Evelyn's Beastly Ride: Guard Captain's Desperate Struggle to Save the Emperor
“Aren’t you pushing yourself too hard, Princess Antoinette?”
Evelyn voiced her concern to her liege, Princess Antoinette. Ever since Emperor Constantine had taken to his sickbed, a vicious power struggle had erupted among the princes and princesses. What had once been subtle, behind-the-scenes maneuvering had now accelerated into open conflict. Antoinette had been dragged into it as well. So far she had survived, but to Evelyn’s eyes, her mistress seemed dangerously close to the edge.
“We are latecomers to this game. High-risk, high-return moves are only natural. Otherwise, not only I but everyone who follows me will be destroyed. I, Antoinette, cannot allow that to happen.”
Antoinette was one of the Emperor’s younger daughters, born relatively late. Compared to her elder siblings who already commanded powerful factions, she was young and had been forced to claw her way toward power simply to survive. She was talented, and that very talent made her the most threatening presence in her siblings’ eyes.
“I understand what you’re saying, but… the way I see it…”
Evelyn tried to voice her deeper worry, but Antoinette cut in first.
“I know what you want to say, Evelyn. You’re worried I’m becoming too addicted to these extreme methods. Because my dear friend Evelyn hopes that even if I become Emperor, I’ll still be a wise and benevolent ruler.”
Antoinette was a born gambler. Even when standing at the very brink of ruin, she never blinked. She lured her enemies into complacency, then swept them away. It wasn’t merely that the tactic worked; she genuinely enjoyed the catharsis that came from such victories. Loyal Evelyn feared her mistress was being corrupted by the endless political battles.
“Don’t worry, Evelyn. I take after my father, but I also take after my mother.”
Antoinette smiled gently. She had learned her political ruthlessness from her father, yet the Emperor had never possessed the generosity to keep a warm-hearted retainer like Evelyn close. Antoinette was different. She believed the difference came from her late mother, the kind-hearted Empress Juliana.
“I agree. Your Highness resembles Empress Juliana in many ways.”
“Heh. Thank you, Evelyn.”
Evelyn nodded deeply, and Antoinette accepted the praise with a subtle, complicated expression.
“But Evelyn,” Antoinette said, glancing out the window with a faint upward curl of her lips, “I hope that one day you’ll come to understand this pleasure as well.”
It was a breathtakingly beautiful smile, yet something about it felt twisted and dark.
‘My pussy is being torn apart…!!!’
When Geum Taeyang unleashed his massive cock helicopter technique, Evelyn first felt her insides being stretched, then the terrifying sensation of being ripped open. Only the barbarian’s masterful control kept her from actually tearing. ‘The pain resonates through my very soul…!! Every time Dark Knight’s cock drives in deep…!! My legs go numb and it feels like my skull is splitting open…!!’
After that came the deep-press pounding. It was pure terror. The pain and fear that had been barely restrained suddenly crashed over her like a tsunami, threatening to destroy everything. Evelyn had flailed desperately for survival, and when Geum Taeyang offered his neck, she had clung to it with all her strength. Was this the end? Was her pussy going to be destroyed while she died gloriously mid-sex?
Then, suddenly—shhhhhh…! A strange sensation surged through Evelyn’s vaginal circuit.
‘Th-this is!’
Having spent the past few days enthusiastically masturbating, Evelyn recognized it immediately. Pleasure. Cutting through the murderous pain, Geum Taeyang’s Casanova trait began supplying thick, concentrated pleasure directly into Evelyn Nefertari’s body.
‘Hnnngh!’
Like life-saving supplies, Evelyn desperately clung to that pleasure. ‘I-I can breathe again!!!’ The suffocating pressure eased. ‘It’s flooding in! Catharsis! Pleasure is awakening all over my body! It hurts, but it feels so good!’
The relief she seized at the brink of death was far greater than the pleasure itself. It was the overwhelming sense of liberation—like finally drawing air after nearly suffocating, or discovering an oasis after days lost in the desert. Even the pain transformed into a perverse, ecstatic pleasure that wrapped around her entire body.
“Feel it! My cock that hurts yet drives you insane with pleasure! Feel this Dark Knight’s sex, you lewd guard captain!”
Thrust—slap! Thrust—crack! Thrust—slap! Thrust—slap! Thrust—crack!
It was the same technique Geum Taeyang had used often since Leona—delaying the activation of his Casanova trait by one beat. This time, however, he pushed it to an extreme. To Evelyn, it truly felt like her pussy might tear apart and kill her. That only proved how much finer Geum Taeyang’s control over the trait had become.
Geum Taeyang spoke with absolute confidence, as if he already knew exactly what explosive changes were occurring inside Evelyn’s body.
“Hnnngh! It feels good! Haaah! Hnn! Kuh! Haaah! I love it, Dark Knight—your cock! Hnnngh!”
Thrust—thrust—thrust—thrust—thrust!
Evelyn’s mouth, which until now had only been able to scream in pain, finally burst open. She was completely captivated by Geum Taeyang’s sex. The barbarian’s extreme method—driving her to the cliff’s edge before snatching her back—had worked perfectly. Evelyn slammed her massive hips down against his crotch again and again, staring up at the man pounding her pussy with eyes full of passion.
“How does it feel? Is that all the guard captain can manage? You’re tasting such an incredible cock, yet that’s the best you can do? Get even more vulgar!”
Thrust! Thrust! Slap! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Slap!
