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Darkness slowly lost its dominion over the cloudless celestial sphere. The first rays of sun started to sneak behind mighty ancient mountains, painting the scenery in soft scarlet tones that would precede the coming of a new day. The Saber-class Servant contemplated this display just for her, undaunted from a window. Her green eyes did not see the breaking of dawn. Her mind was far away, drifting in memories. She observed the forest coming to life, bathed in light the colour of blood and remembered.
She remembered of a different daybreak, one as peaceful as the one unfolding at the moment. However, the scenery in her memories did not offer serenity of mind. She recalled the hilt of the sword she used to support herself. She remembered the pain. And above all, unlike the forest she oversaw from the window at one tower in the Einzbern state, the redness in her reminiscences remained everywhere she saw. It was the red of blood, shred mindlessly in the chaos of a battle, where she found her demise filled with regret; the lament of not having been able of defending her kingdom.
It would not happen again. She, Artoria Pendragon, was granted a new chance to make amends with herself. But said opportunity would only occur unless she emerged victorious from her current trial: the Grail War. Those who claimed the precious relic would be given the right to have a wish granted. From the moment her spirit did not pass to the other side, instead living on as a legend to be called in this bout, she decided she would put her best effort into obtaining the mysterious chalice. What would she ask for? The chance to be the King her people needed; one that in the end would be able to protect them and foresee the tragic downfall of her order of Knights.
Even so, the girl clad in a smart dark suit that would make her pose as a young man, took her eyes away from the wondrous scenery. Melancholy would not help her obtain her goal. Unfortunately, her main ally in the current War was not the one she would have longed for.
Speaking of the devil, a man with the tiredness of those who lack conviction and are filled with nothing but disillusion walked on the hall paying no heed to her presence. Artoria examined the figure of Kiritsugu Emiya incapable of understanding why would she be summoned as the Servant of one as him. Despite their goals being similar, the girl could not accept his methods: a victory without honour was empty and devoid of meaning.
Just as the tall man of scruffy appearance was about to pass near her without acknowledging her presence, he spoke in a monotonous voice.
“Today you will do as Iri tells you.” The cigarette in his stern lips dangled as he spoke. Artoria frowned at the order.
“I take you will have me and her wander around to attract attention while you ‘win the war’ from the shadows for us? I can’t accept your methods, not if it involves putting Miss Irisviel in danger. Have you no honour in you, Master?” The last word carried scorn that did not faze the man. He briefly glanced his lifeless eyes towards her.
“Honour does nothing if you are dead.” He replied before leaving a blonde girl alone with her digressive thoughts.

