Until Knight Amelie Betrays Everything (5)
The inn where our group was staying was always guarded by at least two heroes on rotating shifts. Today's watch was mine and Elahe's.
Elahe, the hero of the Holy Kingdom and princess of the vast desert realm of Contreso Holy Kingdom, flashed a confident smile, her bronze skin gleaming in the open air.
"Well, as long as I'm guarding it, this inn won't take a single scratch."
"You seem to like the place."
"Of course. The merchant leader did a fine job."
As we chatted idly, a heavy thud of footsteps echoed from beyond the swamp.
"Something's coming."
"Hmph, I'll handle it."
She stepped casually onto the air itself, rising to a vantage point where the monster was clearly visible. Spreading her palm, she channeled mana and slammed it through the empty space with tremendous force.
At that instant, blood erupted from the monster's body. The black beast charging toward the camp on its six legs didn't even reach the inn before tumbling over. Each time her fist struck from afar, ignoring distance with overwhelming pressure, one of its legs tore clean off.
In stark contrast to the beast bleeding from every orifice, her own fist was spotless. A true long-range fist master, toying with her foe from safety.
"Heh, this land has plenty of opponents to entertain me. Quite fun."
"You're brimming with composure."
"What else? They're just amusing distractions. Nothing that threatens me."
She made no secret of her pride in her own strength. In the tongue of her desert realm, repeating a word was emphasis. Where the strong were called "rahan," she had long been "rahan-rahan"—strongest among the strong. Known far and wide as the invincible goddess, she more than lived up to the title.
"Decent enough to wring some satisfaction from. Wake me if another shows up."
With that, she closed her eyes peacefully and drifted into a deep snore.
Leaving the sleeping princess behind, I focused on honing my Word Spirit. Soon, the next shift—Bella and the magic tower lord—arrived.
"Yaaawn... Leon... you worked through dawn. Good job."
"..."
The tower lord, still groggy with sleep, shuffled over with half-lidded eyes.
After handing off to the next pair, we returned to our rooms. Before parting, Elahe tossed me a casual offer.
"Feels like something's missing. Sleepless night ahead. Care for a spar?"
"Haha, appreciate it, but I've got prior plans tonight."
"Tch, not every day you get to cross fists with me. Don't you know how rare that is?"
Grumbling like she craved the thrill of violence, she pressed.
"Oh, Amelie's been skipping the training grounds lately. Any idea why?"
"Busy with personal training, it seems."
"Hmph. Guess I'll check her progress myself later."
She trudged off to her room, muttering. 'Her idea of training's a bit different from what you think.' I headed to mine too, a faint smile playing on my lips.
Opening the door, a lewd humidity filled the room. Not the chill night air, but a hot, body-warm haze. Amelie Grace, first sword of Emor Kingdom, lay on my bed... training to become a whore knight.
"Master♥ You're here♥"
Like a loyal pup, she'd heard me coming and greeted me at the door.
"Did you work hard on the homework I gave you?"
"Yes... To become an excellent whore knight, I huffed down tons of aphrodisiac mist and poked my pussy diligently♥"
"Excellent. How many times did you cum today?"
"Uh, well... eleven... *Hngh♥* No, twelve now..."
Having declared herself a whore knight, her earnest resolve to not half-ass it was stabilizing the brainwashing. Believing the twisted lore of whore knights wholeheartedly, she methodically cleared away anything hindering her path—just as she had when becoming a knight.
Memorizing sword styles from knight orders across nations, she now practiced vulgar, filthy sex slang. Overcoming fear in sword drills, she conquered her shame and disgust at lewd acts.
There was reason to her grueling transformation from mere knight to whore knight. Two rational motives, one personal whim.
First: Turning her into a pleasure slave was key before she'd ever switch lords. Betrayal of loyalty was every knight's ultimate taboo—especially for devoted Amelie. Redirecting her bloated patriotism all at once? Near impossible. So I was still master of her whore knight self, not lord of Knight Amelie.
