The Black Knight Swore to the Blind Saintess

"Ian. Are you okay? Tell me you're okay."

Hanging from the tentacles, Rose was worried about me instead.

I brushed the tentacle residue from my hands and walked over to her.

"I'm fine. I feel like I've gained some kind of power."

I stood before Rose.

My fully erect Big Cock for Training came to rest atop her mound.

Tense, Rose gave a full-body shudder.

With both arms bound behind her, she hung suspended before my eyes, legs spread in an M-shape.

Her black priestess habit had already melted away in all the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠important places—little more than rags now.

Those supple, bouncy breasts that seemed to spring with life just from looking at them.

And perched atop them, peach-tinted nipples, cute as little desserts.

"Rose. You're beautiful."

I gazed down at Rose's pink pussy.

"...Ian. D-don't stare like that."

Shame burning across her face, Rose turned her head away.

Clear arousal was trickling out of her tightly closed hole, dripping down in thick, sticky strands.

I gripped my cock and pressed the tip against her soaked entrance.

"Nnngh. Ian...

I'm... I'm scared."

"You've got nothing to be afraid of, Rose. Look at me."

Rose slowly turned her head and met my gaze.

Her face flushed with heat, she was breathing hard and heavy.

What the tip of my cock was touching was, unmistakably, Emilia Rosebloom herself.

Starting from the thick crown, I began spreading her open, pushing in slowly.

"Ian..."

"I love you, Rose."

"I love you too. I love you too, Ian—"

I drove the Big Cock for Training into her depths in a single stroke.

Slllurp—

"Hyaahng!"

Rose threw her head back with a cry.

Something I'd noticed over several uses now—the Big Cock for Training, despite its girth, slid in far more easily than it should have.

Blood-tinged arousal leaked from where our bodies joined.

After waiting a moment, her pussy began to mold itself around my cock like a cast of its exact shape.

From within, her velvety walls clenched down hard around my shaft.

Arousal flowed ceaselessly from the seam where her pussy gripped the thick cock stuffed inside her.

Before long, what trickled out was only clear, unsullied arousal, no trace of red remaining.

Without a word, I started moving my hips.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

Every time my cock sank in, the arousal inside her was churned and crushed.

"Haah. Haaah. Ian.

Something feels... strange."

"It doesn't hurt anymore, right?"

"Mmhm."

The morning sun slanted down through the trees.

Smack, smack, smack, smack.

At some point my pounding had grown fierce, faster and harder.

"Ian. Nngh. Aaahng♥"

Sinking deeper into pleasure, Rose's moans began to break with love-sick cries.

Every violent thrust sent her breasts swaying like pudding.

Smack, smack, smack, smack.

"Aahng. Ian. I'm— I'm gonna come agaaain, hnngh!"

Eyes squeezed shut, Rose arched her back like a drawn bow and came.

Impaled on the massive cock, she shuddered through her hips and clenched her toes tight.

While she rode it out, I suckled her nipples, again and again.

"Haah. Haah. Ian. I can't anymore, my body... hnnn."

"I'm about to come."

"Hngh!"

I gripped Rose's hips tight and resumed thrusting.

Picking up speed, faster and faster.

At the limit, I hammered into her so hard the smack of flesh echoed through the forest.

"Nngh. Ian. It feels good."

"Rose. I'm coming inside."

"Yes♥"

"Aaaaa—"

I buried my cock to the very deepest part of her pussy.

"Hnnnngh!"

And then, into the pussy of Emilia Rosebloom—the Red Jewel of the Empire—I began mercilessly unleashing a massive load of semen.

Spurt. Splurt. Spuuuuurt! Spurt!

Rose's hips jolted again and again.

"Haa. Haa. Haa."

"Haa. Haa."

Finished, Rose and I panted for breath, staring at each other.

Shhhhlik.

The thick tentacle that had been coiled around Rose's slender waist began to move.