She ended up sighing. There was no point in arguing with her master. Even if their approaches clashed, they both wanted to obtain the Grail. And in spite of her Master’s personality, the Mistress insisted on him having a strong sense of justice that would always make him think of the higher good. Artoria found it hard to believe, but she dared less to disagree with such a pure being. Speaking of which, she decided it was time to greet her. Her dark shoes echoed in the halls from a castle that probably seemed out of place at the epoch she was summoned, but for the Servant, it made her feel at home and remember hers, back when she was alive.
Artoria finally faced the elegant doors leading to the Mistress’ chamber. She knocked it twice but obtained no answer.
“If you’ll excuse me.” She said with politeness capable of making the most efficient butler feel jealous. She bitterly thought how Sir Galahad would frown at her behaviour ‘not fit for a King’, while Sir Lancelot would grin amusedly. The hand that was about to grip the doorknob stopped a few inches from it. For some reason, thinking on the friend that betrayed her made her recall the Berserker Servant she faced during the current Grail War and shuddered.
Nonetheless, her gloomy thoughts were exchanged by the utmost devotion the moment she entered the rich chamber and her green eyes lay upon the person peacefully sleeping. Irisviel von Einzbern was dormant, her pliable lips heaved softly with her rhythmic breathings. Her beauty had no match. This meant a lot considering Artoria, as a Servant had seen wonders no mortal would ever dream of. And yet, they paled in comparison with the sleeping beauty in front of her. Seeing her renewed the King of Knight’s determination to protect such purity. If it depended on her, she would freeze time and allow her mind to be serene by seeing Irisviel peacefully rest.
Nonetheless, she had her orders. As usual, the lady and she were to walk aimlessly at Fuyuki Town in order to attract attention on them, by misleading their enemies into believe the silver-haired maiden was Saber’s Master. Something that would open a window for Kiritsugu to battle the war in ways Artoria did not want to know. It was a plan she did not like. Putting a being like the mistress in danger was an offence to her code of honour.
However, Irisviel seemed happy when they strode together in the crowded streets...How could Artoria deny this lone soul those moment of cheerfulness?
“Saber?” A sweet voice pronounced her pseudonym, using her real name was taboo, as her identity would give advantage to their enemies. “It’s time to wake up already?” Asked the woman looking at her with those red eyes Artoria could get lost within.
“It’s still a bit early; you can rest a while if you wish so.” Replied the blonde girl not wanting to disturb the peace of the lady, who smiled childishly in return.
“Don’t tempt me like that. If I stay five more minutes there’s no way of knowing if I’ll want to wake up before noon.” She elegantly took away the sheets and straightened her nimble back. “And there’s much to do. Where do you want to have breakfast today? I fancy something sweet, outside of the castle, for a change.” Said the woman expectantly for Artoria’s answer.
“I have no preferences. I am your sword and shield, my task is to protect you.” Replied the girl solemnly. This sincere statement did not cause the reaction she expected.
“Saber, you really need to loosen up a bit.” Commented Irisviel puffing her cheeks, a gesture that stole years away from her and gave her the look of a spoiled princess. “It’s fine to enjoy a bit. Kiritsugu and I already spoke this out and have a new order for you.” She added impishly.
“A new order?” This statement puzzled the Servant.
“Yes, today you are not anyone’s Servant. We are revoking that title from you.” She explained amused at the dazzled face Artoria was showing. “As long as no enemy appears, of course. But after the recent clash at the docks is very unlikely anybody will make a move this soon. So it’s fine, not to be a Servant today.”
“What will I be then?” Asked the intrigued Artoria.
“A girl.” Explained Irisviel beaming radiantly. “But not just any girl: you’ll be my friend.” She ignored Saber’s surprised look and studied her figure from head to toe. “Right after we have breakfast we are buying you some clothes. Even if you look like a cute bodyguard, that suit isn’t very feminine. Besides, doesn’t it need a good washing up? Then we will...” Artoria had a bad feeling at this unexpected caprice of the Mistress. However, she could not bring herself to disagree with her. As long as it made her happy, she would work hard to please her.
“A friend, huh? It’s been a while since I could be one.” She thought melancholically.

