The Plum Blossom Swordsman Reincarnated into a Count's Family
I headed for the large tent with Scarlet. Inside were the prisoners we'd taken — Leona and her female knights.
I looked the tent over. It was big enough that a hundred people could have walked in and still left room to spare.
Twenty captive female knights hung naked from ropes fixed to the walls and ceiling. Their thighs and calves were bound, both arms locked behind their backs — a humiliating posture that left their breasts and cunts fully exposed.
They had already been through one round of selection. Every one of them was a beauty.
And at the center of it all, Marquess Leona Daycurd knelt on the floor with her hands and feet tied. She was naked as well, of course.
I ran my eyes over Leona's body with open satisfaction. Her head was bowed. Long hair that shone like gold hung limp toward the ground. Lower still, her breasts pointed at the floor.
They were the size of soccer balls — as if someone had strapped a pair of them to her chest. Her nipples were pink and quite large. If she leaned forward even a little more, those breasts would have pressed against her thighs.
Unfortunately her abdomen was hidden behind them, but the clean line of her flanks made it clear there wasn't an ounce of spare flesh on her.
Between her pale thighs, a thick thatch of golden pubic hair covered her groin. Nothing strange about that. This world had no culture of grooming down there — and even modern Korea wasn't exactly universal about it either.
Scarlet and I stripped. Underwear and all. We enjoyed the cool air on bare skin.
We approached Leona.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and hauled her head up. Her eyes had been closed. She opened them slowly and looked at me with those golden irises. The pupils trembled. I could feel the fear she was trying so hard to hide.
"Oh."
The sound slipped out of me. Leona's beauty was even more striking than I'd expected — the kind of face a sculptor who defined an era might have spent a lifetime trying to capture. Something like that.
"Leona Daycurd. Marquess. Do you understand your situation? If you have something to say, say it. I'll listen."
Her gaze dropped. She took in the cock hanging right in front of her face. It was in a foul mood today — the head nearly brushing my navel, veins standing out angry and red across the surface.
Heh. She'll tell me to kill her…
She shattered that expectation cleanly.
"Count Eugene Frucus. I have heard the rumors about you. That every human you take prisoner — man or woman — is made into a slave."
"It would be a waste to just throw trophies away."
"I heard the men become slave soldiers. The women, whores."
"And? You'd rather die than live in disgrace and get used?"
"…Please spare me. I want to live, even if it means living in disgrace."
"That's unexpected. Dying would be easier, wouldn't it?"
"For people without ability, perhaps. I have ability. I also have a beautiful face. I will swear eternal loyalty to you, my lord. Take me as your vassal."
Now this was a novel kind of woman.
The dead on both sides of this war numbered around a hundred and twenty thousand. Roughly fifty thousand of mine, about seventy thousand of Leona's.
Not that it particularly mattered. Dead soldiers could be replaced. Promote the existing slave troops to regulars, turn the new prisoners into slave soldiers — the method was absurd, but it worked surprisingly well. Treatment of slave soldiers was so wretched that simply becoming a regular was enough to boost morale.
"You're more shameless than I expected. So this is the Sun of Solfmed. Your people would weep if they saw you now. Your knights behind you already look disappointed."
"My lord. I have never once called myself the Sun of Solfmed. It is nothing more than a nickname foolish people attached to me on their own."
"You used that nickname, though."
As I spoke I flicked a glance sideways. Scarlet stood there with her usual blank expression, perfectly composed. Just as she'd said earlier, Leona and Scarlet had something in common.
I set my foot on Leona's thigh. It crawled up her leg toward her groin. The tips of my toes found the soft brush of golden pubic hair — fine and long enough that it felt almost silky.
My foot climbed higher. I toyed with those soccer-ball breasts, then brought it to her face. The sole pressed down over her features. I didn't put real weight into it. This was pure humiliation.
"Lick it. Prove that eternal loyalty you just talked about."
Leona opened her mouth without hesitation and ran her tongue across the sole of my foot. I watched her with a crooked smile, then lowered my foot. She stopped.
"I told you to lick."
"…Yes, my lord."
Leona bent forward. She pressed her head as close to the floor as she could. Those enormous breasts mashed against her thighs, compressed until they looked ready to burst and spilled out sideways. She kissed the top of my foot, then stuck out her tongue and began to lick. Without being told, she worked the tongue between my toes as well.
In every way, an impressive woman.
Then the tent flap opened.
"Wh-what the hell?! Why did you call me to a place like this?!"
Sharnell stepped inside, took one look at the interior, and froze in shock.
