An Archer's Promise Chapter 73.5

A small lime scene of what happened behind the door in chapter 73. Couldn't add it last time due to time constraints, so I'm posting this here as a mini bonus chapter.

Still trying to figure out how and where I'll add this scene in chapter 73 without it being confusing... Probably gonna just add it at the bottom.

HUGE thanks to Shigiya for making this possible.

Gonna post chapter 74 in a few seconds/minute.

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(Earlier)


(Earlier)


"Get in here," Maia whispered, yanking Archer by the wrist.


The door clicked shut behind them as he steadied himself as Maia released her grip, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. The changing room was surprisingly spacious, with a plush chair in the corner and a small table where a bottle of wine sat uncorked. Despite that man's personality… at least he had good taste with the overall decor of the place.


"What exactly are you doing?" he asked, maintaining his composure despite the sight before him. 


The redheaded Princess Knight stood there in nothing but red laced string panties, sheer red stockings clinging to her thighs, held up by delicate garter belts. Of course, the woman was still not wearing a bra. The skimpy undergarments hugged her curves in ways that left little to the imagination, though she seemed displeased as she adjusted one of the garters that dug into her flesh.


"This is your fault," she accused, glaring at him while gesturing to where the fabric strained slightly against her hips. "All that delicious cooking you've been feeding me has made me gain weight. I can barely fit into my usual size anymore."


The Counter Guardian crossed his arms, refusing to be baited. "I fail to see how my culinary skills are to blame for your current predicament. If anything, it's your fault for having no self control in the first place."


"Don't play innocent," she retorted, turning to examine herself in the mirror. "Before you came along with your fancy recipes, perfect seasoning and handsome smug face, I could slip into anything. Now look at me!” 


Despite her complaints, the very slight additional curves that she was lamenting about did very little diminish her beauty. The slight snugness of the garments against her skin didn't detract from her appeal, quite the opposite.


And it wasn't not like her job as a mercenary won’t get rid of that extra weight in time.

"If you're fishing for compliments, you should know that's not my style," Archer said, though his eyes betrayed him with a quick sweep of her figure.


Maia caught his glance in the mirror and smirked. "I don't need compliments. I need you to help me decide if this is worth buying for us to use later." She reached for the wine bottle. "Lan always leaves refreshments for his special customers. Want some?"


"I'd rather keep a clear head," he replied, watching as she poured herself a glass. "And you should too, considering our situation. I don't trust that man, his intentions towards you are as clear as day… surely you're not that blind."


“The girl waved her hand, “He's a pervert but he's not that stupid to make such a mistake. Even if he tries something, I'll just beat him up.” She downed the bottle, guzzling down half of it like it was ale. "It’s a prissy drink, but it’s pretty good. Sure you don't want to try?"


The unusually strong stench of alcohol alone made his nose burn from a distance, "Positive. Now, if there's nothing else, I should step outside before your associate gets the wrong idea."


Maia stepped closer, the scent of wine on her breath mingling with her perfume that tickled his nose. "Oh, there's definitely something else. I need to know if these look good enough to be worth the gold. Turn around."


“Seriously?” 


“Come on! It's just a few seconds.”


Reluctantly, he complied, hearing the rustling of fabric behind him.


"You can look now," she said after a moment.

He turned to find her in a different ensemble—this one even more revealing than the last. A corset-like piece that pushed her breasts up, hugged her body while leaving her nipples exposed, the bright pink nubs as stiff, her bottom half barely covered with a high-hip T-back thong that hugged itself snugly against her lower region.


For what felt like the hundredth time, he had to wonder how these clothes exist in this time period. No different to a swimsuit or a thing that belonged in a fetish play… but then again, such arguments could also be made with several Heroic Spirits he met.


"This is ridiculous," Archer muttered, keeping his gaze on her eyes. "You don't need my opinion on… that."


"Come on, don't be such a prude," Maia teased, taking another sip of wine. The alcohol was clearly starting to affect her, a rosy flush spreading across her cheeks. "I value your input. Besides, you've seen me wearing less."


That was true, but the circumstances had been different then. 


"The quality looks fine," he said tersely. "You should get dressed."


"Fine? That’s it?" She pouted, then grinned, closing the distance between them. Her arms slid around his neck, her body pressing against his with deliberate ease. "I was hoping for a bit more... enthusiasm. Maybe something like, ‘Damn, Maia, you look good enough to eat’ or even a nice, ‘Turn around and let me see if that thong’s as flimsy as it looks’ before taking me atop every surface of this room. Come on, Emiya, you’re gonna make me think you don’t appreciate the view~"


She teased him by calling his name.


