Fate/Sex Fight: Chapter 1 - Saber vs Berserker

The Fuyuki Memorial Sumo Hall was packed to the rafters, with mages coming from all over the world to witness the fifth ever Holy Grail Tournament. Eight 'servants,' heroic spirits from throughout history, had been summoned to the small japanese city for the epic battle, a single elimination tournament, that would pit eight of the most powerful individuals from history in one-on-one sex-wrestling matches.

The lights went down, and a spotlight shown on the center of the ring, where a tall blonde woman clad in some sort of Mezoamerican style costume stood. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" She announced, a hint of a mexican accent slipping into her voice as she spoke, "It is my honor to be here, to commence the greatest wrestling tournament there is, there was, and there ever will be!" She paused, giving a pleased with herself smile, and clearly waiting for applause that didn't come.

"So uncultured~" She teased, "Well, one way or another, if the royal rumble has taught me anything, it's that I need to reiterate the rules before every single competition, so as a reminder, the following contest is the first round in the Fifth Holy Grail Tournament. A contestant wins a round when they force their opponent to either orgasm, or submit. The first person to win two rounds, will win the match.

"And so..." She paused, and took a deep breath, "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS. First, making her way to the ring, representing the Emiya family... She is better known as the King of Knights, Ruler of all Anglia, The Once and Future King, and Artie to her friends. Standing at 5 feet one inches tall, and weighing in at 93 pounds. She is a one time grail-war contestant, counted as one of the nine worthies, and has been summoned in the Saber class. Her royal highness... ARTORIA... PENDRAGON!"

The sounds of "God Save the Queen" echoed through the arena, as the beautiful woman began to make her way to the ring. The matches were nude, by requirement, but contestants were still allowed a bit of flair when they entered, and she came clad in her floor-length blue ermine-lined robe... And nothing else, her full breasts and tight pussy on display for the crowd, as she took her place in the corner of the ring, staring back up the entranceway and waiting for her opponent.

"Hello everybody, and welcome to Fuyuki Hall!" The lead announcer, a young-looking woman in a full-body pair of tiger-themed pajamas declared, "I'm Lance-purr class divine spirit Jaguar Warrior, and I'm here tonight with distinguished Japanese native, Archer class spirit Em-"

"Archer," The man beside her interrupted, arms folded in his red coat, his white hair standing out bold against his dark skin "Just Archer."

"Gotcha, big boy. Well, whoever this handsome bowl of soft kibble is, he's here to provide expert color commentary on tonight's show."

The ring announcer continued, "And now, making his way to the ring, representing the von Einzbern family. He is the most iconic hero in all of ancient Greece. Hera's enemy, and Zeus's favored son. The slayer of the nemean lion, conqueror of the Amazons, and the only man ever to take Cerberus out of hell... Standing at 8 feet, 4 inches tall, and weighing in at 386 pounds... He is a member of the Argonauts and is making his Grail Tournament debut. Summoned as a Berserker, please welcome... HERACLES!"

The crowd gasped as the giant berserker began to make his entrance. While some Servants came accompanied by their masters, and others came on their own, he came accompanied by what appeared to be two maids, each one holding a chain that bound him, neck and arms.

"OH ME-WOW!" Proclaimed the redhead, pressing her hand to the crotch of her oversized tiger Kigurumi. "This guy looks big. I'd love to climb up HIS cat tree, if you know what I mean!"

"You have no idea how disturbing it is to hear you talk like that, Taiga," the dark-skinned man answered.

"Why not, ya jealous~?"

"Of which?"

"Which way do you swing?"

"Whichever one is away from you." He answered simply.

"Alright meow-ster snarky-pants, guess you don't want a hit of my catnip. Don't worry about that, I got plenty of amateur zoologists looking to do some up-close studying of Jaguar mating habits, I just wanted my co a-nyan-cer to get first shot at taming this wild cat. But the question does matter! You're in this tournament too, you big sexy Arch-purr. You care to tell us which of these contestants you're looking forward to playing cat and mouse with~?"

