Fate/Adult: NTR Grail War!

Chapter 5: C5



*DING DING DING!*

"Ooohhh... Daaaamn..." The referee asked, "Artie, you want a few minutes between rounds to clean that up?"

"That won't be necessary," Saber answered, stepping back, "The marks of battle are nothing to be ashamed of."

"Suit yaself," The ref shrugged, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER OF ROUND ONE, VIA ATADA Y JALADA... ARTORIA PENDRAGON!"

Saber returned to her corner, resting against the ropes, her body dripping with Heracles's seed.

She narrowed her eyes as she stared down at the giant of a man, her muscles glistening with sex and cum, while Quetzalcoatl ensured that he would be able to continue the battle.

"That was an A-MEOW-ZING round, Archer!" The play-by-play commentator proclaimed, "It looked like he was going to tear her up like a scratching post, but she turned it back and made Greece's greatest hero spurt like a firehose. I've never SEEN so much milk in one place! What's he going to have to do to take her down in the second round?"

"He needs to keep his cool," Archer responded, "She may be a small woman, but she's resilient. He counted too much on his power. He also has to remember that this is, well, an erotic combat tournament. If he neglects eroticism, he'll be defeated easily."

"Do mew think he'll be able to make that switch?"

"Heracles is a great warrior," Archer answered solemnly, "He can make the change. But he's also been summoned as a berserker, so his mind is clouded. The question won't be if he can make it, it'll be if it's too late by the time he does."

"Expert advice as always, Archer!" The divine spirit concurred, "Well, let's see if he can make those adjustments, it's time to get back to the action!"

The referee had finished her between-round checks, and looked back and forth between the two competitors.

If it weren't for the type of fighting these two warriors were engaged in, it would have seemed obvious that Saber had been completely destroyed in the previous round, seed dripped from her face, her abs, her tits…

But the stern look in her eye made it clear that she hadn't been broken. Meanwhile in his corner, Heracles's chest rose and fell slightly harder than before. Aside from a few drops of cum on his cock, it was the only sign of the defeat he had suffered in the previous round.

The referee looked between them, making one last check with both competitors, before signalling for the bell to begin round two.

*DING DING*

At the sound of the bell, the Berserker charged forward once more, Saber having squared her stance to meet him. Just as the first time, she refused to try to roll away or escape the attack, preferring to stand and meet him, allow him to slam her backwards against the turnbuckle pads.

Both announces winced as her back hit them, but berserker was far from done with the noble woman. He had clearly absorbed at least one of Archer's pieces of advice between rounds…

He'd at least remembered it was an erotic battle, and rather than throwing his fists at her abs, he reached down, driving his fingers in between her lower lips.

"OH ME-WOW!" Jag-Warrior yelled, "Would you look at that! He clearly heard what you said about erotica!"

"But not what I said about needing to keep his focus," Archer responded, "He's attacking her just as wildly as he was before, he needs to be careful."

And that he was. His finger drove in and out of her cunt, deep inside her. With every forceful thrust of his hand into her clenching passage, thick juices spurted from between her lower lips.

As she started to squirm to try to get out of the corner, he raised his hand, pressing it against her throat. Instantly, her arms reached up to his wrist, trying to pull his hand from her neck.

Her slender fingers gripped his wrist, but it was clearly no use. She looked like she was trying to stop a hunk of out-of-control machinery, and the rapid, ceaseless pistoning of his fingers into her pussy only added to that image.

"I'm nya-t so sure about that, Archer!" Jaguar Warrior yelled, "Look at him go! It's hard to imagine that she's going to find her way out of this one any time soon!"

Archer didn't respond, only watched as the Berserker's relentless assault continued. Saber's hands slipped from his wrist for just a moment, and he leaned in harder, forcing her head and neck back against the turnbuckle pads, forcibly hiking her hips out closer to his body.

His assault was relentless, and she was fading by the second. After that first time, her hands continued to slip off of his forearm, no longer able to get anything resembling a grip.


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