Chapter 4: C4
She seemed in control, but sweat clearly beaded on her brow as she rolled her hips and squeezed her inner muscles, abs tense against his cock.
She gripped the middle rope hard, "Come on, Heracles, take me if you can!" She held her legs tight together, and her words spurred the massive man to grip the ropes and begin to thrust.
Her mouth opened wide in pleasure as she felt him pound into her, lifted all the way off the ground, the middle rope occasionally knocked up above the top one from how high he pumped her up, but she kept her grip on the ropes, and his cock.
With every thrust, she was knocked in the air, and came crashing back down on his shaft, taking him to the hilt once more and squeezing tight on his stiff spear.
"She's putting that B-rank in Riding to the test!" Exclaimed Taiga, standing and pumping her own hips a bit in time to the man's thrusts, "Is she going to stay on-nya?"
"I don't think she needs to," Archer responded simply.
Once again, he was proved right, as Saber was bucked in the air with a powerful pump from Heracles's hips…
But rather than sliding back down to the base, she jumped off, landing delicately on her feet. Heracles's already thick shaft had seemed to swell even larger, and it glistened in the light, pre-orgasmic fluids streaming from the tip.
"My god," Jaguar Warrior commented softly, "Look what she just did to the Pillar of Purr-cules! I'd have to check, but I think that might be the biggest we've ever seen in the tournament. Quick, someone get me a record book, or at the very least a summoning cat-alyst!"
In the ring, Saber had turned to look the struggling man in the face. Sweat covered his body as he fought against an orgasm that seemed poised to leap from his cock at any moment.
Maddening pleasure rolled through him as she stepped up and gripped his shaft, and as a berserker that was not a term he would take lightly. He tried to step forward, but felt his arms yanked back.
There had been a purpose to her middle rope grip, and his arms were now locked behind him, leaving him helpless to defend himself as the gorgeous King of Knights stepped up close to him. Her right hand held his cock tight, while the left one reached up to massage against his pec.
"You put up a good fight, Heracles, but it's over, now. Surrender and enjoy it."
"NO, BERSERKER!" The voice of Illyasviel called out, "Throw her off!"
Heracles began to pump his hips, faster and harder, to try to throw her away, but there was only so much he could do. Saber gripped his cock tighter, but her eyes went to those of the woman on the Titantron.
"Very well," she answered, "This won't be the first lance I've had to break!"
With those words, she began to jerk his cock harder. His powerful thrusting and bucking worked against him, making the handjob even harder to handle.
Pre-cum dripped down the length of his massive shaft, over her hand as well, making both glisten in the bright lights of the stadium. His face contorted with the effort of resisting the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through him, veins sticking out on his forehead, sweat making him shine as well.
Every muscle in his massive body clenched tight to fight against his building orgasm, but he was only a man, and a man can only take so much. His shaft seemed to shake like an earthquake, swelling, spurting more pre than most men had cum.
His voice began to grow higher, before he let go with a mix between a roar of victory and a cry of defeat. His cock seemed to explode, and about seven or eight shots worth of cum spurting from his shaft in just the first burst.
The victor didn't end there, though, continuing her rapid rubbing up and down along his overwhelmed cock, as it fountained out sticky white seed.
The first four or five shots, each more than most men could hope to produce in a day, splattered out onto her body, staining her silky hair and rolling down her breasts.
Even the ever-talkative Jag-warrior was struck dumb by the sight of his orgasm. Even after the first powerful volleys he continued, cum rolling like lava from the tip of a volcano.
His orgasm continued for almost a minute, until Saber looked like the subject of a Bukkake photoshoot who'd just soaked her hand in a vat of yogurt. The whole arena seemed to have been struck dumb by the display. Even the ref took a moment to remember to call for the bell to end the match.