Dark Side of the Moon

Shirou

As Shirou continued to make his simple meal, taking pleasure in the process of cooking even without his beloved wife there to assist him, he suddenly had a disconcerting feeling, one that made him feel that his life was in imminent danger. Reacting quickly, he put down the utensils he was holding and summoned up his twin swords. Turning around, he saw a large red crystal hanging in the air, his eyes widening as he suddenly heard the sound of the bounded field indicating an intruder, someone with hostile intent. Sending a mental signal, he activated the traps dotted around the house, shadow traps that would fire out spikes of shadow if anyone other than he or Sakura came close, and others which would trap anyone foolish enough to step on them. Then, just as he heard an apologetic voice call out, he dodged desperately to the side, doing his best to avoid the attack, even as he looked around to find the person who was assaulting him.

Valerie

Ah how commendable, to think that these Elves were so disciplined that they would assume such a brilliant formation. But before the Vampire King it would do no good, no it would be what spelled out their doom. For they were facing one who had braved the unknown and unlocked the final secret of indoor fighting. It was only something a master of unorthodox battle styles could ever hope to comprehend, and it would know shatter the minds of all these Elves.

Combined with the teaching bestowed upon her by the great master himself, the cherished flow of life would invigorate the wood, and flourish beyond even the limits of Elven craft. And with it's massive size their formation meant naught for she would sweep them all aside with a few swings of her newly brandished weapon.

These fools were now up against the sacred art of Tablekwondo.

Valerie's Lession

Certainly, none of them had expected Valerie to produce such a potent example of powerful improvisation with which to pummel them. It spoke admirably of a few of the most nimble of Highborne that they were able to leap over the first swing, or slide beneath the second, but the majority of commoners and those who had been further in the back and unable to properly perceive the threat were knocked into the well appointed walls and windows like chaff on the wind. The only ones who were unaffected stood still upon the upper levels, and finished weaving their Melodies of woe!

Valerie's position, or more pointedly her abominable furniture-weapon, were struck by a barrage of high powered elemental fury.

Sakura

Sakura chuckled. She stepped out of her magical panties and dropped them loosely on the floor, allowing her immense member to snap up to attention. She wrapped her hand around the base of it and felt the gentle throb of her heartbeat through the smooth skin. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, allowing her perky tits to be put onto full display for the delectable elven woman.

"Heh. I'm strong, no doubt, but she's definitely still on another level compared to me. I don't think she's even a little serious out there—probably just killing some time and teaching some sort of lesson to your progeny while I fuck your brains out."

Sakura grinned, reaching up and tweaking one of her nipples. The woman's bare body was a magnificent specimen of a bodybuilder. Each and every muscle had been lovingly and carefully trained and crafted to near-perfection, a state of affairs locked into place forever by her vampiric genes. The purple-haired second heir of the Edelfeldts sauntered on over to the elf sitting on the bed, before slapping the tip of her cock against Idril's forehead playfully. "So, how'd you do? Do you think the you now could beat her?"

As much as fucking and drinking from a full-blooded elf appealed to her, the greater part of Sakura's being would rather be wrestling this woman into submission first, fighting her with everything she had and defeating her in that manner first. This was like eating only the gravy on top of the mashed potatos, and ignoring what really made it delicious.

Idril

"Were she to combat my fellows in any true earnest, then I expect the building would already have been leveled by their whole hearted efforts to swallow her in the full measure of Highborne might. Most of them would die." Idril said as such with a subtle shrug to her shoulders, but her sight never left her 'opponent.'

The elven warrior's eyes fluttered a moment as she found herself struck by the sheer size of what Sakura was packing. She murmured something softly in her native tongue, sweet to Sakura's ears but beyond her ability to grasp. The purple-haired vampire could hear her taking a long, searching whiff of her, and her eyes crinkling immediately after. "The Great Teacher of a thousand years ago? That is an opponent I am confident I have surpassed. The one of now?"

She did not dignify the notion with further response. A calloused fingertip pressed it oh so slightly to the left so that she could see with both of her eyes. "When was the last time you washed this?"

Shirou

Normally, Shirou would have gone with Sakura to Columbia but, aware that she wanted to get him a gift and not having anything he needed himself, he had instead elected to remain home and take advantage of the spare time to perform a few chores around the house. Now, though, it was lunchtime and, as such, Shirou was making what was, by his standards, a simple lunch. Some Miso soup, along with some fried rice made with last night's leftovers. Yet, even as he cooked the basic meal, he was pondering what to cook for his wife on her return, the thought of providing the woman he loved with a delicious meal bringing a smile to his face.

Vega

"Hm. Very well, I'll allow it." He put a finger to his chin as if he had to think about what to do, but the truth was... his mind was already made ten minutes ago. With a dramatic snap of his fingers, he stepped forth - grabbing both their waists boldly as he began to step out of the restaurant. His curves almost seemed to pop out of his clothes, even next to the two new companions. But the devil's warmth was his to enjoy, he'd keep grabbing it greedily until his bones turned to coal.

A sly look turned to Nanako, shimmering like the stars. "Ah, I'll let you know though, the cat ears..."

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The doors to the massive clothes shop were opened with fantastic glamour as if he had waited for the entire (albeit short) walk just to deliver on the punchline.

"Are non-negotiable!"

It was a fantastic establishment, practically a castle, with crystal and silver lining its cool interior. It was perfectly air-conditioned. Too well.

Vega was clasping his shoulders theatrically, shivering with teeth chattering. "So how about we heat up the place a bit?" He was playing it quite cool for a man who looked like he'd get a chill.