Before it could fully unwind, I quickly caught Rose in my arms.

The tentacles binding her arms and legs slid free as well.

"Hnn. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Ian."

Rose looked on the verge of tears.

I could feel it—the relief of finally escaping that repulsive tentacle, and her gratitude toward me.

With her newly freed arms and legs, she threw them around me.

"Rose."

"Ian."

Holding me tight, Rose rubbed her cheek against mine.

"Rose, look at that."

The slow-moving Bibic had somehow drifted far into the distance.

It grew smaller and smaller between the trees, then vanished from sight altogether.

That grotesque-looking creature struck me, for a fleeting moment, as something almost divine.

"Thank god."

I pressed a kiss to Rose's cheek.

She took my face in her hands and brought her lips to mine.

Mwah.

Lips parting, we rested our foreheads gently against each other.

My cock was still fully erect and buried inside Rose's pussy.

Embarrassed, Rose followed my gaze with her eyes.

"What? You want to go again?"

Instead of answering, I grabbed her hips and began grinding the thick shaft deep inside her like a pestle in a mortar.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

The white semen filling her pussy gurgled and overflowed back out.

"Mmm♥ Ian."

Rose pulled me in and hugged me even tighter.

Two weeks later.

I woke to the sound of the waves.

Our shelter: trees propped up in an A-frame with branches laid across them. Beneath us, a bed of woven scraps of old clothing laid over a cushion of piled leaves.

"You're awake, Ian?"

Rose, already up, rested a hand on my chest and nuzzled against my side.

I could feel her breasts pressed against my arm. Ah. So this is real.

I rolled onto my side and stroked the small of her back.

"Rose, sleep well?"

We shared a light kiss. Nothing but the scent of roses on both our lips.

I traced kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her chest.

"Nnngh. You're doing this first thing in the morning?"

"Nothing new about it. That's the rule—right when we wake up."

"Tch. Who ever heard of such a rule."

I spread Rose's legs and slid between her thighs.

Putting on her coy act, but her pussy was already soaked through.

I pressed my cock against her wet mound.

"Emilia Rosebloom. Who do you belong to?"

"Hnngh. You already know."

Rose's face went red.

"I just want to hear you say it."

"I'm Ian's."

My cock slid smoothly into her pussy.

"Aahng♥"

Rose arched her back lightly with a satisfied expression.

"Ahh. Rose."

This was how our days began—three rounds of finishing inside, right where we woke, before getting on with the day.

Before noon, I'd grab my sack (harvested from the beach) and head into the sea, hunting just enough fish and crab underwater for a meal.

With strength and speed beyond human, it was less hunting and more like picking things up.

"Look at this, Rose. Caught this much again today."

"Wow— amazing, Ian! Wait here, I'll get the cooking ready?"

Rose grilled fish over the campfire and steamed the crab on a bed of leaves over the coals.

I came up beside her while she cooked and pressed my body against hers.

"What? Hungry? Just a little longer. The fish will grill faster."

"I'm hungry for something else."

I squeezed her breasts.

"You're hopeless."

Shedding her clothes, she cupped her own breasts and offered a nipple to my mouth.

When I suckled Rose's nipple, she let out a sweet cry and stroked my head.

"Mmm♥"

Her nipples had become so sensitive now that a few licks and they'd stand right up.

Eating, sleeping—and every hour in between, we spent tangled together.

As if that were the whole of life itself.

A dark night.

Crackle, crackle.

The campfire blazed outside.

On the bed of leaves. Rose licked my cock while I stroked her hair.

Slurp. Slop. Slurp.

"This is how you liked it, right?"

Rose ran her tongue along the underside of the tip.

"Yeah. Feels good, Rose."

"Drink lots of your cum for me quickly, Ian~"

"Say things like that and I might come even faster, you know?"

Rose gave the massive cock a lick and murmured,

"I love sucking my master's cock sooo much."

Mwah, mwah.

She sealed her mouth around it and sucked, drawing hard.

