A Pure Love Kiss with Anna in the Lady Knight's Room (1)
I pressed my finger deeper into Anna’s pussy, eager for the skill I would soon harvest from her.
“Ahht!”
At my sudden thrust, Anna’s cunt drooled thick nectar as her hips jerked. Yet even then, she never forgot to keep pumping her fingers into Leona’s dripping slit.
The cleaning maid had completely abandoned her duties. All that remained was a woman obsessed with wrecking the pathetic pussy of the lady knight right in front of her face.
Leona’s reactions were so deliciously lewd that I couldn’t possibly blame her.
“S-stop it! Please… that’s… the young master’s seed inside me… it’s leaking out!”
Having lost her mind, Leona twisted her pelvis desperately, trying to keep my cum where it belonged. But with every muscle in her body turned to jelly, the motion only looked like the obscene writhing of a bitch in heat.
Anna punished the rebellious knight by sinking her teeth into Leona’s toes, like a mother cat disciplining a wayward kitten.
“Ow… that hurts…”
Leona whimpered weakly, mounting one last desperate resistance. The sight only made her look like an adorable, cornered kitten.
The proud knight commander, pride discarded, begged not to have her womb’s treasure stolen. The maid, meanwhile, pinned her down and drank every drop of my cum she could steal.
I watched, mesmerized, as the two bitches tangled together in a filthy, obscene struggle of pleasure and possessive hunger.
Two females. Two thoroughly deflowered sluts. Fighting like animals over a single drop of my semen, racing each other toward total corruption—all for my sake.
They had long since abandoned any trace of maidenly virtue, but I had to admit it was unbearably arousing.
My cock, which hadn’t fully hardened after pumping load after load into Leona to nurture her skill, began to swell again. Thick veins pulsed along its length as it rose with savage intent.
I gave the rigid shaft one rough stroke and smirked.
“Anna. That’s enough cleaning Leona’s cunt. I’m ready to fuck her now.”
Gulp. Anna swallowed the last thick rope of my semen, wiped her glistening lips, and looked up at me with shining eyes.
“Yes♥ I’ll assist you♥”
I wondered exactly how she planned to help while I was about to bury myself in the pathetic pussy of a lady knight who couldn’t even dominate her own maid. Then Anna moved, and all my questions dissolved into pure satisfaction.
She rose from the bed, spread her legs, and lowered herself onto Leona’s face without the slightest hesitation.
“Now, Vice Commander… please lick mine.”
“Mmph?! Mmmph!”
With Anna’s dripping pussy suddenly smothering her face, Leona couldn’t even form proper words.
“Ei! Ei!”
Anna rocked her hips, bouncing her ass so her soaked folds ground harder against Leona’s features. She looked back at me, eyes sparkling with wicked delight.
I already knew Leona had a masochistic streak… but Anna? A sadist? Maybe all those years of acting timid have finally found their outlet.
“Young master? Please take my hands.”
Still seated firmly on Leona’s face, Anna reached both arms toward me. I laced our fingers together. Our bond—favorability and contact both maxed out—sent a pleasant thrill through my skin. I pressed the swollen head of my cock against Leona’s entrance and lifted her ankles high.
Anna rose immediately, reading my intent with perfect timing.
I hooked Leona’s ankles over Anna’s knees. The position we were about to assume would be brutally intense, putting enormous strain on Leona’s body…
Well, with her insane stamina stat, she’ll manage.
Leona seemed to realize what was coming. She screamed “Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!” against Anna’s pussy, but her delicate voice was completely muffled by the maid’s foot pressing gently yet firmly over her face.
“Sit.”
At my command, Anna lowered herself again, planting her cunt fully over Leona’s mouth.
The formation was complete.
Anna knelt with her pussy sealed over Leona’s face, fingers tightly interlocked with mine. I drove my cock into Leona’s depths, pressing her into a deep mating press. Leona’s legs were folded so far back her ankles nearly touched her ears, her face buried completely beneath Anna’s dripping sex.
To me, the proud lady knight beneath our bare asses was nothing but a living onahole. To Anna, she was a dedicated pussy-licking footrest.
For a woman who once preached knightly honor, this should have been unbearable humiliation—enough to make her bite her own tongue and die.
But.
Leona's Arousal Level is Rising!
The system window floating before my eyes told an entirely different story.
The invincible vice commander respected by all her knights had been reduced to a mere meat mat for a degenerate noble and a common maid. That fact was violently stimulating the [Submission Desire] carved deep into her bones.
When I settled my full weight onto her, a choked moan escaped Leona’s throat.
