Shinji's Win

By some divine, exceedingly fucked up miracle, Shinji Matou wins the Holy Grail War.

Saber and Tohsaka have some some apologies they need to make. Willingly, or otherwise.

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In life, there are winners and losers.

Someone must always triumph at the expense of another's failure. Someone must always receive while someone else is denied. Someone must be gifted what others are force to take.

Who becomes a winner (or loser) is not always a matter of earning a triumph or feeling contentment with in failure. Sometimes, reality assigns these roles to individuals at complete random.

So, at any given instant, a long time winner could be forced to trade places with a long time loser (and vice-versa) for no discernable reason.

However 'explainable' such an event might be from a third person standpoint, a certain amount of confusion from the 'swapped' individuals is to be expected.

Unless, of course, one of the 'swapped' believed him or herself to be a winner or loser inherently…

In such a case, no confusion would come about; only a desire to thrive.

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For Matou Shinji, a decade of struggling against the scorn of his peers (and his own insufficiencies) had finally come to an end.

Following his grandfather's orders to the letter proved fruitful in the truest sense; The Holy Grail war progressed exactly as he predicted it would, and all of its participants danced to the tune that he had propagated.

As planned, the war ended with victory for his household; the Matou household. Unfortunately, its end was not followed by the granting of the deceitful codger's wish.

Rather, it had ended with the foremost wish of Matou Shinji being granted. A split second betrayal of his grandfather's restrictions brought about that which he had always dreamed of: his becoming the most powerful, respected mage in the illustrious history of Mages.

This accomplished, Matou Shinji went about restructuring his reality into one appropriate for an omni-potent magician. Much of the world needed adjustment in his opinion, though in particular, one aspect required 'alteration' more so than any of the rest:

The insolence of the haughty losers who had dared to scorn him.

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MATOU MANSION- ZOUKEN'S BASEMENT

Cackling manically, Matou Shinji capped off his latest explanation of the apparent with an appropriately gaudy 'hand spreading' gesture. Throughout its presentation, he spoke.

"It ended with MY wish, Tohsaka! The Holy Grail War ended with MY WISH!" he shouted.

"Grandfather may have orchestrated that farce of a war, but I'M the one who the Holy Grail chose!"

"That is why I'm here and that arrogant bastard Emiya isn't! HYAHAHAHAHA!"

Recently, Shinji had taken an inordinate amount of pleasure in taunting Tohsaka Rin with his elimination of both of her 'heroes'. Both Emiya Shirou and the 'hero' who claimed his name had attempted to stand against him after his having acquired the Holy Grail's boon, and both had been put to death during the short-lived struggle that ensued.

Their efforts had prevented Tohsaka's demise, as well as that of the hero Saber. Comically, neither of the deceased males would ever come to know that their attempts at preserving the lives of these individuals only served to commit them to a far worse fate.

This, more so than the ultimate power that he had at his disposal, excited Shinji to the point of hysteria.

"Aligning yourself with Emiya didn't turn out to be the best choice for you, did it Tohsaka?" he suggested with a cackle.

"HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE JUST ANOTHER POWERLESS, NAKED WENCH KNEELING ON THE FLOOR Of YOUR SUPERIOR?"

Gritting her teeth, Tohsaka fought through the wailing of her various mental wounds and erupted in a display of harried indignation.

"Do you really think anything has changed about you, Shinji?!" she shouted.

"The Holy Grail has given you power, but no amount of power will ever change the fact that you're a spineless failure of a magician who had to be given everything by his grandfather."

Smirking arrogantly, she followed this comment up with a comparison that never failed to damage Shinji's ego.

"Emiya-kun made up for his shortcomings with actual work. Even when he failed to make any progress, he only ever turned to others after being told how many times he had forced himself past his limits!"

Choking back tears throughout her reminiscence, the brunette inadvertently dragged up what remained of the demeanour she had handled Shinji with in the past. At this, her smirk widened, and the natural confidence of the Tohsaka bloodline consumed her speech mannerisms.

"Until I see you do the same on your own, I'll never acknowledge you. No matter what you intend to put me through."

"So, to answer your petulant question, I don't feel a thing. Why should I feel anything? I'm just the latest victim of one of Matou Shinji's temper tantrums." she replied.

