Wine and Kill
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ofmasksandmagicAtrum Galliasta. Oh there were certainly more people deserving of hatred. That's what Hei initially thought of the man at first. Likely just some spoiled brat using his wealth to his advantage and all for a harem. Most of that was most certainly true. He just didn't expect so many orphans within his facility.
Poor children, he thought. He was no stranger to taking a life, even that of a child. Used right, even a child soldier could be one of the deadliest forces on the battlefield. Underestimating your foe was a mistake, and it was how he remained alive all these years. However, that was years ago. The longer he kept dancing to the same tune, the more he hated killing. All those feelings had to be buried. Yet there was always someone who was able to push the one button holding him back.
So he went undercover as one of the new members in his staff. Surprisingly, not easy to do. Some of them were indeed trained assassins, much like himself. He had to give some details of his fighting talents away sadly. But his bumbling nature act seemed to be the real winner, getting mocked almost as much as the Servant summoned to this war: Medea.
Not hard to figure out. Based on the details of the ritual and overhearing the conversations, he could put two and two together. Researching was another matter, and one he dug into when he should have been sleeping. She possessed the greatest challenge yet. One wrong move, and he would die, surely. Something seemed wrong however the more he watched the two, noting the outright abuse she suffered under his watch. Only a matter of time before she plotted gaining revenge.
Time was good for no one involved, as he overheard Atrum brag about getting a new Servant and disposing of her, making her kill herself out of spite. Medea was no saint, but compared to Atrum, who would casually kill children for a lousy crystal, she might as well be. Combined with his own anger, there laid only one path to take. No doubt a stupid plan. He had to put faith in someone who threatened to turn him into a toad for being unable to get her some wine. And yet somehow, this was an improvement from many of his other contracts with normal people and mages.
So he planned on getting close to her. Doing so casually was impossible. He needed a good reason to see her. So Hei lied, telling a story of how she might be hungry at least. Doubt would be natural, yet they let him do so, teasing that he just wanted to "sleep with the witch". Had to follow along, avoid rolling his eyes all the while. Truly, everyone here tested the limits of his patience. He wouldn't miss them if this plan worked.
And so, there he was, right in front to the door to her room. He knocked on the door casually, holding up a bag and a bowl with a lid on it.
"Um, miss Caster?" He called out in a familiar nervous voice. "I uh, it's Li! You remember, potential road victim? I was wondering if you would like some dinner I made. Um, it's only fried rice since uh…well you know how those people are. But it's special and I have some unique sauces if you wanna mix it up?"
He paused for a bit, pulling out from his jacket a rather large bottle of wine. Not cheap either, quite expensive looking. His voice lowered as he got closer to the door.
"I also stole some wine from Atrum's storage. I'm of course prepared to take the fall for this!"
Poor children, he thought. He was no stranger to taking a life, even that of a child. Used right, even a child soldier could be one of the deadliest forces on the battlefield. Underestimating your foe was a mistake, and it was how he remained alive all these years. However, that was years ago. The longer he kept dancing to the same tune, the more he hated killing. All those feelings had to be buried. Yet there was always someone who was able to push the one button holding him back.
So he went undercover as one of the new members in his staff. Surprisingly, not easy to do. Some of them were indeed trained assassins, much like himself. He had to give some details of his fighting talents away sadly. But his bumbling nature act seemed to be the real winner, getting mocked almost as much as the Servant summoned to this war: Medea.
Not hard to figure out. Based on the details of the ritual and overhearing the conversations, he could put two and two together. Researching was another matter, and one he dug into when he should have been sleeping. She possessed the greatest challenge yet. One wrong move, and he would die, surely. Something seemed wrong however the more he watched the two, noting the outright abuse she suffered under his watch. Only a matter of time before she plotted gaining revenge.
Time was good for no one involved, as he overheard Atrum brag about getting a new Servant and disposing of her, making her kill herself out of spite. Medea was no saint, but compared to Atrum, who would casually kill children for a lousy crystal, she might as well be. Combined with his own anger, there laid only one path to take. No doubt a stupid plan. He had to put faith in someone who threatened to turn him into a toad for being unable to get her some wine. And yet somehow, this was an improvement from many of his other contracts with normal people and mages.
So he planned on getting close to her. Doing so casually was impossible. He needed a good reason to see her. So Hei lied, telling a story of how she might be hungry at least. Doubt would be natural, yet they let him do so, teasing that he just wanted to "sleep with the witch". Had to follow along, avoid rolling his eyes all the while. Truly, everyone here tested the limits of his patience. He wouldn't miss them if this plan worked.
And so, there he was, right in front to the door to her room. He knocked on the door casually, holding up a bag and a bowl with a lid on it.
"Um, miss Caster?" He called out in a familiar nervous voice. "I uh, it's Li! You remember, potential road victim? I was wondering if you would like some dinner I made. Um, it's only fried rice since uh…well you know how those people are. But it's special and I have some unique sauces if you wanna mix it up?"
He paused for a bit, pulling out from his jacket a rather large bottle of wine. Not cheap either, quite expensive looking. His voice lowered as he got closer to the door.
"I also stole some wine from Atrum's storage. I'm of course prepared to take the fall for this!"
