Ch. 5.3 The Unfitting Piece (Patreon)

Fate: Charm of the Devil Fae This fic is inspired by Sticky Situation by Professor Quill, In Bloom by Flight of Fancy,  and to a certain e

Fate: Charm of the Devil Fae This fic is inspired by Sticky Situation by Professor Quill, In Bloom by Flight of Fancy,  and to a certain e

Fate: Charm of

the Devil Fae

This fic is inspired by Sticky Situation by Professor Quill, In Bloom by Flight of Fancy,  and to a certain extent Benefits of Saving a Veela by WD_ONeill. Please check them out.

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Ch. 5.3 The Unfitting

Piece

[Part 3 of 3]

Disclaimer: Everyone here is at least 18 years of age. We’ll begin the actual story just after they graduate from High School. In Japan, students are usually 18 years old during their last year in High School, by the time they start higher education they’re usually 19 years old. So all scenes of a sexual nature, and references to past sexual experiences, were done between adults.

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Lemon Start

Runeas stood up, plopping down to the floor, bouncing a bit, then she pulled at both her ribbons, loosening her twin-tails, which cascaded down to join the rest of her hair. She then turned around as she loosened three of her blouse’s buttons, exposing her massive cleavage as she sultrily moved towards me.

Placing a knee between my thighs as she mounted my left leg, kneeling up, her head now looking down at me, as she smirked at me.

 “I heard that someone got blue balled this morning.” She said in a teasingly mocking voice.

She probably had one of her familiars inside the room, the per—

“Oh, are you now labelling me pervert number two, or maybe Rin is number two, and I’m number three?” 

Trying not to drop the ball the second time today, as I made sure to keep a stoic face as she intercepted my thoughts, confirming my theory that she watched today’s morning activities through a familiar. 

Instead, I just closed the distance, pulling her waist towards me. 

Our lips met—soft warmth giving way to heated urgency—and Runeas’s tongue brushed mine in a teasing curl. A slight, sharp pain bloomed as the tang of iron lingered—a consequence of her biting my lower lip in passion.

I moved forward as she wrapped her legs around my back, grinding her core against my stiff erection while we shared a frenzied exchange of saliva. I gasped when she increased and intensified her thrusts—her heated, relentless dry humping sending shivers up my spine as my control slipping with eerie grinding thrust.

Higher and higher, I matched her rhythm—our bodies locked, her limbs wrapped firmly around me, her generous breasts mashed against my chest, the softness compressed but still yielding. 

And just as I was about to come, our clothes vanished in a shimmer of devilish magic, replaced by the slick, hungry heat of her folds. My cock twitched from the sudden rush of sensation.

The tight, wet heat of her inner walls pulsing around me, I bucked as I came—flooding her without restraint. Runeas didn’t stop. Unbothered by the flood, she powered through my orgasm, her walls clamped down, pulling each pulse of release from me, but Runeas didn’t let up—riding me through the high with relentless force.

Thanks to my unique constitution and her devil magic, my erection stayed firm—unyielding even through the climax. I re-opened my circuits, channelling mana through our connection. Unlike human bodies, hers didn’t submit easily to magical manipulation. I had to force more mana through our physical connection—her devil constitution absorbing it slowly at first, then greedily once the threshold broke as I increased all sensitivity.

Her senses bloomed under my touch. Her back arched violently as jet-black wings burst from her back—batlike, majestic, strangely beautiful.

Weightless, she hovered over me—anchored only by her locked legs and the velvet grip of her cunt pulsing around my cock.

I gripped her waist tight, driving up into her as her body floated above me—legs locked tight, cunt pulsing greedily around me.

“Yes—Shirou—fill me, fuck me, right there—”

She pushed her tits up, kneading one as I took the other—rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger before giving it a sharp tug. Leaning in, I replaced my fingers with my mouth—teeth grazing the peak before I flicked my tongue across it, drawing mewling sounds from the redhead.

Her breath then hitched as she tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me tighter against her chest while my other hand worked her neglected nipple.

The wet, rhythmic schlop of our bodies filled the air—slick, shameless. Her floating form clung to me—legs still locked tight around my waist—as I bent forward, face buried between her bouncing tits, before pulling back and pushing them together—switching between them, lips and tongue claiming each in turn.

I pulled back, reaching behind me as I stood, grabbing her ankles from behind. Her body was still floating now perpendicular to me, legs splayed open midair, her core slick and begging as I drove into her.

