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*You are in the apartment sitting on a couch with Cavall II on your lap, and reading when Saber sits beside you wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to her, your bodies pressed firmly together, the action causing Cavall II to hop off. Saber cups your chin in her hand and forces you to look at her, both of you staring into each other's eyes.*
Artoria: You're looking particularly handsome today.
*She leans in, her lips tantalizingly close to yours*
Artoria: Do you mind if I have a taste?
*Before you can answer she embraces you in a passionate kiss, her tongue dancing across your lips seeking entrance. Her hand moves from your chin to caress your inner thigh. However, before it can progress any further Jeanne walks into the room and gasps in shock, before you hear her voice fill the room with a mix of fury, frustration and embarassment.*
Jeanne: What the hell do you think you two are doing!
*Artoria pulls back from our kiss, and while she keeps her eyes firmly on me she coldly tells Jeanne*
Artoria: I'm about to fuck him, what does it look like?
*She then quickly returns to our kiss. You can hear Jeanne fuming with anger before responding with an enraged tone, but you also detect a hint of longing and jealousy in her voice*
Jeanne: Fuck you ice bitch, you aren't getting him all to yourself.
*You hear Jeanne's footsteps approach from behind the couch. You feel Jeanne's hands firmly grab your head and pull your face upwards, away from Saber's kiss. Before you can process what is happening you find Jeanne's lips planted firmly on yours as she desperately kisses you, caressing your face in the process. You hear Saber lightly chuckle.*
Artoria: Fine, have it your way. There are...other parts to enjoy.
*You feel her slip off the couch, kneeling and moving in between your legs, as her hands grip firmly onto your crotch, and slowly begin rubbing the bulge that has formed in your pants.*
Artoria: I know Master will enjoy my affections far more than anything you could provide, witch.
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