More Merciful Than She Seems
The Inquisitor was more merciful than she appeared. She had been married off to a powerful local noble family as if she were little more than chattel. Her husband was gruff, violent, and rough in bed. Whenever she yielded to his desires in his massive arms until she was utterly spent, he would simply toss her aside on the bed once his lust was sated, as though that alone had fulfilled his purpose. She was miserable. Her marriage truly was wretched beyond words...
What comforted her was none other than the knight who had long served this household. He wiped away her tears as she wept and told her that the fault lay not with her, but with the lord. Day by day, she opened her heart to him. On this particular day, her husband had left the castle to go hunting. She wore a thin, comfortable white dress with nothing beneath it and lounged freely on the bed, savoring the rare moment of liberty. Whenever her husband was present, such disheveled attire would have earned her a sharp rebuke, so she felt wonderfully unburdened.
Creak.
The door opened, and a middle-aged knight with a dashing mustache stepped inside.
"Oh, Sir Rus. What brings you here?" she greeted him warmly, paying no mind to her own state of undress. He was the only person in this desolate castle she could rely on.
'As expected...'
Gulp!
Rus swallowed hard as his eyes swept over her body. Every time those ample breasts swayed freely beneath the white fabric, he fought the urge to grab and suckle them. Yet he restrained himself. Timing was everything when seducing a woman—especially a lonely one like her. With a little patience, he could mold and taste that voluptuous body however he pleased. Knowing this, Rus maintained his friendly smile and casually sat beside her.
Maintaining distance was crucial. How far would she allow him to approach? And how much closer could he push that boundary?
"I thought you might be lonely alone... so I came to keep you company."
When Rus spoke in his suggestive tone, she laughed pleasantly.
"Hehe, I was just getting bored. Shall I have the maids bring some refreshments?"
Seeing her delighted expression, Rus lightly stroked her plump, sensuous thigh.
'Good. At this distance...'
She was nearly his. If she accepted skinship this easily, her emotional barriers had already crumbled. In truth, she was practically stripped bare already—her actual attire wasn't far from that state.
'Today is the perfect opportunity.'
Rus smiled, realizing the moment to claim the fruit of his labor had finally arrived. How soft would the pale skin peeking through her disheveled dress feel? What about those supple thighs? And... how tightly would this innocent wife's depths grip him? The mere thought kept him hard. Imagining this naive noblewoman writhing beneath him on the bed made it impossible to calm down.
A sweet fragrance wafted from her noble body—a scent that tempted men. Yet she remained unaware of it herself. How pitiful. That was precisely why Rus intended to show her.
"My lady."
He would teach her what an excellent female she was.
"Ah..."
Meeting his heated gaze, she finally grasped the situation and blushed. Two people alone in a room with no one else around—even she wasn't so innocent as to misunderstand the implication. Her heart began to race with both fear and anticipation of the secret, forbidden act.
Their faces drew slowly closer. Rus pressed his lips lightly against hers at first. Gently. While caressing her luscious thighs, he naturally pulled her into his embrace.
"Ah..."
In that moment, her cherry-like lips parted naturally, and Rus seized the opening to slip his tongue inside and savor her. Warm and soft. She must have been eating sweets while alone—the sweetness of the pastries lingered on her tongue.
After that, everything proceeded smoothly. Before long, her easy-to-remove dress had been pulled down, exposing her ample breasts, and Rus's calloused hands freely fondled the soft mounds.
"Aah..."
Watching her flushed face as she let out a shy moan, he ended the long, beastly kiss and brought his tongue to the long-awaited nipple.
"Hnn! Not there..."
Her flustered reaction was adorable. While continuing to lavish attention on her breasts with his tongue, his hand began working to prepare her already-soaked entrance. When the startled Drina tried to stop him with her hand, Rus gently took it and whispered,
"It's all right. Just leave everything to me."
At his reassuring voice, her resisting hand relaxed.
"...Yes."