The day had been perfect. For starters, the patisserie she chose for breakfast was on spot. The delicatessens they were able to try there offered flavours and textures smooth to the taste that melted inside one’s mouth. It was endearing to see Saber pretend not to be specially touched by them, despite of her having seconds.
Later, as Irisviel had announced, they explored a department store in search of new clothes for Saber. No matter how different the outfits, everything seemed to fit the Servant. The white-haired homunculus could not stop bringing new attires for her to try. One in special looked good on her: a simple long-sleeved blouse accompanied with a long purple skirt, black nylons and high heels in the same colour. What a pity the girl declined wearing it in public (Irisviel bought it when the Servant was not looking all the same, ‘just in case’), instead she chose a plain white t-shirt, jeans and white sneakers with equally colourless socks. Not the fanciest of clothes but they would have to do while the suit was being cleaned. Besides, with it she at least looked like the girl she was. On her end, the woman purchased a long white dress trimmed in gold whose skirt opened in blue folds that reminded her of the dress she used to wear at the Einzbern castle in Europe.
Following this, it was lunchtime. And this time Saber could not hide her enthusiasm from Irisviel, who saw with glee the Servant devouring a plate of freshly made meat. The maiden had not seen such honest display of feelings from her and it pleased her to see the spark of enthusiasm in her eyes as she ate.
Once done, the duo had entered a cinema. Since Saber was indifferent to what the billboard had to offer, it was Irisviel’s task to pick a flick for them to watch. ‘Phantasmoon: the movie’ was the choice she ended up deciding. It was a bit goofy and childish of a movie, but the woman always found interesting the way non-magic users depicted magi. If only they knew...
And finally, the pair of young females spent what was left of the day in an arcade, playing all short of games. Much to Irisviel’s surprise, the blonde girl proved up being exceptionally skilled at any game where the player’s marksmanship was tested. It was interesting to say the least for a Saber-class Servant to use a gun with that accuracy.
Then, if the day had been perfect, if the two of them had spent a pleasant time without a worry, without the least of preoccupations like normal people, why was not Irisviel pleased? Even upon returning to the Einzbern state at Fuyuki, the source of the woman’s disapproval remained. She had feigned not to notice, but it was pointless to deny the obvious: despite her efforts of humouring the long-haired maiden, the Servant had not for an instant left her constant state of alert. Irisviel had not missed the way her green eyes were always paying attention to their surroundings as well as the stiffness in her shoulders; evidently expecting an attack that did not come.
Irisviel was enraged. That was the kind of behaviour she did not want in their day-off. However, the night had not fully come, there was still time to fix the situation, and she was determined to do so.
“Saber,” she said humming in the sweetest voice she had, “did you have fun today?” The Servant briefly nodded and gave her a polite smile.
“If you did, so did I.” Replied the girl.
“We should repeat this later. But...” she faked a yawn; a scheme to make Saber relax and be calmed was forming in her mind, “aren’t you a bit tired?”
“As a Servant I don’t get tired so easily.” Saber stopped at noticing the frown coming from Irisviel, she instantly realised that was not the correct answer expected from her. “But being on my feet all day has worn me off a bit.”
“Me too!” Said Irisviel cheerfully. “Why don’t we go to the living room, remove our shoes and sit down at the couch there? The floor is carpeted. It will be nice to walk around barefoot there. Don’t you think?” At the suggestion, the blonde averted her eyes shyly.
“I rather not.” She said politely but bluntly. This only sparked the woman’s interest, why would the girl decline such offer?
“Why is that?” Asked Irisviel once they reached the exquisitely decorated room. She bent her torso and began undoing the zippers in her long white boots, not losing sight of Saber’s awkward reaction to the non-transcendent action. But no words came from her mouth. One boot was out in a matter of seconds, Irisviel felt liberating the tact of her black nylons, a bit sweaty for her liking though, with the rug in the floor.
“Hmm, there’s nothing like this after a long day of walking around.” Said the woman a bit exaggeratedly as she removed the other shoe. Saber merely nodded in approval, but continued looking anywhere except at those nylon-clad svelte legs. It was evident the Servant needed an extra push.
“But it could be better...” Without uttering a word, she pulled at the nylons until two pale legs and equally white soles touched the floor. The fibbers in the carpet slightly tickled her sensitive skin, filling her with joy. The blond girl fought hard not to stare at the beauty of her creamy skin. “with my feet bare. C’mon, Saber, join me. I know! Why don’t we do our nails?” Suggested the homunculus wriggling toes that no mortal would not describe as divine.
“I rather not.” Replied Saber once more. Irisviel felt like puffing in annoyance, although she managed to take a hold of herself.
“Don’t be like that, always in tension and never relaxing. If you are like that people will say you are dull and boring, and we don’t want that, do we?” She asked blinking an eye. “C’mon. I’ll help you with your shoes while you just sit down at relax.” Irisviel sat over her knees, much in the Japanese fashion her husband had taught her once in front of the couch waiting for Servant to reply.
“I ra...”
“Not that again!” Irisviel blurted in the tone of an exasperated mother. “You are going to sit down, and going to remove your shoes and socks and you will not say anything. In fact because of how bland you are acting I’m going to rub your feet until you fall sleep. Today you are relaxing, even if that’s the last thing I do! Understood, lady?” Irisviel did not expect her motherly instincts coming forth. Would she talk like that to her Illyasviel when she misbehaved?
“But...” What Saber blushing? This was a new one for the woman.
“What is it?” Asked Irisviel tapping the couch in front of her with sharp crimson nails.
“After all this walking, my feet are likely sweaty. I don’t think it’s fitting for you to see them like that...” Replied the Servant lowly.
“Nonsense, so are mine and I don’t see anyone complaining. In fact, the more you have them inside those shoes the more sweaty they’ll be. Let them have a breather, shall we?” She tilted her head and smiled, knowing Saber was out of counterarguments to use.
The Servant sighed before taking a seat in front of her. Irisviel held the right ankle and pulled at the shoe slowly. As she did, Saber’s eyes observed the process with silent intensity; her lips were turned in a strange gesture that Irisviel could not translate.
Soon, the silhouette of a delicate foot appeared in front of her. Not enough though, the woman tenderly rolled the top of the sock, peeling it away as if she was unwrapping a Christmas present. As she revealed more of the skin, she was greeted with a limb of utter beauty both in shape and softness. The Servant did not lie, the skin was indeed a bit sweaty, but Irisviel did not mind, it added to its charm by making it more down-to-earth instead of an unreachable ideal. Finally, the toes were freed of their cotton prison and danced a waltz just for Irisviel to observe in awe, they were simply adorable, perfectly proportioned and delicately-looking in spite of the lack of polish at the nails. In fact it gave them a more natural look.
She left the shoe and sock aside, which they both emitted a faint cloud of heat from being worn all day without rest, and prepared to repeat the process with the left foot. Once she was done, she chuckled.
“What is it?” Asked a concerned blonde.
“Nothing, it’s just that I realised, I’m literally at a King’s feet.” Saber did not say anything; something seemed to be troubling her. Her eyes did not miss the faintest movement from the woman’s hands. “Anyway. Which one do you want me to start with?” She asked out of the blue.
“Pardon me?” Asked a nervous Saber.
“The foot rub, the massage, the pampering, the... I’m running out of synonyms...Which foot do you prefer?” Saber tried to pull her legs away, but Irisviel was faster and grabbed the left ankle first.
“I can’t accept that. My feet are not in a state for your hands to be dirtied with them and... Yehehehehee!!!” Saber broke into girlish giggling the very same moment Irisviel slid the tip of her index across a sole soft as butter. The slight layer of sweat provided no resistance to the motion, making the skin extra-slippery.
“Just as I thought. My intuition told me something was off. But I wasn’t expecting this: the King of Knights is ticklish!” Irisviel repeated the motion at the tender sole, loving the adorable jumping at the feeling taking over her usually calm attitude. “Oh my, you are the cutest thing ever! What will it happen if I tickle both your feet at the same time?” Without waiting for an answer and ignoring the girl’s pleading eyes, she let go of the ankles and had the palms of her two hands facing the wriggling soles of the Servant. Her fingers did not wait to skitter naughtily across the ever-soft sin. The girl squealed adorably in return.
“Pleheahahase. Stop it Miss Ihihirisviel. I might end up kicking yoohohohou!” Complained the Servant fighting to control her body reactions that were likely to become violent if the situation prolonged.
“Hmmm, they say that people become relaxed after a long session of tickling. Should we do that?” Teased Irisviel haughtily.
“Nohohoho! That’d be embaahaharassing!” Yelled the Servant earnestly.
“Can I rub your feet instead?” Asked the woman whose hands were capable of predicting the girl’s feet moving.
“Yehehehes! But no mohohohore tickling!” Said the blonde holding her stomach. Judging from the beads of perspiration over her forehead, the girl’s diaphragm would be hurting. However, from just that little of tickling... Irisviel took notice of this weakness their Servant had to later inform Kiritsugu about it. Despite how cute Saber was while tickled, it would be a problem if their enemies got word of it. She visualised the blonde tied in stocks while the soles of her adorable feet were desecrated with ticklish intent as she did nothing but laugh hysterically in protest and wondered how she would fare in a similar situation.