"Today's a good day, so I called you to give you a reward. Your performance yesterday was pretty impressive."
Yesterday.
After I'd killed the enemy Archmage Halgeris, Sharnell had torn into the field with magical bombardment. Thanks to her, the rest of the work had been twice as easy.
"You're insane."
Sharnell trembled as she stared at the female knights hanging from the walls. I smiled and walked toward her. She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again. Resolve. She'd clearly expected something like this would come for her eventually.
I'd meant to take her much earlier. Kept putting it off, and here we were.
"Not everything goes the way you want."
"It's going exactly the way I want."
"You want to rape me and watch me scream."
"Caught me."
"I will never dance to your tune!"
With a vicious look on her face, Sharnell stripped right where she stood. Naked, her expression was still flushed red — but her eyes were defiant.
I had a fair idea what she was after.
Not rape. Consensual sex.
She was saying this wasn't her being violated.
I stopped right in front of her. Short as she was, she looked up at me; I looked down.
"I will never submit to you like the other women."
"Sure. Sure."
I drew her into a gentle embrace. The lack of roughness threw her off. Still holding her, I sat down on the floor, settled her sideways across my lap, and kissed her. A straight-on kiss was impossible — her chest was simply too big — and leaning down to close the height gap hurt my neck. This was the only way to kiss Sharnell properly.
"Mmh—?!"
Her eyes went round. Her arms flailed uselessly in the air for a moment, then carefully settled on my shoulders.
I kissed her the way you devour something, aggressive and hungry. I stole her breath, pushed my tongue into her mouth, and stirred.
"Nnh… mmh… hhk…"
Sharnell shivered and squirmed. She refused to close her eyes, as if she were still fighting something. That let me watch them slowly glaze over and go hazy.
For the record, this was Sharnell's first kiss. Until now that small mouth had been specialized for one thing only — sucking my cock.
I sucked on her tongue while I kneaded those massive breasts. Bigger than melons, and a pleasure to handle. After a while of that I broke the kiss.
"Hah… hhk…"
Sharnell sat there with a dazed look, body trembling. I pinched both nipples between my fingers and twisted.
"Hyaaaah!"
Her eyes rolled up a fraction. Warm wetness spread across the thigh she was sitting on.
I held her from behind while she panted through the orgasm, licking the nape of her neck, both hands gently working those enormous breasts.
"Ah— aah…!"
She was far more sensitive than usual.
The strategy of going rough for so long and then suddenly turning gentle seemed to have landed perfectly.
I caught Scarlet's eye and gave her a look. She nodded once, small and precise, and moved. She walked over to Leona with the long, model-straight stride of someone who owned the ground, took the top of Leona's head in one hand, and spoke.
"Leona Daycurd. If you truly wish to become our lord's vassal… suck my cunt."
"……Scarlet Burnclaw. Why should I?"
"Because that is our lord's will."
"……"
Leona glanced at me for a cue. Then she opened her mouth and covered Scarlet's sex. Scarlet's body gave a sharp twitch.
Schlp. Schlick. Schlp.
She was sucking so hard the wet sounds carried all the way to where I sat.
Scarlet's breathing roughened. She tensed her hips and ground her cunt hard against Leona's face. Then a faint smile touched her mouth as her waist trembled in fine, continuous shivers. After she'd thoroughly enjoyed the climax, Scarlet stepped back. Her legs were still shaking from the aftershocks; she barely kept her balance.
Leona's expression hadn't changed. Her mouth was shut tight. But her face was a mess — sticky and shining with juices, a few strands of Scarlet's crimson pubic hair stuck around her lips. There was something strangely arousing about that ruined face.
Scarlet untied the ropes binding Leona's limbs.
"I trust you won't try anything foolish."
"This isn't the end, is it. What else do I have to do?"
"You do what our lord ordered."
Scarlet shoved her. Leona went down on her back, startled, then her face hardened as understanding hit. Scarlet forced her legs apart, pressed her own sex to Leona's, and crossed their legs. Cunt kissed cunt, wet and close.
Then Scarlet started moving her hips. The two sexes rubbed together. The motion grew fiercer, and before long a sticky sound filled the air; white froth rose between them. Whose juices they were was impossible to say. Maybe both.
Watching them scissor was enough to make my cock stand fully. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed Sharnell down onto her stomach, gripped her hips, and drove my cock hard into her clenched virgin cunt.
The forcibly stretched virgin flesh bled.
"Hnn— haaaaah!"
The cry Sharnell let out was thick with more pleasure than pain.