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From extensive experience, you are well acquainted with the fact that Scathach, no matter how loudly she protests, just can’t resist the sensation of your wandering fingertips roughly groping and kneading her round, firm derriere like dough in the palm of your hand.

Falling to her knees, Scathach frantically yanked at the monster fucking her throat, only for its tentacle to swell up and pump her stomach full of semen, plugging her windpipe shut! Unable to breathe, she soon slumped forward onto her tits and fainted, helpless and vulnerable…

Utterly drained by the monster wrapped around her head, Scathach’s panicked struggles had quickly faded to tired, limp spasms. Desperate, she stretched out an arm, begging for someone, anyone to save her… yet her silent plea would go unanswered as her vision faded to black.

The brutal pummeling delivered by Nitori’s mechanical fists nearly sent Scathach’s heaving breasts bouncing out of her tight bikini top, snuffing out what little strength remained in the Servant’s exhausted body before obliterating her consciousness with an uppercut to the jaw!

On the brink of death but unable to die, Scathach’s broken body was paraded around for all to see. She had struggled fiercely, but that only motivated the men to abuse her more, shredding her bodysuit to tatters and marking her sexy, sweaty body with countless cuts and bruises.

The raiders who pillaged the Land of Shadows knew its queen couldn’t be killed - so they instead subdued Scathach and tightly tied her beaten body to a statue, forcing her pussy to grind painfully against the rough stone while she helplessly watched her kingdom burn.

The monster’s fist plunged deep into her flat belly, shredding her toned abs and crushing her organs flat against her spine. Gagging, she crumpled to the floor in a twitching heap, bloody bile flooding her mouth and lungs as she weakly gurgled on her own vomit, utterly defeated.

Both Artoria and Scathach had beaten the shit out of each other over the course of 12 long rounds. Neither woman knew which Servant was leading on points, but, laying on her back after a devastating liver shot, Scathach knew it wouldn’t matter if she couldn’t beat the 10 count…

Scathach had suffered all sorts of injuries during her immortal lifespan, but the ruthless, pelvis-crushing strike against her thinly-covered groin had definitely hurt the most. Even in defeat she cradled her aching crotch, moaning miserably as her consciousness faded away…

Scathach’s pride as a Celtic queen blinded her to just how slutty her skintight bodysuit made her look - from her wide hips framed by thick thighs to the swelling shape of her stiff tits against her clothes, the Lancer looked more like a whore than any prostitute on the street.

By day, Scathach was a confident and dignified warrior queen, elegantly wielding both magic and spear with unparalleled skill. By night, Scathach was nothing more than a drooling, dripping, cock-deprived concubine, eager to kneel down and dutifully deepthroat her Master’s dick.

Seeing Scathach squeeze her eyes shut, as if in denial of the sight of your bulging dick plowing through her aching pussy, was enough to make you explode your load inside her, overflowing her cunt so thoroughly that you had to unload the rest over her face and tits instead.

Celtic women were heavy drinkers, so when you suggested to a drunken Scathach a few rounds of strip poker, she readily agreed. Off went her bunny ears, her heels, her cuffs, her collar, and her leotard… until all she had left to ante was herself, naked as the day she was born.

Pinned to the floor with a barbed tentacle twisting and plunging into the depths of her cunt, all Scathach could do was scream, shaking her hips and ass against the ground - yet despite the overwhelming pain stretching her tight pussy wide open, she just couldn’t stop cumming…!

Unless the outfit was nothing more than skimpy underwear, Scathach never willingly wore a bra, preferring to let her stiff nipples poke out from underneath her constantly too-tight clothes. Was the Lancer simply adhering to Celtic tradition, or was she just an openly horny slut?

Utterly exhausted, Scathach had neither the strength nor the willpower to struggle further against the massive slime. With her arms trapped and her legs spread submissively, the defeated Lancer sinks helplessly into the gelatinous mass, succumbing to her fate…

The two worms that ambushed Scathach tugged at her from above and below, fiercely fighting for the right to squeeze and swallow her sexy, squirming body. Just how long can her thick, powerful thighs and her massive, head-sized breasts delay her inevitable fate?

“Ouugh… I… I yield… Master… you win… you win… please… just let me rest…” Scathach thought that she would easily dominate her modest Master in bed, but Ritsuka punished her overconfidence dearly with a literal arsenal of sex toys and an impossibly inexhaustible libido.

All of that cocky confidence drained out of Scathach’s expression alongside the mana in her mammaries, sending her into shock. Slowly, her squirming subsided and she slumped forward, stupidly stamping her tits down onto the contract dooming her to a life of slavish servitude.

Charmed by a powerful hypnotic spell, Scathach leaned down, moved her veil to the side, and parted her soft lips, running her tongue languidly along the length of her new Master’s cock while making sure to gratefully slurp up every drop of sperm running down his length.

Wrapped up in belts, armbinders, and even padlocked steel restraints around her neck, waist, and ankles, not an inch of freedom was afforded to Scathach as she moaned through her thick muzzle, stacked breasts swaying slightly while she struggled helplessly against her bondage.

Climax after climax shuddered through Scathach’s soaked, aching pussy, tormenting the tied-up queen with the unending, almost-painful pleasure of a rattling, cervix-deep vibrator stretching her needy cunt far past its limits.

“Heh… like what you see, Master? Every inch of this Scathach’s body is yours to use as you please. Paint my ass and thighs white with your cum… Bruise my soft breasts with your mouth and hands… But first, ask yourself this: which kind of woman do you like?”

Alone and helplessly horny, Scathach’s hand plunged between her sticky thighs and frantically rubbed away at her burning, quivering core, bringing herself to climax after climax at the mere thought of her Master’s cock thrusting into and filling her wet, velvety folds.

Scathach’s eyes may be up there, but you just can’t help but stare at those thick nipples crowning her firm, plump breasts. Framed sexily by her barely-there underwear, you wonder how sensitive they are… especially since they’ll be clamped between your teeth later tonight.

Downed but not defeated, Scathach’s bared body arched lewdly on the shoreline, stretching her toned stomach and spreading her long legs for all to see. Will she find the strength to reach for her knives and rise, or will the tide deliver her beaten body out to sea?

Brutally ravaged after barely claiming a single victory in the Singularity, Scathach ends up fainting face-down with her toned ass proudly protruding in the air. Warm piss begins to squirt from her pussy and streaks down her tights, pooling on the floor between her knees…

Normally cutting a strong, proud, and dignified figure, Scathach’s wide eyes now reflected an uncharacteristic vulnerability, silently begging you for help as the smooth expanse of her soft, supple skin was exposed to countless lustful gazes atop the roulette table.

Artoria and Scathach thought they could defeat any foe with their combined strength - but with the Queen’s spine shattered, paralyzing her from the waist down, all Scathach could do was dazedly watch, drooling and gasping for breath, as Artoria also suffered the same fate.

Even with a heavy, weighted chain pulling down on her exposed clit, Scathach fought with the strength of an army of warriors - but how long can she endure and fight back before her trembling legs give in to the pleasure and she collapses to the floor, defenseless and vulnerable?