Covenant (Fate/Grand Order X Reader)

Lack (Arthur Pendragon Alter | Saber)

Platinum blonde hair framed that perfectly sculpted face adorned with bright topaz eyes and a smile that you could lose yourself in. The altered King of Knights was truly a sight to behold, especially with the seemingly mysterious and dark allure he possessed unlike the True King of Knights.

Bottom line is, Althur ("Arthur Alter") Pendragon was ridiculously handsome.

"I need attention" Not unlike a boa constrictor, the king's arms slither around your body and pull you against a firm and broad chest.

He was also ridiculously childish.

"I seem to be experiencing a lack of affection lately..." You feel hot air being blown against the shell of your ear, shivers racing down your spine and goosebumps forming across your skin. "...And I'm wondering what caused such a shortage"

His already velvety smooth voice lowered even further, practically turning your legs into goo and making you drop to the floor had he not been holding on to you.

"...Well? I asked a question and I do believe I deserve an answer for such a grave crime being committed against me" There's a mischievous lilt to his voice, one most people wouldn't be able to pick up had they not been close to the king.

Keeping one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the male took your chin in his hand and turned your face to his. With barely an inch separating your faces, you could now feel the heat of his breath against your heated skin.

With how bold and intimate his actions were, it was honestly difficult to form any coherent thought. Once again you were silent, pupils blown wide as you stared at those pale lips of his that formed a roguish smirk that sent butterflies to your stomach and...other sorts of feelings you'd rather not mention in fear of embarrassment.

"I don't mind making the first move, if that's the problem. I find your reluctance to bestow upon me what I am due to be fetching even, because are you purposely trying to lead me in a game of cat and mouse? Or is this all just a bout of shyness? Either way..."

Althur's eyes became half-lidded, his smirk softening and yet losing none of its potency on your poor mortal heart.

"It simply makes me want you more"

You should have seen it coming, but somehow you didn't.

Lips pressed against your own, the man easily getting past your defenses and plundering your mouth without restraint. His tongue staked its claim within the cavern of your mouth, leaving no spot untouched before engaging in a heated dance with your own tongue.

The sound of tongues melding, lips sucking, and ragged breaths was the only thing you could hear. Your legs had given out long ago and now you were only held upright by the Saber, never once faltering as he supported your whole weight.

If you were going to die via oxygen deprivation like this, at this point you didn't really have any regrets anymore. You let yourself be swept up by the current of Althur's onslaught, having accepted your early grave by being kissed to death.

When he finally deemed you sufficiently deprived of oxygen, he pulled away and smiled that polite smile he always wore in front of the world.

"I assume we've come to an understanding then? Very good. I do hope we no longer experience such a shortage again or else I might be pushed to take...drastic measures"

Scratch that. He was also a damned tease.