/jp/ - Otaku Culture

The drops of molten wax dripped across Archer’s tan skin, the beads hardening solid as they slid across his bare, wide chest. He cried out, the sound muffled against the cloth stuffed in his mouth, his eyes half-lidded with exquisite pleasure. He struggled against the bindings that shackled his arms and legs to the bed-posts. There was to be no escape this time until he had satisfied his master.

Rin smirked, and touched a digit to him, circling her fingertips across his nipple. He moaned, the sensations shooting to his core. She straddled him, adding extra weight to restrict his movements. “Archer. So you went drinking with Lancer again?”

His response was a few more muffles. Laughing, Rin removed the covering from his mouth.

“Rin,” He gasped, breathing in deep breaths of air, “It was…an accident…forgive me…”

Rin’s palm flew the air, impacting against Archer’s cheek. It left an angry red mark. Her marking.

“You know the price for my mercy…” She pulled her shirt off, revealing her breasts. “I’ll have you service me for the rest of the night…”