Chapter 25: Giving the Lying Knight a Real Lesson (3)
Breasts. In this society, they were the most important body part for women. They represented the body itself—conveying presence and intimidation, the allure to seduce men... and, most crucially, the ability to nurture children.
‘W-with her breasts, that thing...’
The demand she faced for the first time in her life, to envelop such a visibly monstrous cock with those breasts, stirred a whirlwind of thoughts in the inexperienced Martina.
Physical contact was inevitable in sex between men and women, but was it really okay to use a woman's breasts like that?
"Is this troubling you by any chance?"
His words, prodding at her inner conflict, made Martina force a smile as she closed the distance to Adrian, who sat on the bed.
"N-no? Not troubling at all."
"Ah, okay. Then... please."
No sooner had she approached than his cock stood even more rigidly at attention. Martina stared at it tensely, then knelt down, directing her breasts toward his member. The two mounds of flesh, encased in stockings, enveloped it.
‘It... touched...’
The man's cock was touching her body. No—enveloping it with her own breasts. As that reality sank in, Martina felt her heart pounding harder and harder.
She'd probably only felt her heart race like this when facing a ferocious mega-beast.
"L-like this?"
Worried she might have messed up, she asked, and he replied in an exhilarated voice.
"Y-yeah. Perfect. Just move like that."
"M-move?"
"Yeah, slowly up and down."
Rubbing his cock with her breasts. Did men really like such depraved acts? No, if she showed confusion now, he might realize she was a virgin. Pretending bravado, Martina forced a laugh.
"Heh, hahaha. Getting this hard... Guess my body's pretty damn irresistible, huh?"
"Y-yeah. Probably the most alluring woman I've ever seen."
"O-of course it is. Do you even know who you're dealing with?"
Stroke, stroke. Her stocking-clad tits began sliding up and down his shaft. Seeing the glans twitch in response, Martina smirked playfully, narrowing her eyes at him.
"You should feel damn lucky. Not many guys get a woman like me doing this much."
"Y-yeah. Not many men have experienced—wait, didn't you say you had a lot of experience, Martina?"
"N-no, I mean... it's just a figure of speech. Just take it as is!"
She snapped hastily, pressing her breasts harder. His back arched slightly as the sensitive spots were stimulated, and soon his hand rested on her head.
"Wh-what the hell? Don't get cocky..."
"S-sorry, but... with your mouth too..."
"What?"
"Could you... do it with your mouth too?"
With her mouth? She blinked, not grasping it at first, then directed her wide eyes to his cock nestled between her ample breasts. The tip protruded, unable to be fully contained. Realizing he wanted her to take that in her mouth, Martina's mind went blank.
‘W-with my mouth? Suck this with my mouth?’
Was this another act in man-woman intercourse? Confusion swirled, but voicing doubts now would mean admitting her inexperience. Her pride wouldn't allow it.
"F-fine. I'll do it."
Reluctantly, she brought her mouth to his cock. But revulsion kept her from taking it in fully; she only flicked her tongue lightly over the glans.
A timid caress, at best. Anxious he might notice her hesitation, she ramped up her tongue's movements, then parted her lips to envelop the head.
"Mmph, mmf..."
Shaft with breasts, tip with mouth. Stimulating his entire cock like this made it throb with explosive vigor, more than before.
What would happen now? Despite vague fear, she continued, and soon he straightened his hips, tensing his lower body.
"I-I'm at my limit. Gonna cum, Martina!"
"M-mmf!?"
She understood too late—horror dawning as it happened.
-Splurt, spluuurt.
His cock erupted, spewing vast amounts of fluid. Martina, taking it in her mouth, held her breath, every nerve focused on the sensation sliding down her throat.
Sticky, fishy-smelling white mucus. Only after swallowing enough to breathe did she pull away, scowling at him.
"C-cough. You... suddenly...!"
"Uwaaaah, sorry! Y-your caress felt too good, I couldn't hold it."
Adrian apologized, realizing his blunder. Martina was annoyed at the abrupt accident, but seeing him flinch softened her resolve. Men deserved women's protection, and lashing out emotionally wasn't ladylike.
And above all...
‘He... came from my body?’
Yes, ejaculation meant intense pleasure. It signified she'd fulfilled her role as a woman—a huge comfort to her underlying anxiety.
"Hmph. Don't freak out suddenly. Someone might think I'm bullying you."
Yes, she was doing well. Relieved, Martina calmed her fluttering heart and warned him.
"But no more surprise shots next time. Even I have limits to my generosity."
"Y-yeah. Next time too..."
He looked relieved at her forgiveness, then asked curiously, puzzled.
"‘Next time’ means... you'll do it again, right?"
Next time? What else was there? Martina's dazed mind cleared as her gaze fell on his cock—still rock-hard despite cumming once. He wasn't satisfied yet.
And sex between man and woman couldn't end with just foreplay.
-Gulp.
Throat dry, she swallowed, placed her hand on his chest, and pushed lightly.
"Martina?"
"...Lie down."
"Lie down...?"
"It's natural for the woman to lead, so just stay still."
