5 comments/ 61842 views/ 14 favorites Knight's Conquest Ch. 1 By: evilernie You are breathing heavily. You are sucking air into your lungs like you almost drowned. Technically, you almost did. By the skill and intensity that Luna attacked your cock with her scalding mouth and her dexterous fingers, you stopped breathing to focus your concentration to not ejaculate your essence for this vessel of evil. Fortunately, she stopped. She stood up and looked down at your throbbing organ. Her eyes moved up (proud of her expert manipulations), she smiled and shows you her pearly whites. She is sent to corrupt you. You know it and she knows it. She took it as a challenge to break you. Rather than be a helpless virgin nymph seeking protection from a holy knight of Kagnas, she appeared to you in all her demonic glory – bright white extended canines, arm-length leathery wings, tiny horns protruding from her forehead and long, slender dark-red tail. In spite of her supernatural amenities, you cannot help but be aroused by her. After all, without her extra features, she is the most beautiful woman that you laid your eyes on. She has an evil yet sensual facial features, ample breast, very slim waist, slick clean-cut pussy and well-defined legs and thighs. To accentuate these features she is a wearing a finely crafted chain-mail where the breast area is exposed, a studded collar, thigh-high five-inch stiletto boots and a belt made up of tiny bones. To complete the ensemble, she has two big circular earrings and she is wearing arm-length gloves, but with her finger exposed. She exudes lust, in the most extreme definition of the term. She knew that the strict and conservative life of a knight contributes to the pent up debauchery in one's subconscious. A knight is trained to be gallant, respectful and always in control. She knows the idea of losing control, to be forced to submit, fear and the idea of helplessness is in your innermost fantasy. The fantasy and longing that you repress because of society and your duty. But she is going to unearth that craving and letting it consume you. She is going to use any weakness and any fetish a person might have to accomplish her goal. And now, her goal is you. The spikes of her heels rested about five inches from each side of your waist. She knelt down and grabbed your pulsating member and direct it to her moist nether region. She leaned towards you. The cold sensation of the steel, the pressure of her hard nipples and the softness of her breast coming in contact with your bare chest, sends a thousand volts of electricity coursing through your whole body. You can feel her warm breath as she whispered, "Prepare knight, the world as you know it will cease to exist. As soon as your manhood are enclosed in the folds of my dungeon of pleasure, you lust will devour your humanity. You will be reduced to a rutting animal, unable to think and comprehend." She brushed aside the hair the is partly covering your eye and saw the fear, the helplessness. But she also saw the desire, the lust. She cherished the power she has over you as she slid your member into her steaming pussy. Her pussy is as soft as jello, as smooth as silk, as hot as fire. You gasped as you have never anything like this before. She is pumping your cock at a gradually increasing rhythm. As she sat down on your organ, you thrust up in response to the intense sensation. You don't only feel your cock go into her. You feel the tickle and sensation upon your every internal organ as the friction of her slippery tunnel grazes against your cock head increases. As she pulls out, she is squeezing her cunt so tight that it feels like a vacuum sucking out the cum straight from your balls. You never felt anything remotely like this. You are moaning loudly, now. Synchronizing with the movement of this orgasm-inducing creature. You open your eyes. She gave you that lusty triumphant smile. She ran her tongue around her bright red lips and sharply pointed fang in anticipation of your surrender. "Come on, knight. Submit to the ultimate pleasure that your body is longing for. Shoot your rich seed into the depths of my being." Her eyes are getting brighter with each thrust. She knew that your moans of pleasure are getting louder. "Yes, that's it. Let go." You tried to fight the urge to come. " You know you cannot resists me much longer" You tried to remember your mission. "Give up. Give it up for me." You tried to remember your years of training. "Uuungghh… Yyyeeesss." She yelled in intense orgasm. You can feel her love juice flowing down her cunt. The flesh around you member is gripping and quivering ever so tightly. But yet, she kept pumping. You closed your eyes. You wanted to just to let go. It feels so good to surrender yourself to the temptress skillfully riding your cock. She leaned down again as she enclosed her lips around you mouth. Her tongue snaked out and exploring every crevice within. You responded your tongue found hers and they are now slithering around each other. She disengaged as another orgasm rocked through her. She puts her finger into your mouth as you tried to gasped for air. You readily accepted. You licked and sucked it as you are doing with her tongue earlier. She is relentless. She didn't miss a beat. She reached down and roll one of my nipples between her finger. "Stop fighting it. You know that you have lost. So, just let go and join the many others that have surrendered their soul to me." "Come now and abandon this world that you are living in. Let go. Let your hot seed fill my being. I can feel you balls churning. You are very close now. I can sense every throb of you majestic cock as I pump your cum out of your balls. You are almost there. You cannot hold it back, anymore. I can feel it moving up to erupt into my waiting cunt." She arched her back as she continued to slide her sweet pussy in and out preparing for this knight's defeat. Your worn down body and the intense activity clouded your mind. But you still have a very weak paralysis magic left. You doubt that it would have any effect on Luna. So you cast it on yourself. Concentrating on your cock, in an attempt to ignore and block out the erotic pleasure between your thighs. You prayed that it works, while a small part of your wish that you haven't thought of it. It's working. You don't feel your cock anymore and it is getting limp. You open your eyes. You can see the frustrated look of Luna as she disengaged from your staff. "Thanks, anyway. It has been a long time since I had an orgasm fucking a man. None of them last this long. Some of them even shoot off as they feel my tongue around their lips." Breathing hard as she explained. She stood up beside you. You looked at her sweaty body as you breathe in synchronous with her. "At least, let me taste what I will be looking forward to, later" With that she reached out to your softening cock. She traced her long, dark, shiny