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The holy knight was brought to an unfamiliar castle. For the month that followed, the woman never appeared. It was as if he had returned to those quiet days before he became a knight: sword practice every morning, books every afternoon, and now and then a thought of the black-eyed woman. Day after day passed like that.
Then, one day, a lavish carriage brought the woman back to the castle. A black, intricately worked court gown wrapped her lush, finely curved body; the wide sweep of the skirt only made her slender waist look more delicately small. Her ink-dark hair fell nearly to the ground, and a finely wrought, crystal-clear crown rested on her head. Behind her trailed several male nobles, fawning extravagantly. Only when she went upstairs and entered her room did they leave, sullen and disappointed.
The holy knight stood at the window and watched from afar. Then he turned away and went back to his book.
The woman who had returned to the palace seemed to have forgotten him entirely—until one night, without warning, she sent a servant to summon him.
In the dim room the knight stood behind the black-eyed woman. Directly before them, in the only bright pool of light, a scene was unfolding that set the blood racing.
Under the lamplight, a powerfully built man, naked, every muscle knotted, pinned a young maid beneath him. One rough palm clamped hard around a full breast, kneading the soft flesh until it looked ready to burst. His other hand reached into the thicket between her thighs, rubbing the petals hard, then pressed two fingers together and drove them into the slick opening, thrusting fast. Wet sounds rose—plop, plop—while the maid’s face flushed deep red and she moaned and struggled.
Before long a wide patch of the carpet was soaked with her nectar. The terrifying black-purple shaft between the man’s legs rubbed along her snow-white thighs, prodding blindly at her sex wherever her fluids had spilled. He drew his fingers out of her, wet the head of his cock at her entrance, lined it up with the warm flower, and drove the whole length in with one brutal thrust. The maid screamed in pain and clawed several bloody lines across his body. He slapped her pale, tender backside twice, told her to relax, and began to thrust slowly.
He was thoroughly experienced. At first he moved in a measured rhythm—nine shallow strokes, then one deep—until her tight passage had adjusted to his size and she began to twist her hips and grind against him. Only then did he start pounding in earnest, burying himself to the root and pulling all the way out again. The room filled with the slap of flesh on flesh.
Each thrust jolted the maid forward. Her round breasts quivered into tempting waves with every impact. As if the position were not deep enough, he turned her, still joined to him, onto her knees, then drove hard into her from behind. In only a few strokes the huge head punched through into her womb. She cried out at the top of her voice, her inner walls clamping tight around the massive thing inside her.
At some point his gaze left the maid beneath him and shifted to the black-eyed woman sitting in the dark. His eyes burned with lewd hunger. He imagined that the noble woman seated in the shadows was the one pinned under him. The more he imagined it, the more savage his movements became. His huge cock slammed into the tender wall of the maid’s womb as if he meant to drive straight through her.
The maid had already been fucked into a daze. Only her body’s instinct remained. She swayed her full hips to meet the wild thrusts from behind. A few more brutal stabs, and the thick shaft buried itself deep in her womb as white heat burst out of him. She screamed once, reached her limit, went limp, and fainted. His cock kept spurting inside her. Her lower belly swelled slightly, stuffed full of semen.
The black-eyed woman—Princess Natasha—rested her chin on one hand and sat there quietly, her face showing nothing.
The man pulled the huge thing out of the woman’s body. White seed mixed with honey dripped from his cock onto the carpet in a lewd smear. Naked, his knotted muscles gleaming, he advanced on the princess step by step. His eyes, thick with lust, looked at her the way a hunter looks at prey. The enormous body that stopped before her was like a mountain, heavy with pressure. He dropped to one knee, cupped one small foot in his big palm, and slipped off the shoe. Against that rough hand, the tender white foot looked even more delicate.
A sudden chill ran down the princess’s back. Killing intent.
The fine feel of her skin in his huge palm, and the fact that the princess did not stop him—her silent permission—sent a wild joy through him. He bent and kissed the soft jade foot, then grew bolder still, opening his mouth to lick the pink sole. A light tremor ran through the princess’s whole body. Seeing her reaction, his courage swelled. His tongue traveled up the tender foot. A soft, alluring woman’s moan—“Ah…”—made the huge thing between his legs stand again. The hideous black-purple cock swelled slowly, an presence impossible to ignore.
The gorgeous skirt was pushed up her thighs. The muscle-bound man cradled her pale legs and licked them madly, his breathing growing heavier, until he was about to reach the root of her thigh. Suddenly a longsword stabbed into the floor between his legs.
