A Dragon Joins the Horde

Shirou didn't give the servant a moment longer to gather herself and go on the offensive. She was a Dragon. Showing any sign of submission or hesitance would be capitalised on and ruthlessly exploited to her benefit in an instant. If he was going to emerge the victor of this dance for dominance, he would need to take the initiative, take the offensive, and overall take her for his own.

She was already mounted atop him, ready to ride him into the dust, and so his first act was to surge up and grab her by the shoulders, folding her backwards and surging up at the same time so that she was soon laying on her back with him over her, and immediately he began to hammer his hips down into her as hard and fast as he possibly could.

Saber took all of this with a squawk and some attempts to fight him off that were unsuccessful, but once he began to properly fuck away at her dripping furnace of a cunt, she settled down a little. Just a little though. He was still given a front row view of the way that her lips peeled back into a terrifying snarl, her incisor teeth lengthening and enlarging into proper biting fangs that could easily tear through skin and bone in an instant. These fangs were bared right at him as she glared up at him, slit eyes focused dead onto his own, able to see the world in amounts of detail that would drive a normal human insane from the sensory overload.

Shirou stared down into those reptilian eyes, so cold and yet also holding a spark that was distinctly human within them. Saber's instincts were taking control, but that didn't mean she was some helpless observer within her own mind. She was there still. And she was having fun. Shirou's own mouth twisted into its own toothy smile that mirrored Saber's own, and to anyone else who looked on them at that moment, the chemistry between the two of them at that moment could only be described as truly smouldering.

Once again, Shirou decided that it was in his best interest to act first. His head dove down and his teeth sank into her neck. Of course Saber was a Servant, and so no normal human could ever hope to even harm her. Shirou had been enhanced with Ishtar's domain of war, drastically improving his own physical strength though, but even then he wasn't truly able to hurt Saber with this. No, this bite was simply an act of dominance, like everything else he was doing right now.

Saber growled deep in her throat, snarling into his ear as he brought his teeth down into her flesh, leaking a hickey there as a mark of his ownership of her. Her legs came up and wrapped around his hips, locking there with strength beyond his ability to compete with, while her arms came up and her clawed hands began to dig into his back, the claws sinking through his clothes and leaving gouges in his back as she raked them over him.

Shirou could feel as the hot blood began to seep out of his wounds and slowly began to drip down his sides and onto the floor beneath him, some of it falling onto Saber at the same time. It was strange how the sensation of one's life essence slowly seeping out of their body could actually make them feel more invigorated, driving them to fuck harder, faster, to give the Servant underneath him even more of his love and devotion.

His cock was like a jackhammer, slamming home over and over again, pummelling her cervix with the tip so many times in a second that a normal human would only be able to interpret the movement as a blur. Not those two though, within this room the two coupling companions were already beyond human, and so this level of stimulation was simply to be expected between them. Ishtar would be jealous if she were awake, but for now the Goddess in the body of previously virgin girl was to sleep soundly in the embrace of ahegao.

He just kept going and going, driving his cock into her as far and as fast as he could, but despite that fact, Ishtar's blessings had never been intended for use against a Dragon. Ishtar was after all a human goddess, and so Dragon's existed outside of her domains, especially given that Arturia Pendragon, for that was who she was, was a Dragon of Britain, somewhere far from the Fertile Crescent. So it was that Shirou found himself cumming straight into the tight cunny of the Saber servant he had summoned.

After a moment Shirou found himself embraced by incredibly heady feeling. He had spilt his seed into Saber, and that was wonderful. It was rapturous. For a moment his grip on Saber weakened and he almost collapsed backwards as his orgasm hit him with a instant of weakness. That was enough.

Saber surged upwards, her immense servant strength serving her well. Her chest slammed into his and pushed him backwards, reversing their roles in and instant. Her face lowered down to his as she aggressively breathed onto him, and her snarling teeth and reptilian eyes showed clearly that she was very amused by the turning of the tables that she had managed to perform. Shirou's breath stilled for a moment as her fangs nipped at his ear, and the servant lazily traced her wet tongue from his ear along the side of his face and over to his nose, leaving his eyes looking right at the sharp draconic fangs she sprouted.