"Devoting my emotions to something like this is wholly beneath me."

As was his nature, Shinji had hoped desperately to finally see Tohsaka's arrogance crumble under the pressures of reality. Up until this point, all signs pointed towards this occurrence; she had no one to rely on, no tricks up her sleeves, and no hope of escape.

Yet another rebuking from Tohsaka Rin was not something he had prepared himself to endure. At the same time, it was no longer something that he believed he had to stand for.

Unfortunately for Rin, his latter belief was true.

Matou Shinji no longer had to take her flippancy, or that of anyone else's lying down.

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Rather than exploding into an incoherent rage at Tohsaka's response, Shinji calmed himself. Slowly but surely, the frustrated expression that he had worn throughout her taunting melted into one of airy acceptance. Following a flipping of the curled blue locks that framed his forehead, he responded with all of the congeniality of a much 'better' individual.

"You stand at the end of your rope and you still manage to mouth off without a thought as to the consequences…" he commented with a chuckle.

"Heh, you're going to make a very enthusiastic bitch for me, Tohsaka. We'll see how much my work ethic matters to you then!"

Following this, Shinji raised his unoccupied right hand and pointed its index finger at the petite blonde situated behind Tohsaka.

"Saber, on your feet!" he barked.

Since her subjugation and the disengagement of her magical armaments, Saber had not spoken a word out of turn. She desired nothing more than to act in defiance of Shinji's requests, but the power that he held made doing so foolhardy. This aside, so long as Tohsaka remained at risk, openly standing against him was not something that she could actually accomplish.

"Shirou used his last command spell to ensure that I maintain Rin's safety. Even if I wanted to deny him his dying wish, the magic that binds me would see to my participation." the blonde reiterated internally.

"The only thing that I can do right now is my best; for Rin's sake, and Shirou's."

Swallowing yet another fraction of her waning pride, Saber raised herself out of the kneeling position that she had assumed, and presented the pale nakedness of her frame to Shinji. The handful-sized breasts that sloped gracefully across her chest were returned to the station of rigid 'perkiness' enforced by her spine, and the hairless expanses of her midsection and womanhood were once again offered for complete visual appraisal.

As standing was all that had been asked of her, she did not move a muscle out of position upon finishing with the unfolding of her body.

She simply closed her eyes, and waited.

At the sight of the heroic spirit's petite assets, yet another cackle rumbled from Shinji's throat.

"Ahhhhh, so this is what it looks like? The gallant Saber swallowing her pride as a Queen and presenting herself like a common whore on auction?"

"If only Emiya were alive to see this!"

In the moments that followed, blatant perusals of her body by Shinji's eyes were carried out by the dozen. In this time, a bulge appeared at his crotch and grew a size or so for each second that passed. When the phallus responsible for this bulge grew large enough to cause its owner discomfort, an idea was generated within Shinji's mind.

"I know!"

Immediately after this exclamation the tome that had facilitated his use of magic throughout the Holy Grail War inexplicably appeared within his left hand.

"Looking at that body got me thinking about how I might go about using you as the bitch that you are, but nothing truly practical came to mind until I remembered that little conversation you and Shirou had before he died…" he explained

Following the ascension of his right hand, a depraved grimace stitched itself together from his already-off-putting facial features.

"All of you heroes are bound by command spells. Shirou used his last on you, but unlike him, I can make as many of them as I desire!"

At this, an intricate red tattoo was etched into Shinji's right arm from wrist to elbow. Despite being concealed by the sleeve of his blazer, the brilliant crimson color that it maintained made its appearance obvious to both Saber and Tohsaka.

As soon as the tattoo appeared, Shinji saw to making it vanish.

"Servant Saber!"

"With this command spell, I command you to fulfill all of the desires that my mind generates!" he ordered.

"You are not to do this as the Queen Artoria, but as a dedicated, affectionate whore!"

With the specifics of his order outlined, the spell that had impressed itself along his arm vanished.

Immediately afterwards, Saber's stoic stillness was destroyed by the contraction of every muscle within her body. These contractions were self-imposed; there was no other way for her to resist the magic that Shinji had applied to her existence.

Her efforts, while admirable, amounted only to a delaying of the inevitable. When the strength of her lower body was expended by her self-restraint, she collapsed against to the stone floor beneath her.