I stroked her hair.

"Tastes good?"

Rose swirled her tongue around the tip.

"Haah. Mmhm."

"Ah—I'm about to come. Turn around."

"Okay."

Rose turned, offering me her lewd rear, and lowered her hips with practiced ease.

I pistoned the massive cock into her soaked hole.

Smack, smack, smack, smack.

My balls slapped against her mound over and over.

"Aahng♥"

"I'm coming?"

"Yes. Come for me."

"Ahh."

"Ahhhnnnn♥ Aahng. Hnn— Iaan's coming, coming inside me..."

The next day.

In the morning, Rose and I went to fetch water from the stream together.

On the way back, I had her brace herself against a rock and took her from behind, driving into her.

"Nnngh. Ian, I— I'm gonna come."

I pulled my cock all the way out, then gave her ass a firm smack.

"Come."

"Hngh! Aaaaahng♥"

Her hips trembling, Rose sprayed a clear stream of water.

"There we go."

I stroked her waist gently.

"Haahng. You've made my body all broken, Ian..."

Rose accused me in a voice dripping with love-sick cries. She was so adorable I kissed her.

We stayed right there kissing for a long while before gathering up the water again.

On the way back to our shelter, Rose stopped dead.

So startled was she that she dropped the water container from her hands.

"Ian! Ian! Look— over there. Isn't that a ship?"

A single sailing ship was approaching from far off.

Rose grabbed my arm.

"It looks like it's coming this way. It saw our signal, didn't it?"

We had set three columns of smoke rising as a rescue signal.

I frowned and studied ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the ship closely.

"That mark on the sail. Isn't that the Goddess Order Rose belongs to?"

"It is. It's an Order ship.

Ian. We can finally go home. We can actually go home.

Hurry—let's go, quickly."

I set the water down and gripped Rose by both shoulders.

"Rose, listen to me carefully. You have to board that ship alone."

"W-what are you saying, Ian?"

Rose's eyes trembled.

"What do you think happens if it comes out that Emilia Rosebloom lived on a deserted island with a man she wasn't married to?"

"I can explain it all myself, Ian. It doesn't matter. Come on, let's hurry."

Refusing to face reality, she grabbed my arm and tried to pull me along.

I took hold of her and shook her gently.

"Rose, listen to me. You lived here alone. That's the story."

"Ian. You promised me."

"Rose. We're leaving this island together, no matter what. Understood?"

"Have you forgotten?"

"..."

I remembered. I had said that.

"If you don't go, I'm not going either. We leave together or not at all."

"Rose..."

"How am I supposed to leave you behind and go by myself?"

This won't do.

If the Order's people—no, if the whole world—found out Rose had spent her time on a deserted island with a man, everything would be over for her.

Wasn't the navy supposed to arrive a month from now in the original story?

Ah. Right. The rescue signal. That's why they're early.

An Order ship works in my favor, actually.

They'll be all women aboard—without me there, Rose's nerves will be that much steadier.

I called for Rhea in my mind.

'Rhea. Can you pull me into your space? Make it so I no longer exist on this island.'

"Rose. I'm sorry.

No matter how I think about it, this is the only way."

"Why do you keep saying that?"

Tears welled up in the eyes looking at me.

Anxiety gathered in those rose-tinted irises.

I looked her straight in both eyes and spoke.

"I swear it to you.

I swear I will come back for you—I'll stake everything I am on it. Understood?"

"Hngh. You promised. You said we'd go together. You said—"

Rose's shoulders shook as she began to cry.

I wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Don't cry, Rose. Look. The ship you've been waiting for so long is finally coming."

Standing beside Rose, I pointed to the ship approaching in the distance.

"*Sob*... No. I'm going with you. If you don't come with me, I won't board it either."

She lifted her head, wiping her tears.

It was quiet.

Sensing something wrong, Rose turned her head.

"Ian...? Ian!"

There was no one beside her.