A Sleepless Night for the Female Knight - "Lady Silveryia?"
“Ka, Kandor?!”
The familiar male voice from beyond the tent flap made the pinkish glow of the Lewd Curse on Silveryia's lower abdomen vanish, and in that instant, her reason—dyed the same obscene pink—returned.
Wh-what the hell have I done?!
She leaped off the table in a panic and surveyed her surroundings. It was a disaster.
Her black garments, mirror images of the ones she wore, lay strewn across the floor like discarded rags. The tent was soaked through in spots, and the bedding—drenched to the core—looked as though some intruder had snuck in and dumped an entire bucket over it. No exaggeration.
And what about Silveryia herself? What the fuck had she been doing?
“...Th-this...?”
Not content to prowl the tent stark naked, she'd been on the verge of grinding her pussy against the table's edge.
If Kandor's voice hadn't cut through, she'd have surely surrendered to the heat, comforting herself right then and there.
Ridiculous, even by her own standards.
“Lady Silveryia? May I enter?”
“!!”
Enter? Now? Face him like this? No fucking way. If he barged in and caught her in this shameless, cock-hungry state, she'd never live it down.
The soldiers were already under the weather today. Imagine if their commander got exposed—naked, knuckle-deep in her own slit for relief—and worst of all, seen by her most trusted subordinate? What now? Tidy up? Fat chance. The bedding was one thing, but this lewd stench permeating the air? Her own body reeking of depravity—how the hell to mask that?
She wouldn't have panicked this hard against an enemy ambush.
Right. Clothes first. Throw something on and bullshit her way through the mess and the musk.
She scrambled back to the bed, snatching up her haphazardly tossed garments, about to drape them over herself any which way—
“Excuse m—”
“No! Stay out!”
A shiver raced down her spine, and she shrieked without thinking.
Sorry to the clueless Kandor, but flashing him this disgrace was worse.
She stared at the still tent flap and exhaled in relief.
“Lady Silveryia?”
“S-sorry. Dozed off and crashed right there—haven't changed yet.”
“Pardon?”
“Still topless up here, is all. If you're here about my earlier offer, window's still open?”
“La-Lady Silveryia?!”
His voice—flustered like the virgin knight who'd guarded her back moments ago—made her forget her nudity for a beat, a smile tugging her lips.
But her body tensed like a cat in heat. Letdown after the scare? The Lewd Curse on her lower belly flickered with faint pink once more.
“H-huh... th-this...?”
What the...? When did she get a Lewd Curse? Virgin womb that she was, even Silveryia had to admit it looked utterly depraved as she eyed it. And with that confirmation, her slit gushed fresh nectar.
“Hyah♥”
“Lady Silveryia?”
“N-nothing! Just... spilled some water...”
“For a spill, your voice sounds...”
Sultry? Heh, so the boy's getting hard just sniffing my scent? Thinks he's a stud?
Huh? What am I even thinking...?
Something flitted through her mind as she gazed fondly at him through the flap—her face twisting in confusion.
Am I even me? Someone else in here? But denial crumbled as the curse brightened, her sapphire eyes tinting pink anew.
And with it, odd feelings stirred toward Kandor outside.
He wasn't top-tier, but reliable enough to watch her back. Had been. Would be.
A real male knows when to shove hard.
Boring if he doesn't.
Males shine when they rough up a female—like that orc.
‘Quit it!’ Female? Why these thoughts? Watching me? No—why at all?
She clutched her head, shaking it wildly, fighting the humiliating creep invading her mind.
“Lady Silveryia?”
Kandor's voice from outside. Silveryia panted shallowly.
No good. Can't cool down... Body's... burning up...
No. First... get it together...
Yield to this sensory storm? Hell no. Claw back sanity. Beat it!
She was Silveryia Isis, proud daughter of Veronica Isis!
No beastly urge would break her.
Flailing in unfamiliar heat, eyes darting—till the small water jug on the table caught her gaze.
Water. Guzzle it down, quench the fire.
She lurched to the table. But once there...
Corner...
The one she'd mindlessly craved earlier.
“Haa... haa...”
“...Lady? ...Lady?”
Kandor calling? Didn't matter.
The curse blazed, projecting onto the table as pink hearts bloomed in her sapphire blues.
Crunch. Heat-fogged, she mangled the edge in her grip.
“Aah...♥”
Then floodgates burst—her pussy drooling rivers, soaking the rounded corner. Wet squelches rose as her hips rocked slow, up and down.
Kandor yapping outside? Unheard.
Only the wood's defeated groans under her hands, her pussy's ecstatic sobs.
Squelching louder, she bit her finger to stifle—didn't want him hearing her filth.
“Nngh...♥ Mmph...♥”
Did that loyal knight know? The Silveryia he idolized was woman now—bitch in heat—humping a table like a whore.
Dumbass...♥
Prime pussy grinding on offer, and he won't take it. Real stud would've ignored her and stormed in!
Bashing blameless Kandor oddly thrilled her chest.
What if... right now... he rethinks, flings open the flap...?
Taboo rush. Ink on virgin white—dragging her deeper into bliss. Silveryia peeled off the table gingerly.
Tap, tap.
“Hngk...♥”
Dripping table behind, she crawled quadruped to the flap.
Seductive cat on prowl, leopard sinew—but unlike her caution, plump ass swayed lewdly, greedy slit trailing slick footprints.
At the flap, she rose warily on two legs.
Beyond this flimsy cloth: her steadfast knight, still chattering away.
A touch above average in talent and skill. Stuck in her shadow, war would eclipse him—no glory, no memory.
But she'd witnessed his grind firsthand, deemed it worthy. Planned a royal commendation in his name.
He'd never know he'd gotten it.
One hand fondled her breast, the other delved her pussy.
The honoree yammered on, clueless!
“Really... you okay? Nosy, but you sound off. Pale too.”
“Hng?!”
Squelch!
St-stop...
“A-ah... yeah, feeling rough.”
Lying to him. Again.
“Then tomorrow's morning briefing?”
“Br-briefing...? Haa...♥”
What? Hazy mind teetering—she couldn't parse, didn't care.
His concern clashed with her depraved fingering frenzy, spiking betrayal-fueled ecstasy.
Yeah... excuse to cloak my filth as 'his award'...♥
“Worse... than thought. Skip morning brief... sorry. For peak form... mind running it for me? Noon redo.”
Squelch.
“Hii...♥”
Ah... too good.
“Then, as discussed for tomorrow's ops meeting.”
“Y-yeah... gotcha...♥”
Aah... crashing again. Tidal bliss.
She mashed against the flap, pistoning madly.
“Withdrawing then. Rest up.”
Firm footfalls receding—Silveryia unleashed her pent flood.
“Gaaaaahhh...!!!”
Spluuuurt!
Last squirt hosing his spot—the curse dimmed. Spent, she crumpled into her own lewd puddle.
Raunchy, tangy, gluey—from her.
“Haa... haa... ♥”
Frog-legged, heaving. Door opens now? She'd pass for a brothel slut splayed for her john.
But whatever...
Eyes drifting shut.
And—
Hehe, centuries on, the lofty white lily finally starts to fall?
Unknown voice fading—blackout.