Scathach

Scathach, the woman with the long purple hair, sat cross-legged on the bed, her eyes fixed on him.

Her black bodysuit, almost transparent in the dim light of the room, clung to her athletic frame, revealing her arms and legs.

"Shirou, I hope you are ready for tonight's training," she said, her voice a soft melody that seemed to warm the chilly air.

Shirou nodded, returning the smile. Scathach was certainly one of the most skilled servants in Chaldea. Both in weaponry and in magecraft.

"Good, tonight I'll be testing your endurance," Scathach said, standing up and walking over to him.

Her movements were fluid, her hand carved runes in air, and the room began to shimmer as she activated a spell.

He tried to read the runes in an attempt to guess spells effect.

Ingwaz: Male fertility.

Fehu: Abundance.

Berkano: Arousal of desire.

Wunjo Reversed: frenzy

Thurisaz Reversed: compulsion and ****.

Raidho Reversed: stasis

"Scathach, what kind of training is this?" Shirou asked, his eyes widening slightly as he recognized some of the runes she had drawn. He felt a peculiar mix of excitement and trepidation.

"A special one," she replied with a knowing smile.

"With this runework, Once you get aroused you will not stop until you vent all your sexual desires but spell also prevent you from actually reaching peak."

Shirou's heart began to race as the implications of her words sank in. He knew that Scathach was known for pushing the boundaries in both combat and in other...

"What do you mean, 'reaching peak'?" Shirou's voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed his anxiety.

Scathach stepped closer, her hand brushing against his cheek as she traced the line of his jaw. "It means, my lovely student," she whispered, "that you'll be in a state of perpetual arousal. Well until the mana runs out."

"Ahh, don't worry, I put enough of my magic to last atleast 8 hours," she assured him, her smile growing more mischievous by the second.

"So, what do you think, Master?" she said she dematerialised her clothes.

Her naked body was a masterpiece of beauty and power, and Shirou's eyes feasted upon it hungrily. Her purple hair cascaded down her back, framing her voluptuous curves. Scathach stepped closer to him, the warmth of her skin setting his blood on fire.

Without a word, he took her in his arms, her soft breasts pressing against his chest as their lips met in a passionate kiss. Her tongue danced with his, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.

His own clothing slid off so fast as if it was magic, leaving his aroused body exposed to the cold air. Scathach's eyes gleamed with excitement as she took in the sight of him, her pupils dilating with desire.

She jumped on him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. Shirou felt his cock throb as he was enveloped by Scathach's warm embrace. He kissed her neck, feeling the pulse of her blood beneath the surface, his teeth grazing her skin gently.

Her moan of pleasure was music to his ears as he began to move, his hips driving into her with a primal rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the room.

Shirou's hands roamed over Scathach's body, exploring every inch of her soft skin. He felt her muscles tense and relax beneath his touch, her breath hitching as he found the perfect spots to elicit gasps from her lips. His own desire grew, the spell's influence weaving through him like a potent aphrodisiac.

His hips thrust into her, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She squirmed in his hands, her legs tightening around his waist as she arched her back.

Scathach's eyes, once so calm and focused, were now clouded with lust, begging for more. Shirou felt the power of the runes coursing through his veins, amplifying his desires, pushing him to claim her fully.

He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her closer, driving himself deeper within her. Her walls tightened around him, squeezing and releasing in a delicious rhythm that matched the beating of his heart.

Scathach's moans grew louder, her nails scratching down his back as she met every one of his powerful thrusts. He could feel her getting closer to climax, her breath coming in short, erratic bursts, but the spell held firm, keeping them both on the precipice of release.

Shirou's grip tightened on her hips, his eyes burning with a fiery passion as he claimed her. He watched her face contort with pleasure, her body spasm as she hovered over the edge of climax.

"Fuck, Scathach," he grunted, his voice strained with need. He could feel the pressure building within him, the spell's power pushing him to the brink of his endurance.

Her legs locked around him, she pulled him closer, urging him to go deeper. "Yes, Shirou, fuck me, show me what you're made of," she whispered into his ear, her breath hot and ragged.

With a growl, he complied, if couldn't reach the peak than he'll make she lost count of her own.

Shirou's strokes grew more aggressive, each one a declaration of his dominance. He watched Scathach's expression change from one of passion to one of **** need. She writhed beneath him, as she reach her first of many climaxes. Her moans filled the room, a sweet symphony to his ears as he continued to fuck her with unbridled enthusiasm.

Her body trembled with each wave of pleasure that crashed over her, her muscles tightening around him as she came again and again.

But despite her release, she remained hungry for more, her eyes never leaving his, begging for his dominance.

Shirou didn't hold back, his body moving with a fierce rhythm, driven by the relentless spell. He knew he couldn't hold out forever, but he was determined to give her every ounce of pleasure she could handle before he succumbed to the maddening need.

With each powerful thrust, Scathach's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth opening in silent cries of ecstasy. Her nails dug into his back, leaving trails of fire that only fueled his desire. He could feel her body tightening around him, her muscles clenching as she reached peak after peak. Her breasts bounced with every impact, the nipples stiff and sensitive to his touch.

