A Female Knight's Sleepless Night - Was That Really Your Power?
"Who's there!"
Silveryia snatched up the sword she'd left by her bedside, scanning the surroundings at the voice that had rung out without warning. Someone had definitely spoken to her. But all that echoed back was the pitiful whinnying of the horses.
"Just my imagination?"
This tent held no one but her. There hadn't been any sign of life to begin with. What could it have been? Was someone really there? Or had her body held up fine today, but after cramming so many experiences into one day, her mind was just worn out, making her hear things?
Silveryia? Is something wrong?
"N-no... nothing. Did anyone pass by nearby, by any chance?"
At least right now, there's no one around but us.
"...Got it."
Yeah, even I think today was a lot.
The allied forces had taken heavy losses from the Demon King's army's assault. She'd encountered the Demon King's forces encamped on the mountaintop for the first time. And she'd even met their leader... the orc...
"..."
Yeah. She'd met the orc. And she'd lost.
She had no intention of calling it cowardly. In war, "cowardly" was just the logic of sore losers who couldn't admit their opponent was more seasoned and cunning. She'd simply been weaker than the orc, and that's why she'd fallen to him.
He was impressive, no doubt. Hands like pot lids, legs like logs...
Nothing but thoughts of that Red Bear orc filled her head. From the moment they'd first clashed, when she'd sliced his arm—then again, and again...
His eyes... they were something else.
In a situation where one more thrust could pierce her heart, he'd charged straight at her instead—the male gaze burning with resolve that transcended even death!
Of course, even that had been a ploy to deceive her!
He was on another level from the other ones. Testing the gap in strength like a goblin, shying away from anything stronger not out of fighting spirit but cowardice like any petty schemer, and that greedy look—like he was human, scheming to take whatever he could no matter what...
"Ah..."
As Silveryia replayed the daytime duel in her mind, a pink glow began to emanate from her lower abdomen. But with her dazed, hazy eyes lost in thought, she didn't even notice the strange phenomenon overtaking her body.
What if that orc had been human instead? Would she have followed the man who'd bested her? Or simply submitted and become his concubine—
What the hell am I thinking!
Even if she'd met a worthy rival today, becoming an orc's concubine? Something so lewd and filthy, so...
This isn't over! One day I'll strip you bare and parade you like a bitch on a leash! So don't you dare mess around with that body anywhere else—it's already mine, Red Bear's!
"Hng?!"
She flinched at the orc's shout echoing in her memory—one that definitely hadn't been there before. What if... what if I'd really... what if I hadn't escaped that orc today—what would have happened?
The pointless fantasy that flitted through her mind ballooned like a balloon, filling her head.
That guy... he'd definitely make me his personal fu-fu-fu-fuck... fuck...
Just thinking the lewd word made her squirm. She'd heard plenty of crude talk from soldiers on the northwestern front, but she'd punished them with her sword back then. Today was different. Coming from the orc who'd utterly crushed her, the word felt too filthy even to utter.
Fuck... toilet, he said. He'd shove me onto his di-dick like a scabbard. What kind of evil, perverted bastard is he!
Like a pubescent boy encountering pornography for the first time, Silveryia fidgeted restlessly, glancing around. Was anyone watching her like this? Right—she was a knight. She wouldn't submit to some lewd pervert. Next time they met, she'd...
"Haa... haa..."
Before she knew it, Silveryia was stroking her secret place, breathing raggedly. But this breath was utterly different from the one she'd gasped in front of the orc during the fight—a sultry signal that she was turning into a bitch in heat, like some wanton whore.
Her hand caressing her slit now tore away the flimsy cloth hindering her rising heat. But Silveryia, oblivious even to her own actions, thought only of the orc as a thread of drool trickled from her lips, speaking for her lower mouth that hadn't yet claimed its voice.
Above all, that massive fist pounding my gut... hng♥ pounding me, that rough hand feeeel♥
The pink glow in her lower abdomen, unlike before, now took shape—the more she thought of the orc, the clearer it formed.
Already stripped bare, her flawless nude body on full display, Silveryia mindlessly plunged both hands into her pussy.
"Nng...♥ Huh?"
W-what am I doing? The silvery pubic hair matching her locks tangled around her wrist made her eyes widen slightly. Why... why am I...? Doing this...?
She'd lived her whole life aspiring to be a knight like her mother. Sex, masturbation, caressing—she'd never been curious, never wanted to know. Others had brushed it off vaguely, so she knew only the theory at best.
I... I don't know this stuff... don't know masturbation... but it throbs...♥
How had it come to this? Her hazy gaze swept the tent—the bed was soaking as if she'd spilled water.
Aaah... male scennnt...
The orc had become an indescribable great male reaching for her, and Silveryia a cheeky bitch daring to tease him. And now his hand moved to punish her mischief—!
She saw him hoisting her roughly, and her pussy drooled hungrily, as if waiting. She was an arrow nocked on a bowstring. What would happen when he released it?
"Something... something's coming...♥ N-no... don't want it!"
As the ultimate male sought to conquer her as his bitch, something unknown surged within her too. A sensation she'd never known, one she sensed she mustn't learn—dangerous! Once she did, she'd never return to her old self. She'd end up like this again someday, sprawled on the bed, fingering her pussy.
Yes, this might be a pivotal choice for her future. Two paths, irreversible. One: accept this mystery. The other?
Just pull her hands away from the flood between her legs. Simple. But terrifying—the decision she mustn't regret or look back on.
Her pussy-soothing hands lifted from the wetting bed.
Like a simple quiz show. Left button or right? Just press one.
But Silveryia saw no buttons. One side: her shyly erect nipples on those virgin tits. The other: her clit, demanding from endless fingering.
This feels... so good...? No♥
Silveryia flashed a slutty grin she'd never worn before, one hand seizing a nipple, the other her clit.
"Haa..."
As the male who'd lifted her dealt the finishing blow, she yanked her nipple and clit like opening a window beside her.
-SPLUUUURT
"Ahaaaaaang~♥"
Silveryia came. Recalling the orc's fists battering her womb, she came.
Not enough even then—a clear jet arced from her bow-curved crotch, soaking one side of the tent. Dazed Silveryia's pupils spun with pink hearts.
Simultaneously, her lower abdomen absorbed a vulgar womb tattoo so lewd even seasoned whores would scorn it.
Now truly strengthless. But—scritch-scratch
Why... why am I...?
Her hands plunged back into her pussy. No... stop...♥
Having tasted her first climax, her mind somewhat cleared—yet her hands caressed again. One finger, two, soon her greedy pussy swallowed three, drooling.
Still... not enough...♥
Her supreme body slowly rose. Somewhere... something to satisfy her...?
Silveryia staggered up.
"Ah...♥"
Heart-filled eyes fixed on the square table. Where she spread maps every morning for camp and troop placements.
"Ehehe...♥"
Now... this would feel even better.
As she moved to grind her crotch on the corner—
Silveryia? Are you asleep?
"...Eh?"