A half minute more was all she could stand.

Abruptly, Saber propped herself up on her hands and knees and began crawling towards Shinji.

"P-Please…" a distressed groan simpered from her lips.

As dictated by the command spell, Saber could only resist its power for so long.

"If you would, please allow me to display precisely what your pleasure means to me…"

-

Shinji proved entirely willing to aid Saber in the fulfillment of his request.

In time with her crawling motions, he began inching towards her whilst frantically fumbling with the seals at of his slacks.

Upon bringing himself to a position directly above the groaning blonde, his hands managed to unearth the pungent erection that had previously tented his crotch.

Comically, the pulsing meat-staff's outward appearance was a direct read out of the individual to which it belonged. Alongside it being thicker and longer than it 'deserved' to be, several plaster-thick splotches of fermented cock-filth could be seen plastered its glans, as well as the inches most immediate to it.

Against her wishes, Saber's frame jumped back into a kneeling position the moment the stench of Shinji's cock was introduced into otherwise-earthy airspace. Here, she reached forward with both of her hands and greedily wrapped both of her palms around the rigid tube's surface.

At this, Shinji allowed his debased thought processes to wander further and further into the realms defined by sexual deviancy.

Saber, having been rendered as a 'distance tracker' for this progression, acted in congruence with what Shinji imagined.

"Unwashed as always, I see…" she breathed out with a permissive smile.

"Not to worry. I'd serve absolutely no purpose to you if I weren't capable of performing as a cock-sponge for you."

For a moment, a smile tinged by sultry energy broke through the cobbling of pleasure and displeasure that covered her face. Its display ushered in a notable decrease in the confliction that had become evident in her body language.

Acting in accordance with her claim, she dipped her skull downward before flicking it upward in such a way that brought her face into contact with the grubby underside of Shinji's swelled member. This 'U' shaped lunge ended with the staining of her left cheek with Shinji's cock grease, and the unfurling of her tongue from her mouth.

What followed her light nuzzling of his phallus was precisely what she had promised; a skilful, oral scrubbing of Shinji's cock with her mouth.

The placement of both of her hands around the Shinji's length allowed Saber to begin her ministrations well ahead of schedule. This came as a result of the consistent stabilization that her outwardly delicate limbs applied to the phallus' thickened trunk.

So, after streaking the sweat-permeated underside of his member up towards its tip, she did not encounter a hint of difficult in reapplying her skull at a position of relevance.

Moments before she went through with this, the transmission of yet another thought from Shinji forced another perverted sentence from her lips.

"You've no need to become impatient, Master." she began, her lips inching towards a particularly filth-mired region of Shinji's member.

"Smearing your scent into my face may not be efficient, but it isn't often I get to service in this way to begin with."

"The confines of my mouth still belong to you and you alone. If you've no desire to wait for me to demonstrate this, I suppose I'll save my perverted lollygagging for next time…"

Now exuding a depraved sort of sexual disappointment, Saber opened her mouth and pushed the dainty, pink plate of tongue flesh it contained out against the very nose of Shinji's shaft.

"H'eee? (See?)" she suggested desperately.

Accompanying this question was a shift of the surface of her tongue across the semen-flavoured nose of Shinji's member to the left most area of his glans. Here, quick salvos of circular wiping motions from the organ were followed up by a curling of its length over the 'edge' of this region. Shifting her tongue in this way introduced a new flavour to her tongue's grime-stimulated tastebuds: that of the sticky, paste-cement smegma that coated the area. Upon being impressed there, the slow, circular wiping that had polished Shinji's cock-surface moments prior were reapplied in a steady dislodging of the pale-yellow gunk that dominated the area.

Were Saber within her right mind, pushing her tongue into contact with this filth-rich region would have caused a grimace of revulsion to consume her facial features.

Whilst under the influence of Shinji's command spell, the only response that her body could muster to the slow melt of the acrid substance against her tongue was a prolonged moan of pleasure.

The release of this moan did not represent explicit 'carrying out' of one of Shinji's thoughts, however. Rather, it stemmed from the overall encroachment of command magic within her frame.

More simply: 'Saber' had begun to fade, and the 'simple whore' within her was beginning her rise to cognitive prominence.

