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"Nhhh!" Medea moaned into his mouth when his fingers touched the folds of her womanhood, wet and hot beyond his wildest imagination.

Feeling it would be rude to just let himself in he instead sent his fingers to explore the premises, until they found the spot famed for being the weakest spot common to all women.

"N-yah!" Medea shrieked when he touched the bundle of nerve, nearly jumping out of his arms. "S-Shirou!"

She looked flustered at her own reaction and surprised at his homing on that particular spot. She clearly hadn't expected a virgin like him to know about it.

It was an unusual expression on her, and an extremely cute one at that. It couldn't be helped then if he attacked that spot mercilessly.

"F~uaaah!" she exhaled, squirming into his arms. Spurred by her reaction, Shirou moved to the next step.

There is something to be said about being able to juggle several type of weapons like an expert. It gives the dexterity to move every single finger just the way one wants to.

There had been no warning, no change in pace in what he was already doing when Shirou sent two of his fingers past the barrier of her folds and into her hole.

"Shiiiirooou!" she moaned aloud, scratching his chest with the hand that wasn't pinned by his body. He responded by kissing her neck, down and back up again. He didn't know what prompted him to do so, but when her elfin ear came into his vision, he felt the irresistible urge to nibble it.

"-!"

Medea's entire body tensed as she let out a silent gasp. For a long moment she shook and trembled, while her folds squeezed around his fingers, until she slowly relaxed into his arms.

Shirou cupped her face and kissed her lips gently, while he pressed his manhood against her hips. A clear declaration of intent.

He pushed her down slowly and she offered no resistance. It was so that she found herself on her back with Shirou leaning above her. He run his fingers on her thighs all the way to her knees which he gently pushed apart.

With her pussy now so clearly exposed, glistening with arousal, Medea felt a sudden rush of self-consciousness, which lasted for the fraction of time that it took him to position his hardness against her entrance.

'This is it,' they both thought, unbeknownst to one another.

Slowly, he pushed himself inside her, both savoring the exquisite pressure they exercised on each other, right until he was fully sheathed in her depths. Out of sheer female instinct, she hooked her legs around him. The pressure on his lower back, this unspoken claim, this affirmation of wanting to keep him inside her, gave Shirou all the motivation he needed to start moving.

It was awkward at first. They lacked any sort of synchronicity, but they started to get better with each thrust, with each moan, with each scratch, with each kiss.

Slow, deliberate movements quickly became frantic and rushed until nature run its inevitable course and Shirou met the limit of his willpower again.

Medea felt his essence flood her, white and hot, filling her innermost place and sending warmth rippling across her body. Still sensitive from her recent climax this new wave of sensations pushed her over the edge once more and her body coiled around him in every conceivable way, while the only thing that came out of her throat was a barely audible whimper.