It'd Be Better If You Thrust Even Harder and Completely Broke Me♡
Even for a man this perverted alone, he was already the ideal master she'd always dreamed of — and he was younger than her, on top of that!
Sigrun had wanted nothing more than to throw herself at him with a honey-trap right then and there and beg him to make her his sow, but unfortunately, everything in this world came with a proper order of operations.
If she acted on every shameless, filthy thought that floated through her head, he'd only grow suspicious of her. So Sigrun put on the same face of a proper knightess she'd always shown the people of the territory and stepped before Grihamar, who was hard at work.
"You vile barbarian! I don't know what you're scheming, but your ambition ends today!"
"…Who are you?"
Ahh… that look — like he's genuinely asking me, [I really don't know you]!
She'd had intelligence that he often came down to Reinhardt Territory to sell meat, so she'd half expected him to recognize her face. But he clearly had zero interest in gathering information or scouting of any kind. Watching Grihamar gape at her with round, blank eyes, Sigrun smoothly delivered the lines she'd prepared.
"War? What the hell are you talking about?"
Naturally, Grihamar just stared back at her with a face full of pure bafflement.
A pervert who supposedly whips women's asses with a pig-herding crop, making that innocent expression…!
At the sight of it, Sigrun felt sticky juice pouring nonstop from between her legs. For a moment the urge to twist that face into pure lust and sadism aimed at her was so strong she nearly thought about stripping off her armor then and there and seducing him — plan be damned.
Calm down… the future of Frostheim rests on me and my pussy…!
She couldn't let a moment's lust ruin the greater cause. She'd already reported her plan to tame the barbarian with a honey-trap to her sister, Duchess Astrid, and after a long stretch of persuasion had even gotten her approval.
So Sigrun clamped down hard on her lower half — which was whining in a desperate voice for her to drop the armor, present her pussy, and assume the vulgar female-submission posture optimized for offering herself — and held it in check in the name of the greater good. Then she shouted at the barbarian before her as if he were truly despicable.
"Don't play dumb! How dare you seduce your simple-minded kin and try to light the spark of war in this peaceful age…!"
"What kind of crap are you spouting at a barbarian just trying to do honest work? Seriously, the crazy bitches I meet these days."
"H-huck…?! S-suddenly insulting me…! Just as I thought — you really are a wicked, perverted bastard!"
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S-see! Lipa Virna was right! Even if I'm a knight, cursing a woman out of nowhere the first time we meet… hnn, my pussy's so wet I can't stand it. M-my nipples are standing straight up too…♡
Of course the surprise verbal abuse that hit her masochistic instincts nearly made her collapse on the spot, but once again she smothered it with the greater good and drew her sword right there, shouting,
"A-anyway! Your wicked ambition ends today! This wild-boar farm — nothing more than a forge of malice fanning the flames of war — I will destroy it right he— gehk?!"
"Destroy what, you crazy bitch?!"
THWOOOOM—!!
But right then — from who knew where — it came. The moment she'd been trying to play the part of a "knightess with a severe misunderstanding about barbarians," Grihamar flew into a rage like a bull seeing red. Blue sparks crackled in his hand, and then a heavy impact slammed into her gut so hard she had no choice but to empty every last scrap of air from her lungs.
It happened so fast that any ordinary person would have blacked out without even knowing what hit them. But Sigrun, already at a superhuman level, saw it clearly.
A hammer — a war hammer…! The Thunder-clad Hammer… the legendary hammer passed down among the barbarians — it actually exists…!
As if answering its master's call, a hammer shot in from somewhere and slipped snugly into Grihamar's palm. And she herself was currently being launched through the air by that very hammer.
Flung across the snowfield by Grihamar, Sigrun watched him come running toward her in a flustered panic — a face that screamed ah, I did that without thinking — and even as her consciousness blurred, she kept up the act of not knowing.
"W-what was that hammer just now…?! Where the hell did it come from…?! Don't tell me the legend is true— thud."
And then she blacked out on cue.
Time passed, and when she came to again—
"Mm, you said you were gonna wreck the farm so I just reflexively swung on you. You okay?"
Sigrun shouted her prepared line at the barbarian looking down at her with worried eyes.
"Khh…! Violate me!"
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"I've heard that when barbarians capture a knightess, they turn her into a breeding slave who bears their children! So hurry up! Don't humiliate me any further — just violate me already!"
That was the moment her campaign for natural contact with Grihamar — and the honey-trap operation itself — raised the curtain on its grand, vulgar, and thoroughly filthy prologue.
"I definitely hit you in the stomach, so why's your head gone weird? Are you sure you're okay?"
"C-come on, violate me already♡ Do it like a barbarian — trample my virginity without mercy and get me pregnant♡"
"Mm, yeah, you're not okay. Maybe I should just shock you lightly? I heard knights are superhumans who can chop through boulders like nothing."
"Hm? What! Don't tell me you plan to shove that hammer inside me?! J-just as I thought, a pervert! But unfortunately my pussy can't take a hammer that big. So if you're going to put something in, make it your thick c— agyagyagyagyak?!"