The red-clad man was silent for a moment before answering, "I have... Experience with Saber, from long ago. I know her techniques well enough now that I'm sure I can counter them."

"Mew think she'll win?"

"Against him? Easily."

"Well, I certainly hope so, for both our sakes! You can get a well-scouted opponent in the finals, and I can conduct a little 'exit inter-mew' with that berserker!"

"...Can you stop the cat puns?"

"NEV-PURR!"

The entrances were over, and the ring announcer, changed into a referee's shirt, had explained the rules to the contestants. Now the only thing left was for the bell to ring.

Which it did. And for a moment, nothing happened. Artoria stared her opponent down, then looked to the referee.

"I refuse to fight a bound opponent. If he is not released, I will have to yield."

The referee looked back to the berserker, and began to approach... When the lights went down, and a strange feminine laugh echo'd through the arena. The titantron-style screens flickered to life, revealing the face of a young woman with a sadistic smile. Long white hair flowed from under a black fur hat, but her figure was covered by a long purple coat.

"Is that who I think it is?" Archer asked in shock,

"It certainly is, the famous Illyasviel von Einzbern, the daughter of the previous tournament masters, Kiritsugu Emiya and Irisviel von Einzbern. And she's grown into the spitting image of her mother! She's certainly not a little girl anymore!" Jaguar Warrior added, leaning slightly on the wall that separated her and Archer from the audience.

[The front of the press box, what did you think I meant? - CS]

"Hi Saber. Miss me~?" The young woman giggled, "You know, as much fun as it'd be to accept the forfeit, I'm here for some fun. Leysritt! Sella! Release the chains... Let's let everyone see how a big strong man plays with little blonde dolls~"

At that, the two maids pulled the chains, and the collar, shackles, and bindings fell away from the massive berserker.

*DING DING DING!*

The bell rang as the chains hit the ground. He stared at his hands for only a moment, as if shocked to see that he'd been freed... Before letting out a stadium-shaking roar, and charging at Saber. The blonde woman braced herself to try to get out of the way, but it was no use. Heracles charged into her, slamming her back against the turnbuckle, and began to pound his fists into her body in what seemed a blind rage... Of course, he was a berserker, rage defined him. Rage, and power. His fists smashed into Saber's body, and the five foot warrior was bent double, drool falling from her lips as the giant smashed her.

"OH MY SELF!" Jaguar exclaimed, "And, er, KuKu of course!" She waved at the referee, "He's got no mercy on her! Are you still sure about your prediction, Emi...Eh, Meow?!" She quickly caught herself.

"Saber can take punishment..." He said, but it was hard to believe his confidence, as bruises began to form on the helpless woman's body. Her abdominal muscles were well-defined, it was understandable how she had managed to masquerade as a man, but that didn't mean that they were invulnerable... If anything, the power in her body just made her beating look all the more vicious.

His fists continued to rain blows into her midsection, blow after blow, slam after slam, until her eyes began to roll back into the back of her head.

"THAT'S ENOUGH BERSERKER!" The voice rang out again, the command caused the man torturing Saber to step back, letting her collapse to the ground.

The slender blond woman fell to her hands and knees, coughing, a bit of blood coming from her lips. Bruises spotted her abs, her breasts, even a few on her cheeks. Heracles had not been merciful to her, and her exhaustion was clear. Her chest heaved as she fought for breath, and tears seemed to well up in her eyes... Not of humiliation, but frustration, at how easily she was being overpowered.

"And it looks like 'Zerker's not done playing with his food~!" The announcer called, and it was the only warning Saber got before the giant reached down, and wrapped his arms around hers, pulling back. In one mighty pull, Saber was suddenly dangling in his grasp, her legs hanging low around his knees. The massive man had locked her in a brutal full nelson hold, and was beginning to twist and shake, throwing her around like a dog. Archer winced at the sight of her suffering. In his years serving the counterforce, Archer had gained intimate knowledge of the human body... And he knew just how brutal that hold was.

