The Birth of a Sword Master and the Fall of a Female

Adelia's vision swayed dizzily as she was flung onto the mattress.

Shreds of her torn leather undergarments scattered through the air, and the two massive breasts her steel breastplate had been suppressing bounced up shamelessly, unable to resist the recoil. The heavy cleavage heaved by breasts as large as a man's head, and her pink nipples—flushed and standing stiff—glistened brazenly in the morning light spilling into the bedchamber.

"N-No...! Hah! Don't look... don't look at me, Young Master...!"

Adelia crossed her trembling arms, squirming desperately to hide her chest.

She had lived her entire life in the biting wind of battlefields, carrying nothing but a knight's pride. That proud female knight who had never once knelt before any enemy was now being laid utterly bare before the household's most notorious degenerate, exposed like a stripped sow. Shame and humiliation reddened the rims of her eyes, and clear teardrops slid down along her temples.

But to Cassian, Adelia's pathetic shame was nothing more than the finest seasoning.

"Cover it? Cover what? You're my personal guard, aren't you? Isn't committing every inch of your body to your lord's memory part of a guard's duty?"

Cassian ruthlessly snatched up her slender ankles and spread them wide apart.

"Hck...! L-Let go of me...!"

Riiip!

Adelia thrashed desperately, trying to squeeze her legs shut, but Cassian's rough hands made short work of her trousers and thin underclothes, tearing them away in an instant and sending them fluttering down to the marble floor. Her secret place—dazzling as pristine white porcelain, never once touched by a man's hand—was bared wide and defenseless to the open air.

A voluptuous pelvis flowing in a smooth line down from her waspish waist, and the tender flesh of her inner thighs, so white and springy it could hold any man's gaze captive. Her petals, prettily closed like a freshly bloomed pink bud, quivered finely under the weight of her extreme tension and shame.

Cassian's heavy gaze came to rest deep on Adelia's lower abdomen.

Faint traces of her life-and-death struggle against a magic beast lingered around her dantian. It was a miserable mark—cracked and shattered, its aura circulation brought to a complete halt—the death sentence of a knight.

"Your figure, though, is absolutely killer. A body that was going to waste, maidenhead and all, from playing at knighthood—and look how lush it's turned out."

"Y-Young Master... please... not this... it is the last pride I have left... please, stop...!"

Adelia begged, biting her lip until it bled.

But Cassian only sneered cruelly, pinning her thighs in place beneath his hard knee. Then he reached out and seized her taut, swollen left breast, filling his hand to overflowing.

Squeeze—!

"Haaah...?! Nngh, mmm...!"

Her ample breast overflowed between Cassian's fingers, mercilessly compressed. The heavy, resilient feel of a woman's flesh brimming in his palm wrung an admiring groan from his lips.

Cassian pinched her stiff, oversensitive nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted it without mercy, flicking it hard. The instant a jolt of pleasure shot up her spine and slammed into her brain, Adelia's slender waist bent like a drawn bow and a cry burst out of her.

"Hah, aahng! Wh-What are you... ah! Haang!"

"All that talk of knightly pride, and yet your nipple stood right up and went stiff, honest as could be. Your mouth says no, but your body's been starving for a man's touch, hasn't it?"

"N-No, I haven't...! Hah! My body, it's acting on its own... aheung!"

Adelia ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shook her head in denial, but Cassian was already pressing his monstrously swollen cock firmly against her narrow, parched entrance. As the massive glans, engorged dark red with blood, bore down on her tightly shut folds, Adelia's blue eyes flooded with horror and fear.

It was a cock so imposing and thick that it defied belief it belonged to a human being. If a monstrosity like that forced its way into a narrow, tight virgin pussy like hers, her whole body would surely be torn apart.

"Y-Young Master... you can't... please... huaang!"

Her desperate scream had not even finished.

Without a flicker of hesitation, Cassian snapped his hips forward in a single stroke, ramming his monstrous cock ruthlessly into the deepest reaches of Adelia's narrow flesh.

Plunge—!

"KYAAAAAAAH—?!"

A tearing, agonized scream ripped from Adelia's throat. Crimson maiden's blood, the proof of her purity, trickled down her ravaged flesh and soaked Cassian's massive member. Along with the excruciating pain of her walls seeming to split apart, that breath-stealing thickness pried her narrow inner walls forcibly open, boring straight through to the mouth of her womb in one stroke and stuffing her utterly full.

"Ughhh... nngh! Fuck, she's insanely tight. Stuffed wall to wall with flesh."

Cassian gritted his teeth against the crushing grip that squeezed his entire length. Every last fold of her inner walls coiled around his cock without a gap, as if sucking him in so he could never escape.

And at that very instant—

Fwoooosh—!

Cassian's eyes flooded a deep, dark violet, and through the point where their bodies joined, the two of them were linked into one vast circulation furnace. A torrent of one-hundred-percent pure yang energy and immense mana erupted from every inch of Cassian's body, and using his massive cock as the conduit, it came pouring down into Adelia's withered, ruined interior like a waterfall.

KWAAAANG—!

"Hnngh...?! Ah, aaaaaah...?!"

Adelia's blue eyes rolled back white. This was no ordinary sensation of coupling. On top of the tearing agony of her maidenhood, a dizzying, sacred shudder of pleasure that threatened to burn her very soul struck down through her like lightning.

The dense waves of mana erupting from the tip of Cassian's cock had struck dead center on the Mana Core that lay shattered like a scar deep in Adelia's lower abdomen.

Crackle— KWAANG!

The broken fragments shrieked and heaved. From the wound where excruciating pain should have come flooding in, a sweet, vicious pleasure that seemed to melt her brain blossomed without end.

Cassian paid no heed to Adelia's reactions. Roughly kneading her ample breasts in both hands, he drew his hips back and began driving them forward again with savage force.

