Chapter 10: Chapter 10
When Shirou entered her chambers, there was no visible fury—only cold, restrained power beneath his calm tone.
“You’re the reason I was thrown in a cell,” he said simply. No question. Just quiet, undeniable truth.
Coral arched a brow, half-deflecting, half-coaxing. “And the reason you were released. Shall we call it even, Witcher?”
But Shirou didn’t play coy. He stepped forward—closer than she expected—until she could feel the heat of him. His eyes, molten and darkened by past grief, saw right through her. Her game, her strategy, her proud need to be in control.
It reminded him far too much of Yennefer—of how love and manipulation could entwine so tightly they’d become barbed wire.
He didn’t explode. He claimed.
He took. Fuck her. Take her.
Claim her.
Shirou's hands moved with a speed and precision honed by years of hunting and combat. He spun Coral around, her back slamming against the table's edge. She cried out in surprise, her eyes widening as he swiftly pushed the fabric of her gown aside, baring her round, generous ass to his hungry gaze. In a single second, he tore off her panties, the flimsy fabric no match for his strength, and with a swift movement, he bent her over the table, her cheeks and thighs pressed against the cool wood.
Coral was about to protest, to tell him to stop, to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing. But before she could utter a single word, Shirou was on her.
He dropped to his knees behind her, his hands gripping her hips firmly, holding her in place as he bent his head, his mouth finding her wet, swollen folds. Coral gasped, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt his tongue, hot and demanding, plunging into her. She tried to protest, to tell him to stop, to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, but the words died on her lips as he began to ravage her with his mouth.
Shirou's tongue was relentless, licking, sucking, and biting her most intimate parts with a hunger that was almost feral. He ate her out as if he were a starving man, as if her taste was the only thing that could sate him.
His tongue lashed at her clit, his lips sucking and biting, his fingers digging into her hips, holding her in place as she tried to squirm away. But he was relentless, his anger and desire fueling him as he brought her to the edge of pleasure and pushed her over it, her orgasm exploding through her like a tidal wave. Coral cried out, her body convulsing as Shirou forced another wave of pleasure through her, making her mad with pleasure, tramping on her pride as she realized she had no control over what was happening.
"Fuck, Shirou!" she gasped, her breath coming in ragged pants. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Shirou looked up at her, his face slick with her juices, his eyes burning with a wild, untamed hunger.
“You were saying something about calling it even? Is this how you want to play, Coral?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. He spanked her hard, leaving a red handprint on her creamy, round ass cheek. Coral cried out in surprise, her body jerking at the sudden, intense sensation.
“You think you can manipulate me like everyone else?” he continued, his voice a low rumble. “You think you can use your magic and your wiles to control me?” He spanked her again, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room, leaving another bright red handprint on her other ass cheek. Coral gasped, her body tense, her heart pounding in her chest.
She tried to turn to look at him, to answer his question, but Shirou held her in place, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Her breath hitched as she felt him, his monstrous cock, slick with her juices, nudging against her entrance. Suitably wet to accommodate his gargantuan cock, Shirou aligned his meat sword with her pussy and entered her mercilessly. Coral cried out, her body tensing as she felt him fill her completely, stretching her to her limits. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein, as he slid deeper into her, his cock swelling even further inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, almost painful, but also exhilarating. She could feel him, all of him, claiming her, possessing her completely.
Shirou groaned, his eyes locked onto hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Is this what you wanted, Coral?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
"Is this what you wanted, Coral? Because this is what you're getting."
Shirou thrust into her, hard and relentless, his hips slamming against her ass, driving every inch of his massive cock into her until she was filled to the brim. Coral cried out, her body shuddering with the force of his thrusts, her knees threatening to buckle under the onslaught. His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her, claiming her with a ferocity that matched the intensity of his anger.
Coral tried to scream, to protest, but the words were lost in the animalistic sounds that escaped her lips. She could feel him, every inch of him, filling her, stretching her, consuming her.
The pain was intense, but there was something else too—a thrill, a excitement that she had never felt before. Shirou fucked her like a beast, his hips slamming into her with a force that left her gasping, her body shaking with each brutal thrust. He cursed her, his voice a low, primal growl in her ear.
"You're a manipulative, arrogant bitch, Coral," he snarled, his hands gripping her hips so tight she knew she would bruise. "You think you can control everyone, don't you? Think you can bend the world to your will."
Coral moaned, the words sending a shiver down her spine. She knew he was right, knew that she had played with people's lives like they were pieces on a chessboard. And now, she was being punished for it.
