The Black Knight Swore to the Blind Saintess (45)
Ziek was a human raised among demons.
Curious about the world of humans, he had come to Pisak, where Ian Castollini lent him a hand. From then on, he kept meeting good people one by one, and his heart drifted ever further toward humanity's side.
Blessed with a fateful opportunity, he grew strong — and because of him, the Demon Army lost the war.
Among the demons, voices rose louder and louder: the creature we fed and raised has turned to the humans' side. He must pay for it, no matter what it takes.
Thus, the demon who infiltrated Pisak bent on revenge was the succubus Karen Claudia.
She was Ziek's step-sister.
From Karen's perspective, Ziek was a traitor who had abandoned his family.
The mission handed to her was to execute him.
Karen set her sights on Dain, the First Prince with a well-known appetite for beautiful women.
The pheromones pouring from a succubus's body — a virgin succubus, no less — were extraordinarily potent, more than enough to leave Dain utterly bewitched.
"Dain. Don't you want my body?"
Karen brought a finger to her lips.
"...If you would permit it."
Dain swallowed hard and answered.
She rested a foot on the First Prince's shoulder and said,
"Then what do you mean, you still haven't prepared a way to catch him? I told you that if you only help me get rid of Ziek, I would give you my body, entirely. Hmm?"
Sleep with a succubus and your vital essence is drained until you're a walking corpse.
There was no way the Empire's First Prince didn't know that.
He was simply drowning in pheromones so powerful that his reason was paralyzed — powerful enough to make him want her anyway.
Dain spoke.
"At the finals next week, I will deal with him myself."
"So how, exactly?"
"..."
"Hmm. Dain. I am completely disappointed in you."
"I'm sorry."
This was the problem with succubus pheromones.
They obeyed every word, but with their lust strangling their reason, they became complete blockheads.
Click. Click.
Clicking her high heels, Karen made a slow, full circle around the First Prince.
"Ian Castollini."
A familiar name fell from her lips.
"Make use of Ian Castollini."
"H-how...?"
"Of everyone who's made it to the semifinals, he has the highest chance of facing Ziek.
No. He's absolutely going to make it through."
Karen drew a long sword out of the empty air before her.
Thunk—
She planted it in front of the First Prince.
The tip of the blade sank into the marble floor as if it were tofu.
"Have him wield this sword."
"This is..."
"One time. That's all it takes.
A sword that can kill anyone instantly with a single swing of its blade-qi. Its power only awakens when its master — me — activates it."
She pulled the embedded sword from the floor.
◈ Responds only to its master's call.
◈ A single swing can lay waste to everything around it.
◈ A cursed blade capable of instantly killing any opponent — once.
Karen gazed at her own reflection in the blade.
Her eyes were sad.
'Ziek...'
She had loved him once — her brother. Even so, she could never bring herself to kill him with her own hands.
A week later.
Before anyone knew it, the day before the tournament's semifinals and finals had arrived.
"The odds have been calculated, sir!"
"Mr. Castollini, good luck in the finals tomorrow!"
"Haha. My semifinal opponent is strong too, so I can't promise I'll make it to the finals."
"Oh, come on! If it's you, Mr. Castollini, you're absolutely making the finals."
"Thank you. Have a good day."
'You absolute maniac...'
Just before closing, a customer walked off with an elf onahole.
Honestly, selling one of those covered a full day's wages — and we'd sold twenty of them today alone.
I washed my face dry-handed, feeling drained.
'This is insane.'
Ever since I got famous as the Dildo King, sales had tripled.
Customers came to get my autograph, and feeling too sheepish to leave empty-handed, they'd buy a condom or two like it was merch.
Then curiosity would get the better of them and they'd read one of the reviews Eve had written, agonize over it for a few days, and finally come back to buy the elf onahole after all.
I closed up the shop and headed upstairs.
Halfway up the stairs, Rose's voice drifted out from the bedroom.
"Aahh! Your Highness, if you do that, I— hngh!"
"Hold still."
Eve had asked to borrow my ring, saying she had something to discuss with Rose.
Apparently she was making her do something strange again.
'Two days ago she had her writing dildo reviews, and now...'
When I stepped into the bedroom, Rose was sprawled naked on the bed, legs spread wide like a plucked chicken.
"Ian..."
Rose looked up at me with eyes that begged for rescue.
Eve turned to me.
"Done closing up?"
I nodded.
"What's going on here?"
Fastened to Rose's nipple and clitoris were little pink wireless rotors, powered by mana.