The knight’s voice, thick with the will to kill, came from above his head. “If you want to keep it, leave. Now.” As he spoke, the blade pressed closer to the man’s cock. Cold sweat broke out all over the big man. His shaft went soft. Still kneeling, he shuffled back two steps and was just about to rise when the voice overhead spoke again. “Take the maid with you.”
After the door closed, the princess crossed her legs and lifted one pale thigh, letting the skirt slide even farther toward the join of her legs. She looked at the knight with a deliberately blank face. The knight walked up to her, his expression dark, and stared down at her from above. Then he bent slightly, bracing both hands on either side of her. His deep blue eyes burned with fierce longing. His voice was hoarse as he begged, “May I take his place, my lady?”
Before the princess could answer, he was already kissing her ear and the side of her neck between rough breaths. Male heat poured over her sensitive, tender skin. A flush spread across her face at once. Her black eyes half-opened, bewitching and full of feeling, and in her heart she hungered for more.
A large palm covered the side of her neck. The rough hand learned the feel of her fine, smooth skin, stroking back and forth as it moved slowly downward, over the round of her fragrant shoulder and the delicate line of her collarbone. Everywhere the palm passed, a tingling sweetness rose under her snow-white skin. It itched at her heart until she could not bear it, and her breathing would not stay steady.
His palm gradually covered the two full swells. Startled by the softness under his hand, he slipped his fingers inside her bodice and drew out the whole soft, abundant weight, fondling it as if he could not let go, kneading her breasts into moving waves. He held both high peaks in his hands. A flutter she had never known rose in the princess’s chest, as if he had taken hold of her heart itself.
“Ah…” He suddenly took her breast into his mouth, and a moan broke from her. His lips and tongue circled the peak without stopping. He opened his mouth around the tip and sucked hard until it was swollen and red with blood, and only then did he let it go. Licked and teased until her whole body went weak, the princess felt drops of love-honey spill from between her legs.
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Rough fingers slid tight against her skin into the seam of her crossed legs, pressing inward inch by inch until they reached her center and touched a pool of wetness.
“So wet…” The sexy voice, rough with breath, poured against the princess’s ear. The sensitive root of her ear burned red at once. A wave of sweetness ran through her body, and more nectar spilled from below. He parted her crossed thighs, kissed the pale flesh of her backside, and nibbled lightly. When his tongue reached the rear entrance hidden in the cleft, the body under his palm shuddered hard. “Ah! Not there… don’t…” the princess cried, her face full of alarm.
The man opened his mouth over her flower and sucked hard. From time to time his tongue licked up and down the fine slit, caught it, and drew on it fiercely. The tip of his tongue circled the opening but would not go in, tormenting her until desire burned her alive. She gasped in great breaths and could not stop moaning. His sexy male voice asked, hoarse, “Not here either…?”
“Ah!… Give it to me…” As she spoke she spread her legs wider. The tender, wet petals opened and closed, and her pale hips twisted without rest.
The knight undid his trousers and drew out his thick cock, circling and grinding it at the mouth of her sex. Stream after stream of honey ran from the opening onto his shaft, and still more dripped onto the carpet, forming a wet patch. Little by little he forced the head in between the petals, holding his desire in check as he pushed slowly, inch by inch, into the warm, narrow passage.
The emptiness growing inside her made the slow torment unbearable. She stretched her legs behind him, hooked them around his narrow hips, and pulled hard. The thick cock sank into her all the way. At the same moment a tearing pain made her curl in on herself. Tears glittered at the corners of her eyes.
“Hss—so tight…” His cock was locked inside her, and her tender legs clamped his waist so hard he could not move. Desire with nowhere to go brought a thin sheen of sweat over his whole body. Even so, he kissed her tears away with care, held her gently close, and stayed perfectly still, waiting for her to grow used to him.
After a long while she shifted her hips. The soft flesh inside her moved like many little mouths, writhing and biting down on his cock. Only then did he begin to thrust, slowly.
His long male body braced above her. His tight, narrow hips kept driving into her. She arched her slim waist and rolled her full hips so he could go deeper. Her two pale legs crossed and wound around his waist, joining them even more tightly. His cock changed angles inside her, searching everywhere. When he struck a certain soft place, she cried out—“Ah…”—and after that he stabbed that spot even harder. Her body rocked violently under the thrusts, as if he meant to drive straight through her.
