Female Knight Leona's Corruption Training (1)
Last night. In front of the room where Werner and Lia were locked in their debauched rutting.
Leona bolted to her own room like she was fleeing for her life, leaving a puddle of clear, sticky love juices on the corridor floor.
Her shirt was soaked through with cold sweat, clinging to her back. The inside of her tight leather pants was no different.
Every step she took sent a fresh gush of fluids spilling between her thighs, soaking the soft leather lining, and the friction of her pussy rubbing against that wet leather made her hips twitch uncontrollably.
It felt just like grinding her cunt against the edge of a table for pleasure.
As she panted raggedly, a lewd smile she herself didn't even notice crept onto Leona's lips.
Right now, her mind was filled with just one thought: rush into her room, yank down her pants, and plunge her fingers wildly into her secret place. And the side dish for that vulgar act? The massive cock of Werner's she'd just witnessed through the keyhole—and the pitiful maid Lia splayed beneath it.
Leona erased Lia's face from under Werner and superimposed her own scarred, unfeminine one in its place.
Overpowered by brute force from that trashy, worthless bastard she'd always ignored... screaming No! No! but getting raped by him anyway...
In reality, he was a feeble wretch she could snap his neck with her bare hands, so why in her imagination was she utterly helpless before his monstrous weapon?
Panting like she'd just finished grueling training, her whole body radiating heat, Leona roughly flung open her door. She planned to strip off her sweat- and juice-soaked clothes and dive straight into masturbating... but.
There on the bed lay Mina, slumped like a corpse, sleeping soundly.
Only then did Leona remember Mina was in her room—and that she'd gone to see Werner because of Mina in the first place.
But she'd forgotten all that knightly honor and duty, reduced to nothing but a bitch in heat, huffing her way here...
"......"
The bestial lust that had filled her head moments ago cooled in an instant. Seeing her frail friend's delicate shoulders, unmoving even though she was a light sleeper, Leona suddenly loathed herself with visceral disgust. Guilt for planning such a dishonorable act and pity for Mina choked her throat.
But with her body this fired up, she couldn't just crawl into bed beside Mina and sleep it off.
She'd forget her friend was even there and start jerking off. Once she began, her insatiable lust kept her going for at least two or three hours straight.
No... no! I can't do something so filthy with Mina here.
Her suppressed desires coursed through her veins unfulfilled. Her lower belly clenched, and every rub of her slick thighs sent perverse pleasure stabbing up her spine.
Leona staggered out of the room again, seething with explosive frustration.
She wandered the castle grounds, desperate for an empty spot where she could spread her legs alone and finger-fuck her pussy senseless.
She checked vacant storerooms and shadowy flower beds, but everywhere she went, voices echoed.
"Oh, Vice-Captain Leona! On your day off and still patrolling? You're truly the sturdy shield of House Kraus."
"Leona's the real deal—a true knight. Who'd dare mock her as a woman? She's tougher than most men."
Passing kitchen staff and maids greeted her with eyes full of respect.
Leona fought the urge to collapse on the spot, spread her legs, and rub one out, forcing strength into her trembling legs. She nodded curtly, mustering her usual stoic, stern knightly expression.
But inside, she was rotting away. Panting hot breaths amid the crowds, her underwear was so saturated it was on the verge of squelching audibly with every step.
Idiots... I'm not the noble, flawless knight you think. I'm just an ordinary... ordinary woman!...
They revered Leona only as a knight. It made her sad.
The castle guards leered at the maids' full figures and swaying skirts, but before Leona's rough, rugged form, they just stiffened and saluted.
No one saw her as a sexual object—as a woman they wanted to embrace on the bed and pound like an animal.
That inferiority gnawed at her self-esteem.
I'm no different from those maids. Just a normal, slutty woman who soaks the sheets rubbing her pussy every night. I'm not obsessed with swordsmanship or honor! I just pretend to be.
The misery of knowing no man in the world would tenderly embrace her scarred, brutish body with love.
That vicious inferiority complex plunged her into a depressed, horny stupor.
There... that's the only place. The only empty spot at this hour... No, absolutely not. I can't do it there. Leona! Leona! You're the vice-captain! A proud knight of the great House Kraus's order! How could you even think of such a thing!
Leona warred between her filthy, base lust and her pure, noble sense of honor.