Ziiiing— zzz— ziiing—
They vibrated in irregular, unpredictable cycles, and each one was topped with a kissy-slime that held it in place — and suckled at whatever it was attached to with every pulse.
"I finally found the real use for kissy-slimes. Pair one with a rotor like this, and you get vibration and suction stimulation at the same time. It doubles the effect."
I stared at Eve, utterly dumbfounded.
'Is she a genius or what?'
It was a method I'd never even imagined.
Princess or not, she really might have made a fortune in this business.
Eve addressed Rose.
"Well, Saintess? How does it feel?"
"Mmmh... I c-can't really tell."
Contradicting her answer entirely, clear holy nectar was already trickling down between the folds of her pink slit.
On top of that, wanting to try everything Eve had done the day before, Rose had signed a flesh-slave contract with me.
Thanks to that, a womb tattoo was now etched into her lower belly, its little ♡ glowing pink.
The Empire's one and only Saintess, wearing my personal flesh-slave womb tattoo, dripping with arousal, gazing up at me with desperate, pleading eyes.
I couldn't hold back any longer.
Undressing, I said,
"Saintess. Get on your stomach for me."
"Mm-hmm."
She rolled over from her back onto her front.
Ziiiing— zzz—
With every pulse of the rotors, her nectar flowed down like honey.
I gripped Rose's hips and pressed the tip of my erection against her soaked hole.
Then I asked Eve, who was watching from the side,
"Would Your Highness care to join us?"
"Iaaan. Why do you keep calling me 'Your Highness'..."
Beside Rose, Eve pushed out her lips in an exaggerated pout.
She hadn't put on nipple patches under her undercut top, so the shape of her nipples pressed plainly through the fabric.
A slim waist, a smooth lower belly bare of any womb tattoo.
The hem of her barely-there short skirt did wonders for the imagination.
"So that's a no, then?"
I gripped Rose's hips and slid my massive cock deep inside her in one smooth stroke.
"Aaahn♡"
Rose threw her head back and moaned like a bitch in heat.
The arousal pooled inside her squeezed out in a gush under the pressure.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Looks like it's just the two of us tonight, Saintess."
"Mm-hmm. Yes, Ian."
"Ahh, your pussy is incredible, Saintess."
"Thank you, Ian. Use me however you like."
Watching the Saintess being taken before her eyes, Eve bit down hard on her lower lip.
Slap-slap-slap-slap.
I fucked Rose harder from behind.
Her rotor-clipped breasts swayed obscenely beneath her.
"Aaaahn! Ian. I love you."
"I love you too, Saintess."
"I'm gonna cum."
"Go ahead. Cum as much as you want."
"Haaahn♥"
Deep inside the pistoning grip of her pussy, her juices gushed out around my huge cock in wave after wave.
beside us, Eve had been squirming and grinding, holding out — but at last she surrendered.
She knelt down on her stomach right beside Rose.
Then she flipped up her own skirt and rolled her panties down past her thighs.
"Ian. I— I want it too..."
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
I kept pounding into Rose as I asked,
"Ah. Today, honestly, I think I'd rather fuck the Princess than my flesh slave. Is that alright?"
"Fine, fine, just hurry..."
Eve tugged her panties the rest of the way off her legs.
Lowering her waist and raising her hips in a lewd arch, she took up the cat position.
I came up right beside her, kneading and grabbing the soft flesh of her hips.
"And your name would be?"
"...Mmnh?"
SLAP!
I smacked Eve's ass.
"Nngh♡"
"Your name."
"Evangeline."
SLAP!
"Full name."
"Hnngh. Evangeline. Eve. Loreline."
"And Evangeline is the Imperial Princess of the Loreline Empire, correct?"
"...Mm-hmm."
"And as the Princess, you want me to fuck you. Don't you?"
A thread of her arousal dripped down from her pussy, drop by heavy drop.
Evangeline clutched the bedsheet in a white-knuckled grip.
"Yes."
"Then say it. Beg me to fuck you, Your Highness."
Squeezing her eyes shut, she said,
"...F-fuck me. Ian."
Beneath the thin fabric of her undercut, her nipples were swelling up stiff in real time.
I pulled out of Rose, and immediately ground the head of my cock furiously against the Princess Evangeline's waiting slit beside her.
"Haa... haa... haaaah..."
Evangeline's breath came ragged and hot.
She knew exactly what awaited her — the pleasure she had been aching for.
"From this moment on, I am your master forever, and you, Your Highness, are my flesh slave. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes."
Evangeline nodded again and again.
"Then I'm putting it inside your pussy, Your Highness."
"Yes. Put it in. Ian."