fingernails around the hole. And drag the sharp nails down along the vein ever maddeningly slow. She then grabs hold and slowly squeezes up with a twisting motion. She managed to draw up a big bead of precum. With her hand still gripping your cock, she then leaned down. Her extraordinarily beautiful face came into view and her bright red lips are within an inch from the tip of your penis. She looked back at you and again gave you that heart-stopping smile, just to let you know what she intends to do. She stretched out her tongue and traced circles around the tip of your cock until she lapped up the liquid oozing out of the your man hole. Satisfied with the taste of the essence of your being, she released your cock and inserted her index finger into her pouting mouth. She ever so slowly drew it out and ended the performance with a small lick. "Mmmmm.. quite tasty. You are going to give me more of that later.. much more.." she giggled. Even though the sensation of your penis have not returned yet from the spell, your cock twitch in anticipation of what's to come. She saw it and gave you another of her lustful smile. She flipped a switch and your manacles are released. She then turned her back to you and started to walk away. You tried to stand but your spell affected everything below your waist. Besides even if you manage to get out of the bed, you would not have been able to stand after that energy-draining ordeal that you've been through. You just watched her perfectly shaped ass rocked back and fort. You can even see the silhouette of her pussy hairs. Even though she is planning to drain the life out of you in the next hour or so.. maybe even earlier, you can't help but admire her extremely desirable features. You collapsed like a heap of meat on the floor. As the door of the cell is closed and locked, you fell into a deep slumber. Knight's Conquest Ch. 2 [Note: First, give me the chance to thank you for reading the first Chapter. I specially appreciated the nice feedback I got. This chapter is not a continuation of the first. I know people are aching to know what will happen to our hero. Well, I am afraid to that you probably have to wait months before we get to that. I am planning to narrate the events leading up to where we are now. I am guessing that there are about 5 more chapters to go. So be patient. For now, get to know our hero and the world he is living in. By the way, I am planning to spin-off our dark angel - Luna. I don't have much free time in my hands. So writing her story will slow the development of this one. Let me know which direction you want me to proceed. You would notice so far, I'm not good at coming up with people's names. So if you have ideas, let me know.] * * * * * Your life has been so peaceful and void of worries just a week ago. You are lying in your bed, turning and started to awaken. As you open your eyes, your beautiful wife welcomes you to a new dawn with a warm smile. She blew you a kiss and then gave your newborn son another one in the forehead as she gently rocks him in her arms. You smiled back, stood up and walked towards her. As you reached where she was standing, you bend your head down to acknowledge the kiss. It is unfair that this is the best that you can do to show her you love her and that you love her even more as each day passes. But she knows you do and that is all that matters. Your request for one-week leave from your duties has been approved. Just a couple more days of military planning, training and providing security inside the castle walls. After which, you are going out of the city walls into the countryside to spend time with your wife and your baby. You are going to visit her parents, which is at least a day of travel on horse-drawn carriages over hills and streams. You wife is looking forward to this escape. She never cares much about the convenience and amenities of living inside the castle. She loves the open country, the scent of fresh daisies in her mother's garden, the butterflies scattering as her pet dog chase a squirrel out into the field, and the sky's transition from black to red to blue as the sun tries to peek through the rolling hills. After breakfast, you put on your uniform and proceed through the great hall towards the chamber of your commander - Frankel. Your fellow knights are already gathered around the bed awaiting instructions from your leader. The commander is old and sick, but the King won't allow him to relinquish his role. The king fears that the only thing that is keeping Frankel alive is his sense of duty. The king regards Frankel as his own father. The former king died very young leaving the boy to rule the kingdom. Frankel raised and trained the prince to be a great king. And a great king he has become, peace and prosperity reigned. After the last people arrived, Frankel revealed the duty roster. You are assigned to the prince – the heir to the throne. You cringed at the role that you are going to play. After each one got his assignment, the knights are dismissed. The prince's room is at the other side of the castle. The person assigned to the Prince is sick, so you are suppose to take his place for the time being. The prince is nothing like his father. He is rude, ill mannered, lazy and immoral. Only once have you been assigned to him before. All the while you thought that your impression of him cannot possibly go lower. Well, it did. It was about 6 months ago, during the festivities of the new treaty that the king has signed to open up trade with a neighboring town. The prince excused himself from the palace and went to the stable. Of course, since you are assigned to him, you have to go where he goes. You climb the wooden ladder up to the second level that serves as the storage of excess hay. You are in shock of what you saw. The executioner is armed with a horse whip and is giving lashes to a woman on her hands and knees. The executioner is a big man. At least, twice your size. What's odd about it is that the woman seems to be enjoying it. Sensing you contempt, the prince exclaimed, "Knight, relax, watch and enjoy. It beats talking and exchanging hypocrisies with those people in the palace." You wanted to tell him your disgust, but decided not to. It will just be one night. You are just a substitute, but you will definitely have a talk with the regular guy that is assigned to him. The woman looked up to see who was with them. You see tears rolling down here cheeks, but is all smiles when she saw the prince. "Good morning, my prince. It has been a while since the last time you sprayed your semen all over my face." She then moved her eyes to your direction, "My, my, who do we have here? Hello, handsome. Do you like what you see? Maybe you can join us later. I bet you have a long hard cock, unlike your impotent buddy. I would love to slide the whole length down my throat. You can fuck my mouth as hard as you can. I promise I won't