He noticed the change in Maia's demeanor immediately. Her face had grown increasingly flushed, a deep crimson spreading across her cheeks. As she pressed herself against him, he felt her bare nipples, hard as diamonds, grazing his chest through his shirt. Her breathing had become heavier, each exhale warm against his neck.


His eyes narrowed, darting to the wine bottle on the small table. "Maia, is that wine spiked with something?"


She shook her head, her red hair swaying with the movement. "Already checked before I took a sip. It's just regular wine, I promise. I'm not that careless." Her fingers traced patterns on his shoulder before sliding to his chest, her touch deliberate. "I know what you're thinking, but it's not that."


"Then why are you acting like this?" he asked, placing his hands on her shoulders to create some distance between them.


Maia looked up at him, her eyes hazy but determined. "Because I want you. Is it so hard for you to believe that I’m just horny because you're around? With all of the crazy shit that has been happening around us, despite all the times we’ve seen each other we hadn’t had a chance to fuck each other’s brains out since you left me at Geofu." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I want to feel your hands running down my body as you ram that big, hot, cock into me~ So what do you say? Wanna blow some steam off~?


"No," Archer replied flatly, his expression deadpan as he stared down at her.


"Come on! Why do you have to tease me like this?" Maia whined, pressing her nearly naked body against him more insistently, rubbing her breasts against his chest, hard nipples poking through his clothes. Her lips found his neck, trailing hot kisses up his jawline while her hand boldly slid down between them to cup his groin through his pants, palm rubbing insistently against it, trying to get a reaction from the Counter Guardian. "Don't act like you don't want this too, big guy. You got to be packing a lot of pent-up frustration down here since we last did it~"


Archer let out an annoyed sigh as she continued her assault, peppering his face with kisses that grew increasingly needy. The heat of her palm through his clothing was becoming difficult to ignore, especially as her fingers began to massage him with practiced skill of some that knows how to get some going.


"Fine," he said firmly, grasping her wrists in one swift motion. Before she could protest, he spun her around and pressed her against the wall, his body pinning hers from behind. "If we're doing this, we're doing it my way and quickly."


A shiver ran through Maia's body as his breath tickled her ear and how he was taking control. "Now that's more like it, big guy. Ready to fuck me up." she purred, arching her back to press her rear against him.


"Yeah. No. I’m not going to be doing that here," Archer growled, ignoring the woman’s constant teasing. Even more certain that there was something in that wine, while the girl was quite bold… she never went this far in such a scenario.


His free hand came down hard on her ass, the sharp smack echoing in the small changing room. Maia's body jerked forward, a loud moan escaping her lips as pleasure rippled through her.


"Keep still," he commanded, landing another firm slap on her other cheek.


"Make me," she challenged breathlessly, her skin flushing red where his hand had connected.


Archer gripped her hips, holding her in place as he moved his hands upward, sliding them around to cup her breasts through the corset. The material was thin enough that he could feel her hardened nipples pressing against his palms. He squeezed the soft mounds firmly, making her gasp.


Finding the stiff peaks with his fingers, he began to roll and tug at them through the fabric, applying just enough pressure to walk the line between pleasure and pain. Maia's body trembled against him, her breathing growing ragged as he continued his ministrations.


"Ah~!" Maia moaned loudly, unable to contain herself as he pinched particularly hard as he nibbled her ear.


"Maia-san!?" Lan's voice came from the other side of the door, accompanied by a hesitant knock.


Maia bit her lip, trying to suppress another moan as Archer continued toying with her sensitive nipples, refusing to relent despite the interruption. Her eyes glittered with mischief, planning to push the envelope.


"I-It's nothing! He's just helping me dress! Don't pull so hard~!" she called back, her voice deliberately breathy. The grin on her face made it clear she was enjoying this dangerous game.


Archer leaned in close to her ear. "You're playing with fire," he whispered, giving her nipple another firm tug that made her knees shake and claw against the wall.


"Maybe I like getting burned," she whispered back, grinding her ass against his hardening length. Looking upwards and pulling his head, her tongue invading his mouth with hunger. 


Archer hummed at that, and moved one hand to her pussy, moving the flimsy wet thong out of the way, before shoving several digits into her soak folds. Maia's moans were muffled thanks to Archer's other hand quickly moving to her mouth. Maia could only let him continue to play with her body, before he shoved some of his fingers in her mouth, the red head eagerly sucking on them. Maia moaned, words muffled by her still sucking on his fingers, sucking and slurping them.


Her desperate moans vibrated around his fingers as she sucked them hungrily, her eyes pleading with him as she ground her hips back against his hand. She released his fingers with a wet pop, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.


"Ah! Ah! Ah! Mmm~ Please," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper between slurps as she returned to sucking his digits, "just Ah! fuck me already." Her words came out garbled and needy as she writhed against him.