The day had been finally saved: Irisviel had achieved the goal she had decided to obtain. Saber was relaxing. The homunculus did not know for how long she had been pampering the heavenly feet of the Servant, nor was sure at first if she was doing a fine job. Nonetheless, she simply reminded one tender moment with Kiritsugu where the cold-looking man had treated her in a similar way, overfilling her with sensations of pleasure she worked hard to emulate in the soles that were given to her. The blonde closed her eyes moaning softly as her fingers travelled the unblemished anatomy of her feet. For a warrior like her, those feet were astoundingly soft and tender. Her hands rubbed effortlessly at the skin, obtaining soft purrs of delight as a reward.
It was hypnotic, to pamper those feet and see Saber’s cute reactions. She specially liked her toes wriggling like little cream caramels inviting her to have a taste at them. Which caused Irisviel to freeze in place: she did not understand why, but the urge of savouring those digits grew inside of her. The long-haired maiden recalled her husband doing the same to hers. They wriggled at the memory of the man’s incipient beard tickling her soles in the process. But that paled against the fire of passion that burned no sooner his tongue touched that sensitive part of her body. She wondered how it would feel to be the one offering that kind of feelings to other.
“Saber...” She said. Her mouth was dry with anticipation. “I just remembered: there’s a secret procedure at the Einzbern family to strengthen the bond with Servants. If you wish, I could do it right now. It’d give you an extra source of prana from me. Not much, but it’d be a useful insurance to have it at hand during a fight.” Irisviel could not believe the blatant lie she was making up. “As you know fluids carry magic from magus and it turns out saliva is one of the best catalysts. If applied to the soles of your feet which connect to your whole body it would make you a bit more powerful. What do you say?”
Saber became speechless; it was probably a shock for her to receive such sudden and bizarre offer right after having being able to relax thanks to Irisviel’s care on her feet.
“Are you asking me to let you lick my feet?” Asked the Servant taken aback at the peculiar request. “I... cannot accept someone like you staying so low. I think we should focus on the Grail War and stop this already.”
“You are doing it again. The day of not worrying isn’t over.” Retorted the woman. “You can’t relax for dear life and...” She shrugged her shoulders defeated. “I guess I’ll have to resort to this, even though I didn’t want to...”
Saber raised an eyebrow in concern.
“What are you talking about?” She asked unsure of what to expect of her interlocutor.
“There’s no other way. A Servant always on the edge might break. I’ll tell Kiritsugu to use a Command Seal on you. That way whenever we tell you to sit down and let me use this method you’d have to comply” At the mention of the Command Seal, Saber’s tension returned to her.
“You wouldn’t dare wasting it on something this absurd...” Said the girl sternly.
The Seal was the ultimate method of thaumaturgy and form of control the Master had over their Servant. Its power was such that any order given through it was absolute. If Irisviel convinced her husband to, they could order Saber to dress in a lion’s suit and she would be forced to do so, like it or not; that was the power of the Command Seal. It was frightening to think of the possibilities such tool could make fruition in the wrong hands. With a simple order, any Servant could become a heartless genocide no matter their nature. Due to this, their use was limited to three occasions; hence, the blond girl’s disapproval at Kiritsugu’s going to waste. Irisviel would not even dare propose a ridiculous thing to her husband as having their Servant allow her feet being licked when told. But she would maintain the rouse all the same.
After a tense moment of silence, Saber glanced sideways.
“Okay, but just this once.”