Suddenly, unable to resist any longer, scathach lost her muscle strength, grip of her legs around his waist loosened, and she fell with a gasp, her body trembling from the intensity of her climaxes.

Shirou was quick to respond to the shift in the tide of passion. Before she could recover, he turned her around.

Her legs were shaking with fatigue as he **** her to stand but she didn't resist. Instead, she offered him a look of pure, unbridled desire.

Shirou's cock was still hard, still needy. He bend her forward, while grabbing hold of her arms. she knew the drill. He positioned himself behind her, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet folds. He pushed in with a groan, feeling the tightness of her pussy even after their vigorous session.

Her moan was one of pleasure and pain, a beautiful mix of emotions that only served to make him want her more. Her breasts swayed with each movement, the sight of them bouncing in front of him only adding to his excitement.

With a snarl, he began to pound into her from behind, his hips slapping against her firm ass. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, the warm wetness of her arousal coating his cock as he claimed her once again.

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of their frenzied lovemaking. Scathach's breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to process the overwhelming sensations.

Shirou's grip on her arms tightened, his teeth clenched as he fought against the spell's compulsion. He didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't stop. His movements grew more erratic, his desperation palpable as he sought his own release.

Scathach's moans grew louder, her legs shaking as she struggled to remain standing, Her eyes opened and met his, a silent plea for mercy. But Shirou was lost to the spell's power, his eyes glazed over with need.

He pumped into her, feeling the pressure build to an almost painful level.

He leaned down, his teeth grazing her shoulder, and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to make you come so hard you'll scream my name." His voice was gruff with lust, his body a tight coil of desire. Scathach's eyes widened, and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

With renewed vigor, Shirou began to pound into her, his every thrust punctuated by a low, guttural growl. He could feel her body responding to his dominance, her pussy gripping him tightly as she neared another climax. He reached around her, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub it in tight circles, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her over the edge.

Scathach's eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed his name as the orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed, her legs giving out from under her. But Shirou held her up, his arms wrapped around her waist, his cock still buried deep inside her. He felt her walls spasm around him, her pussy milking him for all he was worth.

He pulled out and spun her around, his cock glistening with her juices. He didn't give her a chance to recover before throwing her on the bed. She landed with a soft thud, her legs spreading open in an invitation he couldn't resist. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes never leaving hers, and settled between her thighs.

With one swift motion, he plunged back into her, Scathach's back arched, her breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath she took.

Her hands grasped the bedsheets, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on as Shirou's thrusts grew more erratic.

He kissed along her neck, his teeth scraping against her sensitive skin as he moved his hips in a relentless rhythm. Scathach's moans grew in pitch, her eyes glazed with lust. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she met him stroke for stroke.

He leaned down to kiss her, their tongues dancing in a fiery tango.

Her legs tightened around him, pulling him deeper, her body losing control once again as another wave of pleasure washed over her.

Shirou could feel the spell's power swelling within him, his own orgasm just out of reach but the anticipation only making it more intense.

He reached down and began to tease her clit again, feeling it swell under his touch. Scathach's body responded immediately, her pussy tightening around him, her breath hitching in her throat.

He pulled out of her, making her whine in protest, and flipping her over onto her stomach. Scathach looked over her shoulder at him, she knew what he wanted, she knew what he needed. With a seductive smile, she raised her hips, presenting herself to him in a way that made his cock throb even more.

Shirou didn't waste any time. He lined himself up with her tight, puckered hole and in one swift move, he was inside her, her gasp of surprise and pleasure muffled by the pillow.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice low and animalistic. Scathach nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she adjusted to the sensation of being taken in such a primal way.

Shirou's cock slid into her ass, stretching her in a way that was both painful and exhilarating. Normally he would let her prepare, but the spell didn't allow for such considerations. He felt her body tense up, her muscles trying to resist the sudden intrusion. But Scathach was a warrior, and she knew that sometimes pain was just the precursor to a deeper form of pleasure.

He began to thrust into her, each movement sending shockwaves of sensation through her body. Her eyes watered, but she didn't protest, instead, she pushed back into him, urging him to go deeper. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the room, mixing with her muffled cries of pleasure.

Shirou felt the spell's influence growing stronger, his body responding to the depraved act with a feral hunger. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck, and kissed her deeply, his teeth scraping against her skin.

With each thrust, Scathach's moans grew louder, her body rocking back and forth as she met his every movement. The room was a cacophony of sounds: the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her tight ass, and their mingled breaths, ragged and ****.

He lost the sense of time, his world narrowed down to the feeling of Scathach's body beneath him, her tightness gripping him in a vice-like hold as he took her from behind. His hips moved like a piston, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with a ferocity that bordered on savage.

Time ticked away in a maddening rhythm that matched the pace of their lovemaking. Shirou's hips pistoned into Scathach's welcoming heat, her body quivering beneath him as she took him in from behind.

Her moans grew louder, muffled only by the pillow she had buried her face into. Each thrust was met with a guttural groan, her body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure she was receiving.

He continued pounding until finally spell's effect began to wear off. The pressure in his balls released, and he erupted into her, filling her with his seed.