"A SWINGING FULL NYA-LSON!" the eager play-by-play commentator yelled, "What a move, but can it make her tap?!"

"It'll make her die if she doesn't..." Archer answered solemnly, "The pressure on the back of the neck can snap the spine."

"ME-WOW! That sounds like it'd hurt! She better submit before Kuku has to figure out if that counts as an automatic bye on the next round!"

Archer didn't answer, he just watched Saber as she was twisted and shaken by the mighty man. Tears were forming in her eyes now, from the agony and the humiliation of defeat, but the King of Knights had never backed down from a fight, nor had she submitted, even for her own good. He didn't know how, but he was sure she wouldn't break. Staring at her, though, from her teary-eyed face, to her flailing legs, to her bruise-mottled abs, it seemed like this fight would be over almost before it began...

And then, those bruise-mottled abs contracted, and she brought her legs high into the air, her whole body swinging now, making the hold look that much more brutal.

"What a BEAST!" Jaguar Warrior yelled, "He's showing her no mercy. I hope he can keep that energy up after the match!"

"I think you're underestimating her."

"Her whole body's flailing! I don't have to be a cat to know when someone's just batting a new toy ar-OH MY SELF!" She interrupted herself, and Archer gave a small smirk as the blond woman brought her own legs down at the perfect point. Her thighs nestled around his cock, and the berserker's mouth hung open in shock and pleasure. Saber's legs closed tighter on that shaft, her thighs pushing in on the sides of his massive cock. It stiffened out farther, until she looked like a young blonde witch riding the world's most erotic broomstick. What little sanity the berserker had left was dedicated almost entirely to his efforts to keep control of her. It was no easy feat, though... A soft pair of thighs would feel good to fuck, but the prominent muscles on Saber's body meant that this wasn't just soft and pleasant, but he got to feel an unusual wired texture. Even Archer couldn't help getting aroused as he saw the veins and muscles in her legs stand out, as she repeatedly flexed and pulsed on his shaft.

As he struggled, she looked back, and saw the exertion on his face. Her brow furrowed, she cocked her hips forward just a bit, and then forced herself down. Her dripping cunny swallowed his massive cock whole, taking him all the way to the hilt, her hands slipped his grasp and her feet touched the ground. The look of shock on the massive man's face once she took his foot-long shaft all the way in her was glorious to behold. It wasn't only his height that was of shocking size, it seemed, the lock of bliss and shock on his face was a clear sign of a man who'd never been fully engulfed before... And was struggling to deal with a new sensation pressed flat to his balls.

"BY KUKU'S RING-WORN MASK COLLECTION!" The cat-woman commentator exclaimed, "What a reversal! She just slipped down and turned that full-nelson into a heavy-duty intercrural attack... And then she took it even further! She has him locked up with her pussy now, and that cat wants milk!"

"She's powerful, but Heracles is no ordinary berserker," Archer added, "He's got more focus than he looks, it won't be easy for her to work him off."

"Trust me Archer, when a kittycat's thirsty for milk, no man can deny her~"

"I'd like to think that, but I just can't be sure. "

"Wanna find meow-t?"

He didn't even dignify her comment with a response, and let the action in the ring speak for itself. And it was certainly speaking loud, as Saber began to back up. It wasn't easy to control such a massive man, but most vehicles will maneuver smooth enough if you get a good grip on the joystick, and right now she had one good enough to fly a fighter jet wrapped aroud his throbbing shaft.

"You're smart for a Berserker," Artoria commented, pressing her back to his chest as she pinned him in to the ropes, letting him feel the power in her body, "It'll be an honor to coat myself in your submission."

"GRAAHHHHHH!" Berserkers were not famous for their eloquence, but it would have been hard for any man to be eloquent with a crushingly tight pussy like Artoria's pulsing along his shaft. Even the fans several rows back could see the individual striations on the muscles of her abs push out as she clenched herself tight around his cock. 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.