Examples of reality's scale tipping in the whore's favour could be seen in the occasional 'breaks' that littered her famished lapping of filth from Shinji's length.

During these instances, Saber went out of her way to push both of her lips into direct contact with the bulbous head-region of the phallus that she was servicing. This contact was accompanied by the performance of a bizarre series of kiss-slurps by her lips across the phallus' increasingly-saliva coated surface.

Naturally, the rate at which she managed to dilute Shinji's smegma and draw the loose swill into her mouth increased significantly following each of these kissing sessions.

This came as a by-product of the speed and dedication that was inherent to her kissing. The same excavation/cleaning focused swirls of her tongue were performed, though alongside them, a combination of excess saliva outflow and the 'nature' of sloppy open mouth kissing rendered Saber's mouth as the unsightly 'rag' that she had claimed her to be.

"*mmmSCHLP-PLRCHH* S'heee, M'waasterrr* (See, Master?)" she slurred in between slides of her head.

" h'all ofsh mai moush ish f'oh scheww ♥ (All of my mouth is for you)."

"P'reesh cohntin'sch tu fi'hl 'he wish yo h'aughts! (Please continue to fill me with your thoughts!)" she begged.

Predictably, the nature of her lattermost comment prompted Shinji to purpose it to his advantage.

"You're making quite the spectacle out of yourself for Tohsaka, Saber." he began.

"Though more importantly…"

With all of the lovingness of one who habitually handled prostitutes, he threated his fingers through silky blonde locks that adorned the front portion of her skull. Instinctively, entrance into the confines of her hairdo prompted the four inserted digits to travel downward towards her skull. Once resting against its surface, a contraction from Shinji's forearm abruptly shoved her skull away from his member.

At this point, another command for Saber was generated by his mind. As a means of framing it for the single, chestnut-haired member of their mutual audience, he finished the sentence he had started without another useless comment.

"What would EMIYA think? Seeing his 'all-powerful' servant hungrily gulp down the filth of another man?" he suggested excitedly.

"He'd be burning on the inside! That disrespectful ingrate would be absolutely crushed to learn what a dedicated whore you are on the inside."

Following the utterance of Shinji's latest mentally transmitted 'signal', Saber opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could. Upon doing so, she collapsed the midsection of her tongue against the base of her mouth. In doing so, a shallow flesh basin was formed, and subsequently filled by the spoilt soup she had collected within her mouth over the course of the previous few minutes.

The overall 'experience' of her mouth opening was dominated by this event. The presentation of her mouth's interior was left as unimportant; the only thing that an onlooker's eyes would be drawn to was the pool of chunky, pubic-hair infused muck that inundated her tongue.

Observing such a one to one presentation of the mental images he had generated finalized another, much more reprehensible idea within Shinji's head.

Of course, this idea pertained directly to that which the Holy Grail had bestowed upon him:

"I can do anything that I want."

"It doesn't matter to whom or what; so long as I want it, I can FUCKING have it."

"Even Tohsaka Rin..."

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SHINJI'S AMBITION

"Now then, Saber."

"Swallow down all of that filth and wait for my next command." Shinji barked.

Convinced of Saber's unyielding obedience, he followed up the utterance of his order with a loose stride over to Tohsaka's front.

Bringing himself to a position above the mouthy brunette gave way to yet another instinctive gesture from his dominant hand. Again, it extended down toward the skull of the woman beneath its owner.

As one might have expected, Tohsaka's skull did not receive the 'affectionate' treatment that Saber's had. The placement of Shinji's hand atop her head coincided with a brazen bundling of a handful of the shining locks that covered her skull. This bundle in hand, Shinji wrenched her head inwards toward the base of his cock.

"What's wrong, Tohsaka?" he suggested airly.

"You were awfully quiet throughout Saber's little show. I can imagine why; seeing such an appalling slut come out of the frame of such a dainty little thing like her would be shocking for everyone."

"The behaviour you're displaying right now just doesn't add up, though…" he commented slyly.

"The Tohsaka I know would be screaming in protest and demanding that I unhand her, yet now, you're inches away from being forced to draw the scent of my cock-juice into your nose and haven't spoken out so much as a word in protest."

