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Arthur laid the woman across his dark blue bedsheets, looking over her sleeping expression.
He had done well, he had told himself as his eyes fell on the red Command Spells on his Master's hand.
Stealing a grail had not been that hard. Nor had it been particularly difficult to Rayshift to Camelot either. He often used the machine to train, after all.
No one would think that he would do something like this. He was King Arthur, the valiant knight who upheld his morals: honor, bravery, and chivalry all to the highest standard.
He still was that knight. However, there was only so much that a person could take. Even someone like him had his limits.
Hakuno was his Master, his lover, his person to protect and care for.
Not Gilgamesh’s, not Lucius Tiberius’ wife either. Nor was she the wife or Master to all of these others who believed that had a claim on her in Chaldea.
They all had their chance already and blew it in one form or another.
No, Hakuno was his.
He wasn’t going to lose her the way that he had lost Guinevere. That whole debacle had been messy. Hakuno deserved better than that.
He deserved better than that too.
It was true that he had been an indecisive king when he had been alive. But now? As a Heroic Spirit, he had found a new purpose.
He was going to protect Hakuno by any means necessary. Even if that meant hiding her away in his world.
Arthur brushed back Hakuno’s hair as he moved to sit next to her sleep form. She would come to love Camelot and its people.
Which was why he had gone to Morgan of all people the moment that he returned to his homeland.
Arthur reached into his jacket, pulling out the Camelot blue collar that his sister had made for him.
Supposedly, it would limit Hakuno’s magecraft and help her adjust to their home far more quickly than she would otherwise.
More importantly, the collar had his collar. Should Chaldea end up figuring out what he had done, there would be no mistaking who Hakuno belonged to.
That thought burned in his mind as Arthur placed the collar around that pretty neck of hers.
The Chaldeans would be too late by the time they figured out what was happening. He may have stolen a Holy Grail to form this world, but he knew full well that there was another grail somewhere in Britain or France. With that second Holy Grail, he could use it to have a real body, to have Hakuno to have his children.
Gilgamesh was far too arrogant. Lucius Tiberius? Too selfish.
And Tezcatlipoca was just insane.
No, better to have Hakuno with him. He could make the woman far happier. He wouldn’t use or abuse her like those others. He also wouldn’t doubt her strength or misjudge her value either.
Hakuno just needed protection. Protection that he was all too happy to give as he began to tie her wrists to the headboard of their bed, using a stray piece of fabric.
They just needed to come to an understanding first. He had seen what occurred in the Command Room between her and Gilgamesh, and the week before that in the library between her, Lucius, and that Aztec.
He wasn’t going to take chances this time.
The fact that he had gone to Morgan le Fay for help told him that much.
He knew well enough that Morgan was only bothering to help him for her own amusement and interest in Hakuno.
Neither of those options sat well with him. He wasn’t going to worry about it right now, not with Hakuno beginning to stir as he pulled back from tying her wrists into place.
“Hakuno,” Arthur murmured as those beautiful honeyed eyes slowly opened, and looked up at him. She was practically begging to be hoarded away with that soft expression she was giving him as she became more aware of her surroundings. “How are you feeling?”
How was she feeling? Hakuno tried to move her wrists only to feel something wrapped tightly around them, holding her in place.
And then there was the pressure around her neck. Whatever it was, was on the verge of being on too tightly.
Never mind the room she had woken up in. With its dark blue littered around the place, along with the tapestry hanging up the walls that she could see, it looked straight out of one of the many books she had read about King Arthur before she had summoned the man himself.
She most definitely wasn’t in Chaldea anymore. Hakuno’s mind raced as she met her Servant’s green eyes.
“Arthur,” Hakuno started as she attempted to try to piece things together. “Where are we? I think there is something around my neck and wrists. I can’t move at all.”
Arthur took in that expression before he shook his head. Of course, she wouldn’t be able to move. She didn’t need to. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in order to calm her.
“It is alright, love. We’re in Camelot. The twins sent us here to find a grail. They think there is a singularity about to form here,” Arthur explained as he moved to slide his tunic off. “You passed out during the Rayshift here. Your memories might be a bit messed up. I know that Lady Da Vinci mentioned something like that before when she was explaining how the Rayshift worked to me.”
Oh. Hakuno paused at those words. Then no wonder she couldn’t remember much of anything. She didn’t even remember having that conversation with Gudako and Gudao.
She was really lucky to have Arthur around, but that didn’t explain why she couldn’t move, or why her Saber was undressing. Hakuno felt her face warming as she took in the sight of him.
“I-I still don’t really understand why I can’t move,” Hakuno opted to reply, trying to keep her eyes on his face. She couldn’t get distracted like this so easily. She was truly weak when it came to pretty men.
Arthur laughed softly at the blushing face, his hand sneaking up her shirt as he leaned in once more.
She would be wearing his culture’s clothing once this was through, but for now, he simply stole her lips again.
“You don’t need to move,” Arthur murmured, pulling that shirt up more and revealing more of her to his gaze. “You can just lay there and allow me to spoil you. It’s my job to do that. I care about you so much, Hakuno.”
He refused to let her respond, slamming his lips home to hers, kissing her deeply. Hakuno only needed to see him. Their relationship was all that should matter at the moment. They could fix this. Hakuno was just far too kind for her own good. She needed someone like him around to keep the others at bay.
Hakuno couldn’t breathe as the man kissed her hard. Arthur wasn’t usually so rough. She closed her eyes as she felt Arthur tearing at her poor clothes. They needed to slow down. She still had so many questions about this.
