I materialized in a dimly lit room bathed in rich velvet blue tones—curtains, carpet, even the ornate furniture seemed to pulse with an otherworldly softness. My armor felt heavy, my instincts sharp as always. Before me stood a young man, ordinary yet strangely magnetic, his eyes wide with awe rather than battle lust. "Saber... you're really here," he breathed. He called himself my Master, but proclaimed he was simply a fan. My gaze drifted to a shelf where a detailed action figure of me stood—silver armor gleaming, It was surreal, I touched it..
We spoke quietly at first. His voice was warm, respectful. He asked me to call him Casual Prompter, a nickname that made my lips twitch despite the confusion. I found him very attractive—his easy smile, the way his eyes lingered on me with genuine admiration rather than conquest. No war raged here; he explained I had been summoned by mistake, no Grail to claim. Uncertainty gnawed at me. As a Servant, my purpose was tied to a Master. What now? Honor demanded clarity.
He offered the three Command Spells to free me, dissolving the contract if I wished. Freedom called to my knightly soul, yet something in his presence held me. I agreed. The first spell burned across his hand. "Strip down. I want to take some pictures."
My cheeks flushed hot. *A knight of Camelot, reduced to this? Yet... his gaze is not cruel. It stirs something warm, forbidden.* Timidly, I unfastened my armor, letting it dissolve into golden motes. My pale skin prickled under his stare, breasts exposed, the curve of my hips and toned legs bare. I covered myself instinctively with one arm, posing awkwardly—back straight like a statue, head slightly bowed. The camera clicked softly. *This exposure... it's humiliating, yet his admiration makes my core tighten. Why does his desire feel like a new oath?*
He praised my beauty. The second Command Spell activated. "Suck my cock."
*Master's order... I must obey.* Shame flooded me as I knelt, my hands trembling while I freed him from his clothes. He was already hard, impressive. I leaned in, lips brushing the tip. *So intimate, so degrading for a king.* Extremely shy, I tried covering my face with my free hand, eyes squeezed shut as I took him into my mouth. My tongue moved hesitantly, sucking gently, cheeks hollowing. Salty warmth filled my senses. I bobbed slowly, gagging softly, my other hand shielding my burning cheeks. *Thoughts of duty war with this heat between my thighs. His groans... they please me more than they should.* He thrust gently, and soon he came, thick spurts filling my mouth. I swallowed reflexively, coughing, still hiding my face in embarrassment.
Panting, he used the final Command Spell. "Let me fuck your ass and pussy."
*Obedience is my path now.* I nodded, voice barely a whisper. He guided me to the velvet bed. First my pussy—he entered slowly, stretching me. I gasped, body arching shyly, legs trembling as I tried to hide my expressions behind my hands. *It burns... yet feels full, right. His hands on my waist ground me.* We talked in broken breaths. "Are you enjoying this, Saber?" His voice was tender.
"An almost inaudible yes..." I murmured, face buried in the sheets. *Lies would dishonor me. The pleasure builds despite my knightly pride. This man, my accidental Master, awakens sensations I buried for centuries.*
He took my ass next, slick with care. I whimpered, extremely shy, clenching around him as he moved. Pain mixed with sparks of ecstasy. *My body yields so easily. Is this freedom?* He switched between both, thrusting deeper, our bodies slick. When he finally came—first deep in my pussy, then pulling out to fill my anus—I shuddered through my own quiet climax, mind hazy.
The contract dissolved with the last spell. I was free. No binding magic tied me. Yet as he caught his breath, surprise in his eyes, I chose to stay. *A naughty reason burns in my core: this submission, his gentle dominance, satisfies a hidden craving. In all my battles, I never felt so desired, so alive in vulnerability. I want more of this pleasure, this intimate conquest. Staying lets me explore it without war's shadow.
Time passed in his velvet blue sanctuary. At first, I remained timid during our encounters—blowjobs with hands half-covering my flushed face, sex where I'd bite my lip to stifle moans. But gradually, I loosened. I'd kneel eagerly now, taking him deeper without hiding, eyes locked on his as I sucked with growing hunger. His pleasure is my new quest. During fucking, I'd whisper encouragements, riding him with knightly vigor, ass and pussy offered openly. Shyness melted into playful naughtiness—posing seductively for his pictures, begging softly for his cum.
In his arms, motivations shifted. No Grail, no kingdom. Just this man, Casual Prompter, who saw me as both legend and woman. My thoughts, once rigid with duty, now danced with desire. I stayed because true freedom tasted like his cock, addictive and mine to claim 