Second: Ignorant of sex, she'd embrace lewd "training" if framed right. To enslave her to pleasure without resistance, link whore acts to her noble, loyal knight image. Make whore knight training equal to knightly drills—nay, more urgent, since it'd lagged behind. Stoke her emotions high.
Third, personal: I just wanted to. Craved seeing the noble knight turn cock-hungry slut. Losing my original body birthed side effects—irresistible urges to bend others to my will, insatiable and endless.
'Eh, over half my drive now is pure impulse.' Whatever. Reasons aside, she was perfectly "complete."
Her body, self-trained to whore knight perfection, was lewdly developed beyond virgin belief.
"Master, I think...♥ You could take my virginity tonight...♥"
She spread her fingers in a V, proudly displaying her hymen like a trophy. The pink symbol of purity matching her hair winked invitingly.
...Looks like tonight's the day Knight Amelie Grace switches lords.
"How's it feel?"
"Y-Young master...? Do you really have to record it...? What if someone sees... I'm Emor Kingdom's face..."
Shame lingering, she blushed at my proposal to film her deflowering.
"Just for me."
Teasing her aphrodisiac-swollen nipples melted her feeble protest.
"Hngh...♥ Hah, hek... hngh...♥ O-Okay... got it...♥"
"How's it feel now?"
"It...♥ Feels like taking my first step as a whore knight... heart's pounding so hard...♥"
"Then, don't you have something to say first?"
Blank for a beat, she realized and apologized.
"Sorry, I'm still so unskilled as a whore knight..."
Fumbling like reciting lessons, eyes rolling, she stammered her line.
"P-Please let this horny-pussy virgin serve Master's cock with her mouth-pussy♥"
Finishing the shameful script, she kissed my toes naked, begging permission to service my cock, debasing herself utterly. The thrill of a haughty knight at my feet, I nodded.
Her permission granted, she gently gripped the shaft. Cool hands brought refreshing pleasure. The hand once for swords now clumsily caressed my cock.
"M-Mmm... Here I go...♥"
Fresh-faced, soft lips massaged from base to tip.
"Chuu, smooch, chuuu♥"
One hand busy pleasuring herself, she sniffed deeply, kissing every inch to memorize with her lips.
"Chuu, smooch♥ Lick lick♥"
Slathering precum on her palm, she polished the glans glossy with her tongue.
"Hngh♥ Mmph...♥ ...Hngh...♥"
Deep-throating as if begging to pierce her hymen, she lubed the shaft thoroughly.
"Mmph...♥ Pwah♥ Master's real thing is...♥ So big...♥"
Like tending her beloved sword, she lavished care everywhere, showing her self-study results. Adoring the cock, she served diligently for my pleasure.
Finishing oral, she pushed me onto the bed beneath her.
"Master, just lie back...♥ I'll make you feel good as a whore knight...♥"
I praised her boldness for cowgirl deflowering. Rubbing her labia to coat my cock in juices, she inhaled deeply, straddled my waist. Her thighs and my belly formed an isosceles triangle—my cock piercing its heart.
Her hymen crushed against the glans, moments from tearing. Loosening would rip it instantly.
"Hngh...♥ Here...♥ I gooo...♥"
With anxious release of tension, the thin membrane tore.
"Hahk...! Hngh...! Hn...!"
In her painful rupture, I amplified her emotions. Drawing from memories: joy of first tournament win, pride of knighthood, village cheers after her debut subjugation. Linking knightly positives to now, I made this whore knight debut eclipse them all.
"My head's... sparkling..."
"Good girl, Amelie."
"Hngh... hek... D-Did I do well?"
"Perfect score."
"...Thank goodness...♥"
Legs limp, she could only twitch atop me, but her heart brimmed with fulfillment.
'...Can't stop at achievement joy.' It had to end in greater ecstasy. Tonight must be "unforgettable," "die-for-bliss," "happiest ever"—enough to discard her kingdom's honor and loyalty.
Feeling her insides adapt, I began slow hip thrusts.
"Hngh...♥ Hek...♥"
To melt Knight Amelie's ego in pleasure.