Hands Reaching Out to the Female Knight
What do female knights and princess knights have in common? That they're women? That they're knights? Or maybe that they start off looking invincible, like they're on track for an undefeated legend, only to get wrecked the moment some big bad stud shows up?
Yeah, that's spot on. Not wrong at all. But these female knights who've kept our lonely nights company through history all spit out the same line before they get stripped buck naked, no matter who they are.
"Kuh, kill me!"
How sweet is that? In novels, movies, plays—all those literary gems we've devoured—we've seen it a million times. Like in dramas where they just need to turn their heads to spot each other but miss it because of some neck-strain cliché, or the "thought he was the villain but turns out he's one of us?!" twist that's actually an industrial spy plot. Female knights facing orcs? Cliché if it is one.
But even if everything else gets flak for being clichéd, that line—"I will never submit to you!"—glaring at the enemy with fierce, unyielding eyes, knowing full well they won't kill her and she can't do shit anyway... that magical line she hurls out: "Kuh, kill me! Ahh—hell, just hearing it out loud for the first time today has me ready to blow already."
Picture it: a silver-haired, blue-eyed top-tier beauty, buck naked, glaring daggers at me while snarling "Kuh, kill me!" Can you imagine? Not some bucket-list fantasy like "one-night stand with a random hot foreigner" that you'll never pull off—just pure, real-life action!
Honestly, I'd drop trou right now and yell, "Haha, how's the taste of the Red Bear's mighty cock?!" But nah, thinking it over, that'd be too boring.
She's a female knight! I keep stressing it, but she's a goddamn female knight! And female knights have their own special flavor! Sure, I've never actually tasted one, but like salivating over dishes from Cooking Master Boy just by watching—you don't need to eat it to know. After years as a chronic wanker, I've got the expertise to know what makes a female knight taste unique.
Unyielding spirit! Eyes blazing with "no matter the torture, I'll never break!" resolve! But her body betraying her will, that panicked confusion on her face—that's what I crave!
So I didn't lay a hand on Silveryia Isis, sprawled there naked and bound. Even though she glared at me with pure hate, her snow-white bush—matching her hair—barely hiding her pussy!
Patience is bitter, pussy juice is sweet. Right now, Silveryia's a bit rough around the edges, like Thor's Stormbreaker in Avengers—unrefined, but destined to be Asgard's greatest king's weapon. Her future's the same: fated to wag her ass for orcs, turning into an orc cock-sleeve.
"Gobugobu!!"
"Gyahahaha!"
An orc and goblin cackling lewdly over a pathetic female knight face-down in the dirt—pure fantasy bliss. Meanwhile, did Silveryia realize we wouldn't kill her despite her hopes? Despair flickered in her eyes for a split second.
"Hngh!"
"Whoa, no can do."
Crack! I blocked her from biting her tongue with my finger.
"Eek! Eek!"
She chomped like she wanted to sever it. I let her go at it—oh ho, blood beaded on my finger.
Some fantasy novels bond master-servant through blood... Goju might know a way, but that's too easy. Pass.
Smack smack!
"Oh? What, you gonna suck out my blood till I croak or something?"
"Hmph?!"
Look at those eyes—like "How'd you know?!" Yeah... was she seriously plotting that? Makes sense; she's only seen knights cleaved in half or gushing blood from a single swing. Cute little thoughts like that.
She looked almost adorable, but to show her the orcs she'd face aren't pushovers, I tied her to a nearby pillar where she'd have a front-row seat. I yanked my bloody index finger from her mouth and shoved the ball gag Goju handed me between her teeth.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
"What? What's that? Can't hear ya. Excuse me?"
Screw her knightly honor and all that crap. Ignoring her death glare at me—the guy mocking her while she's tied up—I dangled my bleeding finger right in her face.
"Lemme give you two weak spots on me. First, my heart. Stab here, you're dead. No mercy! And the other..."
Squelch! My bleeding index finger plunged into my temple.
