The Saintess in Heat
He was inside her.
His thick cock plunged in, filling her tight channel to the brim in a single, merciless thrust. Though her maidenhood had been claimed long ago during their very first encounter, taking him inside always brought back that exact same sensation. Of course, the man who had torn her hymen back then had been him as well.
Who in the world could have ever imagined it? The darling jewel of Count Bellerose, said to have been born to receive the adoration of all mankind; an untouchable ice queen who refused to let any man so much as graze her skin in order to preserve her spotless purity. That very same Emily Bellerose, having received marriage proposals from all five heroes who had saved the realm and now standing on the eve of her grand wedding, was secretly a shameless bitch panting beneath a commoner in an illicit tryst, desperately begging for his cock.
Her family, her friends, and the legendary men she was betrothed to would never dream of the lewd, degrading spectacle she made of herself, nor the filthy tongue she used behind closed doors. Emily felt an unspeakable mortification at her own depravity, yet the sheer ecstasy of it eclipsed the shame a thousand times over. And looking down at her was Hans, his gaze heavy with utter exasperation and disdain.
Finding that contemptuous glare of his unbearably endearing, she beamed up at him—only to be cut short.
Schluck! Schluck! Squuuurtch!
"Ngh-aaah...♡♡?! Kkgh-aaahk—♡♡!!"
"A loser, huh...?! You're just a bitch in heat begging a loser for his cock, so who the hell do you think you are...!!"
"Hyah-♡?! I'm, I'm sorryyy-♡♡! I'm sorry for talking back when I'm just a bitch in heat-♡♡!! I'll reflect on it-♡! I'll apologize-♡! So please forgive me just this once-♡♡!!"
"Cut the crap! You're the one who spread your legs practically begging to be drilled...!! An empty-headed slut like you needs to get pounded raw all night long to knock some sense into that skull, don't you?!"
Schluuuuck—!!
"Ohooo-♡! Th-That's right-♡♡!! An airheaded bitch like meee...!! Needs to get pounded by Hans's cock all day long to... ogh...♡♡!! Learn her, lesson, aagh...!! Ngh-uuugh-♡♡!!"
His vicious, degrading insults rained down upon her alongside bone-rattling thrusts, threatening to scatter her consciousness to the winds. Pinned beneath an overwhelming pressure that left her entirely immobile, she was forced to confront just how utterly powerless she was. Yet even as she lay helpless, she could not stop herself from craving the affection and attention of the strapping man ravishing her before her eyes.
Why? Why was Emily Bellerose—beloved by the entire empire and destined to marry five legendary heroes—indulging in such a reckless, dangerous affair with a mere commoner rather than a peer of the realm? If anyone were to ask, Emily would give a simple answer:
Because he is the only thing in this world I ever chose for myself.
And because she had become entirely his, body and soul. Having been reduced to a creature that could no longer live without him, Emily pleaded and whimpered over and over.
"M-More, more, mooorrre...♡♡!! Slap these trashy watermelon tits of mine-♡♡!! Pierce this slut's pussy with your magnificent cock so this brainless bitch in heat wakes up...♡!! Impale me, Lord Hans-♡♡!!"
"Haa...! You lunatic...! A woman on the verge of a wedding, begging another man for cock instead of waiting for her husbands...! Do you think those bastards will let this slide if they find out?!"
Schlup-splat! Squuuurch! Schliiiick!
"Ngh-ooohk-♡♡?! I-It's fineee-♡♡!! Th-Those fools will forgive me no matter what I dooo-♡! Absolutely everything-♡♡!?"
Grab!
"Kkheck—?!"
"You crazy cunt! I'm talking about me, not you! The second we're caught, it's my neck on the chopping block! How long do you plan on keeping this shit up?!"
Ch-Choking me...! I can't breathe...! It feels like I'm going to pass out right now...! Hah, that's why it's so wonderful...! His rough, bruising grip... the marks he leaves behind... I love it so much...♡♡!!
"Fuck... I ought to just pack my bags and bolt to some distant countryside where the air is clean and the water is fresh. You think that'd be better too, don't you?"
"Hyeep...♡! N-Nooo-♡! Don't go...! You can't... abandon me...♡!"
Smack—!
"Kyaa-haak-♡!!"
"I-I'm sorry for causing you distress-♡! I-I'll be careful not to bring trouble upon Lord Hans, kkgh-uuuh...♡!"
"You swear? If things look even remotely dangerous, I'm disappearing on the spot. Got it?"
"Y-Yes, sirrr...♡!!"
Ah. Choking me and slapping my cheek at the same time—how sweet...! This man knows what I love all too well...! Even though his trembling hands show how nervous he is, he's still indulging my desires. You're the only person in the world who could ever treat me like this...♡! So please don't cast me aside. I'll be an even better girl for you...♡
"Hah...! Look at you, grinning like an idiot while getting smacked around...! What would people think if they found out the esteemed lady of House Bellerose was such a filthy masochist, huh?"
"Heh, hehe...! I don't know...! I don't care...! As long as I have Lord Hans...! Nothing else matters to meee...♡♡!"
"Damn it...! You insatiable, degenerate noble bitch...!!"
Schluuuurp! Schluuuck! Squiiiirtch!
"Ngh-ooohk-♡♡?! Kkhiit, kkheck, nggk-hiii-♡♡!!"
