Who was Scathach?
Scathach was a powerful warrior-queen and martial arts teacher from Celtic mythology who appeared as a summonable Servant in the mobile game Fate/Grand Order. She was immortal, as C.C mentioned, and she held a deep connection to the Land of Shadows and her famous student, Cú Chulainn.
It was pretty simple what you wanted. What she wanted.
Raw, challenging sex.
The warm sun beat down on the pristine white sand. You stood there, your cock throbbing painfully hard beneath your swim trunks. Yes, miraculously, you managed to fetch one for yourself.
So where was Scathach? Right in front of you, lounged gracefully on a white beach chair, her purple bikini clinging to her perfectly sculpted hourglass figure. Her long, purple hair cascaded down her back and her seat, and her piercing red eyes locked onto yours with an amused smirk. She was every bit the imposing warrior-woman you'd imagined: radiant, confident, and utterly untouchable. Yet here she was, reclining like a queen, a hand behind her head and her toned legs slightly parted as if daring you to make a move.
"Hmm," Scathach hummed, "You're quite bold, aren't you? Standing there like that, practically begging for attention." Her gaze flicked downward, lingering on the obvious bulge in your trunks. "But the fact that you're here means you dealt with C.C."
You did indeed.
"Well then, shall we get started?"
You didn't have time to respond before she reached out, her slender fingers brushing against the fabric of your swimsuit. Like magic, she tugged them down, freeing your aching cock into the open air. The cool breeze kissed your heated skin, but it was nothing compared to the warmth of her hand as it wrapped around your ballsack.
"Impressive sack," Scathach remarked. "Quite heavy. How many women have you fucked already?"
You didn't get to answer again. Scathach gave a reply.
"Ah, I see. I'm impressed that you defeated Erza and C.C so easily." Her hands massaged your nutsack. "You deserve praise. Truly."
From balls to cock, her touch went. Her fingers slid up and down your length with a slow, almost torturous rhythm. You grunted. There was a bit of magic involved with this chick.
"They are called runes. I drew them with my massage and returned your balls to their prime," Scathach explained, reading your mind. "I don't want you to give excuses, after all."
Since you were back at full capacity, pre-cum oozed in small bursts. Schlick. Schlick. The sound of her hand moving over your slickening cock was obscenely loud, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure shooting through to your nutsack. At this point, you were used to going from full to empty and back to full. Orihime and Tsunade and some others, they were capable of miracles.
Scathach was the same.
"Not bad," Scathach murmured, her lips curling into a sly smile. "You're quite the specimen. I can see why this beach brought me here." Her grip tightened slightly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head of your cock, and you couldn't help but shudder. "But let's see how much you can take."
She picked up the pace then, her hand moving faster, her fingers expertly teasing every inch of you. The sound of her palm meeting the base of your cock was impressive. It was different because there was this smoothness to her.
"I handle spears on the daily," Scathach said, reading your mind once again. "I like to put art into it. To give results is one thing, but to give it with meaning and art is another. It is what gives life purpose."
Obviously, it had to happen.
"It is what can make a man cum in ten minutes ten seconds."
With a low groan, you came, your release spurting out in thick, white ropes. Splurt, splurt, spluuurt! But Scathach was ready. With inhuman reflexes, she moved her hand to block it. To catch every last drop, her smirk never faltering as your cum splashed against her palm. When it was over, she held up her glistening hand, examining it with a raised eyebrow.
"I say ten seconds but you lasted longer. Impressive," Scathach said simply, her tone almost approving. "Not many can last even this long under my touch." She wiped her hand clean on the side of the chair, her red eyes never leaving yours. "But I think we're just getting started."
Remember, this was a warrior queen. Like Powergirl and Tsunade, she could react and move at speeds beyond human perception. You were completely unaffected by the fact that you had switched places, landing on her chair with a soft thud. Scathach straddled you and her bottoms were already off, dangling from her finger. She licked her lips and stroked your dick only once.
"Mmm…!"
Her finger flicked her bottoms away and she lowered herself onto your still-hard cock. Scathach was tight—so tight—and wet, her body welcoming you with a heat that made your head spin.
"Let's see if you can keep up," Scathach purred, her hands resting on your chest as she began to move. Her riding you was filthy, her movements steady and controlled as she took everything you had to give. Scathach didn't have a huge ass, she was lithe.
But goddamn. You still wanted to grab that ass and you did.
Scathach did not ride with passion. It was with centuries worth of understanding that she rode your cock. It was almost…scientific, if that made sense.
So you threw your hips up. You tried to counter. Scathach let out a little gasp and nothing else. She wasn't going to lose as easily as some of the others, it seemed.
"Mmm, you're bigger than I expected," Scathach murmured, her voice soft but laced with something darker. "And you know how to use it, too. A rare combination." Her pace quickened then, her thighs tightening around you as she rode you harder, faster. "Mmm…! Nngggh!"
You didn't give up though. Grabbing her ass cheeks, you kept thrusting up. You kept wanting to make her react. She kept peering down at you. She kept challenging you without speaking. The fact that she wasn't mocking you meant that she was already taking you seriously.
"Haaah! Nggghh! T-that's it! That's right! K-keep it going," Scathach said without sounding concerned or overwhelmed. "D-do your best! Hone that spear!"
She kept looking down. She kept sounding like a mentor.
Her long violet hair, flowing like silk, only highlighted the emotion in her sharp crimson eyes. She had the bearing of a queen, the mind of a warrior wanting challenge, and the physique of someone forged through endless training.
Her butt was no exception. It was the kind that made your breath hitch without meaning to. Firm and sculpted, shaped by years of combat and discipline, yet still heart-shaped and undeniably feminine. It wasn't oversized or exaggerated, but just the right balance: a toned, athletic roundness that filled out any bikini bottom or tight garment to perfection. When she moved, whether it was a deliberate stride or the subtle flex of her hips, the definition was clear—solid muscle layered under a supple curve.
