Truth in the Teeth

“Hey. Hey, Artoria, you good?”

Gently, you pat her cheek as she blinks back to consciousness. She still looks pretty out of it, but hey, movement means being alive! 

Reassured by that sight, you twist around to talk to the rest of the team. “She’s waking up. Any of you guys can get one of the healing servants? She’s gonna need it.”

“Ritsuka…?”

You turn your attention back down, confident in the servants ability to drag Sanson over there. “I’m here, I’m here. You got hit by a weird blast of magic. Don’t worry, you’ll be okay.”

Artoria (Caster, she who chants, your bff) frowns slightly. She reaches up with an unsteady hand. You don’t really know what to expect- for her to touch your face, maybe? For her to take your hand?

She doesn’t do either of these things. Instead, she loops her arm around your neck.

“Ritsuka…” Well that is out of character for her. Did she want a hug? You’re happy to provide, but she’s never been big on public displays of affection before- “I want you.”

…….. Huh??

She seems to realize that her statement wasn’t quite clear, thankfully, because she whispers again before you can ask any question: “I want you in my mouth.”

What?

You open your mouth, a question already at the tip of your tongue-

violently, Artoria pulls you forward. You stumble and fall right on top of her. For a split second you’re worried about crushing her under your weight (a prevalent thought alongside “holy shit soft boobies” and “fucking hell she’s STRONG”) You feel her hot breath on your neck, and then-

“OUCH!”

-she bites your shoulder so hard you swear you can feel her canines piercing the fabric.

“Senpai!!” You struggle a bit in Artoria’s hold- until Mash walks in to forcefully pull you off her. “Senpai, are you alright??”

It’s nothing too bad, thankfully, but it stings. You clutch your shoulder and look back at Artoria, scowling. “Dude! What gives?!”

Artoria doesn’t respond. She sits up, gathering herself on the balls of her feet. She looks like an animal about to pounce like this; curled over herself, teeth bared, face slightly flushed, staring straight at you-

Oh. You know what’s wrong.

“Okay! Okay I got this. You can tell the gang we don’t need a doctor actually. I’ll deal with that.”

“Huh? But Senpai-”

But nothing. If you recognize the symptoms right, you know Artoria will be mortified once this gets out of her system. Homies don’t let their bros get embarrassing ailments registered to the Chaldea database. What’s the worst that can happen anyways, a couple bites? You can take it.

You grab Artoria by the armpit, and run to your room as fast as you can. You run because you don’t want any question, but also because you’re pretty sure Artoria will start biting again if you slow down too much.

You basically throw her inside your room, turning around to lock the door behind you. “Okay. Artoria, listen to me. I think you got hit by sex pollen-”

A hand closes around your collar, and you are suddenly yanked backward, before being tossed on your own bed.

“No fucking shit” Artoria honest to god growls, which is not a sound you expected frOH GOD SHE’S CLIMBING ON YOUR LAP. She grabs your arm, pulls back your sleeve, and suddenly bites your wrist. You make a pained noise as her fangs come dangerously close to breaking the skin. With a grunt, she lowers the pressure on your skin, performing instead some sort of gentle gnawing.

“Okay! Okay cool. Cool that you caught up on that.” You, uhm. Assume. That the biting is her way to stay calm and not jump anyone on sight? Which is, really cool! Because the last time sex pollen got in Chaldea, boy it was a mess. You. Wish her coping mechanism didn’t involve sitting right next to your dick, or putting her mouth all over you, but you can manage. You’re her homie. Homies don’t make it weird when their bros is in trouble. “So. Uhm. You should fuck it out. So if you could give me some names of people you’re down to fuck, so I can ask them if they’re willing, that’d be really cool- OUCH! ”

For some reason, she nips harder at that last sentence. Her mouth parts from your arm at last (oh fuck this is definitely going to bruise) (holy shit there’s a trail of saliva linking your arm to her mouth still) and she turns to glare at you. “You want to fuck me.”

This single sentence turns your blood to ice. “I- that’s not very relevant right-”

“ You want to fuck me. ” She grinds down on you for emphasis, her petite ass rubbing against your dick, and if you didn’t have a boner before you definitely have one now. “All the time. I can see it. You say you look nice today! and I hear you’re so attractive it makes me stupid. You say it’s okay to hold hands with a friend and I hear I want to eat you out until you scream. All the time! Half your sentences are filled with lust!! Do you know what it's like?? Do you know what it's like for me??”

Ah. You. Didn’t realize it was that obvious.  “I- I’m really sorry, I didn’t- FUCK!”

And she’s biting you again, on the middle of the arm this time. She gnaws her way to your elbow, then spits you out again. “You want to fuck me so bad it bleeds out of your every words, and you won’t do anything about it! Do you think I have to bend over that far anytime I pick something up?? I’m a servant!! I can turn into spirit form!! Do you think I could just get stuck in a wall by accident?? ”

Oh, uhm, you did think that incident was kind of weird- Hng! She nips at your ear this time, and though she is technically gentler than anywhere else these are still sensitive.

“But noooooo you’re just so irritatingly polite and kind and helpful. Even now I’m horny as hell and you’re still trying to suggest I get fucked by someone else. Are you stupid?? Is that it?? Is that the issue??”

Well this is certainly an enlightening conversation, but you must defend yourself however. “Hey! What did you want me to do, just pull my dick out without even asking?”

“ Yes! ” Okay huh what? “Or even just ask at all!! Are you so determined to deny your own desires when it’s inconvenient to others??”

“Okay first of all you could have asked too!” You don’t have fairy eyes!! How are you supposed to know what she wants?? Even if you did ask and even if she did say yes- how could you know if she truly meant it? This girl constantly says yes to stuff she hates doing-

Her palms land on your shoulders, and you tumble backward, suddenly forced on your back. Artoria looms over you on all four, teeth peeking out of her mouth, her entire attention directed at you, and in your entire life you have never felt more like a prey animal.

“You want me to ask? Fine.” Her index finger hooks at your collar, tugging on it. “I want to make you into my chew toy. I want you inside of me, and I don’t care if it’s your tongue, your fingers, or whatever you’ve got in your pants. I want to make you scream . I want to mark you all over and I want everyone in Chaldea to know that you may be their master, their friend, their lovers, but you are my pet.”

You squeak. Like a toy mouse.

Artoria leans down, dragging her teeth over the side of your neck. She’s going to eat you alive. She’s going to eat you alive, and you’re going to let her.

“Uhm. Then. Do you-”

“Ritsuka if you give me your consent right now I will ride you dry.”

It occurs to you, then, that her arms are trembling. It’s not fear. You know what fear looks like on her.

It’s restraint.

You swallow. Hard. Your arm stings where she bit you. She could mark you in so many more places.

“Well,” You tilt your head to the side, baring more of your neck. “I’m game if you are, Master. ”

You watch her pupils shrink into slit openings, her glamour slipping as her lust takes over. Then all you know is teeth .