*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, the sweat of his arm and the cum that she'd let stay on her hands had grown too slippery, and in her weakened state, it was like trying to grip onto a flopping fish with mittens. Drool fell from her upper lips and her lower, a sign of how badly the Berserker's all-out attack on her body and sex was effecting her.

"It looks like he didn't need that subtlety after-all, if he keeps it up, this round will be a total blowout!"

Archer's response was a low growl, eyes narrowed as he watched Heracles continue to destroy Artoria's resistance. A commentator wasn't supposed to show favoritism, but he couldn't help letting his frustration in watching her destruction shine through. He may not have wanted to admit it, but Jag had a point... Subtlety and tact was all well and good, but it seemed almost impossible for anyone to come back from the brutal cuntfucking that Heracles gave her. His alone were the size of most men's cocks, and he held nothing back as he worked the blond warrior over.

Now the look on her face matched the rest of her body, the cum looking less like a mark of victory, and more like he had pre-emptively marked his conquest. Her eyes rolled back and tongue lolled out of her mouth, saliva falling and mixing with the seed on her breasts. Every pump of his hand between her legs drove her closer and closer to destruction. Her arms fell limply at her sides, and her face began to turn purple. Her hips bucked up to meet his hand every time it pumped forward, as if begging for more. The look in her eyes was a perfect mix of defeat and arousal, the sign of a combatant losing all thought of why they'd come here, in favor of just basking in the sensations. His enhanced eyes let him see the undeniable signs of a woman close to orgasm, lower lips seeming to clench tight and suckle on his fingers. With her face purple from lack of oxygen and her pussy soaked with arousal, the only question that remained was whether she would pass out or cum first.

"This one has to be over!" Jaguar Warrior yelled, "He may nya-t have found subtlety, but it looks like he doesn't need it!"

"Hrrrg...." Archer's frustration boiled over, "COME ON SABER! GET OUT OF THERE!"

It was an unusually emotional outburst from the normally reserved color commentator. It was unclear whether it was his faith in her, or just a last-gasp second wind refusal to go down easily that spurred Saber's final attempt at resistance. To the shock of all, seemingly even her, she found the strength to raise her legs, and brace her feet against the abdominal muscles of the overwhelmingly powerful berserker.

He looked down at her for a split second, as if unable to believe his eyes, before she braced her back on the corner, and gave one last, powerful thrust that sent her would-be conqueror stumbling back towards the center of the ring. He fell to one knee to regain his balance, and she fell to both, clutching her throat, gagging and coughing, saliva and excess seed from the last round staining the ground in front of her.

"It looks like I spoke too soon!" Jag-Warrior yelled, trying to smoothly move past Archer's outburst, "Curse of the Cat-mentator I'm afraid. It looks like she's found a second wind after all, and I thought I was the one with nine lives!" She paused for a second, "Of course he has 12," she added, "So she might be in trouble!"

"She can get out of it," Archer said firmly, "She just needs to get a moment to recover."

Saber reached out, her hand clasping onto the middle rope as she began to pull herself to her feet. Her face was still flush, her thighs wet, but she was still in the ring with a wild berserker, and she couldn't afford to stay down until she felt at full strength... She just needed a moment...

But it seemed that a moment was something the Berserker was determined to deny her. On one knee and clutching the ropes, she was in an even rougher position to dodge than before, and despite his madness, it looked like that may have been exactly what he was counting on. He charged forward at full speed, footsteps shaking the arena, trying to drive his shoulder down, reach out around her midsection, and crush her to the ringpost with his weight.

She hadn't ruled a kingdom, though, by being unable to think on her feet. Rather than trying to duck down and roll the way her arm was pulling her, she tensed and pushed, using the tension of the rope to push her away from the corner and let her roll out of the way of the charge. The giant of a man crashed into the ringpost.