'Perfect!'
With her permission granted, he finished his preparations and thrust his member into her tight, clean passage.
"Hnn!"
Embracing her trembling body at the moment of penetration, he began moving his hips slowly.
Plap. Plap.
Watching her writhe in pleasure to the rhythm of his thrusts, Rus gazed at her slightly parted lips and claimed them without hesitation.
Slurp. Suck.
This time, as she responded properly, Rus continued his steady rhythm while feeling the vibration of her tongue.
'She's incredible. To think the master had been keeping such a fine woman all to himself?'
Rus thought to himself. What a selfish lord. Couldn't he have spared at least one brainless whore for a vassal who had served him over ten years? If the master wouldn't provide, then one had to take matters into one's own hands. With that thought, he thrust once more and released his seed deep inside her. He paid no mind to contraception. After all, even if she bore a child, who would know the true parent? He had heard of magic capable of determining such things, but high-ranking clergy capable of even basic spells rarely ventured to these remote borders.
"Ah..."
Still dazed, she accepted his release and clung tightly to him. Her soft breasts pressed against his muscular chest.
"My lady. Shall we go again?"
At Rus's words, Drina answered shyly, arms covering her ample bosom.
"Aah... I don't know."
After that, it was truly a time of indulgence. He tasted every inch of her body, and having once surrendered herself, she offered her flesh to him whenever the opportunity arose.
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"Y-you..."
And every moment of that scene was laid bare before everyone present. My father, Greg Abnaigel, ground his teeth with bloodshot eyes from rage. The knight Rus, facing that fury head-on, had gone deathly pale and trembled violently. Drina had collapsed to the ground in terror. The shame of her naked body being exposed seemed secondary to the fear of her sins being revealed.
Combining the information gleaned from the images, I spoke.
"I see. So you planned to turn in your lord, have her executed for heresy, and seize all the assets? It doesn't seem like she was in on it... but you calculated you could probably talk her into it, didn't you?"
No wonder the informant had been the knight Rus rather than the woman. So that was the reason. Well, if it had been any other Inquisitor, the situation might have turned out differently. If he had reported with such confidence, he must have prepared fabricated evidence. Perhaps the man was more shocked than anyone by the current turn of events. Of course, in the end, only punishment awaited him.
We Inquisitors did not punish people according to kingdom or imperial law. We believed only in the law handed down by the gods. We punished solely by divine law. The law of Yuno, the Goddess of Mercy, was the only law we upheld. According to that law, the woman's crime was adultery. The man's crimes were adultery and false accusation—false accusation against a god, no less. The sin was grave indeed.
Therefore, I delivered a light sentence. As an Inquisitor, I held the authority to pronounce judgment upon any heretic, even if that heretic were the Pope himself. In theory, at least.
"Both of you will be... burned at the stake. Shall I leave the execution to you?"
My verdict was the burning of two heretics. I asked my father in a flat tone, and the man who was now truly my father answered in a calm voice. He was no fool. He likely understood the true meaning behind my judgment.
"Take the woman. I will judge Rus according to our family's law."
"...Understood."
That man would not die cleanly. Watching my father drag him away by the hair as he begged for his life, I strode toward Drina, who remained frozen in fear, unable to even think of fleeing.
Step. Step.
At the sound of my footsteps, her body trembled more pitifully.
"Hmm..."
Grab.
Reaching her, I seized her lustrous brown hair without hesitation and began dragging her along. No one moved to stop me. Everyone had witnessed her infidelity clearly. The men... well, their postures had grown somewhat awkward, but I had no intention of commenting on a natural physiological response. Our Goddess Yuno was merciful. She would understand such minor bodily reactions.
"...Am I going to die?"
How far had I dragged her? Now that we were some distance from the castle, she asked with a resigned expression.
"Yes. Drina Abnaigel dies today. Without fail."
I affirmed it in a flat tone. Drina Abnaigel would indeed die today. That was an unchanging truth.