bite… hard." She grinned at her own little joke and continued, "I will make it spurt, again and again, and eat your sweet cum until there is nothing left." She is still staring at you intently, waiting for your response or any reaction to her words. You gave her none. You just stood there like nothing is happening. She yelped as the whip cracked on her bottom. "Harder you piece of shit. Is that the best that you can do? You weak, pathetic excuse for a man." She yelled at the executioner. "Oh please, my prince. Find me a strong, powerful man that can give it to me. And not this sissy boy that wield his whip like a girl trying a ribbon around her hair." She said to the prince but obviously is intended for the executioner to enrage him. And that, she did. The sounds from the succeeding lashes are definitely louder. And yet she continued to curse and demean the bulky figure that is dealing her "punishment". You found the whole acts deplorable, but yet you are intrigued. Of course, nothing showed in my stiff exterior. The red welts started to form where the whip came in contact with her skin. One time when she tossed her long blond hair to one side, you noticed the image of a coiled-snake drawn on her left shoulder. The coiled-snake is a trademark of the trader in one of the villages outside the city who rents out filthy and decadent women to the highest bidder. Most of their clients are travelers, who are away from their wives. These women will do anything that the client requires them to do. You remembered that the congregation discussed on cracking down on his trade, but the king dismissed it upon the prince's request. The king has no other children. That is, most likely, the reason why he tolerates the brats behavior. The routine continued on and on. She will look up on a regular basis to check on her audience. Her face is wet with tears and sweat, but you also see that she is in ecstasy every time the rough leather stings her skin. You glanced over your prince to see what he is doing. He is sitting on a pile of hay gently stroking his cock through his trousers. "Is this the person that is to rule our kingdom?" you said to yourself. As you returned your gaze at the performance, she is already off her hands and sitting straight up on a block of hay. She tossed her hair, extended her arms and said "Please come to me, your highness. Let me help you with your problem." She is, of course, referring to the throbbing cock the Prince is sporting. The prince stood up and giving the executioner a nod. The executioner returned an affirmation nod himself, discarded the whip and started to remove his own clothing. The prince, finally, reach where the whore is sitting. He reached out his hands and ran his fingers through the whore's lustrous hair. He, then, used the back of his hand and caress her lovely face. She, in return, titled her head to feel more of the soft caress the prince is giving her. This is the first time you took notice of the woman's features. She has a beautiful face that is framed by curly, golden locks that are swept to one side. She has deep-set eyes (green) and thick pouty lips that are painted bright red. Her breasts are huge but taunt, with nipples the size of kidney beans. She has nice smooth body, which made the welts stand out so noticeably, on top a slim waist and continued to a full and rounded ass. Her nether regions are cleanly shaven, exposing her soft puffy pussy. Her moist cunt glistens in the light of the oil lamp hanging on a post nearby. Her eyes are closed while she purrs as the prince grazed his rough hands on her bare skin. All the while she managed to undo the prince's trousers, removed his underpants and started to stroke the hard cock, now free of its confines. The executioner, on the other hand, is now on his knees behind her and massaging both of her breasts. You shifted you weight as you have been standing in that same pose for a while already. That move made a little creak in the wooden floor. The men don't seem to mine and continue with their ministrations. The woman turned to look at you, while not missing as stroke on the prince's cock using its loose skin. "Is castration a requirement for knighthood? Come over here. I can definitely bring that thing to life." You didn't react to her taunting. "What's the matter? Are you afraid that once you experienced the pleasure that I can give you that you will leave your wife and seek a whore like me for your worldly delights?" She is interrupted when the executioner lifted her up. He took her position in the bench and lowered her onto his lap. He, then, guided his tool into her waiting cunt. His organ must have been 1 foot in length and at least 3 inches in diameter. Yet, she doesn't seem to have any problem in accepting it into her folds. She returned her focus on the cock in front of her face. She continued pumping the organ with her fist while she caressed its head with her tongue. She, then, enclosed the head with her soft lips and sucks the air out of her mouth. You saw the prince leaned back in pleasure. She continued in sliding the head in and out of her mouth a few more times before the prince grabbed her head while moving his lower body. He is trying to fuck her face. All the while, she is fucking herself on the stiff rod of the executioner. She is thrusting and plunging herself unto the fuck pole with the help of the owner who is lifting and lowering her using her breasts. She would, sometimes, undulate her hips as the huge cock pistons in and out of her pussy. She would, also at times, use her spare hand to massage her clitoris, as if the assault that he is receiving is not enough. She removed her mouth from the penis but continued stroking it with her fist. She grabbed the executioner head behind her as she drive down his cock much more forcefully. The executioner suck on her neck and shoulder. She stiffened and screamed like a banshee as the waves of orgasm passed through her. She made the cock slid in and out her gripping cunt continuously. She will rotate her hips on each upward motion, much like unscrewing a cork. As the turbulent orgasm died down, she is panting hard but her arms never lost her rhythm on the Prince's cock. "They might have gone through rigorous and regular training in whore school", you said yourself. Her motion slowed down considerably after the peak of her orgasm. The executioner's balls are now covered with her fluids. As she catches her breath, she noticed her lone audience is still unmoved. "So Mr. Righteous, did you enjoy my performance? I'm sure I did. This is the nice incentive in my profession. I get paid doing what I enjoy doing most. And people pay me because I am the best of what I do. Don't tell me that you aren't a bit curious. Don't you wish that it were your cock that my soft fingers are squeezing, right now. Are you not a bit envious of the proprietor of the cock that is sliding in and out of