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Date: 2024-11-24 01:45 am (UTC)But he still meant it, the seriousness of his words only intensifying as he pulled up his shirt. He grabbed one of her hands, before guiding it to where he was pierced by the Gae Bolg. The wound was still scarred, warmth flowing just under the skin, clearly still trying to recover. Truthfully, it still hurt like hell being touched there. To win her trust, to work together, they needed to be closer. And with Hei hiding his greed for her body (mostly), he only knew of one other assurance.
"I meant what I said," he spoke softly. "So I'm not letting you go. Besides...I'm a greedy man. Leave me with a choice of two, I'll take both."
One of the last few parting words his friend Huang had left him. Choices were difficult. And sometimes, he couldn't follow through. But like hell he'd lose the strength to fight, not after all who sacrificed themselves for his own sake. And if he was willing to risk being stabbed by one of the world's most dangerous weapons, he'd do anything to make sure Caster stayed by his side until the end.
A soft tag before bed
Date: 2024-11-27 10:43 pm (UTC)But she made no resistance to him grabbing her hand, to letting him take it to the healing wound, and yes, she could feel his magic flowing through him. Yes... she couldn't forget that. He'd nearly gotten himself killed, for her sake. If only her magic could help him heal quicker...
"...the magic that flows through me now can't heal you. It's...darkness, curses...that little girl who's magic could repair all wounds died a long time ago. A selfish woman for a greedy man."
Medea slipped her hand off the wound, sliding it around until it rested on his back- still under his shirt. Feeling him still inside her. They needed to be closer, yes. To solidify their bond. Perhaps... that way they would survive this night- no, the Grail War itself.
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Date: 2024-11-28 10:25 pm (UTC)"I'll just stitch myself back...holding up for now..."
As if to demonstrate that point, his body moved, sliding out the cock inside of her, before thrusting it back in, filling the Caster. A soft sigh was given, Hei only able to feel pleasure at this point, pain his chest ignored in pursuit of his goal. It didn't take long for the string of moans to return to spilling from his lips, eyes focused on her face, even if covered up. One hand rose up to her face, wet, before cupping her cheek this time, being as gentle as he could with his touches at least.
I'm definitely not like a year late definitely not- (I still have no smut icons)
Date: 2025-12-11 09:13 pm (UTC)Medea leant into his touch, shuddering with pleasure and moving her hips with his- her cheeks reddening all the while. She couldn't let him disarm her so entirely like this... not so easily! And yet;
"Don't stop-"
Perhaps, it wouldn't take too long for her to come, as well.
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Date: 2025-12-11 09:21 pm (UTC)His hand slid her hood, back, wanting to stroke and touch her hair. His form did at least help his body receive the brunt of rainfall around them, not that it stopped him from chasing this pleasure.
One more lil tag before sleep
Date: 2025-12-11 11:08 pm (UTC)It was at that point that his hand slid back her hood, just a little- and found the tapered tip of her ear. Now that got a breathy little gasp in between her moans. A little squirm, holding on just that little bit tighter.
If she weren't kissing him just at that moment, she'd have protested that her ears were sensitive. Then again, that reaction was cue enough, wasn't it? Perhaps hoping to distract him, Medea deepened the kiss once again.
Goodnight!
Date: 2025-12-11 11:22 pm (UTC)Only ever met one person with ears like this, he wanted him dead. Maybe Medea would have wished for the same, should things have turned out differently. But he couldn't help himself, gently, affectionately rubbing at her ears for more reactions out of Caster. He moaned into the kiss, cock still reaching deep inside of her.
Oh no her one weakness
Date: 2025-12-18 10:26 pm (UTC)Darn this man- darn her soon-to-be Master, disarming her like this!!
Once she finally broke off the kiss, Medea gave a small chuckle. "I should curse you, for- ahh-!" ...Nope, not finishing that sentence, as another moan escaped her.
CRITICAL HIT!
Date: 2025-12-18 10:31 pm (UTC)As his hips kept moving against hers, his hand did stop...only for his mouth to aim and slightly bite on her, tending to it, dragging his teeth lightly against it. Small love-bites were given, coaxing Medea to keep giving him more sounds to drive him forward.
RIP Caster
Date: 2025-12-18 11:15 pm (UTC)First, it was enough to make the hood slip fully off, letting her hair flow out freely in the harsh wind, and breaking the darkness concealing her sorrowful eyes and delicate features.
And it meant she could no longer hide the flush across her pale cheeks- or the way her expression twisted in pleasure as she cried out and finally came around him. The pleasure rippled all the way through her, right up to her hands where she gripped tight into Hei- at least until the wave passed, and she grew a little limper in his arms, panting.
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Date: 2025-12-18 11:49 pm (UTC)But he too needed to come. And with his body still a stitched together mess, he couldn't hold out. A few thrusts had been given, greedily seeking more from his precious Caster, before he too came inside once more, every inch of his cock filling her tight hole.
He put his arms over her head, panting now as he stared at Medea, his eyes widened. Realization was hitting in as he shielded more of her body from the rain, of just what he suddenly did. And his brain was lacking in responses. The cold calculating assassin part of his personality had yet to fully return.
"I...you felt perfect."
...well it was a start.