Artoria could not believe it would come to this: to have this woman she respected, kneeling at her feet, worshiping the soles of her dirty feet in unquestionable devotion. From the moment the maiden’s tongue ran across her right sole, leaving a trail of saliva behind, she felt a subsequent shiver traverse her back, from the place it lost its chaste name from the bottom of her neck. She held her breath once Irisviel opened her mouth. She felt the warm breath approaching her toes, which she could not help but to wriggle, just to have the moist embrace of her loving tongue. The King of Knights suppressed a light moan. She did not approve of this, but felt good. Was it really bad to have Irisviel answer the respect she professed over her in this unorthodox way? The other foot was gently grazed with a lone fingertip. It was an accusatory index that deemed it as irresistible for the woman. The punishment? As soon as its companion was thoroughly worshipped, it would be its turn.
As the Servant sat with her body bent, right leg raised at Irisviel’s eye-level. One thought came to her. If she accepted this situation the reason was simple: she knew Irisviel would not waste a Command Seal over a lie. After all, Artoria knew no such thing as prana transfer was possible by having one’s feet worshipped. She had been married with Guinevere when alive and ended up conceiving a son by unspoken means. The pleasures of the flesh were not unknown to her.

A commission that seemed as if it would never come for my brommissioner :iconanimesage8:, who asked for the lovely Irisviel Von Einzbern sharing an intimate moment with Saber/Artoria Pendragon, Japan's favorite blonde at the moment, both from "Fate/Zero".

Irisviel Von Einzbern, Saber/Artoria Pendragon and all of the characters mentioned are copyrighted by Type-moon.

Funfacts:
-This idea was conceived more than two years ago, right before the Fate craze started. But not only I was busy but AS8 asked for other commissions in the meantime.
-Wanted to finish this one on June the 25th, which is when "Fate/Grand Order" was out in English, but...
-Needless to say, I couldn't help but to add some references to my waifu, can you find them?
-During one streaming, my apprentice :iconconssolman22: made a joke about how the story should go. Well, I paraphrased his words and included them here. Who's having the final laugh here?
-Based on the references by Ufotable, I changed the colour of the lineart for the ladies' here hair and I like the result. More colourful and gives an ethereal look to Iri that suits her.
-For those asking, Saber's clothing appear in extra material. I'm not really sure, AS8 said he wanted this attire and I think it suits her.
-I know Saber's name has been translated as Altria. But as someone with basic knowledge on Japanese I refuse to use that name, I find it a terrible translation.
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LordZagreus's avatar

Artoria in the 5th Grail War: Shiro! Please do not misunderstand! I absolutely do not have that kind of preference!

Artoria in the 4th Grail War: Kneel before your King and Swear Fealty!