my tight, slippery tunnel. Hmmm.. I commend you for your self-discipline knight. But you and I know that your heart is longing for this. You may be able to control your desires because of the shame that a knight will be willing to corrupt his body and honor in return for a moment of decadence with a sinful person like me. Just to let you know. It will be worth it. That moment when you're cum flies through the air. That moment when your body twitches and your cock spurt your honor and holiness out into my waiting mouth. That moment will be engraved on every bone of your body. You will be willing to throw away your love of God and country just for the promise that I will fuck your brains out, again and again. Come here. I still have a hole that hasn't been filled yet. I bet that your hard cock will feel so good inside my anus." "Shut the fuck up, bitch and concentrate on sucking my dick." The prince reprimanded. She grabbed his cock with both hands and pump it for all its worth. She twists her head clockwise while sucking his cock with full force. He is losing it. He started to jerk his hips. His knees are buckling. She released the organ from the confines of her mouth but the hands continued its activity. "Ok bitch, here it comes. Get ready for the your baptism. Let my milky fluids bathe you and cleanse your soul. Aaaahhhh…" His cock erupted multiple times effectively covering her face and most of her chest. She continued to squeeze and pull to milk out every bit of cum out of him. His cock jerk a few more and the remaining semen ooze out of the hole. The prince collapse on the floor panting. She continued to ride the man below her. Not long after, she retaliated with her own series of orgasms. The executioner then gave the final salvo. The stable is filled with sounds of moaning as each person released their cum. What's left of the scene is a pile of worn down bodies that stench of sex. The woman collapsed unconscious due to exhaustion. You just stood there and watch as the Prince ordered the executioner to bring the whore back to her village. He puts his clothes back on and we proceeded to his quarters. The rest of the night is uneventful as you stood outside his door. You sigh at the realization that the prince is hopeless. The king is still young, so there is not much to worry about yet. You hope that today will be easier. There is a chariot race that will take up most of the prince's day. Then at night, he will be watching a musical with his mother. As far as you are concerned, you are practically home free. Knight's Conquest Ch. 3 [I got carried away and the chapter is getting quite long. So I decided to put the rest of it in a new one. Sadly, this chapter does not have any sex in it. The next one is fast moving along and will be out soon (less than a week). I promise that I will make up for all the carnal action this one is missing. I also would like to introduce you to the characters that are participating in my little fantasy.] Darien – Our Knight Luna – the demoness Alana – the wife Krysta – the prostitute Nathan – the King Oscar – the Prince Brundt – the executioner Frankel – the commander Jana – Queen * * * * * You arrived at the Prince Oscar's quarters. Standing by the door is Aldrin. Aldrin is the regular escort of the Prince. "Aldrin, what is your excuse in getting this day off?" you interrogated. "Hello to you, too, Darien." He answered sarcastically. "Before I answer your question, congratulate me first." He continued. "Alright, congratulations! Don't tell me you got promoted." You replied. "Don't be so surprised, if I am. However, I'm not getting promoted. I have to take the day off to witness the birth of my first child. The intervals of my wife's contraction are getting shorter. Lady Hilda said she might give birth today." He said joyously. "Congratulation will not be enough. This is a cause for celebration. I didn't even know that your wife is pregnant. Why did you keep this a secret?" I asked. "You know that we have been trying to have a child for a long time. Thank God, He finally heed my prayers. Keeping an eye on the Prince is a full time job. I don't even attend our meetings anymore. So I didn't really get the chance to break it to you guys. And truthfully, I don't want to jinx it." "Give my regards to your wife. And let me know if it is a boy or a girl." You yelled and he hastily walked away. He just waved back and smiled. You turned around and resume his post. You are just adjusting yourself to be more comfortable when one of the servants peeked through the door. "Sir, Your Highness would like you to come in." The servant pulled the door wider to let you in. The prince has just finished clothing himself, spun around slowly and asked, "Knight! How do I look? Am I presentable enough for the people of our kingdom?" "You look elegant, your highness." You answered. He held up a mirror and smooth out his eyebrows and mustache. "Hmm… Something is missing. Get my blue hat with a feather on the left side." The servant quickly went to the other room and came back to with the hat. Prince Oscar put it on, turns his head from side to side while looking at the mirror, and concluded. "This is perfect. I'm ready to go. Lead the way, knight." He started to stride towards you when he suddenly stops. "Ooops.. I almost forgot. Servant, fetch me the scroll with a pink ribbon in the second drawer of the desk near the south window of my study." The servant disappeared into the another room and reappeared carrying and the scroll. He bends over as he handed the paper to his Prince. "It's not for me. Give it to the knight." You reluctantly accepted it. You are about to pull the string when Prince Oscar stopped you. "That letter is from Krysta. Don't read it here. Open it when you are alone." You tried to hand it back to the Prince and said, "I'm sorry, Sire. I don't know anybody named Krysta. Your highness must have been mistaken." "Trust me, knight, you know Krysta. Just put it away for now and let's proceed to the coliseum. My audience is waiting." You put the scroll inside your vest and walk with him to your destination. It is quite a distance from the palace to the arena. You passed through the town. The people seem to love the Prince. The gathered around him as strolls down the street. They would make way and bow as he passed. He would wave, smile and say hello to the town folks. After a few more minutes, you arrived at the arena. There is a line of guards by the entrance. Upon seeing the Prince, they unsheathe their swords, raised it above their heads and salute the royalty. You stood at the prince left side as you passed under the canopy of sharp blades. After you passed the last guard, they put the blades back to their scabbard and resume their stance. The crowd rose and cheers as the prince arrived at his seat in the middle of the front row. You, on the other hand, remained standing to watch over the activities