Following this comment was a brief period of mock pondering on Shinji's part. Prior to its initiation, Shinji callously completed the 'trip' he had initiated for her skull. Just as Saber's had been, her face was smothered against the lower inches of his vile erection.

"It can't be that you've given up hope; you're too stubborn for that…" he reasoned.

"Perhaps you were afraid? No, that couldn't be."

"I know you've performed similar acts on Emiya's cock, so none of that should have been new to you." he added.

Having drawn proceedings out a sufficient length, he produced the vibrant excitement of an epiphany at the drop of a hat.

"Oh, I KNOW!" he exaggerated.

"You were aroused, weren't you? Tohsaka Rin got off to watching another proud woman debase herself for a man!"

"That's it, ISN'T IT?" he suggested menacingly.

-

Truthfully, Tohsaka's silence stemmed from the first of Shinji's suggestions.

Seeing the creation of a contrived command spell strong enough to force Saber into submission plucked a particular nerve within her.

"Even if he can be stopped, it isn't going to save Saber and I from whatever he is planning."

"I shouldn't be thinking so selfishly, but it just isn't fair…"

"Why was he allowed to attain power like this?"

These thoughts consumed the brunette within a quagmire of depression from which she lacked the ability to escape.

So, upon being roughly dragged into contact with Shinji's cock, the impact that the act had on her ego was considerably lessoned. Overall, she was rendered as wholly numb to the event.

At least until the severity of its contents were exacerbated, anyway.

"Still don't feel like answering?" Shinji suggested.

After a tightening of his grasp on her skull, he began to taunt Tohsaka whilst wiping her face across the underside of his shaft from left to right.

"I suppose it is for the best…" he sighed.

"If I had to continue listening to you speak about things you know nothing about, I might've ended up putting an end to you myself."

"It is a little boring to see you retreat inside yourself, but it won't change much at the end of the day."

"All in all, you're still nothing more than another cocksleeve for me anyway." he finished.

Intent on demonstrating this fact, he ceased his marring of her pristine features and shoved her backwards via her forehead. This brought about a cushioned crashing of her body back first against the stone floor beneath them.

Coughing soundly, Tohsaka worked quickly to protect her dignity following impact. One after the other, she drew her thighs up against her chest as a means of shielding her womanhood, and tilted her frame onto its side as a means of drawing her decently-sized breasts away from Shinji's line of sight.

These efforts turned out to be completely unnecessary.

A glance upwards from her current position revealed Shinji's preoccupation with undressing himself, and the approach of an abnormally flushed, disturbingly content Saber from out of her blindspot.

-

"S-Saber? What are you doing?" Tohsaka asked quietly.

So far as she could tell, Saber had yet to return to usual self. The blonde's approach ended with a languid collapse to her hands and knees. Here, she brought her deranged visage to a position directly above her own.

Sensing danger, Tohsaka again turned to a display of anger as a means of alleviating her fear.

"Damn it, come on! Are you just going to give up on the task that Shirou gave you!?" she shouted.

"He died to protect us! Both he and Archer gave their lives and this is the best that you have to offer them?"

"You're supposed to be one of the strongest heroes there I–"

Without warning, the desperate complaints that she launched were silenced by a quick, yet sensual compression of Saber's lips against her own.

Yet again, this act was one dreamed up within Matou Shinji's mind. As such, Saber devoted the entirety of her being to making it a reality.

The lip contact that she imposed was immediately followed up by a sluggish invasion of her cock-flavoured tongue into the comparatively naive confines of Tohsaka's mouth. Despite not being explicitly tasked to do so, she went about plastering this salivation-inducing flavour across as many regions of Tohsaka's mouth as she could.

In doing so, Tohsaka's attempts at protesting against Saber's actions were reduced to garbled groans and perverse slurping noises. To be clear, her feelings about the kiss were negative by default. Unfortunately, the point in time at which it had come caught her body at point affective vulnerability.

For as much as she wished to deny it, Saber's display servicing Shinji's cock had caused an undeniable warmth to begin emanating through her core. This warmth trickled down from her core and through her vaginal canal until it came to singe her outer-lips from the inside. Bee-stung and moisture dewed, the mound's appearance became synonymous with that maintained by a woman ready and willing for sex.