And so time rolled on to the present.
Schlick-schlick-schlick—♡
"Nnghooooooook?! Oook?! Nnghhoooook?!"
"Say it again! Call it a diseased dick one more time, I dare you!"
After two full weeks of trial and error — clinging to him, shouting "If you beat me, you've more than earned the right to thoroughly violate and train me!" — Sigrun had finally succeeded in binding herself to her ideal master. Now she lay on the bed, squealing like a proper sow as Grihamar slammed his cock into her with enough force to wreck her pussy.
"Nnghhooooooook♡ I-I'm sorry for mouthing off♡ I'm sorry for calling it a diseased lump of a dick, ahhhh♡"
"If you're sorry, apologize with your pussy! Apologize!"
"That much I can't do♡ I can apologize with every other part of me, but with this nnghok♡ this trash pussy that's already cumming for the twenty-seventh time, a sincere apology is difficul— nghiiiiiik♡"
His cock just packed the inside of my pussy completely full♡
Of course, she'd used methods that were a disgrace to knighthood — inventing absurd slanders about him casting some kind of hex because she was so pissed that a pervert like him kept focusing only on farm work, and even taking hostages in the end. But then again, people always said it wasn't the one who won who was strong, but the one who survived.
Besides, this isn't Reinhardt Territory — this is the snowfield of Frostheim♡ A wild land where means and methods stop mattering♡
Anyway, having succeeded in binding herself to the perverted barbarian she'd always dreamed of — and a younger man, at that (important) — Sigrun was so happy she could go mad from the fullness of the hot male cock packing her pussy and the absurd satisfaction of being loved as a female. She panted roughly and said,
"Y-you bastard… doing something like thiiis♡ Trying to corrupt me into a sow with some wicked hex by wrecking my pussy with that vicious cock of yours♡ You think you can do this and walk away scot-freeee♡"
"You were just begging me to forgive you, and the second I give you a break your mouth starts running again?!"
"Nnghiiiiik♡ I-I will never break♡ This kind of cock doesn't feel good at aaaaall♡ If you want to corrupt me, it'd be better if you thrust even harder and completely broke meee♡"
"If it doesn't feel good at all, why is your pussy juice gushing out like this?!"
"Didn't I say it's because of the hex you put on me♡ Haaah♡ Anyway, it's the hex♡ Because of the hex my vaginal flesh and folds are celebrating around your cock on their own, pwooof♡"
Schluuuck—♡
And then, as the male's thick cock gently crushed her womb, Sigrun's stiffly standing clit convulsed and she came hard.
"Heh heh, you look real good like this. If I'd known it'd go this way, I should've just raped you the second we met."
"Ah…♡"
Looking up at the barbarian who was gazing down at her with lecherous eyes and spouting absolute nonsense, she pressed little kisses to his lips and said,
"I will never break♡ Just as they say a gentleman's revenge is never too late even after ten years — a sow's revenge is never too late even if it takes a lifetime♡ Even if I have to endure the humiliation of bearing something like thirty of your children, I will absolutely repay today's disgrace upon you and your cock♡ Together with the children I bear, I will— nngh, nnghoooook♡"
"That so? Hmm, then I probably shouldn't cum inside. You say you're gonna stab me with my own kids — how am I supposed to creampie you when I'm scared?"
"Ah♡ Cum inside me♡ H-here, I have a contraceptive magic tool♡ Knightesses like me carry magic tools so we can maintain safe days anytime, anywhere for condition management, so— nngh, nghiiiiik♡ s-semeeeeeen♡"
"What am I gonna do with this masochist sow bitch."
"Mmm♡ Y-you bastard♡ Who said you could k-kisssss…♡"
Byuuuuurrrrrt—♡
For someone who'd been wrecking her pussy like he meant to break it, what was with this sweetness at the end?
As Grihamar smirked down at her and poured a thick, hot load of cum into her womb as if refusing to leave a single gap unfilled, he parted her lips with that rough mouth of his and pushed his tongue inside. Sigrun wrapped her arms tightly around him.
I knew it — prophecies and the like are all just nonsense fortunetellers spout to make money♡ A barbarian like this, trampling the world? The only things this barbarian tramples are my pussy and my womb♡
It was thoroughly outrageous, but thanks to it she'd gotten to meet a barbarian this ideal, so she supposed she could specially forgive it.
Oook♡ More than that, my womb is getting stuffed full of cum again… hnnn♡ It's so lovely I could go mad♡ My husband♡ My man♡ My master♡
Filled to her ovaries with scorching seed and a barbarian kiss thick with affection for her, Sigrun snorted roughly through her nose and spoke to Grihamar, who was looking at her as if to ask what was wrong.
"Y-you bastard♡ Even if you do this, my heart will not breeeak♡ Someday I will absolutely take my revenge, so prepare yourself♡"
"Then I'd better corrupt you completely before that."
"Ah…♡"
Schlick—♡
Late into the night, the vulgar moans of a female in heat continued to ring out across the Frostheim snowfield, showing no sign of stopping.