below. A few hours went by, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. It was Aldrin. Before you can ask the reason why he is not with his family, he explained that it was a false alarm. It will be another day before the baby comes out. He said that he is here to relieve you. He already discussed the matter with Frankel. You waited for a lull moment to interrupt Prince Oscar and excuse yourself from the proceedings. He doesn't care less, either way. So wade yourself through the crowd to get out of the stadium. You reported back to Frankel to obtain new orders. He is sitting by his study and scribbling some notes. You tried to get his attention with a soft voice so that you won't startle him. But before a croak comes out of you mouth, he turned around and greets you with a rather somber tone. He looks befuddled. You walked over and queried to what is bothering him. He put down his pen down and stood up. He walked a few steps to the bar and fixed himself a drink (Hyla flower tea). He offered you some, but you kindly refused. He took a sip and started to play with his mustache. He, then, started to narrate and explain the problem to me. "I received reports of several missing individuals since the last 2 months. Most of them are men, but there are some ladies, as well. Most of them disappeared in the dark mountains. I already sent some scouts out there, but they reported nothing. Although the dark mountains is remote and close to the edge of our territory, merchants and hunters doesn't seem to encounter any pirates or anomalies in that area. It's odd, really odd. But nothing like a good mystery to keep us entertained. So Sir Darien, what can I do for you?" "You sent Aldrin to take back his post on the Prince's side. Should I go back to my own post, as well? Or do you have something for me to do?" you asked Frankel. "Ah, Darien. All our posts are covered. I guess you can have the rest of the day off? Spend time with you wife. I know you have some leave time coming very soon. I assume you are going to venture out into the countryside. You probably need to spend some time stocking up supplies for the trip. You're dismissed. Take some of the fruits on the table. I won't be able to consume them before they rot." You thank Frankel for his generosity, to which he just shrugged, and offered that he can summon you anytime he needs assistance. You walked back slowly to your quarters, thinking of what to do the rest of the day. Upon reaching your abode, you immediately undress and change to civilian clothing. As you are folding and putting away your used clothing, you noticed the scroll that the Prince gave you this morning. You removed it from the pile of clothes and placed it the nightstand on your side of the bed. You planned to read it later but, for now, you have to go to the garden and tell your wife the good news. You are sure that Alana can definitely find something to do for the rest of the afternoon. The women are usually in the garden picking flowers and arranging them in nice bouquets. Sometime they are in the banquet hall making quilts. Your window overlooks the garden. So, you stretch your neck out to see if she is there. You so no one, just kids running around. You, then, proceeded to the banquet hall. As you walked along the halls of the palace, some of the patrol personnel recognized you and asked why you are in civilian clothing. You told them of you good fortune and continued your way to see your wife. Upon reaching the banquet room, The lights were out and there is no one in the room, either. You turned around (for the sole reason that you have nothing better to do) and decided to head back to your quarters. You apologized to the old lady that you almost ran over as you spun to face out of the room. You learned from her that all the women went out to the meadows to gather flower seeds that they are going to plant in the garden. You decided not to pursue Alana and just head back to your room and catch back some sleep time. Knight's Conquest Ch. 4 [I would like to apologize again for the previous chapter. I understand if you are disappointed. I promised that I would make up for it. So, here it is. I hope you enjoy it. As before, your feedback and comments (good or bad) will be very much appreciated.] You reached your bed and flip off the covers, close your eyes and lay you head on the firm but comfortable pillow. You tried to sleep, but after minutes of tossing and turning, the sandman still won't come and visit you. So you just gave up. You are laying on you side facing the window. You open your eyes to the beautiful rolling hills. Then, the scroll got you attention. You hesitantly slide up the bed until you are in a sitting position. You reached out and obtain the object. It is about five inches long and about an inch or more in diameter. You held it on one end of the scroll and slowly pulled on the pink ribbon to untie the string that held it together. You let the ribbon fall on your lap. Surprisingly, the document did not unravel itself after you release it from its bounds. You look around the object to find the edge of the paper. Instead, you find a small message that says "You can bind your manhood with my ribbon before kissing my lips …". The text is followed by an image of a woman's lips. You stared at the pink ribbon lying on you lap for a few seconds and decided not to do as message says. The silhouette of the lips got your curiosity, though. The image seems to shimmer and change color as the light strikes it at different angles. You let your finger feel the amazing material that can cause such an illusion. You immediately felt dizzy so you closed your eyes for a second and shook you head. However, when you opened them again, you area no longer sitting in your bed. You are standing in the middle of nothing. You cannot see your surroundings. You cannot even see the grounds you are standing on. Everything is just blank. You know that you are not blind, though, because you can see your own hands and feet. You cannot hear anything else, either. Just your own breath and, now, heavily thumping heart. You started to panic but realized that you cannot move your arms and legs. But, you still feel them. A moment later, you hear something else in the background – footsteps. It seems to be coming towards you. Noting that you cannot defend yourself, your anxiety grew. Slowly, something seems to be materializing from the white background. It is more like that the white smoke is slowly parting to reveal the creature that is making the tapping sound. You gasp as the she completely materializes just a few feet from you. It's her. The prostitute that "serviced" Prince Oscar a while ago. [See chapter 2 for details] "Hello, welcome and thank you for trying our sampler. My name is Krysta. I am going to provide you with a guided tour of our facility and show you the services that we provide." She looks different