“A-Arthur,” Hakuno breathed, panting as her Saber finally allowed her to catch her breath. “Is it a good idea to be doing this if there is a grail to find?”
Surely it couldn’t be. They needed to hurry and find it. Gudako and the others had to be already working.
Arthur simply smiled, leaving a shiver to run up Hakuno’s spine. That wasn’t the normal kind of smile that Arthur gave her every day. No, this was something far different, something that she hadn’t seen before.
It was all she could do not to gasp as the man grabbed her breasts, kneading at them in a way that was almost painful. It shouldn’t feel good. This pain mixed with pleasure- something had to be wrong with her. The Rayshift had to have messed with more than just her memories.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about that, love,” Arthur purred, stealing affection after affection from his Master. “Right now, this is time for you and I. I intend to make sure that we enjoy ourselves. We both care for one another, don’t we?”
They did. Hakuno let out a moan involuntarily, the moment that Arthur began to tug and pinch her nipples. Her mind went blank as a wave of pleasure rushed through her body.
“Or do you prefer Gilgamesh?” Arthur continued, his gaze darkening as he pressed their bodies together a bit more. “Or Perhaps Tiberius? Or that Aztec?”
Hakuno paused, even as the man was abusing her chest. She couldn’t process what he had just said. There was no way that he could know. She hadn’t figured out a good way to tell him yet.
“Arthur-”
“It’s fine,” Arthur murmured, his mouth kissing down her neck, nipping and biting along the way downwards. “It’s not your fault. Those heathens just took advantage of you, but it won’t happen again, Hakuno. You care for me, don’t you?”
“I-I do,” Hakuno breathed. They really needed to stop and talk about this. She needed to apologize properly, but all she could do was shamelessly, squirm against the sheets, as Arthur’s lips found her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple. “Arthur, please. You know that I love you.”
“Do I?” Arthur looked up, meeting Hakuno’s gaze, noting how teary-eyed she looked as she moved to spread her legs. “You should tell me more while I fuck you, Master. I need to hear you say you love me, that you want me above anyone else.”
It was what he was owed. The girl could give him that much. With that thought in mind, Arthur lined himself up, stealing those lips while he pushed himself with little preamble. She was wet enough for him. She could handle him with little problems like she had with those others.
He couldn’t be serious, Hakuno thought. He wasn’t usually like this. Her eyes widened as the man shoved himself inside her with one fluid motion. Tears pricked at her vision. He was being too rough, but what was worse was that it felt good.
Hakuno cried out his name as he began to move at a rough pace. She wasn’t going to last like this. He was trying to kill her for what she had done. It was all that she could think of.
“You’re taking me so well, Master,” Arthur purred as he grabbed her hips, making her stay in one spot to keep her from squirming. “You were already so wet. I suppose I should thank those idiots for using you like a slut. You’re taking my cock much better than before.”
Oh, but those words weren't helping this at all. Hakuno whined as she the claws the man had digging into her hips each time she dared to move.
“Arthur, please,” Hakuno pleaded, her eyes meeting those green eyes. “I love you. I didn’t mean to-”
“Didn’t mean to have three different men inside you? How many others have you been with before you summoned me, Hakuno? Were you often laying on your back, taking random men's seed inside you?”
He picked up the pace, pounding into her harder. He wasn’t going to listen to her excuses. What matters now is that she was here with him, away from those troublemakers.
It wasn’t like that. It truly wasn’t. Arthur needed to calm down. Hakuno opened her mouth to argue, but the man hit something deep inside her, causing her to unravel around him with a sob.
Arthur leaned in, his hand moving up to hold those bound wrists in place, smiling as the woman came around him. It felt so good, but they weren’t done yet. Instead of stopping, or allowing Hakuno peace, he kept up the rough pace, determined to make her come with him.
“Did it feel good? You are a beautiful sight when you come, Hakuno.” Arthur purred into her ear. “You should be good and tell me how good this is for you. I doubt those others were as big as men. None of them have a dragon heart as I do.”
She couldn’t. Hakuno shook her head, as another lewd moan escaped her. She couldn’t think straight, let alone form words.
“Should I stop then?” Arthur threatened, slowing his pace as if to show that he meant his words. “Be a good girl, Hakuno. If you love me, you can tell me how good this feels.”
He was cheating. He was being such an asshole. She didn’t want him to stop though, despite how much her mind said that he needed to.
“Please, Arthur. D-Don’t stop. I want you. I love you more than anyone.” Hakuno blurted out, leaning her face up to press her forehead to his. “I want you to come inside me.”
Arthur’s heart raced at those words. He stole those pretty lips once more, as he resumed his pace. She loved him more than anyone. She had said it. She was his.
“I’m going to fuck so many children into you, Hakuno.” Arthur breathed, feeling closer and closer to the edge each time he hit home, and that warmth wrapped around him tightly. “You’re going to make such a great queen. The people will love you as much as I do.”
She wasn’t sure what that last part meant. Hakuno couldn’t even begin to process it, as that familiar wave of pleasure crept up on her again.
“Anything, Arthur. I-I’m going to come again. Please- I need more of you.”
Arthur sank his teeth into her neck, feeling the metallic taste of blood coating his tongue as he came hard, the moment she lost it against him. He came harder than he needed to inside her. He was a Servant, it wouldn’t take for now, but that would change soon.
As he laid her against the sheets, pulling out after a few minutes, he pressed his lips to her cheeks.
The bonds could stay for a bit longer until he found something that would keep her tied to the Castle.
He wouldn’t risk losing her again. This time would be different.
He would ensure it one way or another.