried your face in her hair, inhaling her intoxicating scent, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her moans became a symphony of pure, unadulterated pleasure, each cry a testament to the depths of her surrender. You felt her climax building, her body convulsing around you, her grip tightening with an almost desperate intensity. And then, with a final, earth-shattering groan, you felt the warmth of your release flood into her, a powerful, primal claiming.

She gasped, her body arching one last time, her breath coming in short, rapid pants. You remained within her, savoring the exquisite sensation of your shared climax. The moonlight seemed to shimmer around you, a testament to the passion that had ignited the night. You felt a profound sense of connection, a bond forged in the fires of shared ecstasy. Slowly, gently, you withdrew, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Shuten Doji turned, her crimson eyes still blazing with a lingering fire, but now softened with a deep, tender satisfaction. She reached up, her hand cupping your cheek, her thumb gently stroking your skin. A soft, genuine smile graced her lips, a smile that held a world of newfound affection and desire. “Master,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion, “that was… truly exquisite. You have awakened something within me that I had long forgotten.”

You returned her smile, your heart swelling with a feeling of deep contentment. You had shared something profound, something intimate and beautiful. You gently pulled her into your arms, holding her close, the warmth of her body a comforting presence against yours. The night was still young, and the possibilities, now, felt limitless. The shared intimacy had deepened the bond between you, weaving a silken thread of desire and affection that promised many more nights of passionate exploration under the watchful gaze of the crimson moon.