from the last time. She is dressed with a soft, silk, light blue robe. Although loose, it still accentuated the beautiful curves or her body. Her dress does not cover her arms, revealing its soft and smooth texture. She is also wearing a gold chain bracelet around her left wrist. Her hair is curled and extends just below her shoulders. The top of her head is crowned with small multi-colored flowers. She now looks more like an angel or a fairy than a whore. She continued her introduction. "This is pre-recorded, you cannot influence the outcome nor participate in it. However, you can see, smell, hear and smell everything as if it is reality. Therefore, I would suggest that you just relax. Put away all you apprehensions and enjoy the tour. So, shall we get started? But before that we don't need those". She used her index finger and pointed to the clothes you are wearing. It vanished before your eyes, every fiber of it. Your nakedness is now exposed to your beautiful escort. "And I need something to hold on to as I lead you though our village." Immediately your manhood sprang to full attention. You have never experience being this hard since your teens. It's so hard it hurt. She looked into your eyes and her soft warm fingers envelop themselves around your penis. She bit her lower lip as she caressed up and down its length. You felt yourself twitch every time her finger slid by its head. She smiled at you and seemed satisfied of what she was doing. A few more strokes and she spun around walking ahead and leading you with your dick in tow. Your surroundings begin to change. The blank page became a lush green meadow surrounded the high mountain ranges. You can smell the fresh air around you. You can also hear the birds chirping. You are amazed at the details understanding that this is all an illusion. You were brought to the entrance of the village. The town is organized as a circle with smaller tents surrounding with an enormous structure in the center. The structures are mostly tents made up of cloths and sticks. The structure in the middle, however, is made up of stones and bricks. She let you absorb the sight for a while before dragging you to the right. You assumed that you visit each tent counterclockwise. As if reading your mind, she said "We won't be able to see the entire village, due to lack of time. However, we will gladly give you a live tour if you requested. We will show you how to get here at the conclusion of the tour." You arrived at the first tent. "Upon arrival to our village you will be greeted by two of our lovely ladies. You will be brought here to be cleaned and bathe." Two young petite women appeared out of nowhere accompanying a man. Each one held one arm as they guided him to the tub filled with clean and scented water. There is something familiar with the man. It's you. As you watch yourself getting undress by these nymphs, you turned to look at your mistress. She is also intently watching the scenario unfolding. "Our girls will help the customer relax and comfortable. Although the girls would perform sexual favors if requested, the client knows that there are far more superior women in store for them." You are shocked to see yourself kissing, licking and toying with the women's nipples. You are barely in the water before you started to press your tongue inside their mouths. You know yourself better and concluded that you won't do such ungentlemanly acts. "The customer usually flirt with the girls and the girls would flirt back. They will try to get the client hot, their cocks hard and their libido pumping for the next activities of the evening." You are in the tub now. The water is up to your chest. One of the women is sitting on the tub behind you wrapping her smooth legs around your neck and her hands is busy massaging you scalp. The other one is sitting on you lap rubbing your chest with one hand and stroking you cock with the other. You hands are not resting, either. One of your arms is wrapped around the legs on top of your shoulders caressing and feeling her smooth skin, while the other is busy pinching the nipple and alternately squeezing the soft but taunt breast of the one sitting on your lap. You cannot clearly hear the conversation among the three actors but the women are giggling and you seem to be enjoying the circumstances. You are now enjoying the show but Krysta you felt the tug on your "handle". You went out of the tent and the people vanished, More accurately, they seem to fade away. She brought you from one tent to another. Each tent caters to a difference kind of fetish. Some of them make you cringe, but since you don't have any control over the activities that are happening. Nor do you have any option to look away. You followed Kysta's advice to be open-minded and just enjoy the show. "At last, we are at the end of our demonstration. I hope you enjoyed it. I hope you visit us, sometime. Look for me, and I will make it worth your while". She brought me back to the entrance of the village. My cock went limp and returned to its original size. "Before I say my final goodbye, I am going to give you an hands-on demo. The succeeding portion may vary to suit your personality. It is customized by the sender, me, to give you the utmost satisfaction. If I misinterpreted your desires, I do apologize." Suddenly, the trees and the blue sky disappeared. I am in a dark cave. I can hear the cracking sound of fire and the dripping of water on the limestone floor. The cave is humid and the smell is pungent. I am chained to its cold walls with rusting iron shackles, both hands and feet spread-eagled. The distinctive sound of a female voice came from nowhere and now filled the room. "Hello, my knight in shining armor. Or my knight in his breaches, I should say." The armor that protected body is now gone. I am now wearing tattered rags, and standing barefoot on the cold damp floor. The tapping sound of the stiletto heels followed the voice and getting closer to my prone figure. The image of rough and uneven stone walls is replace by a scantily clad woman. The cave is still dark but I can clearly see her. She seems to illuminate. She is wearing black sleeveless leather vest that barely covered her breast. Thin leather straps criss-crosses at the opening of the vest to hold them together. The item is just wide enough to barely cover her nipples. The soft and tender skin of her mammary can be seen through the leather straps. Your eyes moved downward. She has a red gem hanging on a short silver chain pierced though her navel. The gem ends two inches from her pussy opening, which is covered by a diamond studded black leather panty. The fetish-wear is tied at the back around the waist. The item is about 1/8 of an inch wide from the loop and gradually increase to about a quarter of an inch below the pelvic bone. The shiny stone ornaments would start to show as the two sides meet forming a valley that would