I seized the Princess's slim waist and sank my thick cock into her in one long, slow thrust.
"Aaaaaaaahn♥"
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"How does my cock feel, Your Highness?"
"So good. It's so, so good."
"Saintess, stay exactly in that position."
"Mm. Ian."
And with that I began driving into Eve, hard and fast.
Slap-slap-slap-slap.
"Aahn! Iaaan, aaaaahn♥"
Her breasts bounced with every thrust from behind, her undercut top rolling up.
Her stiff pink nipples peeked into view.
Then I looked down at the pussy of Rose, kneeling beside us.
"Saintess. Spread your pussy open with your fingers so I can use it however I like."
"Mm-hmm."
Rose spread her hole open with her fingers.
Gazing Molestation — ×4
"Nngh!"
Rose's hips jolted and shuddered.
I gripped one cheek of her ass and said,
"I'm doing it with magic, so keep it spread for me."
"Mm. Okay, Ian."
I violated them both at once — Eve with my cock, Rose with Gazing Molestation.
"Ian's cock is so good. Ahh♥"
"Mmph. Ian. What, hnngh, what magic is this? Mmmnn♡"
Slap-slap-slap-slap.
Every time I drove into Eve, her ass jiggled springily.
"Ian. You know I love you too, right?"
"Of course, Your Highness.
I love you as well."
Rose spoke up from beside us.
"I love him more, Ian. I love you more."
"No. I love him more."
"Ladies, don't fight. Keep it up and neither of you gets any cock for a while."
"..."
"..."
They stopped fighting.
So that works on them, huh.
I alternated between the Princess and the Saintess, fucking one with my massive cock and the other with Gazing Molestation.
Slap-slap-slap-slap.
"Ahh. Saintess, I can cum inside you, right?"
"Yes, Ian. Cum all of it, every drop."
From beside us, Eve — still fingering herself open and taking the brunt of Gazing Molestation — said,
"Ian. Me, me too..."
"I'll split it half and half for you, so wait your turn."
My balls slapped against her mound hard enough to echo with a sharp smack, smack.
"Iaaan, give it to me. Cum in me."
"Saintess!"
I grabbed Rose's hips and poured my cum deep into her pussy.
Spuuurt! Spuuuuurt! Spurt!
"Aaaahn♥"
The pleasure semen flooded into her body, and she couldn't hold herself up any longer — her upper body collapsed flat against the bed.
When I was about halfway through, I pulled out of her.
Hurrying over to Eve, I plunged straight into her fingers-spread hole.
"Ahh!"
she moaned.
Her inner walls clamped down tight around my thick shaft.
Spuuuuurt! Spuuurt!
I pumped load after load deep into the noble pussy of the Imperial Princess.
"Uuuuuugh!"
Hit by the creampie, Eve threw her head back and arched her spine like a drawn bow.
"Ahh. Your Highness."
"Iaaan, aaaaah♥"
Her mouth fell open in a silent haaah, eyes fixed glassily on the ceiling.
When it was over, I pulled out.
Then I stepped back a couple of paces to take in the magnificent sight before me, all at once.
The Empire's Princess and its Saintess, kneeling side by side on the bed.
The Saintess lay flat against the mattress, nothing but her hips raised high in the air.
The ♡ of her womb tattoo had, at some point, blazed pure white — a full ♥.
Every time her hips spasmed through another climax, she moaned and squirted clear girl-cum in twitching little bursts.
"Haa... haaah... nngh, mmm♥"
Ziiiing— zzz—
The rotor on her clitoris buzzed in its irregular rhythm.
With every pulse, fresh gouts of my cum spilled out of her hole in heavy handfuls.
Next to her, the Princess had somehow managed to keep her kneeling position.
Hips low, upper body lifted, she traced a lovely curve with the arch of her back.
Lost in pleasure, she stared blankly at the ceiling as if hallucinating.
Cum poured out of her hole just the same.
She didn't forget to twerk her ass, either, even while squirting around it.
Faint moans slipped from her slack, parted lips.
"Ahh... aaaaahhhh..."
Exactly as she'd been trained to do over so many sessions, she reached up, clutched one of her breasts, and squeezed it hard.
Beneath her rolled-up top, from the puffy pink nipple that popped into view, white milk sprayed out in a perfect arc.
Splash, splash.
"Aahn, aaahn♥"
Every time it happened, the pleasure crashing over her whole body made her jolt and shudder in surprise.
Both of them had reached level 3, exactly as I'd planned.
Considering that Rose had lifted a paralyzed man to his feet back at level 1, level 3 was no laughing matter anymore.