Archer shook his head firmly, though his own desire strained painfully against his trousers. 


"Not here," he said with finality, his voice low but unyielding. The thin walls and Lan's obvious eavesdropping made this far from ideal. He wouldn't give that man the satisfaction of hearing them. "This will have to do for now."


Frustrated but unwilling to lose what pleasure she was getting, Maia whimpered and pushed back harder against his hand. Archer responded by curling his fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her thighs tremble. He worked his fingers with practiced precision, his thumb circling her clit as his other hand continued teasing her nipples.


"You're making this too difficult," he whispered against her ear, feeling her body shudder as his fingers continued their rhythm inside her. The wetness coating his digits told him everything he needed to know about how turned on she is right now.


Maia whimpered around his fingers, her tongue swirling between them as she sucked harder, mimicking actions that made her intentions perfectly clear what else she wanted to do, but it did nothing to change his mind. When he finally withdrew them from her mouth, a thin strand of saliva connected them to her lips.


"Pleeeeeaaaaaassssssseeee," she slurred out, her voice barely audible. "I Ah! need you inside meeeeee. Or let me Mmm~ at least suck you off. I promise Ah! To do a Ah! Good job!"


"Not here," he replied firmly, though his own breathing had grown heavier. "This isn't the time or place. This is just to help you calm down."


Outside, they could hear Lan pacing nervously, occasionally pressing against the door. The man's desperation was almost palpable at how much he wanted to peek or be in Archer’s place. The guy was an open book to both of them.

Lan knocked on the door again, more insistently this time.


"Maia-san, is everything okay!?" His voice cracked through the door.


"J-Just trying on the other c-clothes!" Maia bit back a moan as her inner walls clenched around Archer's fingers when they hit just the right spot.


"I only handed you one piece of clothing!" Lan protested like a squealing pig, completely oblivious to the fact she'd grabbed more while he wasn't looking.


"Shut up, Lan! Your voice is ruining the mood!" Maia snapped, her breath hitching as Archer's thumb circled her clit with deliberate pressure. She pressed her forehead against the wall, struggling to keep her voice steady while pleasure coursed through her body.


"But—" Maia heard Lan say something else, but she stopped paying attention to him, more focused on Archer's fingers being placed back in her mouth, silencing her once more.


"We need to finish already," he told her, his other hand working faster between her legs, feeling her inner walls clench around his fingers. He curved them upward, finding the spot that made her entire body tense.

Her eyes widened, pupils dilated, body trembling, with pleasure as she gushed her pussy juices against his hand, her muffled cries vibrating against his fingers as she shook in his grip. Archer held her steady as the waves of pleasure coursed through her, not relenting until she sagged against him, spent.


When he finally withdrew his hand, but still held Maia up before she turned in his arms, her face flushed and satisfied. "You're cruel bastard," she murmured, though her smile betrayed her true feelings as she still had a messy evidence between her legs that showed that she enjoyed herself.


"And you're reckless," he countered, stepping back to create some distance between them now that she had calmed down.


Archer looked down at his wet fingers, still glistening with evidence of their encounter. Maia grabbed a nearby cloth, wiping herself clean before adjusting her undergarments with practiced ease. Her face still flushed from her climax, the room smelling slightly musky, she began gathering her clothes and the garments that she wore. Just as he was about to Trace something to clean his hand, Maia spoke up.


"Here. Let me help clean that up."


She stepped to him again, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she took his hand in hers. Without a word, she brought his fingers to her lips, her tongue darting out to lick away the remnants of their encounter. She sucked gently, her mouth warm and wet, before releasing them with a soft pop. Her grin was wicked as she met his gaze. "There. All nice and clean," she purred.


He looked at her silently, watching as she slipped back into her regular clothing with remarkable speed. The transformation from seductress to mercenary happened in moments—only the lingering flush on her cheeks betrayed what had occurred.


"I'm buying these," she declared, holding up the risqué garments. "For later."

The promise in her eyes made his throat tighten, but he maintained his composure. "If you insist."


A soft knock interrupted them. "Is everything alright in there?" Lan's voice carried through the door, tinged with suspicion and poorly disguised jealousy.


"Just finishing up," Maia called back, smoothing her hair. She gave Archer a wink before unlocking the door.


"Maia-san! I couldn't help but notice some garments that seemed to suit Archer's taste. If you would like, I can show them to you." 

Archer noticed the eager grin on Maia's face and held back a face palm.


"Hell yeah, I'm coming right out!"


"Quiet you!"


Maia didn’t seem to mind Archer’s annoyance, practically bounced with excitement at trying new clothes to tease him with, already moving toward the door to check out more clothes. Archer just shook his head.