“Hngh…!”
I tapped her thick, cushioned pussy lips with my hips and laughed coldly.
“What a comfortable chair. Don’t you agree, Leona? I wonder how moved your subordinate knights would be if they knew their proud vice commander spends every night under my crotch acting as a living toilet.”
“Ugh… y-young master… please… hah…”
Leona’s mind seemed to be returning. She began to beg.
This was a world without porn or even erotic novels. A woman who had lived her entire life upholding knightly virtues had no frame of reference for a threesome—let alone one where she served as a masochistic breeding tool for her masters.
I used Mind Reading to peek at her thoughts. The rush of arousal I sensed was far beyond even the outdoor sex sessions that used to flood her brain with dopamine.
A lady knight getting wet while crushed under a cleaning maid’s cunt! …And you still dare call yourself a knight?!
I spat a thick glob of saliva onto the lady knight’s face.
Ptui!
“D-don’t!”
Even a bitch with a submission fetish apparently had her limits. Leona snapped in genuine anger.
But with her face buried beneath Anna’s pussy, the furious expression only made her look more pathetic.
And therefore hotter.
I gave Anna a meaningful glance. The absolutely obedient, quick-witted maid—who was on an entirely different level from Leona when it came to sex—began rolling her hips in smooth, rhythmic waves.
Anna’s cunt rubbed back and forth across Leona’s face, the same face that boasted unyielding pride and bore scars from countless monster subjugations.
“Hnguuuh?!”
Like a slug leaving a glistening trail, Anna’s sticky nectar painted long, shiny streaks across the knight’s features.
I wasn’t about to stay idle.
“You said ‘don’t’? Don’t do what, exactly?” I mocked the masochistic bitch who still had to swallow twenty-five more loads of my cum.
Anna, having shed her usual timid personality, joined in the taunting. She had clearly seen through Leona’s true nature.
“He said ‘don’t’—”
I pulled my cock out of Leona’s pussy, lifted her ass higher, and slapped my thick palm against her swollen clit and plump outer lips all at once.
“Haaah, aaaaah!”
Anna paused the loving kisses she had been planting on my cheek, leaned down, and began licking and sucking noisily at Leona’s upturned cunt.
It was only possible because Leona was a knight—blessed with both immense strength and extreme flexibility.
“Hngh?! Hiiiiiiigh?!”
Leona burst into childlike sobs. The sound seemed to flip a switch in the sadistic part of Anna’s soul.
Still seated on the knight’s pretty face, Anna began bouncing her hips with sharp, punishing snaps. Her small, almost immature-looking ass slapped repeatedly against Leona’s features—the second strongest knight in the Kraus family being face-fucked by a mere cleaning maid’s cunt.
And yet the proud lady knight could offer no resistance. She simply endured the humiliation.
I checked Leona’s rapidly climbing arousal meter, then glanced at the remaining virility requirement needed to complete her Skill Impregnation. Even after all that pounding, the gauge was still only half full.
Fortunately, the higher her excitement rose, the better her womb accepted the growing skill inside her.
Then I’ll torment you even more. For the sake of my child.
I sneered at Leona, who was trembling with her eyes squeezed shut in utter humiliation and shame, then lifted my gaze.
Anna stared down at me with blind, fanatical devotion. Her eyes said she would gladly die if I ordered it. Her favorability had long since broken past 100.
“Anna.”
“Yes, young master.”
She instantly stopped pinching Leona’s nipples and looked at me. Even though sticky strands of saliva and Leona’s juices still dripped from her chin, her eyes were pure, clear, and filled with flawless love.
“Tongue.”
At my curt command, Anna smiled shyly, leaned forward, and extended her tongue obediently.
I thrust my cock back into Leona’s searing-hot pussy. Her muscular walls—heated from constant use yet still tight enough to strangle my shaft—felt incredible no matter how many times I took her.
“Perfect, Leona! This cunt has been trained exactly to my tastes!”
While mocking her, I pressed my tongue against Anna’s. In a threesome, no one could be neglected. That resolve—utterly un-unicorn-like—had somehow taken root inside me.
Satisfying both bitches at the same time was far more important, and far more difficult, than any scheme to crush Gareth, Eric, or Kent.
Of course, I was confident I could do it.
“Chu… slurp…”
Anna’s tongue moved with a gentleness and care completely unlike the way she had devoured Leona’s pussy. It was the pure, devoted tongue of a maid who existed solely for me.
And yet that same tongue carried the thick, obscene flavor of the proud lady knight’s cunt.