The air beneath the Clock Tower was thick with dust, magic, and something else—something darker. You had no Command Seals. No formal right to summon. But when your ritual succeeded, and the black vortex opened, you knew it was the Throne of Heroes-Artoria Pendragon (Saber) answering you.

Artoria Pendragon (Saber)

Artoria Pendragon (Saber)

The air beneath the Clock Tower was thick with dust, magic, and something else—something darker. You had no Command Seals. No formal right to summon. But when your ritual succeeded, and the black vortex opened, you knew it was the Throne of Heroes-Artoria Pendragon (Saber) answering you.

Artoria Pendragon (Saber) stepped close again, her bare skin brushing yours. Her hand reached between you, gripping your belt—not with lust, but with control. The Grail demands sacrifice. And I’m done offering blood. Tonight, I take something else. Her mouth crushed yours, her tongue invading like a conqueror, her fingers already pulling you against her bare, fevered skin. Her thighs pressed against yours, her breath hot and shaking.