Whoosh—Adrian's body settled softly onto the bed. Martina straddled him, her pussy poised above his upright cock. She pressed at her crotch.
Riiip—the stockings tore with a sound. From the exposed slit, juices flowed, humidifying the air with heat.
‘This feeling... nothing like doing it alone...’
Her growing arousal transmitted from her to him as her scorching pussy met his cock.
Yes, just a little more movement, and it'd enter her. The glans parting her virgin walls, claiming her purity.
"Heh, hehehe..."
Facing that moment, fear and joy coexisted in her heart. Fear of her first time with a man. Joy that she, who'd devoted her life to knighthood, was finally becoming a woman.
It started accidentally, but she'd take the man she'd longed for into her body.
"Watch closely. I'll teach you what it means for me to be a woman..."
Steadying her shaking pride, she spread her pussy against his cock and lowered her hips, taking him in.
His slick shaft slid slowly along her wet walls... then hit an obstruction.
‘It's... really happening...’
Grinding her teeth through the piercing pain, she forced it through with sheer will, fully sheathing him.
-Squish!
Her body met his hips, the intruding cock sending shivers through her entire frame. First impression: pain. Shoving a grotesque thing into an untouched hole was inevitable.
‘I... did it.’
But that pain meant she'd become a woman. As triumph swelled, he looked at their union in shock.
"M-Martina... there's blood."
Drip, drip. Blood mixed with fluids trickled from her slit. Realizing what it meant, she shouted desperately.
"I-it's normal!"
"Normal...?"
"Y-yeah. Your cock's ridiculously huge, so... Aish. It's been so long since I took something this big, the insides tore a bit!"
A lie. But it'd pass as inexperience. It had to.
"Ah, I see."
Desperate for his reaction, Adrian gave it: exactly what she hoped.
"Sorry. My cock's too big..."
"N-no? No need to apologize. J-just been a while, not used to it."
Her lie seemed to land. Gaining confidence, Martina placed her hands softly on him and rocked her hips.
"So, you just stay still. I'll take responsibility, with all my experience..."
-Squelch.
Hips moving, friction against her walls. The sensation alone electrified her body. Even this simple act dwarfed fingering her clit.
"Nngh... haaah."
Emboldened, she sped up. Awkward at first, her movements were textbook-precise from self-study. Gaining fluidity built her confidence; swallowing moans, she tossed out a question.
"H-how's it... f-feel good...?"
Swallowing worries if she was doing it right.
"My body... feel good?"
Hoping sincerely for his satisfaction, he answered in a trembling voice.
"Y-yeah. Feels great... really..."
"Heh, hehehe. O-of course. Who do you think's riding you?"
-Squelch, squelch!
Her heated flesh intensified the friction. Pleasure building, her body quivered; she pressed down harder, dominating him.
"Go on, don't hold back—cum right now."
"C-can I cum inside?"
"Worried I'll get pregnant or something?"
Men making women bear children imposed heavy responsibility. Even if accidental, a kid now might bind them for life.
"Don't worry, who do you think I am..."
But with the man who'd taken her virginity... maybe forever together wouldn't be bad. That vague thought tightened her walls around him like a vice.
"If by some chance I do get pregnant, I'll take responsibility—so cum without worry."
"Y-yeah! Here it comes! In Martina's pussy...!"
Shouting like a battle cry, he gripped her hips. As she sank down, his cock erupted again.
-Splurt, spluuurt.
The fluid signaling climax filled her depths, coating walls, seeping toward her womb as if to impregnate.
"Ooooh~♥"
Overwhelmed, Martina climaxed, shuddering before pulling off and collapsing beside him. Blood, fluids, and semen stained the sheets. Staring at the mess, she smirked with satisfaction.
‘I... really did it.’
She'd never imagined sex with a man, yet here she was, united with one. It brought deeper pleasure than any moment in her life—and awakened a sense of duty.
If his seed took root, her life would be for her lord and him.
‘Not bad. Becoming a mom...’
Smiling faintly at that future, she turned to him, color returning to her vision. He wore a strange expression, afterglow or something else.
"Y-you okay?"
Worried he feared the consequences. Maybe she needed to comfort him. But his reply came firm, unlike his prior timidity.
"No. Not okay at all."
"Your bitchy bluffing's wearing thin."
"What? What the..."
-Thwack!
Before she processed, he shoved her onto the bed. Grabbing and pinning her hands, malice in his eyes. Furious, she snarled.
"What the fuck are you...!"
"Shut up and spread your pussy, you bitch. You've been teasing ambiguously, leaving me blue-balled. That's why my dick won't go down."
"Wh-what the..."
-Throb.
Before she could speak, his cock stiffened again—but fiercer now. No longer just erect; it pulsed like a spear forged to impale.
"What are you gonna do!"
Sensing danger, he positioned to thrust as he answered.
"What else? Teach you real sex. Clench that pussy—I'm going in again, bitch."
"W-wait! Why the attitude change? Explain what's..."
-Thrust!!
"Nnghooooooh~~~~~~♥♥♥!!"
Martina's back arched like a bow.