You Don't Need Him

Author's Notes: yes good yuri

Sakura had taken Shirou choosing her sister pretty hard. It felt wrong to eat meals with him, even when she wasn't a third or fourth or even fifth wheel. She was happy for Rin, honest! It was just... it hurt so bad. There was many a night that Medusa cradled her master and comforted her until she fell asleep. Tonight was one of those nights. It hurt the servant to see such a sweet soul in such a state. She cherished the girl. If only she could convince her that she didn't need the Emiya boy.

Her hand cradled Sakura's chin before turning her face towards hers. Sakura blinked as a tear rolled down her cheek. Before she could ask what was wrong, Medusa stole her lips. The girl tensed in her embrace but quickly relaxed against her. Her soft breasts squished against Medusa's. Eagerly, she kissed her back. Their tongues ran against each other. Sakura was clumsy but enthusiastic. It made Medusa's heart flutter and her lips curl into a smirk. Gently, she lay her onto her back and fanned out her purple locks. Stars shone in Sakura's eyes as her ample chest rose and fell with every shaky breath.

"You don't need him," Medusa whispered. Her hands slipped Sakura's nightgown and panties aside. A finger swiped across her slick mound and forced a moan out of the young woman. "Be with me instead, Master." All Sakura could do was whimper and moan as her servant's fingers plunged in and out of her eager cunt. Arousal gushed around her fingers and dripped onto the sheets. Pants filled the warm and hazy air. Pleasure crackled across Sakura's nerves as Medusa attacked her sweetest of spots. Her eyes rolled back and her toes curled. Higher and higher, the pitch of her voice rang.

"R-Rider...!"

"Cum for me, Master."

Her thumb stroked her clit as her fingers caressed her sweet spot until finally, she came.

As the world around Sakura faded to lily white, she reached for her beloved Rider and pulled her into a needy kiss.