Runeas ran her hands slowly over her body—from face to neck, then down to her breasts. One hand massaged a mound, the other slipped down further towards her glistening folds, fingers flicking her swollen clit.

I folded her legs together, bending them at the knees as I raised her feet to my mouth. I kissed along herr instep, sucking one toe after another, drawing breathless moans from her as her thighs trembled. My lips wandered up her ankles, then her calves, each kiss pushing her legs back—folding her deeper beneath me, bringing her flushed face closer to mine.

Her face showed pleasure, her eyes closed, savouring everything. Popping a toe into my mouth, sucking at it, bending forward as I trailed kisses up her ankle, then her calf as I pushed her legs more. Opening them as I my face hovered over hers.

I only stayed there as I continued my thrusting, putting to memory every minute difference of her face as she receives each heated thrust. 

Her body was still floating as if supported by an invisible surface. I stood straight up, grabbing her waist as I turned her body over on its axis. Her toned legs dangling, toes brushing the air as I thrust into her—each thrust making her breasts bounce wildly, slapping together with wet, rhythmic claps.

Runeas, arching back up as she turned her torso, reaching towards my neck, pulling me forwards as our lips met. Her eyes were still closed as our tongues danced with each other.

She opened her eyes and locked gazes with me—her body still bent oer, yet flexible enough to reach out and grip my shoulder, never breaking eye contact.

“Almost.”

At her signal, I opened my inherited crest and triggered ‘double-accel’—my hips driving twice as fast in an instant.

“Shirou—” she gasped, her moans spiralling higher, each cry syncing with my accelerated thrusts. Her slick walls pulsed tighter with every stroke, clinging greedily to my cock. More, her body demanded—each schlick of flesh wetter than the last, until she dragged me down to kiss her again.

My rhythm slowed as I emptied myself, every final thrust coaxing out the last pulses of release.

I turned her back to face me, guiding her toward the newly restored futon—already soaked once more with sweat and lust. My cock, still buried deep, throbbed in time with her own rhythmic contractions—her walls pulsing gently around me in lingering aftershocks.

Heat shimmered between our bodies, sweat dripping from my back as we lay tangled together—exchanging slow, lazy kisses.

Runeas grinned wickedly. “No longer blue-balled?” she teased, her fingers fondling my balls as her index traced my perineum. My cock, which was previously softening, hardened again.

“Good boy.” She said teasingly as we resumed our activities.

Lemon End

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After another passionate morning with Runeas, which ended this time in release, thank whichever deity that doesn't give me pain—. After checking on Ritsuka, who’s still sleeping—well, technically she did die in a sense—her body is probably recuperating from yesterday’s events.

Runeas offered to teleport me this time—a convenient devil ability which, unfortunately, is incompatible with my status as an incarnation; however, Rin and Vivian suggested that perhaps I could access that ability through a medium of some sort.

Runeas also said that they might limit my commuting to school. While my charm is fine outdoors—its effect diluted as people quickly pass by—it becomes problematic in close areas like a train. There, people are exposed to it for extended periods, allowing the aura to intensify and saturate them, making them far more likely to succumb.

I looked up towards the old building, something unique amongst the modern buildings within the campus, especially with its Gothic-style architecture. Well, at least, I think it’s Gothic—I never really got into architecture. It looks similar to those large stone churches, but it’s wood and cement. 

I looked back towards Runeas as I tilted my head questioningly, wondering why she hadn’t gone back yet.

“I have a familiar near the young Fujimura; I’ll accompany you for now.” She said as she knocked loudly at the door.

“Didn’t you just say that you’re swamped with work?” I worriedly asked, “But if you’re sure, thank you then,” I said as the door swung open, revealing a blond, good-looking guy of European descent. 

“Emiya, Shirou,” I said, introducing myself as I extended my hand. He looked down in bewilderment, hesitantly reaching out for my hand and shaking it as he said, “Yuuto Kiba.”

I then looked towards Runeas as I presented her with my elbow. “He already knows me,” Runeas said, grabbing my arm as she gestured for Yuuto to lead the way.

As we entered the dark halls of the old building, the floor made of dark, varnished wood. I noted that the blond hadn't been there when Rias and that girl who kept giving me a chilling, sadistic smile—Akeno—were. “So… How are you finding your college classes?” I began.