Slap! Smack! Schlick!

"Aheung! Haang! Huaang, ang! Ah, aah! Haaah?!"

With every fierce piston stroke, riotous, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the bedchamber. Inside Adelia's body, the Twelve Meridians—clogged shut and rotting for a full year—burst open one after another with tremendous booms, clearing through in one exhilarating rush. And the fragments of her cracked, crumbling Mana Core began melting and fusing back together in an instant under the absolute essence Cassian's body was erupting with.

'I-It's a lie...! What... what is happening to me?!'

Adelia's mind bleached pure white.

She had thought, at first, that she was simply being violated by a man's vile lust. But the phenomenon unfolding inside her body right now was the very miracle of a god—something no high priest or archmage in the Empire had ever accomplished.

Every time Cassian pounded mercilessly against the walls of her womb, her Mana Core was reborn—surpassing mere healing, remade into a colossal, brilliant blue crystal that bore no comparison to what it had been before. Stems of aura raced along her blood vessels like a storm. The sensation of ferocious power ruling her entire body, and the soul-shattering ecstasy granted by the merciless thickness plunging into her womb.

"Haah, haah...! Adelia, where did that haughty knight's face go? Why are your hips shivering so sweetly like a bitch in heat?"

Cassian drove his hips furiously, sweat dripping from him. He was simply drunk—on the instinctive conqueror's lust of a man, on pleasure—pounding away like a beast because this woman's body was just so narrow and deliciously snug.

But through Adelia's eyes, Cassian looked entirely different. Those languid, flushed violet eyes gazing down at her. His face, breathing rough and slick with sweat, was not the face of some vulgar degenerate. It was the face of a true sovereign—the man who, to deceive the traitors within his own house and the imperial court's razor-edged surveillance, had wrapped himself in the humiliating mask of an irredeemable piece of trash and shouldered every burden alone, in solitude.

'My lord...! Lord Cassian...!'

Hot tears burst from Adelia's eyes.

'He... he was saving me...! To make me rise again as a knight... he's been pouring his purest, most noble mana into my body without holding anything back...!'

A colossal misunderstanding crashed through Adelia's mind. Why the young lord had ordered her to strip, why he had pressed her so cruelly about her shattered Mana Core—now, at last, every piece of the puzzle clicked perfectly into place.

It had never been violence. It was the young lord's own clumsy, magnificent rite of salvation—casting himself as the villain to rescue a woman with nowhere left to go and mend her broken wings.

'And without knowing any of it... I scorned this great man. I called him ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠trash. I hated him...!'

Bone-deep guilt and repentance, and a boundless, blind worship of the young lord, erupted like a volcano in her chest. And at the same moment, driven by Cassian's massive member mercilessly hammering the mouth of her womb, an ultimate orgasm the likes of which she had never known in her life crashed over her. A keening wave of pleasure swept through her, as if to burn away every nerve in her body.

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"Huaang! My lord, my looord...! Haang! Adelia was wrong...! Ah, aah!"

Adelia resisted no longer. Instead she spread her legs wide of her own accord and wrapped them tightly around Cassian's waist. Her springy thighs clamped down on his pelvis, and she began lifting her hips herself, so that his cock would bury even deeper into her womb's depths without a sliver of space left between them.

Squelch! Slap! Slap!

"Aheung! Your mana... your seed, my lord... pour every last drop of it inside Adeliaaaah! Haang, haaah!"

Weeping, Adelia threw her arms around Cassian's neck and offered herself up with shameless coquetry. Her narrow walls convulsed, squeezing his cock like a madman's fist. Cassian felt the climax surging violently up through the glans pressed flush against her womb.

"Ughhh...! I'm cumming, Adelia!"

Cassian seized Adelia's voluptuous hips hard enough to bruise and erupted, spewing magma-hot, cloudy white seed toward the deepest part of her womb like a waterfall.

Spurt—! Spurt! Spuuurt—!

"AAAAAAAHNG—?!"

An enormous load of scalding semen filled Adelia's womb to the brim and overflowed, spilling past the point of fullness.

And at that very moment—

Within Adelia's body, the fully regenerated Mana Core radiated a blue light so brilliant it blinded.

KWAAAAAANG—!

With a terrifying boom that shook the entire bedchamber, pure silver sword qi surged up from every inch of Adelia's body like a pillar.

The air of the room vibrated with razor-sharp sword qi, and the scraps of clothing still drifting through it were caught up in the silver mana and danced.

"Haah... haah... ah..."

Adelia, her whole body quivering through climax after climax, buried her face in Cassian's broad chest and nuzzled her cheek against him, gazing up at him through eyes lost in rapture. In those blue eyes, not a trace of her old coldness or haughtiness remained. Only blind devotion to the god who had saved her—and the maddened craving of a lewd female cradling a womb brimming with Cassian's seed—dripped from them.

Adelia lowered her head between Cassian's legs and reverently pressed her lips to his cock, still throbbing heavy and full.

Slurp, suck.

The sight of her devotedly lapping her own nectar and his semen from the tip of his glans was not the Empire's knight at all—it was a faithful flesh-slave groveling at her master's feet.

"Young Master... magnificent Lord Cassian... for all my life, please use Adelia as your dedicated sword and your bitch in heat... hck, haang..."

Weeping, Adelia rubbed her ample breasts shamelessly against Cassian's thigh.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Cassian stared blankly down at the overwhelming blue aura of a Sword Master pouring off Adelia's body.

'...Huh? What the fuck. I just nailed her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠because she was hot—why did she turn into a Sword Master?'

In the unending radiance of that silver aura, only the man's languid bewilderment and the female knight's blind, moaning devotion stretched long through the luxurious bedchamber.