This time, unusually, lust won out. Because of Werner. She'd glimpsed the extraordinarily superior traits of the man she'd dismissed as a worthless fool.
Leona stood before the door. It was the largest door among all the rooms in the castle.
It was Isabella's office-cum-bedroom, left empty for her monster hunt. A sanctuary of the house no one would dare enter. And conveniently, the owner was away—at least until morning.
Leona slipped inside stealthily, locked the door, and hurled herself onto her liege's massive bed like a woman possessed by an incubus.
"Haa, haa..."
Isabella's faint, elegant scent seeped from the bedsheets, pricking her nose. Inhaling it felt like being cradled by Isabella again, like when she was a child.
The perfect liege Leona revered and worshipped above all. The pitiable woman single-handedly bearing House Kraus in place of her incompetent, weak brother.
But since when had it started?
Leona's blind adoration had twisted in her unquenchable frustration into warped sexual desire.
"Haak, ah... Nngh! My liege, Lady Isabella... Aaaah!"
Burying her face deep in the fluffy pillow thickest with Isabella's scent, Leona roughly yanked her leather pants down to her knees. Then, with her callused fingers, she began madly plunging into her sopping, twitching pussy.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squish! Squish! Squish!
Every inhale filled her lungs with her revered liege's noble fragrance.
Defiling her worshipped liege's bed, using her scent as fuel to ravage her pussy like a beast. An unspeakable blasphemy she shouldn't even imagine.
Like pissing on a holy relic—something even demons wouldn't do. And she was doing it right now.
The thrill of betraying Lady Isabella and soiling her sanctuary exploded as the ultimate aphrodisiac, searing Leona's brain white-hot.
The deeper the guilt, the faster and lewder her fingers ravaged her pussy's sensitive inner walls.
"Hyaaang! Ah, ah, c-cumming... Aaaaah!"
In Leona's fantasies, Isabella's face—unwillingly acknowledged by the house as resembling hers, yet undeniable—swapped repeatedly with Werner's.
When Isabella, she gently stroked Leona's hair; when Werner, he mercilessly kicked her pussy with his foot.
Love and violence. Pleasure and pleasure.
"Ooh, oooh, ooooh, my, my brain, my brain's breaking, ooooh, oooh!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—
With knightly ferocity and power, Leona brutalized her own pussy.
Her back arched like a bow, and the pent-up squirt sprayed mercilessly onto Isabella's pillow and sheets.
Leona trembled in the afterglow, gasping for breath.
As the peak pleasure ebbed, guilt and shame rushed in to fill the void.
But the languid bliss still held stronger, so she lay sprawled on Isabella's bed, sniffing her scent leisurely.
Until it turned to abject terror.
Woooong, woooong.
The hum of the magic circle activating in the room.
Isabella was back from her monster hunt.
"Hek!"
Leona's heart nearly leaped from her chest in shock. She frantically hauled up her pants and swept at the messy sheets with her hands.
But she'd gushed so much that a round, transparent stain on the corner of the pillow remained, unwipeable.
Wooong—wooong—woooong!
A stench of blood and gore arrived before Isabella.
Then Isabella herself stormed in, covered in the ogre-dark blood and flesh scraps of monsters, panting heavily.
Her once-immaculate silver armor was grotesquely dented as if struck dead-on by an ogre's club, and her cape, shredded by sharp claws, dripped sticky blood droplets to the floor.
The scars of that desperate battle marked her face too.
The soft, pleasant hair Leona had just buried her face in was matted with monster blood and cold sweat, clinging filthily to her forehead and cheeks.
The instant Leona saw her liege in such a state, her heart plummeted into an abyss.
Her liege had returned bleeding and battered from being mauled by beasts for the territory and its people, while she—the vice-captain of the knights—had snuck into that sanctuary to fantasize about cocks and finger her pussy.
That crushing disconnect tore Leona's sanity to shreds.
"......"
As the weary Isabella set down her heavy helmet on the floor...
Her sharp golden eyes pierced straight to Leona's trembling face.
"Leona? Why are you here..."
Isabella's keen gaze locked onto the wet stain on the bed pillow.
"What... is this?"
The room's air froze at her icy voice. Leona clutched her throat as if strangled, mumbling.
"Th-that's...! Ah, ah..."