My eye twitched at the sudden small snort I heard to my left. Giving Runeas the stink eye as I turned my gaze towards the pondering blond, his chin held between his fingers, his elbow supported by his other folded arm.

“I’ve only had introduction classes so far, though I had one class where the professor only talked about cats.”

“Oh, was it the social studies professor? I think I heard it from one of my friends.” I briefly tried to remember yesterday’s haze of events. “I think it was Ayako who told me that. Are you classmates?”

“Umm… we really didn’t do class introductions.”

I inwardly grimaced at our awkward exchange as we stopped in front of large double doors, Yuuto knocked on the door.

Both doors opened at the same time, with Akeno opening the right side and a short, white-haired girl with a stoic face opening the other. To reveal Rias Gremory sitting primly—her legs covered in thigh-high socks, crossed over the other, as she sipped on a cup of tea, while holding a saucer.

I escorted Runeas towards the couch facing Rias as I sat beside her, crossing my arms. Since I was the one who asked for the meeting, I began the talks as a courtesy. 

“I’ve already heard about your predicament from Runeas, as she had been asking for a while now to accept your request about helping you with your family predicament.” 

Runeas, beside me, had both her arms and legs crossed, her eyes closed, while Akeno poured us a cup of tea. 

A flash of something coloured Rias’s face—was it worry, sadness, guilt?—it was too quick for me to discern as she placed both her teacup and saucer on a side table to her left. 

Her face became serious as she opened her palms to the air, gesturing subtly behind her, as if silently asking for something, and the white-haired girl grabbed something from on top of the expensive-looking wooden office desk.

A manila-brown envelope was placed on Rias’s open palm. “Thank you, Koneko,” Rias said as she slid the envelope towards me, stopping as it reached the base of my teacup’s saucer.

I guess her name was Koneko, or maybe that’s just an endearing nickname. Her face was somewhat flushed as we made eye contact.

I reached forward to grab the envelope. As the scent of something binding reached my nose, my extra-sensory ability immediately picked up the intent of what was held within, even before I opened it, as I held it in front of me. I frowned at the implications, “A geas?” I half-asked, half-declared at the heiress in front of me.

But before she could reply, Runeas, without even opening her eyes, extended her arm, her index finger touching the corner of the envelope, quickly combusting into flames, the ash disintegrating into nothingness.

“Runeas—” I tried, but before I could say anything more. 

“Child, why don’t you just say what you want and stop playing games?”

She opened her eyes, uncrossing her legs as she directed a glare at Rias. 

“I already told you that Shirou has always been willing to help, and you continue to play games like this, like the brat you are.”

The previous brief emotion that flashed across Rias’s face was now clearly visible to everyone, as uncertainty was etched on her face.

I grabbed Runeas’s elbow as I squeezed it, trying to calm her down. 

“Excuse me, let’s not do this right now. I’m sure both of you have already argued about this last nig—”

A flash of anger coloured Rias face as she raised her arms in the air. “Fine, be my knight piece.”

All I heard was a snort coming from Runeas. “For how long?”

Rias bristled at me in return, “What do you mean, for how long? Didn’t you agree to anything when you asked me to revive your friend?”

I frowned, “I know that you want to break off your betrothal to one of the Phenex Sires through a Rating Game, but from your arguments with Runeas, I sense you hold something against me.”

Echoing snorts were heard from Runeas and Akeno behind me. 

“I would have thought you’d want me to help train your pieces and forge you some devil-fae-based weapons, but anyway, fine, I don’t mind.” 

Frowning at the request, I knew it wouldn't be a problem. With my status—equivalent to a Pillar in the Underworld, a fact currently hidden—Rias couldn't simply exert her authority over me, even if she would be considered my King.

It is the same for pureblood and even half-blood devils when being put under the Evil Piece system; their Kings cannot simply impose their will on their fellow devils, even with their authority.

Unlike when someone is converted into a devil, they do have somewhat fewer rights, and proving any abuse done by their Devil Kings would be a tall order.

All I got was a confused look as she asked, “Devil-fae?” I ignored her as I presented myself, palms open, facing Rias.

Rias frowned as a red-coloured Knight piece manifested on her palm. Standing, her face now taking on a reddish hue, she approached me. She held the piece against my chest and blinked in confusion as if nothing had happened.

A Bishop replaced the Knight piece, but her frown only deepened further. Even her Rook was then held against my chest— 

—doing nothing.

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