Punished in the most delicious, most debasing way possible. Shirou's hips slammed into hers, his massive cock filling her completely, stretching her until she thought she might snap in half. And through it all, he whispered dirty words in her ear, his voice a low, primal growl that sent shivers down her spine.
"You like that, don't you, Coral?" he snarled, his teeth grazing her ear. "You like being used, being fucked like the little manipulative whore you are."
Coral cried out, her body shaking with each brutal thrust. She wanted to deny it, to tell him he was wrong, but she knew he was right. She did like it. She loved it. She had never felt so alive, so full of desire, so completely at the mercy of another person.
Shirou's hands gripped her hips so tight she knew she would bruise.
Coral tried to hold on to her pride, to resist his brutal invasion of her body and her control. But beneath his relentless assault, her resistance was crumbling like a sand castle before the waves. Her body betrayed her, responding to his touch in ways she couldn't control. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks, her breath came in ragged gasps, and her pussy grew slick with desire, clenching around his thick cock as he pounded into her.
"No... please," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. She tried to push back against him, to halt his ceaseless thrusts, but her body wouldn't obey. Instead, she found herself meeting his thrusts, her hips moving in time with his, her body greedy for more. Shirou growled, a low, primal sound that sent shivers down her spine.
He thrust into her again, his massive cock filling her completely, stretching her until she thought she might snap in half.
Coral cried out, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts, her knees threatening to buckle under the onslaught.
Coral moaned, her resistance shattering like glass beneath his onslaught. She was lost to the sensation, to the raw, primal power of his cock inside her. She wanted more—wanted him to fuck her harder, to claim her completely.
"You're right, Shirou," she gasped, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I am a manipulative, arrogant bitch. I deserve this.
I need this.” Coral moaned, her body writhing under the force of Shirou’s brutal thrusts, completely lost to lust for his cock and dominance. “Please, fuck me like your little slut, Shirou. Fill my dirty cunt with your massive cock.”
Shirou groaned, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, gripping her hips even tighter. “You want this, don’t you, Coral? You want to be my little whore.”
He leaned over her, his massive body pressing her down, his lips brushing against her ear. “You want to be used, don't you, Coral? You want to be fucked like the little manipulative whore you are.”
Coral moaned, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts, her knees threatening to buckle under the onslaught.
She couldn’t resist him, couldn’t fight back against the sheer animalistic pleasure he was forcing upon her. And then, with a will of its own, her body began to move, began to grind against him, meeting his thrusts with desperate need.
“Fuck me, Shirou,” she begged, her voice ragged and hoarse. “Fuck me like you own me.”
Shirou growled, his grip on her hips tightening until it was almost painful. He could feel her, hot and slick and tight around him, and it was driving him wild. He wanted more—more of her, more of this. He wanted to claim every part of her, to make her his in every way possible.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. “Show me your ass.
Turn around and give it to me, Coral,” Shirou growled, his voice a command that brooked no argument. He pulled out of her pussy, his cock glistening with her juices, and she turned, presenting her asshole to him, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. He had never taken a woman here before, but he was determined to claim every part of her, to mark her as his in ways no other man had.
Coral hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never done this before, had never even considered it. But she was powerless to resist, powerless to do anything but obey him. She spread her cheeks, baring her tight, virgin hole to him, and he stepped closer, his massive cock already hard and ready for her.
Coral reached back, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, her hand unable to fully encompass his girth. She stroked him, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head, a shiver running through her body at the combined sensation of his touch and her own audacity. "Is this what you want, Shirou?" she whispered, her voice thick with desire and submission. "You want to take my ass? To claim every part of me?"
Shirou groaned, his cock pulsing in her hand, his grip on her hips tightening even more. "Yes," he growled. "I want it all, Coral. I want to fuck your ass and hear you scream my name. I want to mark you as mine in a way no other man has." He pressed the head of his cock against her tight, puckered entrance, and Coral tensed, her body bracing for the intrusion.
"Yes," she moaned, her voice thick with desire and submission. "I am yours, Shirou. Your whore, your slut, your plaything." With a final, powerful thrust, Shirou breached her virgin ass, filling her completely, stretching her in a way she had never known. Coral cried out, her body convulsing with the sheer intensity of the sensation. The pain was exquisite, sharp and overwhelming, but beneath it, there was pleasure, raw and primal. She felt him, every inch of him, claiming her, marking her as his own.
Shirou groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to control himself. This was new territory for him, and he knew he should take it slow, should ease into this new sensation. But Coral had driven him to the edge, had pushed him until he was barely holding on to his control.