“Hnn! Haa! Hnnngh! Kuh! Deeper! Haaah! It’s shaped like a beast’s— no, like a horse’s cock on a god’s body! Hnnngh!”
“Fuck, you’re hopeless. All you’ve got is a good pussy!”
Geum Taeyang kept goading her, trying to drag vulgar curses from the lips of the Empire’s second-in-command, like a pimp training a whore. Words like “fuck” or “cock” were what he wanted. Yet Evelyn, raised on the refined language of the imperial court, could only manage “beast” or “cock.” The vulgar barbarian sighed.
“Damn, this pussy is gripping my cock like a whore. And that ass—looks like you’ve already popped out three kids, yet it’s taking my powerful weight so well. Kukuk!”
“Hnnngh! How vulgar! Haaah! A god saying such filthy things! Calling me a whore! Saying I’ve given birth to three children! Hnnngh!”
“Kukuk! Now you get it? I’m vulgar.”
Geum Taeyang had only given her a light taste of his filthy mouth-sex. He had wanted to summon the Emperor’s pussy right away, but held back.
“Oh…?”
At that moment, Geum Taeyang made a delightful discovery.
“Our guard captain reacts strongly to the word ‘whore.’ Your pussy is twitching like crazy. You’ve secretly wanted to act like a whore at least once, haven’t you?”
Slap! Slap!
“No! Hnnngh! That’s not true! It can’t be! The Emperor’s guard captain would never want to behave like a whore! Hnnngh!”
Geum Taeyang hadn’t thrown out that filthy talk for nothing. He had been testing which keywords Evelyn responded to. The moment he called her a whore, her pussy had shown a clear reaction. When he pointed it out while slapping her ass, the Empire’s second-in-command flinched violently and suddenly averted her gaze, denying it in a panic.
“You looked away! That means you’re not confident! Deep down, you’ve got a lewd whore’s nature! Fine—let me awaken that nature for you!”
Whoosh!
Thud!
“Hnnngh! N-no!”
Geum Taeyang grabbed Evelyn’s upper body and flipped her onto her back, putting her into the woman-on-top position.
“Now then, show me your spirit, Guard Captain! Act like the second-in-command of the mighty Darmina Empire that rules the continent!”
Thrust—slap! Thrust—slap! Thrust—slap! Thrust—crack! Thrust—slap!
“Haaah! Hnn! No! Hnnngh! This position is too vulgar! Hnnngh!”
Even in the woman-on-top position, Geum Taeyang kept thrusting upward vulgarly, pounding into Evelyn’s pussy. The position made her heavy lower body press down even more deliciously on his cock. Yet despite her excellent physique and pussy quality, the timid Evelyn shook her head and tried to hold back.
“You useless thing! Hey, Guard Captain! Can you still call yourself the Empire’s second-in-command like this? Have you no sense of responsibility? Is this how you serve the Emperor—cowering like a coward?”
Slap—slap! Slap—slap! Slap—slap! Crack! Slap—slap!
“Kyaaah! Hnnngh! Haaah! Hnnngh!”
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
Geum Taeyang kept slapping Evelyn’s massive 41-inch ass while she failed to even hold herself upright in the woman-on-top position. At the same time, he wove in his clever sophistry, dragging the Emperor into the conversation. Evelyn had clearly become much more timid. In this position, she was letting out sweet moans she hadn’t even made when her virginity was taken.
“The Emperor has been captured by a barbarian together with you! And that barbarian says he’ll release her if you beat him in sex! Are you really going to refuse just because it’s embarrassing? Is that your loyalty to Emperor Antoinette?”
Slap! Slap! Crack! Crack! Slap!
“Haaah! Th-that’s…! Hnn! Hnnngh!”
Geum Taeyang had brought the Emperor into it to set up a role-play. It was perfectly tailored for the highly potential yet sexually inexperienced Evelyn. Would it work?
“I… I understand… If it’s to save Her Majesty the Emperor… I’ll do anything…”
Thrust…!!
“That’s it! You’re the Emperor’s right hand! That’s how you should be! Very good!”
Slap!
“Haaah!”
It worked perfectly. Evelyn finally straightened her upper body. Of course it worked—Geum Taeyang knew exactly how pure Evelyn’s loyalty to Antoinette was.
“Huuuuh…!”
Evelyn took a deep, tense breath. Then—
“Hnnngh!”
Thrust—thrust—thrust—thrust—thrust—slap! Slap! Thrust—slap! Thrust—slap!
She began to move her heavy hips, producing lewd, wet sounds even if her movements were still clumsy.
“Ooh!”
The sensation of her cervix being struck was incredible. Geum Taeyang reacted with genuine admiration.
“I’m conquering the barbarian’s cock! Hnnngh! To save our Emperor Antoinette! Hnnngh!”
Thrust—thrust—thrust—thrust—slap! Slap! Thrust—slap! Thrust—slap!
“Ooh! Ooh! That heavy ass! This pussy squeezing so tightly! Ooh! Guard Captain’s loyalty to the Emperor!”
Once she started, Evelyn threw herself fully into the role-play. With her eyes closed, she kept riding the barbarian’s massive cock that threatened her mistress, using deep, wet cowgirl twerking. The villainous barbarian Geum Taeyang, who was being helplessly fucked, could not stop praising the deep, heavy sensation of Evelyn’s ass and pussy that carried her loyalty to the Emperor.