Today, like most days, starts with me opening my eyes to find the adorable Astolfo not-so-adorably perched on my chest, waving his impressive cock back and forth in front of my face.
"Good morning, Master! It's time to have some fun, so let's get to work already!" he shouts out, his high-pitched voice so at odds with the undeniably masculine pillar that lies before me. I can even feel him shifting his hips, trying to find the most comfortable position.
Despite us being bonded as Master and Servant for a few years now, Astolfo continues to confuse me. Or, well, at least his way of thinking eludes me. He alternates between being a cute tease with not a care in the world, then turns around to become a sex-obsessed fiend with insatiable libido, then jumps into battle like some heroic knight from the history books. In fairness, Astolfo is definitely all of them, particularly the last seeing as how he's one of the famed Twelve Paladins of Charlemagne. Some of his fellow knights are even in Chaldea, but meeting them has only led me to believe that they're all crazy and Astolfo is just a little crazier. Heroic Spirits can be strange like that, where reality is even more unbelievable than fiction.
The question I should be concerned with at the moment is what to do about Astolfo's cock, still waving around the air. My eyes seem to follow it, attracted to it by some primal magnetism, despite whatever inner conflicts I have about being the Master of such an unapologetically lewd Servant; I mean, he seems to view himself as the one in charge between us instead of me! It's totally unfair that the Throne of Heroes gave this tiny trap of a holy knight a sword so mighty it couldn't be ignored.
"Come on, come on, ${character name}! We don't have all day, unless you really want to stay in. You know I'm always down for a couple rolls in the bed." Astolfo grins down at me, the promise of fun appearing like a twinkle in his eyes. I know he'll give up if I ask him, but could I really turn down a chance to care for my loyal Saber?