Now skin against skin, Gerard kissed her neck while he kept caressing her back, warming up her body.
His touch was unwelcome but not unpleasant, a conundrum that Rin couldn't quite figure. She wished it was Shirou doing that to her. It didn't help her sense of guilt nor the heat that was starting to build up in her body.
She pushed him back and covered her chest with her arms.
"What?" he asked.
"What have you done to me?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I'm talking about," she glared.
"I can guess, however you should know this has been my family's Craft for centuries now. One would suppose we have become fairly good at it by now."
"... You haven't been using Magecraft," she said, but a sliver of doubt slithered in her mind.
"Not yet," he confirmed. "I would appreciated if you didn't assume my Magecraft is all there is about me, thank you very much. "
"Mphf," she scoffed, reaching out for him and pulling into a kiss again while inwardly cursing herself a hundred times over. Another minute into their kissing and she was barely aware that her bra had been unlatched.
It didn't take long for them to stumble over the bed. Rin fell on the mattress, noticing only then that her skirt and his pants was already on the floor. She closed her legs. Gerard didn't bother, prying them open, going for her pantyhose instead and beginning rolling them down slowly.
Rin allowed him to go past her knees with them and they fell on the floor by the bed. She squeezed her eyes shut and pushed the tears back. She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't allow him to make her cry.
His breathing and his lips were on her neck, his hands rubbing her thighs. Goosebumps crawled over her skin and to her eternal damnation it wasn't because she hated it, even though she did.
His finger tugged her panties and she opened her eyes. He was looking at her with a very serious expression, an unspoken yet very clear request of permission in his eyes.
She hated him for being so civil, almost as much as she hated herself for nodding in agreement.
The last shred of modesty disappeared and she was naked before him.
He returned to kissing and caressing her body, never quite touching her breasts, while he crawled his way down her stomach and further down.
Damn him for not being a complete asshole. Damn him for making her feel like this.
Her guilt churned her stomach like a jagged blade.
His tongue pierced her warm folds far too gently and far too cruelly.
"H-..."
She bit down that moan. Every fiber of her soul rejected it, but her body didn't agree with her silent protests.
One minute of torture became five, then ten. She did not make a peep when the first moan washed over her, even if the way her hips buckled and her fingers dug into the mattress would have been a dead giveaway, had Gerard not been at the very epicenter of it with his face
He pulled up and leaned against her. She did not look at him in the eyes, even when something big and hot pushed against her stomach.
"I'm going in now," he said softly. She did not react. Not even when she felt the tip pushing at the entrance of that spot that wasn't meant for him.
But she did bit her lip when it pushed her open, finding little attrition thanks to his earlier ministrations and, much to her shame, her own arousal.
She wasn't a virgin, but slowly he was stretching her wider and more deeply than she ever had been. She didn't make a comparison. She most certainly did not make a comparison between him and the man she loved.
She was always very good at lying to herself.
Slowly, confidently, mercilessly, he begun thrusting back and forth. Short, slow stokes, that increased in depths and speed as time went by.
Her body was covered in sweat, small breast jiggling in rhythm with his thrusts, her hands clutching desperately and the bed's cover.
"Hmmm!"
Despite wishing otherwise, despite biting her lips almost to the point of drawing blood, despite the tears she had been futilely trying to hold back in, she moaned aloud.
It only made his thrusts more intense and more cruel.
"Aah- hn! Ah!"
Try as she might, her voice just couldn't stay down. Her back arched and her toes curled. She would not wrap her legs around him. She would not!
She could not control her body. Freezing in place was the best she could accomplish and even then it was a close thing.
His pace varied, sometimes slowing and at other times accelerating. He was gauging her reactions, testing her limit. More than once he brought her to the very edge only to let her down when she was almost there.
For the life of her, she would not ask for it any more than she already did.
It turned out there wasn't need for it.
"Rin!" he called out sharply and she knew it was the time. Both of their circuits flared alive and a moment after both of them climaxed.
"Kh-k!" she grunted. Pain, Mana and his seed flooded her body.
Again and again and again.
The combination of those sensations was second only to her shame. Not for the first time she had able to establish a connection with another Magus on the first try, and in this case they were both more experienced, but she loved Shirou and she had wanted him at the time.
Gerard wasn't the same and it was humiliating that she had been able to achieve the same results with him as she did with the man she loved.
'Am I too easy?'
They were both breathing heavily from the prolonged exertion. Neither said a word for a while as words would not have helped in any way.
"It's done," he said tersely after a while. She didn't respond and it wasn't needed. "Your Mana... is it replenished yet?"
"No."
Never in her life such a short word sounded so much like a death sentence.
There was no point in explaining what was needed to be done.
Despite all the inward cursing the room was soon filled with half suppressed moans.