"My head! Watch close—I'm showing ya personally! Exactly where to cut for max damage! No follow-ups, so memorize it now!"
Crunch crunch—twisting my finger, bone grinding filled the tent with horror.
This oughta drill it in: I'm no ordinary orc! Some punk who chops off my arm like it's nothing? Now she's drenched in blood from my temple, helpless and tied.
Tension building. High as fuck!
"Part of this shitshow was just to live out that monologue, but a female knight before an orc? Feels like I could fly to the heavens!"
Pop! Finger yanked free, hole in my temple already sealed. I plopped onto Silveryia's cum-scented bed and ordered Goju.
"Get started."
"Got it, boss! Kehkehkeh..."
Goju flashed a wicked grin at me lounging like a king. He muttered an incantation, and spooky shit went down in the tent—like poltergeists from the stories. Every piece of furniture but my bed floated up.
"Hngh?!"
Silveryia, tied to the pillar, floated too, eyes wide scanning around. As tables' legs detached and furniture whirled chaotically, they formed... parallel bars. School gym style.
Super high ones. She thrashed mid-air, already knowing what was coming.
"Hey! Don't interrupt my focus, you sow!"
Snap!
"Mmph?!"
Goju's magic whip lashed her back. One crack tamed her rebellion. She settled onto the bars—predictably, legs dangling, pussy alone bearing her weight in lewd agony.
"Couldn't make a wooden horse—short on timber, boss!"
"Nah? Good job anyway."
Thanks to that, I've got this prime view.
"Mmph...!"
She squirmed to escape, but it just ground her pussy harder.
"Hngh...♥ Hngh...♥"
Her belly's lewd curse glowed brighter, her groans shifting from defiance to sweet signals for a male. Her pussy dripped, puddles forming below.
Started as desperate struggle; now her writhing was pure self-pleasure tool.
"Mmph!!!"
Splash!
Damn, squirting already? Too quick to fall... I stood, inwardly disappointed at her exhausted, spent form.
"Mmph...?"
She gazed up, weary and pleading. I un-gagged her.
"Haa...♥"
Hearts damn near in her eyes. My cock twitched, but I held back—baiting for sweeter fruit.
"Kan... Kandor? That subordinate knight of yours I nabbed for mouthing off?"
"You... Ka, Kandor... sir...♥"
Hating me yet moaning so sweetly from pleasure? Anyway, mentioning her man reignited her glare.
"He's alive."
"L-Liar...♥"
She eyed me like she didn't buy it. I repeated.
"He's alive."
"N-Nooo... y-your... l-lie...♥"
Tsk tsk.
"Orcs don't lie. I swear it on my name, Red Bear."
"Hngh...?"
Time to drop the bait.
"Wanna bet, Silveryia Isis?"
"B-Bet...?"
"Yeah, a bet. Just you and me. Contract, whatever—write it down if you want."
She eyed me like "keep talking, see where this goes." I swayed like a drunk on a wire toward her.
"Simple bet. Me and this goblin? We'll train you."
"Train...?"
"Won't touch your pussy virginity. Everything else? Fair game. Endure it all without submitting, you win. Kandor or whatever's yours. But if you beg to offer your virginity? I win. Easy, right?"
"D-Don't... m-mess... such a bet..."
"Oh? Then I'll let Kandor die?"
"Kuh!"
"Aww— the great heroine knight Silveryia Isis, sacrificing her subordinate for chastity! What unbreakable spirit!"
I hammed it up like a comedy actor. She gnashed her teeth.
"F-Fine... I... accept."
"Smart girl."
"But!!"
"??"
"Change... terms. If I win... Kandor sir... and your life too."
Oh? Bold. I grinned.
"Deal. Can't bet your life without staking mine!"
Call it bluff if you want. But now I get why I was reborn an orc. All those bored survival days—now I've got my first real goal as an orc.
Turn this female knight into my personal bitch.
Simple, clear, worth dying for!
"Gyaha, gyahahahaha!"
For once, it wasn't my usual fake bravado—real laughter bubbling from the heart.