Fate/Adult: NTR Grail War!

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.