For a time, Tohsaka's 'positional' efforts had obscured her cunt's condition from immediate view. Wisely, she had not counted on this fix being anything more than temporary.

Shinji was still going to approach, after all. When he did, no amount of thigh squeezing would protect her from his intentions…

-

Unlike the bout of intercourse he had participated in with Saber, Shinji made certain that his 'merging' with Tohsaka took place in as brutal a manner as possible. The means by which he managed this had been forced inside him by Tohsaka herself several years prior: the rage endured by all those who were 'looked down upon' by others.

Following the discarding of his slacks and a rabid approach toward the brunette's clammed-up lower body, he injected a pair of ordinarily costly physical enhancement spells to the musculature of his forearms.

With these in place, he performed an effortless 'peeling apart' of Tohsaka's legs whilst simultaneously guiding her lower body off the ground ever so slightly. After bringing his knee-cap enamoured palms down to the midsection of her thighs, he performed a final few positional adjustments before ruthlessly slamming his crotch (and the cock that protruded from it) inward. Instantaneously, his attention to detail paid dividends; the spittle moistened tip of his cock pierced the 'bull's-eye' of Tohsaka's lower-lips and spread the inner walls of her virginal depths to a width sufficient enough to allow for the majority of his member to grind into their midst with little difficulty.

This was not to say that the sensations that Tohsaka endured were in any way minimized, however. The moment her under-used folds were pierced by Shinji's monstrous endowment, a shrill squeak followed by a prolonged groan of distaste was funnelled into Saber's mouth. Alongside the startling 'full' feeling that Shirou had once introduced her to, a disturbing cocktail of pain and pleasure began seeping up her spine in the seconds that followed her penetration.

Well before her conscious mind could acclimate to the 'stain' that this cocktail subjected it to, further motion from Shinji progressively exacerbated the depraved stimuli.

"HOW IS THAT, TOHSAKA?!" Shinji bellowed.

"HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE YOUR CUNT SKEWERED OVER AND OVER AGAIN BY MY COCK?"

"HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE NOTHING MORE THAN A BITCH FOR MATOU SHINJI'S COCK?!" he inquired.

From these taunts seeped an arrogant vanity born of young men who believed themselves to be beyond reproach.

It just so happened that Tohsaka Rin had been ordained as the 'receptacle' into which this toxin would collect; the loser to Shinji's winner.

To her, this was a fate worse than death from which no 'positives' could be taken away. From another perspective (this one clearer than her own), the entailments of this station were not entirely negative.

Not only were her lubricant bathed depths filled past capacity by a cock that offered a length and girth 'superior' to that of the average male, but the pace at which the remaining inches of this member were force-fed into her opening remained consistent enough to keep the barometer of pleasure within her mind rising constantly.

Generally speaking, this excess of sensation could be attributed to the combined influences of the 'bareness' offered by Shinji's cock, and the general consequences that accompanied brutally forcing an oversized member into a narrow, unprepared female crevice.

Previously, Saber had saw to slurping down every fleck of grime that had covered Shinji's member long before it found its way into her cunt. As such, the only buffer that could have spared her inner walls from the goading heat and vascularity that his cock's surface exuded had already been removed. As additional inches of his member joined the initial few that traveled in and out of her interior, previously under-stimulated patches of cunt meat were oppressed by these qualities to the point of 'bursting into tears' each time Shinji replanted his member to its maximum depth (at any given instant). In this case, the 'oppression' applied by the phallus could be described as the display of its veins invariable rigidity when brought into contact with the equal potent constriction of Tohsaka's womanhood.

More simply: If one were to consider Tohsaka's inner walls as a sputtering tube comprised of sopping wet 'cloth', then the vein protrusions that tented the surface of Shinji's member could be considered as blunt edges. The exteriors of these veins were constantly consumed by Tohsaka's cunt meat, though for each time this occurred, their outlines dug deeper indentations into the flesh canals that surrounded them. Her depths 'bursting into tears' became analogous with the spurting of viscous female-syrup from the corners of her womanhood per thrust that Shinji completed.