Right at that moment he was terrified. She was a dragon, and alpha predator, one without competition. And she had got him on his back, right where she had wanted him from the start. Powerful thigh muscles worked as she used her legs to rise off of the length of his cock, her hands remaining on his shoulders. His cock slowly sloughed out of her, every inch of length that was extracted from her tight vice of a cunt an excruciatingly slow and torturously pleasurable ordeal.

But Saber was not about to leave him waiting for long, though it was more likely she was not willing to deprive herself of pleasure. She slammed back down on hip, going balls deep in an instant, piercing her own cervix with ease. Dragons were not creatures that ever allowed Gravity to have any say in what they did, and Saber was no different in that regard. When she slammed herself down, she did entirely with her own power, the strength of her own body, and that only made it all the harder and faster.

Saber bounced on top of his cock with ease, slamming down over and over, aiming to pulverise his pelvis with her activity, and she had no restraint at all as she kept going. Shirou could feel the urge to come building once again, coming on oh so quickly as if he hadn't just cum into willing and waiting vessels already. It was just overwhelming the potency of a Dragon in full mating frenzy, and Shirou's eyes curled up as her motions finally drove him completely over the precipice into the orgasmic abyss, and he filled her for a second time. She purred against him as he flooded her womb, and he could feel warmth in her chest as if there was fire burning away in there just waiting to be released.

Just that was obviously not going to be enough for her though, and she immediately launched into another frenzied bout of animalistic rutting the moment that the last dollop of spunk had been milked dry from his cock. It was only the miracle of Shirou's short refractory period that left him able to keep up as she began to fuck away on top of him, bringing down the full power of her form onto his cock again and again, driving him down into the floor with her never-ending appetite.

Shirou was at a loss for what to do. He was done for. Saber had him right where she wanted him and he was not going to cheat and try to word his way out of this. As if to eliminate that very possibility, she leaned down and **** her tongue right down his throat. It was an exotic sensation, as her tongue had also followed the steady draconic transformation that seemed to be overtaking her, and the end of it had split into two prongs like in snakes and other similarly reptilian creatures. That sensitive organ licked and lapped and swished this way and that, exploring every small crevice and cranny of his mouth, and rendering him completely unable to speak to save himself with the power of Normality. He was left completely and utterly helpless before her. **** for some last minute save his hands sought out her buttocks, palming them hungrily, and his fingers teased at her asshole, but that did nothing more than spur the servant ever onwards. She was not Rin, and she did not share that particular weakness.

Over and over again did Saber slam down her hips atop his own, their pelvises clashing in a true carnal display of mating and bestial dominance that would have boggled the mind of even the most debaucherous of sinners had they come across it by random. This here was a place where every other concern or care in the world was being rutted out of the mind like a dribble of pre. As Shirou was fucked into the floor, his eyes slowly began to roll up into the back of his head, the feeling of white hot pleasure running through him and beginning to chip away at his senses, until only the white noise and static remained, beyond the tiny segment of reality he and Saber's coupled forms currently occupied.

And yet, at the same time, the very same sensations were slowly encroaching on Saber's own mind. Saber, for all of her myriad strengths, was not one who was truly experienced in the matters of the bedroom. Only a very few times in her life had she even lain with another person, and almost every one of those times she had been mostly passive in the endeavour, going along with the act when Guinevere had thought it would be something that might bring her happiness and relaxation in a particularly stressful time. What this ultimately resulted in was that Saber was not someone who understood sex. She was not someone who knew the little intimacies that someone could learn to better bring pleasure to their partner. She fucked now entirely driven by instinct, no strategy or thought put into the endeavour whatsoever.

This was an entirely legitimate way to go about this whole thing. She was a Servant, a Saber at that and thus blessed with some of the highest overall stats of any servant class. And on top of that she was a Dragon, and being actively empowered by that fact. That combination of facts would be more than enough to turn any random male she ended up encountering into a puddle of semen slaked fuck meat.

Her eyes slowly rolled up into the back of her head to match Shirou's, a rumbling combination of a purr and growl emerging out of her mouth as she became immensely satisfied with herself. Dragons instinctively sought to occupy the dominant position in any coupling they participated in, and so mating between dragons was often both a dance, a carnal activity and a tremendous battle. When all was said and done, there were only two possibilities for how such an encounter could turn out. Either one of the pair would end up overpowered and **** to submit, or both would die as they plummeted out of the sky to crash to **** against the ground below, still locked in their embrace. And therein lay one of the strange parts of this situation that Saber's instincts did not know how to deal with. This rutting was occurring on the ground, when all draconic mating occurred in mid flight.