just cover her juicy opening. The same leather straps is used to form the pair of boots she is wearing. The boots are knee high and the straps expose her muscular calves. The pointed-toe matches the sharp ending of her heels, which is at least 4 inches long. As your gaze started to move back up, you noticed that swinging cat-o-nine tails whip she is holding on her lace covered hands. Her arm-length gloves covered her fingers but her shiny red fingernails are exposed and reflect brightly upon you eyes. She started to speak again. So you lifted your face up to face your captor. Her shiny blond hair is pulled back to form a ponytail. She had her silver helmet on top of her head but her incredibly beautiful face is shown with all its glory: deep dark mysterious eyes, which is enhance by the heavily painted eyeshadow; Bright red sumptuous lips that begs to be tasted. The vision exudes lust and desire, but at the same time, elicits fear from her captive. "I can feel your desire. I know your desire. Your voyeuristic adventure in the barn didn't go unnoticed. We are trained to be empaths. Our trade requires us to anticipate the fetishes of our clients. I can feel your anguish every time Brundt's whip cracked my skin. I feel the anger. However, I can also feel the erotic sensations running though you vein even though you hide it so well. You spite at the person giving the lashes, but you have a secret longing to be the one receiving it." With that said, the remaining clothes that you are wearing vanished and the leather whip started it assault on your skin. If this is not real, how come you feel the pain and sting of every welt on your upper body. "Oh, my knight. I would not think of you to less of a man, if you cry once in a while. Here. Let us remove your inhibitions." As if transformed from being a repressed knight of valor to a five year old mischievous kid, I howled and wailed at very sharp contact. I found my tearing welling up, bawling uncontrollably. "That's more like it. Let yourself go. Surrender yourself to the pain. So that later on, it can give you pleasure." The whipping went on and on. It seems like eternity has passed and then it stopped. She moved even closer. You are mere inches apart. She stretched her powerful hand, grabbed you by the hair to move your face close to her. You can smell her sweet breath as she speaks again. "So how do you feel Darien. Do you feel anger? Do you hate me? Do you wish you can break through the chains and choke me to death with your bare hands? I think not. Having me this close to you is flaming the heat in you a lot more. But it is not anger or hatred, it is lust and desire. Isn't it? You have never experience being beaten down, being defiled. But this is what you secretly longed for. Being dominated and being abused. But you cannot allow yourself to be in this feeble position. You cannot just surrender yourself. You also what to be helpless, to be controlled. You want an excuse to be able to defile your faith, an excuse to be coerced to do things that your righteous mind would not want you to do. With me, you can do all of that and more. I know you so well. The very first time that you grunt in defiance of what the prince is doing to me. You desired me and want to consume me but in a totally different way." "Isn't it true, moral one. Rather than use your powerful arms to man-handle me and escape from your predicament. You would prefer to let my scent fill your nostrils. As I look deep in your eyes, your lips are quivering and you tongue slick. You wanted to taste my sweet lips, don't you? Even if I tell you that my saliva is poison and your heart will stop beating in an instant. But you still lick your lips in anticipation of your demise. This is what you want. Isn't it, Darien? I dare you, knight. Our lips are less than an inch apart. Our noses are almost touching. You inhale in the warm air that I just breathe out. I dare you not to cover my mouth with yours. I dare you not to stick your tongue down my throat. I dare you to choose life over the lust and yearning you have to taste my vile but sweet honey lips." You tilted you head, opened your mouth and accepted your temptress waiting lips. She is right. You didn't really care if your soul will leave your lifeless body just to taste her juices. She reciprocated. Her tongue is exploring your mouth and yours is exploring hers. The world no longer exists. You are no longer the protector of your kingdom. You are no longer the husband of the most handsome maiden of the land. You existed just for this kiss. You no longer have a body or a mind. Only your mouth and tongue exist. Krysta disengaged herself from you, leaving you with your eyes closed and mouth opened. Your shook your head to awaken from the daze. You sucked in as much air as you can into your starving lungs. You saw her smile. She is amused at what she saw. The previously proud and confident knight begging for another kiss from the lips of woman that swallowed the seed of so many other men. Your cuffs disappeared. And being unprepared for that turn of events. You fell to the floor on your knees. You looked up at the form of the seductress that sapped your will away from you. She has her feet apart and currently undoing the knot that held her flimsy underwear together. "Tell me, Knight. Have you ever sucked a woman's pussy? Have your tongue ever slid between her folds? Have your mouth and lips ever been drenched by her juices? I guess not. Come and have your first taste." With that she roughly grabbed the back of your head and guided your face to her hairless cunt. "I am already wet from our exercise earlier. How you like the scent, knight? How do you like the taste? I bet your loving it by the way you are lapping at my cunt." "Oh, you are a good pussy licker. Come on, stick out your tongue. Put it in my love tunnel. Drink more of my fluids. Oh yes.. You are really enjoying yourself. Aren't you? That's it go in deeper.. faster." "You are going to make me come. Suck on my clitoris. Here, put your mouth on where I am rubbing myself. Put your tongue between the folds of my skin. I will let you know when you.. Ahh.. that's it. Keep at it." "Haahh. Stick you finger inside my pussy. You know what to do. Do it faster, pump it as fast as you can. I'm very close." "Almost there.. " "Here it comes.." Her juices started flowing. It's like a dam that broke wide open. She is still holding your head with her incredibly strong arms. As her orgasm continues, she is undulating and mashing your face to her cunt. You don't have a choice but to swallow her excretions. Your nose, eyelids.. your whole face is now slippery and covered with the slimy liquid. She continued to fuck your face for another minute or so. After the last of her orgasms subsided she let you go. With no energy left, you fell to the floor gasping for air. "Wheeww.. That was probably the best orgasm I ever had. Don't be too