"ME-WOW!" Yelled the announcer again, "Look at that, he just dented the post!"

And she was right. Flesh had met metal and metal had lost, and now the corner post had a noticeable dent from the Berserker's charge. That level of impact had stunned even him, if only for a moment... But fueled by pure adrenaline and desperation, that moment was all that Saber needed. Before Berserker had time to react, she was behind him, arm around his hip and grasping his cock. It was a powerful attack, for sure, and his shaft stiffened, but she was clearly worse for wear... Barely able to stand, seemingly leaning against his shoulder.

"He better have prepared between rounds, he has to remember what happened the last time she got her hands on him."

"He may not remember, but his cock looks like it does! His cock looks as eager as a cat with a bowl of milk... Which is good, 'cause milk is just what she's looking to get out of it!"

She did have a good grip on his shaft, that much was clear. She squeezed tight, her hand pumping up and down him, but she was far from being at full strength, and even more dangerous, clearly close to orgasm. Even as she started to take control of the match, her knees still looked unsteady, her pussy dripped enough nectar that it looked like she was cumming already... Only the mystic eyes of the referee and more attuned mages let anyone watching know she wasn't out of the match QUITE yet.

Berserker struggled against her grasp, his shaft swelling in her hand... He tried to reach back for her, perhaps to strike or to grab between her legs, but the best he managed was a light touch to her hip. She was so close to cumming, that even that seemed to be enough to make her shake, and she reached around to grip his cock with both hands, trying to speed up her attack and end the match before he got her any closer to defeat... A few more shots, and she'd be finished.

"What a purr-fect counter, Saber's found her way out of another tight jam!"

"She always does," Archer agreed, "But this isn't ever."

"Even if it was, she has another round! I'd burn one of my nine lives to cum if I was that close for that long!"

That drive to keep fighting, even when all seemed lost, was what had made Artoria such a great king in the past, and such a dangerous opponent today. She refused to give in, and even as she seemed to need to repeatedly clench and release her kegel muscles to keep from going over the edge, she continued to pump that cock, until pre dripped from the tip once again.

Realizing the danger he was in, Berserker roared and stepped back, trying to throw Saber off, but she held on like a lamprey eel. As he stepped back, she twisted to the side, overbalancing them both and sending him to the ground on his hands and knees. Her own lack of balance seemed to save her, this time, as rather than twisting and throwing him, she came down with him, her head pressed to his back, kneeling beside him, one arm reaching under his body and working over his cock like a milkmaid with a cow.

"She's on him! She looks as primed to blow as I've ever seen a fighter, but she just keeps going!"

"No cat puns on that one, Jag-warrior?"

"Some things are just TOO IMPORTANT, Arch-purr! This match is coming down to the wire!"

It certainly seemed like it was, but even so, Saber barely seemed to be doing any better than at the start. Heracles's initial attack had been effective, and while she may have escaped it, the effects would linger throughout the round, and she was just lucky there wouldn't be a round two if she managed to survive it. Desperate for any better control of her foe, Saber reached out and gripped his hair in her hand, yanking his head back.

It was a strong, controlling move... And a mistake. That little bit of height from her yanking, that slight reposition, was all Berserker needed to get his arms in a position to strike back. With his own cock starting to struggle, he reached back, and drove the flat of his hand against her pussy, before reaching up to pinch her clit.

"NNGGGGFF~!" She cried out, stopping her jerking for a moment, and biting her bottom lip. Her cheeks flushed as the pleasure grew in her body, and more juices stained her legs. Without even removing her hand from his shaft, her hips began to buck. One pump, then two, then, abs clenching and unclenching, until...

"OH MY SELF!" Yelled Jag-Warrior, "She's STILL holding back! I don't get that horny when I'm in heat, and she's trying to ride it out and crush the orgasm back down still!"

