Fate/Adult: NTR Grail War!

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.

[ So, I decided to put up a different tier which is available at a lower cost for this fiction. It is to promote flexibility. Thank you for reading!]