Saber slowly came to her first climax, and her body rippled as pleasure ran up and down her entire skeletal structure. Her instincts informed her that this was no matter. In a writhing, rippling embrace within the open sky, this was just another spasm to add to all of the others. But here on the ground, it was a different matter entirely. Here on the ground it was a moment of relaxation, a moment when the tension in Saber's legs loosened, and her limbs went from the hardest steel to merely being made of wrought iron. And mere Iron could not stand up to Shirou's strength. Not anymore.

The moment he realised that there was an opening in Saber's defences Shirou was surging upwards, not to turn her over onto her back again and eventually lead to the same end result though. This time Shirou went further. Using his dick and arms to lift her, Shirou stood up from the ground and slammed Saber's back right against the wall, slamming his dick home deep within her womb and rutting against the depths of it, stirring away at the concoction of his seed already implanted inside.

Saber's instincts reacted to being suspended in mid air again with what was possibly the worst possible response they could have done. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist, locking around his hips and holding them there, making it literally impossible for Shirou to ever pull his cock completely free of her, just enough leeway left for him to be able to pull out and plunge back in, but no more.

Shirou kept going. Their lips had remained locked together the entire time, but now Shirou was the one who was managing to invade Saber's mouth. Her pronged tongue was doings its best but Shirou was plunging into her own without restraint, his tongue even finding her sharp fangs and slitting itself on them, letting Saber taste of his blood in return for making her too drunk on it to be able to go truly rampant against him. His cock slammed home into her once again as it had been doing almost 15 times a second, but this time it managed something that none of the hundreds of previous attempts had done. His cock tip impacted right on the back wall of Saber's womb. She stiffened, loosened, and came.

And from there it was all downhill for the Saber servant. Shirou kept rutting her with all the intensity of a madman possessed, and the feeling of his cock slamming right against the very innermost part of her cunt was overwhelming to her. She just couldn't keep up. Her instincts had ruled her, but now that meant there was nothing left for her to turn to now they had failed her, not strategy or higher thought that could come up with a strategy to turn things around to her favour once again. She was well and truly trapped as Shirou's cock sheathe. She couldn't have been happier.

They moved around the room the whole time. Shirou was not content to merely fuck Saber against a wall the entire time, no not at all. He used that time to managed to hook his hands up under her legs and pull them forwards, until Saber was held in a mating press before him, his cock railing up into her pussy from below. And then they were moving. The wall was giving three great helpings of Shirou's spunk dripping down onto it as Shirou came thrice into her vagina, but then they moved, Shirou slamming her down onto the counter that separated the living room and kitchen for another few rounds, then they moved again. Saber steadily found herself rutted atop the table right beside Ishtar's **** body, against every wall in the room, then fucked down the corridors, leaving a white trail of semen behind them the entire way.

By the end of it, there was no way for Saber to ever come back. Her instincts slowly gave in, and as Saber gave in alongside them, turning from equal partner in their ridiculous rutting spree, to eventually a mewling biting and clawing maniac, loving every second of what was being done to her. She couldn't fight back now. Couldn't bring herself to. Shirou had shown himself the victor and dominator in their relationship, and now it was her responsibility to bear him her clutch, to give him as many children as he so desired. Her body was his now. Her Horde was his now. It was all his. And if he didn't take it, she would **** it onto him, as was his right as the lord and victor.

Eventually, the two of them collapsed onto his bed, their sexual vigour still raring to go, and yet with Saber's instincts defeated, and Shirou's mind simply overwhelmed by the non-stop activities and revolutions of the day, there was nothing left to spur them on to continue. Shirou drifted off to sleep with his arms still repeatedly pistoning Saber's cunt back and forth on his cock, that motion still continuing even after his mind drifted off into the realm of dreams. Eventually Saber's instincts receded entirely and she was able to consciously think about what had transpired. She slumped forwards, falling out of Shirou's grasp and off his cock in one smooth motion. Huge spurts of spunk globbed their way out of her cunt as she lay there on the bedroom floor, gulping for breath.

She was glad her instincts were off for now. Else she feared she might start building a nest.