The forest was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the moonlight filtering through the canopy overhead. Emiya Archer moved silently, his boots barely making a sound against the forest floor. His bow was slung over his shoulder, his gaze sharp and focused. He had been tracking her for hours—her. Raven Branwen, the notorious bandit who had eluded capture for far too long. Tonight, she'd made a mistake. Tonight, she was his.
He spotted her up ahead, leaning against a tree, her back to him. Even in the dim light, her figure was impossible to ignore. She was tall, her posture relaxed but alert, and her dark hair cascaded down her back in loose waves. She wore a tight-fitting outfit that clung to her curves, the fabric hugging her hips and accentuating the generous swell of her chest. Her breasts were full, straining against the leather of her corset, and he could see the way they rose and fell with each breath she took. Even from this distance, he could sense the confidence radiating off her—arrogance, even. It drew him in like a moth to a flame.
Archer stepped forward, his voice low and commanding. "You've been running long enough, Raven."
She turned, her lips curling into a smirk. Her eyes were sharp, glinting with mischief. "Archer," she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I didn't take you for a tracker. Did you get bored of playing hero?"
He didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he closed the distance between them, his gaze never leaving hers. "You've caused enough trouble. It's time to face the consequences."
Raven crossed her arms over her chest, her smirk widening. "And what if I don't feel like it? What are you going to do, archer? Fight me? Capture me? Or maybe…" She took a step closer, tilting her head as her gaze traveled down his body. "Do you have something else in mind?"
Archer's jaw tightened. He wasn't going to let her toy with him. In one swift motion, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer until their bodies were nearly touching. She gasped, her eyes widening for a fraction of a second before she masked it with a playful grin.
"Feisty," she teased, her voice softening. Her breath was warm against his skin, and he could smell the faint scent of leather and sweat mingling with hers. "I didn't think you had it in you."
He didn't respond. Instead, he leaned in, his free hand gripping her waist as he pressed her against the tree. She didn't struggle—if anything, she seemed to lean into it, her body brushing against his. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he could feel the way they shifted with every breath she took. He could see the challenge in her eyes, the defiance. She was testing him, pushing him to see how far he'd go.
And he'd had enough.
Archer's lips crashed against hers, the kiss hard and demanding. Raven's surprised gasp melted into a low moan as she kissed him back, her hands tangling in his hair. Her lips were soft, yielding, and he could taste the hint of something sweet on them—wine, maybe. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers, and she responded eagerly, her body arching into his.
Her breasts pressed against him, the heat of her body seeping through their clothes. He could feel the way her nipples hardened, and the thought sent a surge of desire coursing through him. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he looked down at her. Her lips were swollen, her chest heaving, and her eyes were dark with want.
"What's the matter, archer?" she purred, her voice husky. "Can't handle me?"
His grip on her waist tightened, and he leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're going to regret taunting me."
She shivered, her breath hitching as his hand slid down to cup her ass, pulling her even closer. Her hips ground against his, and he could feel the heat between her legs, even through the layers of fabric. She moaned softly, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
"Prove it," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Archer didn't need to be told twice. He spun her around, pinning her against the tree with her back to him. His hands roamed over her body, one sliding up to cup her breast while the other pressed against her hips. He squeezed her breast, feeling the weight of it in his hand, and she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. His thumb circled her nipple through the fabric of her corset, and she gasped, her hips bucking against him.
"Archer…" she breathed, her voice desperate. "Don't stop."
He didn't. His hands moved quickly, unfastening the clasps of her corset until it fell away, revealing her bare chest. Her breasts were perfect—full, soft, and begging for his touch. He cupped one in his hand, his thumb brushing over her nipple, and she whimpered, her body trembling with need.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his lips trailing down her neck. His other hand slid between her legs, his fingers brushing against the wetness there, and she moaned, her hips grinding against his hand.
"Please," she begged, her voice shaky. "Please, Archer…"
He didn't make her wait. His fingers slipped inside her, curling against her inner walls, and she cried out, her body arching into his touch. He worked her slowly, his thumb circling her clit as he kissed her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire along her skin.
"You're soaking wet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You want me that badly?"
"Yes," she gasped, her hands gripping his arm. "Fuck, yes."
He added another finger, stretching her, and she moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her nipples hard and begging for his attention. He leaned down, taking one in his mouth, and she cried out, her hips grinding against his hand.
"Archer, please," she begged, her voice desperate. "I need you… inside me."
He didn't need to be told twice. He withdrew his fingers, and she whimpered at the loss, but he didn't leave her waiting for long. He unfastened his pants, freeing his cock, and pressed the tip against her entrance. She gasped, her body trembling as he pushed into her slowly, inch by inch.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. "You're so big…"
He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her fully. She was tight, warm, and so fucking wet, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to lose himself in her. He moved slowly at first, letting her adjust to him, but she quickly began to match his rhythm, her hips grinding against his.
"Harder," she begged, her voice shaking. "Please, Archer… fuck me harder."
He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. Her breasts bounced with every movement, and he reached up to cup one, his thumb brushing over her nipple. She moaned, her body arching into his touch, and he could feel her clenching around him, her pleasure building.
"You're so fucking tight," he growled, his breath hot against her neck. "I'm not going to last…"
She whimpered, her hands gripping his arm. "Please," she begged, her voice desperate. "Fill me… I want you to come inside me."
Her words sent a surge of desire through him, and he groaned, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. She was close—he could feel it in the way her body tightened around him, in the way her breathing grew ragged. He reached down, his fingers brushing against her clit, and she cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure.
"Archer!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the forest as she came, her body trembling with the force of it.
He wasn't far behind. With a low groan, he thrust into her one last time, his release spilling inside her. She moaned, her body still trembling with aftershocks, and he held her close, his breathing ragged.
For a moment, they stayed like that, pressed together, their bodies still connected. Then Raven turned her head, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Looks like you taught me a lesson after all," she murmured, her voice sultry. "But next time… I'll be the one in control."
Archer smirked, his hands still gripping her hips. "I'll be waiting."