And it looked like she was succeeding. Soaked as her thighs had become, there had still been no great release. She gave the referee a brief nod, and the ref waved a sign of 'No Orgasm' to the time-keeper. The audience gasped, some cheered... And the Berserker growled.

He brought his hand back, preparing to deliver another strike that would surely end her resistance... But as he struck out, she leaped from her knees, and as she did, used her grip on his hair to pull herself forward, and readjust her grip from strangling his cock to his neck. Her arms cinched tight around his throat, her small muscles bulged from the exertion, and she locked the hold in.

Her leap hadn't just been a dodge, as she landed firm on the man's back. Her pussy practically delivering the spank he'd been aiming for to itself, with the assistance of gravity and his powerful back muscles, and her hips pumped, but the referee waved 'no orgasm' again, and the match continued.

The Berserker roared in frustration, pulling himself up to his knees - Taller than the average man even like that - And flexed every muscle in his body as he tried to throw her off. She kept herself locked in, pulling his head up next to hers, and when the roar finished, she cinched tighter, making sure the choke would start in full with his lungs empty, making it that much more punishing to try to handle.

He reached up for her arms, but the same sweat and cum that had hindered her efforts to stop his choke now worked against him. His hands slipped off her cum-coated forearms, and her muscles pulled his too tight to his neck to get a full grip. She was playing a dangerous game, but it seemed like the only one left she could win. He grasped for her, but there was nothing to grasp onto. If anything the size advantage now favored her, her arms too small for his huge hands to grip.

"She's latched onto him like she's avoiding a vet visit!" Jag-warrior yelled.

It was an odd comparison, but the desperation fit. Saber's flushed cheeks and clenched-shut eyes made it clear that she was still suffering from the initial assault, and even now one too-firm touch would send her over the edge to an orgasm. She needed him to go down.

Rather than down, though, he went up. The giant of a man seemingly jumped to his feet, dragging Saber off the ground. Her shoulders and biceps bulged, striated muscle standing out against pale flesh, as she held herself in the air and clutched tight with only her arms on the man's neck.

"Move over, Sassy, the 'Hang in there!' poster just got a new face!" Jag-warrior yelled, seemingly the only one in the whole arena not too absorbed by the contest to speak.

Heracles's arm went to his throat, and he tried to pull her off, but she still held too close a grip. The look on his face made it clear that he would be growling if she would give him the air for it. He began to shake his head and neck, twisting his back like a wild horse trying to shake an unwelcome rider. The force send Saber's whole body careening back and forth.

From the chest down she looked like a ragdoll, but STILL her grip held true. Even so, it would loosen if he kept this up, not even the King of Knights could ride such a furious steed forever.

As he bucked her to the right, she opened her legs wide... And as he tried to twist and throw her back to the left, she cinched them tight halfway through the swing. She'd managed a move like that, admittedly in somehow less dire circumstances, on a cock in the first round... With the whole torso to aim for, it was a simple matter to lock herself on tight. Now the might of her legs was added to that of her arms, her abs tensed, eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched tight and biting her lower lip so hard blood began to drip from her mouth for the second time in the fight. There was not a muscle in her body not dedicated to either forcing her opponent's submission, or delaying her own.

The full force of her body coming in at once at his torso, rather than just being swung and pulling on his neck, nearly overbalanced the berserker. He stumbled to the side, and his hand gripped the ring rope for balance. The ref waved off the potential rope break, no easy escapes in the Grail Tournament. Berserker turned his head to try to get a good look at his foe. Her face was buried so close to his cheek that he couldn't see, but he had higher priorities. His efforts had sent him near the center of the ring, and he couldn't deny that he was beginning to fade.

He reached back, his hands gripping her hair, and tried to lean forward and throw her down hard off of his shoulder. Her thighs tensed and squeezed his abs, she wouldn't budge. He tried again, but it was like her body had melded to his. Even in his wild state, he knew he was too far from the ringposts to make it normally, and tried a repeat of a trick she had used earlier in the match, leaning on a rope and trying to push off for extra momentum.