It was the sort of figure that made you believe she could crush you in battle one moment, then make your knees weak the next just by turning around. In your case, you grabbed that butt and pounded into her cunt steadily. It was perfect. A steady pace that would make any other woman into a gasping mess. You weren't rocketing, you were choosing to carefully save for stamina for later.
You were right to do so as well.
It wasn't long before Scathahc began to lose her composure. Her breath hitched, her moans growing louder as she approached her own climax. ""No one… no one has ever made me feel like this," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "Y-you and this cock h-have pushed me—nngggh~!"
Her words sent a surge of pride through you, spurring you on as you thrust up into her, meeting her movements with equal fervor. She leaned forward then, her hands gripping your shoulders as she whispered in your ear, "Don't stop. Not until I—"
Your hands slid down Scathach's toned sides, gripping the curve of her ass with a hunger that surprised even you. And then wham!
You thrust.
Scathach orgasmed.
Her head tilted back and a lewd gasp left her lips. She seemed to praise something in her native language, an ancient form of Gaelic. You didn't understand it. You didn't have to. She was blessing your cock. Blessing you.
It wasn't like you wanted to stop but…
'F-fuck! Fuck! Her pussy! S-so tight!
So tight that you had to stop. Otherwise, you'd seem stupid trying.
You let her experience in full. The shaking of her head as she breathed and her curling toes, Scathach fully experienced those sensations until she finally calmed down.
Scathach let out a sharp, breathy laugh, her red eyes narrowing as she looked down at you. "Stopping right after I orgasmed? You're getting bold," she teased, though the way her hips rocked against yours betrayed her own need. She didn't seem to realize how tight her cunt got either. In some ways, this was new territory.
You didn't wait for permission. With a grunt, you slammed her down your cock. The loud clap of her ass meeting pelvis was obscene, and it only fueled your desire. She gasped, her head tilting back as you thrust into her harder for a second and third. "Ah—! "Y-you—!" she started, but her words were cut off by a moan that made your cock twitch inside her.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Her hands gripped your shoulders, her nails digging in as she tried to keep her composure. "You think you can just—ah!—take control like this?" she breathed, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound scornful. But you could feel her walls tightening around you, pulling you deeper with every stroke.
"I'm not thinking it," you replied. "I'm doing it."
Scathach was stunned. She seemed genuinely speechless. Then, with a smirk that didn't quite reach her eyes, she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. "Prove it," she whispered, her tone a challenge. She slammed down and tried to take over. "No spear has ever been beyond my reach."
Ha.
One hand stayed on her ass, squeezing tightly, while the other moved to her hip, holding her steady, and you stood up, taking Scathach up with you. She didn't get to wrap her legs around you because you started fucking her with recklessly.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
You made her gasp, whimper, and then clamp her own mouth.Scathach tried to keep up her facade, but it was crumbling fast. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and the way her body trembled told you she was close. "N-no… this isn't…!" she started, but another hard thrust shut her up, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.
"Admit it," you demanded. "Say it."
She orgasmed. Oh she did. Three, four, five times. She didn't tighten up the same as she did before, probably because of the chain reaction, but she would soon. You could feel it.
Scathach shook her head, her crimson hair falling around her face like a curtain. "I won't… I-I can't…!" she gasped, but her walls clenched around you so tightly it was almost painful.
But this time, you were actually ready for it.
"Yes, you can," you growled, slamming into her with enough force to make her cry out. "Say it, Scathach."
Her resistance broke with a shuddering gasp. "F-fine! It's—it's the best! The best I've ever had! T-this cock! This cockkk! IT'S MAKING ME CUMMM!!!"
You grinned, triumphant, but you weren't done yet. "Not just that," you said, your pace never slowing. "I want to hear you beg. This was a challenge, right?"
Her red eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked like she might argue. But then her pride crumbled entirely, and she let out a whimper that sent a jolt of electricity straight to your cock. "P-please… please don't stop," she begged, her voice weak and shaky. "I-I need it… I need you…"
"And?"
"Y-you win! Your cock won! I-I can't handle this spear!"
Wasn't so hard, was it?
This purple-haired Scottish baddie was hugging you. Arms and legs wrapped around you, wanting you to dick her down while standing. So you did. You redoubled your efforts, fucking her so hard the chair beneath you creaked in protest. The fucking was almost deafening, and Scathach's cries mingled with them in a symphony of pleasure.
"THA MI A' ORGASMADH! THA MI A' CUMMADH! THA AN COILEACH SEO GAM FHÀGAIL A' FAIREACHDAINN CHO MATH!"
In English, that would be: "I'M ORGASMING! I'M CUMMING! THIS COCK IS MAKING ME FEEL SO GOOD!"
"Want me to cum inside?"
Did she want a man to finally her up?
Yes.
Her walls clenched around you again. That was her acceptance, that yes, she did want this. "Y-you… you're going to—!" she started, but another wave of pleasure cut her off, and she threw her head back in ecstasy. "CUMMMMMM~!!!"
You weren't far behind. With a grunt, you buried yourself deep inside her and surged into her womb with hot, thick spurts of cum. Your balls and your lips but groan as you emptied yourself into her.
Remember, she did use her runes to bolster your balls. There was plenty to spill inside her.
When it was over, foreheads were touching. The two of you almost kissed but didn't because this wasn't about that. This was about the challenge. The need. The sex. A faint smirk spread despite how thoroughly you'd wrecked her.
"I can feel your spear is still rigid. Can I expect another round?"
You grinned, your hands still on her ass. "Definitely."