"You really love me that much?! You love this cock that much?! When you're gonna be getting plowed by five different men later...?! You think those bastards can ever make you feel like this?!"
"N-No wayyy-!! Those bastards couldn't hold a candle to you...♡♡!! They're probably premature weaklings with tiny dicks, total losers...♡♡!! I'd rather die than let those bastards touch me-♡♡!!"
"Then die right here...! Before you get split open by those other bastards...! Die while getting drilled by my cock and drenched in my cum, you filthy bitch...!!"
"Ohooo-♡!! Y-Yes, masterrr-♡!! I'll die for you-♡! Coming out of my mind while being impaled on your cock-♡♡!! Before my husbands can ever touch me...! I'll die getting knocked up with your cum, Lord Hansss-♡♡!!"
Vile, shameless words that would make any respectable citizen faint in horror—vulgar didn't even begin to describe them. But openly degrading her prospective husbands while acting like a depraved pet for Hans only drove her arousal to unprecedented heights.
And finally—
Schluuuuuurk—!!
"Khh...!"
Splurt—!! Spluuuurt—!!
"Ngh-ooohk—♡♡!!"
Hans drove his cock deep into her womb as if intending to skewering her from the inside out, releasing a scalding torrent of seed. Emily shuddered violently, feeling every single pulse of hot cum flooding her innermost depths. Her mouth fell open, her tongue lolled out, and her eyes rolled back into a thoroughly ruined, lewd mess as she was swallowed by a mind-shattering climax.
"Kk-huk, oh-ok, uu-heeet...♡!"
Her body twitched several times before every ounce of strength melted from her limbs. Just as her consciousness began to fade into blackness—
Thud—!
"Ohooo-♡♡?!"
Pshuuuu—!!
A sharp, stinging impact struck her lower abdomen, brutally dragging her fading senses back from the brink. Whimpering and panting, Emily squirmed against the lingering ache in her belly. Hans looked down at her with a fierce, predatory grin.
"Who gave you permission to pass out? The night's still young. Right?"
"... Heheh...♡! Y-Yes, sirrr...♡!"
My filthy cunt...♡! Ravish me all night long...♡!
"Crazy bastard. You really don't know when to draw the line, do you?"
It was a bitter, self-deprecating remark directed squarely at myself. True to my word, the sex with Emily had continued straight through the night, and I had treated her brutally every second of it. Pounding her, smacking her, strangling her... If a commoner were ever caught doing something like this to a high-ranking noblewoman, a simple beheading would be a mercy; they would probably draw and quarter me in the town square.
What the hell was wrong with me? I was never this kind of person. Every time we started, I made a conscious effort to be gentle, yet the moment it was over, I was always drowning in regret. Or was the character of 'Hans' harboring some deep-rooted, subconscious grudge against the nobility because of his peasant status? Well, to be fair... even before waking up in this world, my tastes had leaned somewhat toward the sadistic side, but I was fairly certain it had never been this severe. Where on earth had things gone off the rails?
As I sat there spiraling into my own brooding thoughts, Emily, who had gotten dressed at some point, turned to me with an amused expression.
"Why such a solemn face? As always, tonight remains our little secret."
"... No reason. Are you feeling alright physically?"
"Asking that now? Fufu. Well, my neck is rather stiff from being choked. I imagine the bruising will last quite a while..."
"... I have no excuse."
"It's fine. It'll heal soon enough anyway. But just in case, you should brainstorm some new methods for next time."
"Pardon? New methods...?"
"There are plenty of ways to take my breath away besides throttling me, aren't there? That punch to the stomach earlier was exquisite as well. That sharp ache and rush of bliss when you struck right over my womb...! Ah... just remembering it makes me...♡!"
Right. Now it made sense. The reason I was descending further and further into sadism was because I had a terminal, hardcore masochist right beside me. She kept egging me on, goading me, dragging me deeper into depravity right along with her. A romance fantasy heroine whose secret kink was severe masochism—how in the world had this setting gotten so twisted?
"Well then, Hans. I have to meet with my husbands today, so I'll be taking my leave first. I'm sorry to leave you sleeping all alone."
"Don't worry about it. If anything, I'm the one who owes you an apology for keeping you up so late."
"Fufu, even if you had tried to stop, I would have tormented you until dawn anyway."
I walked Emily to the door as she prepared to return home before her prospective husbands came looking for her. Once she was officially married, these secret rendezvous would inevitably come to an end. In all honesty, a small part of me felt a lingering twinge of regret, but it couldn't be helped—
"Oh, and by the way. When my husbands come to visit you later, please take good care of them. In more ways than one."
"Excuse me? Ah, yes. Don't worry about that. Strictly speaking, I know those gentlemen far better than you do, my lady."
"Yes. That's why I feel so at ease. Well then, may you have a peaceful night."
Leaving behind a deeply meaningful smile until the very end, Emily activated her teleportation magic and vanished back to her estate. I wondered what kind of absurd scheme she had cooked up this time, but considering I had already cleared the game and seen the story through to its happy reverse-harem ending, what could possibly go wrong?
Or so I naively believed.
The very next morning, reading the headline emblazoned across the front page of the morning newspaper, I realized with gut-wrenching clarity just how foolish I had been.
"... What the fuck...?"