Regarding the second of the two additives, Shinji's thrusts were backed by a wild vigour just hateful enough to allow for an illogically-complete, cervix-teasing 'gutting' of Tohsaka's womanhood. The vigour was of an entirely different sort from that which his magically stimulated forearms maintained. For one thing, it was far stronger; its presence facilitated the regular disappearance of just under a foot of cockmeat from Tohsaka's depths, as well as the thunderous, uterus-jilting re-insertion of the very same inches. For another, this strength lacked a definite time limit. If allowed, Shinji's frame would elongate his savage pounding of Tohsaka's cunt until his heart expired. While such a thing would never come to pass, the omnipotent young man's mind had already come to terms with dying for the sake of permanently ruining Tohsaka Rin's existence with his cock.

Continuing to gape her sputtering womanhood was unlikely to accomplish this, though. No matter how avidly his testicles were smothered against her outer-lips, nor how aggressively he ground the tip of his member against her cervix, the woman who endured this treatment would not change. Even whilst enamoured by sexual and egotistical ecstasy, Shinji recognized that far more would be required if Tohsaka Rin was to truly suffer.

As luck would have it, a sufficient 'more' existed in the form of the blonde 'cockpig' who had continued to mindlessly exchange saliva with her whilst awaiting his next order…

-

"DO IT, SABER!" a strained command erupted from Shinji's throat.

"LET ME SEE HOW WEAK AND DEFENSELESS THE MIND OF TOHSAKA RIN REALLY IS!"

At Shinji's command, Saber ceased her lip-locking with Tohsaka and abruptly raised herself back into a kneeling position above her. Following this, she applied both of her hands to the task of cupping the front and back of her skull.

Even whilst distracted by the bone-chilling sensations produced by Shinji's thrusts, Tohsaka immediately recognized what it was Saber had put forth. Moments before she could scream out, the subjugation magic that Shinji had previously attempted to apply her mind consumed it in one fell swoop…

-

With no defenses to mount, and the most pleasurable magic she had ever endured coursing through her grey matter, Tohsaka Rin could find no reason to scream when the beginnings of Shinji's orgasm began squirting into her depths.

Instead, she opted to produce responses appropriate for her station (this being a basal semen-receptacle). With this in mind, she produced an embarrassingly manic moan, as well as a telling framing and contortion of her facial features.

These acts ensured that, upon welcoming the initial three blasts of Shinji's orgasm into her uterus, her appearance on the 'outside' would come to match her insides.

More specifically, following the coagulation of three dingy, yet still primarily white jets of cock juice against the very back of her womb, a third person could peer down at a crossed-eyed, peace-sign sporting iteration of Tohsaka Rin whose tongue had been plastered loosely against right side of her mouth.

This presentation did not quite match the disfigurement that Shinji's seed welcomed into her womanhood, but truthfully, very few things could.

Within Tohsaka's womb, the continuation of Shinji's orgasm allowed for the observation of obese strands of magically-enhanced seed throughout their steadily inflation of the flesh pocket they had been introduced to.

The strands that followed those that were responsible for the multi-layered masking that the back of her womb had endured did not contribute to this inflation via a direct coating of the 'uninvolved' regions of her womb. Instead, they simply fed the increasingly mountainous wad at its very back to the point at which its ridges began drooling down the length of the organ that contained it. In this way, every chunked shot played its part; as seconds passed, the volumes of cock-juice fed to these ridges brought about their sectioning into equivalently-thick rivulets. Draining in time with one another, they travelled from the back of Tohsaka's womb to its front in the shape of an arc.

Only when Shinji's release was brought to an end did the movement of these arcs come to an end. Prior to this, several compacting 'round-trips' were performed by the weighted jizz-mass within the finite space that surrounded it.

Ultimately, her womb was filled to the brim; just short of inflation, though full enough to bring about a telling redness to her midsection, and the appearance of an all-consuming heat about her gut.

Appropriately, upon recognizing that no more cum would be blasted into her depths, Tohsaka urged herself to verbalize an incoherent stint of praise for the male who had graced her reproductive organs with seed.

What she actually came to verbalize were slurred iterations of the following thoughts:

"I'm totally stuffed with steaming cock juice…" she moaned through her agape maw.

"Master Matou has finally given me my purpose, though…"

"I'm gonna become the greatest babymaker that the Matou Bloodline has ever seen!"

Clearly altered, her core offered no protest to these thoughts; only a soothing acceptance and the 'moving up' of a long off cycle of ovulation…