His mighty arm bulged as he tried to use that rebound to get more easily to the corner. He took one step, then two, and then a third, but his legs gave out and he fell back to his knees. The impact of the collapse made the arena shake once again, and the crowd gasped as he resumed his desperation efforts to pull her arms from his throat.

With her balance regained and every muscle tensed, the two warriors seemed to be relying on each-other for support, both fighters so exhausted they could barely function. A few seconds later, his hands were at his sides, and his last efforts came from the tensing of his neck muscles in a desperate attempt to stop the crushing of his airway. Quetzalcoatl watched as his shoulders seemed to slump, and while he remained upright, it seemed to have come as much from her grip as it did from his muscles.

Experimentally, the referee raised one arm, and it fell limp.

1!

She tried again, and his arm fell once more.

2!

She tried a third time... And once again, nothing stopped his arm's descent.

*DING DING DING!*

She signaled the end of the match to the timekeeper as Saber released the grip on his throat, but with the thing she'd relied on for balance now gone, she fell to the ground across his back, as Quetzalcoatl made the official announcement.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of round two and advancing to the next round via rear naked choke... ARTORIA PENDRAGON!

The ref gestured to Artoria... Only to see her on the ground, no longer clutching Heracles's neck, now squeezing on his shoulders, her body as tensed as before. Quetzalcoatl looked down at her.

"Uhh... Artie? You wanna get up?"

Her face still flush, she looked up, and nodded at the ref, and reached out for help standing. Quetzalcoatl grabbed her hand, helping her to her feet... But as she did, Saber's clit brushed over the firm muscles of Heracles's back.

"AHHHH~!!!" She cried out, her knees shook, and she fell back down, straddling his back and uncontrollably humping as juices gushed from her pussy. She rode his back like a high-priced callgirl, pumping her hips and getting herself off along his muscles, coating his body with what was only a fraction, but a significant one, of the juice he had sprayed over hers. After nearly a minute of screaming orgasm, she collapsed, head resting on the giant's shoulder blades. Quetzalcoatl brought the microphone to her lips again.

"Well, uh... Looks like she's starting her after-match celebrating early, folks!" The comment was accompanied by appreciative laughter, "Hard not to, after a match like that."

"And what a match it was," The redheaded announcer turned in her seat, smiling to the crystal ball that was being used to broadcast the match around the world, "I wasn't sure how that one would end until I heard the bell, and after that display, it looks like she was just a whisker-width from losing. I'm STILL Nya-t sure that she'd have pulled it out if Kuku had started checking his arms a second later!"

"It was certainly close," Archer agreed, "But if there's one thing I've learned about Saber in the time I've known her, it's that she'll never back down. In a contest where winning is a matter of willpower, I'll never doubt her ability."

"Sure sounded like you did for a moment there, tomcat," She smirked, "When you say 'known her,' is that personal or biblical?"

"I'll say we trained together if that's what you're asking," he saw the look in her eyes as she began to speak, "And if it's not, I won't answer. She's just someone I knew way back. Anything else is between me, her, and nobody else."

"If you insist, but you should know, I'm taking that as a yes. On that topic, you got the match result you were hoping for, even if maybe not the way you were hoping, and our next little catfight is going to be Medea vs Gilgamesh. Do you have any predictions?"

"It's hard to know for sure, but I'm hoping for Gil to pull out the victory."

"Really! I did nya-t expect that answer, considering your shared class. You hoping that gives you an advantage?"

"No. I just want to see the look on his face when Saber crushes him like the arrogant little punk he is."

"Me-WOW! Save the dirty talk for YOUR opponent, mister, we don't want any backstage brawls tonight!" She smiled at the crystal ball, "Well, that's all for now, but like a meowing cat at 1 AM, we'll be back before start to miss us. For the mysterious Mr. Grumpypants here, I'm Divine Spirit Jaguar Warrior, signing off."