The room echoed with the slap of their bodies, with heavy breathing and thin, sharp moans. His thick cock rubbed fast against her inner flesh. Her passage grew hotter and hotter. The opening was slick, honey spilling everywhere. The huge head kept punching into the mouth of her womb, pulling out, punching in again. Fierce pleasure swept through her. All of her tender white skin flushed pink. She lay beneath him with spring in her eyes, each moan higher than the last. “Ah… I’m going to… mm… gentler… ah…”
He felt her walls tighten ring by ring around his cock, and a flood of her essence poured over the head. Knowing she had reached her limit, he stabbed hard a few more times, then drove deep into her womb. His seed shot out, scalding the walls, filling her completely. From the place where the princess and he were still joined, white turbidity streaked with threads of blood spilled out.
Still connected, he carried her limp, exhausted body to the bed and began another round of piston-like motion.
From that day on he had one more duty—warming the princess’s bed. No holidays, no days off, on call twenty-four hours a day. QAQ… The princess’s plan to throw herself at the holy knight had succeeded spectacularly. She was terribly afraid he might fuck himself to death…
Our upright, single-minded knight took the work very seriously, and with great enthusiasm. He not only researched and developed all sorts of positions to heighten their pleasure, but also, clever with his hands, made a few little toys, so that the princess’s life became very “sex”-cessfully blissful. The two of them were inseparable every day, stuck together like glue, for all the world a pair of newlyweds.
Yet that happy, ordinary life was only the calm before the storm. Afterward, their world was turned upside down.
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In the year 563 of the continent, civil war broke out in the enemy kingdom.
The next year, the king was forced to announce that he was giving up the throne. The entire royal house was exiled together. The Twin Black Princesses were sentenced to death by fire, to be carried out in three days.
Three days later the execution ground was packed so tight that not a drop of water could have leaked through. Rumor said the Twin Black demon princesses would be burned today. A sight not seen in a hundred years. Did a demon princess have three heads and six arms, a green face and fangs? Or evil magic, and the power to drive the skeletons of the dead? No one could miss it today. Executing a demon—such a thing had never happened on the continent.
On the great platform, a petite woman in prison clothes was bound to the stake. Her ink-black hair shone like fine black silk, making her skin look even whiter. Her black eyes stared at the ground without moving.
Eh? A gasp of surprise burst from the crowd. How was this a woman? Where was the terrifying demon they had been promised? What a cheat…
The fire burned fiercely. Her father the king and the royal kin were forced to watch from below. Some of the royals were even seeing her for the first time. For someone like her, today might be a kind of release. Perhaps she should never have come into this world at all. She let out a long sigh, slowly closed her eyes, and waited for the flames to swallow her.
Suddenly the crowd stirred. A shadow lunged toward the pyre. Silver armor caked with mud and mixed with blood broke into her sight. A familiar voice sounded at her ear. “Forgive me, my lady. I came late.” Her pitch-black eyes stared without blinking at the blood-soaked knight before her. After a long moment she closed them, sour and aching, and a single tear slid from the corner of her eye…
The holy knight cut the ropes, swept the princess into his arms, and charged down from the platform. He did not know that a great mass of soldiers had already closed in below, surrounding the two of them completely.
He kept the princess behind him and stabbed at the soldiers who came to kill, trying to cut a bloody path—at least to get her out safely. But how could one man’s strength overcome soldiers who kept pouring in without end? The wounds on the knight multiplied. His silver-white armor looked as if it had been dyed in blood.
“Enough!… Stop… all of you, stop…” the princess screamed. She rushed in front of the knight and shielded him in her arms, clutching the person against her chest as she broke into sobs. The holy knight gripped his longsword, gasping hard, eyes fixed warily on the soldiers swarming around them.
“Get the princess back up on the pyre!” the executioner ordered the soldiers nearby. The holy knight looked ready to step forward and cut them down again.
“Let me take her place.” The former king said it loudly to the executioner.
He turned to look at her, his voice choked. “Think of it as the last gift I leave you, Natasha. Live well…”
He looked at the princess once more, deeply, then turned and walked into the great fire, until his whole figure vanished in the sea of flame.
“Father…” Tears would not stop. No matter how she wiped her face, the tears would not dry.
In the year 564 of the continent, the former princess’s sentence of death by fire was changed to the loss of her freedom for life. She was imprisoned forever in a desolate ancient tower.
One day in the ancient tower.
“My lady…”
Slap, slap, slap.
“…Mm… don’t… ah!… you’ll kill me… ngh…”
Slap, slap, slap.
“My lady, you still owe me thirty times…”
Slap, slap, slap.
“Ah!… No, just let me die… QAQ”
The End.