proud of yourself, knight. You are a mere accessory. Remember I control everything you do and feel. At least, you know how to please me next time we do meet in person. Stand up. It's your turn." You did and the shackles bounded your arms and legs again. "Don't pout. I am doing this for your own safety. Your knees would have probably turned to butter in the middle of my ministrations. You will be like a piece of rag. You will just be hanging by these chains by the time I am done. I know what you feel. You probably want to bend me over and fuck me with that big hard cock that you are sporting, right now. I would love for you to stick that pole of yours in my slippery pussy. I bet you could fuck like a racehorse. You could make me scream my lungs out. But I want to leave a lasting impression. One that you would longed for every time that you are alone. I want you to masturbate thinking of what I could be doing to you. I know you don't play with yourself. But you will." She took a few steps back and bit her fingernail. She stared at you cock for a couple of seconds and looked deep into you eyes. She reached out her other hand and grabbed your hard organ. She, then, knelt down in front of you and started to slowly stroke your cock. "Don't be nervous, Darien. I know you never have somebody touching your cock before. But doesn't it feel good? I bet your wife would never allow herself to feel your manhood in her hands. Where is wifey, anyway? She should watch. Maybe she would learn something." The image of your wife appears a few feet in front of you. She is standing and watching the witch have her way with your erection. "How about the King? He may want to watch, too. I know the Prince would love to see this." The image of the King and the Prince appeared beside your wife. She stroke and twist your penis is her soft lubricated hands. Up and down. Up and down the shaft. She giggles as she heard you gasped when her hands grazed the crown. She is now torturing you by continuously sliding her finger at the head of your penis. The sensations are unbearable. You have to close your eyes because of its intensity. But yet she continued. Faster and faster. You started to see stars out of your closed eyelids. You hips are undulating in tandem with her fingers pass through the crown. You feel your own fluids rising out of your balls begging to get out. But she won't allow that. She suddenly grasped hard at the base of your penis to stem your rising come. You feel yourself ejaculate but nothing came out. You felt like you are in limbo when she successfully stop your impending orgasm. You continuously pump your hips hoping she might slip and let the volcano spew out its lava. But she held tight. As the sensations died down a little bit, you almost bursted again as she wrapped her sweet lips around your raw and sensitive organs and slid it over the head a few times. But she fingers never let go of their grip. She slowly released her grip and gave your cock a few more tugs. Your cock twitch in the air after she released it. Knight's Conquest Ch. 4 You open your eyes. But it is now blurry from the intensity of which you shut it. You look at the hazy images in front of you – Alana, King Nathan and Prince Oscar never moved. "So how do you feel? I bet you never experience something like that before. It is time to get you off. I want you to watch me as I suck you. I want you to look at my eyes as your cock disappeared inside me. You can still hear me in your mind, even as my mouth is busy swallowing your pride. The only sound you will hear from now on is my voice. Look at your wife for a moment. Look at your nobles. They enjoy watching you held captive by my lips. I assure you they are envious. They wish that it were their own cock sliding between my lips." "Savor the sensation as the softness of my lips caress the veins of your cock. I know that the only thing you can hear is the sound of my sweet voice and the only sensation you can feel is the tingle and excitement of your penis going in and out of my ravenous mouth. Look at your wife. Can she stir up the animal lust that I inspire in you? Can she provide you the passion that you are sorely mising? Can she make you feel like you are dying as you shoot you cum into her pussy? Only I can provide you that. Only I know how to make a man beg for orgasm. Only I can make a man scream as he erupts with all his semen until he has nothing left. " "Even with your wife watching, you cannot help but pump and fuck my face. You cannot control your movements. You just longed to go deeper and deeper into my mouth. Seeing you wife doesn't prevent you from moaning and twisting as I licked around the head of your cock. Say it. Say that you want to cum in my mouth. The only thing preventing you from achieving your glory are the fingers encircled around the base of your shaft. And you are getting more urgent each time my soft hands caress your balls and sharp fingernails scratching the loose skin. Show your wife that she doesn't matter. Tell your wife that you will give her up just to achieve orgasm. Tell her that there is nothing that you wanted more than to spray your seed and give your whore her requested tribute." "That's a good boy." She released her grip from your organ, but orgasm didn't take place. You are still in the threshold. You can feel the heat being exuded from your body. You can feel your pulse raising. You looked at the siren kneeling in front of you. You stared at the bright and evil eyes for answers. She held one of you hand and guided it to your cock. "Do it, knight. Stroke your cock for me. Slide it up and down. Faster. Show your wife and your highness how you pay tribute to your mistress. Look into my eyes and shoot your cum at me. Cover my face, my neck and my breast with your seed. Give me everything that you got. That's it. Stroke it faster. Squeeze it. Give me the most intense orgasm of your life. Channel all your strength and your soul to this moment. Scream like you have never screamed before. Do it now." You feel the cum bursting out of your urethra. You can't help but bend your head and arch your back as you provide your offering to your goddess. Your semen gushed through your organ like a dam breaking open. You feel all your energy, your soul and yourself being liquefied and pissed through your cock. The experience continued for, seems like, eternity. Eventually, your pulse rate went down, your breathing slowed. As you open your eyes, you saw the sun just about to hide behind the hills. You are covered in sweat and semen. You got cum all over your pants, shirt, and even your hair. You looked at the scroll by the side you the bed that is slowly vanishing. You sighed at the realization that everything that happened is just a dream. But a part of you wish it were not. Part of you wanted to be trapped, to be helpless and to be used by the prostitute that made it all happen. But this is reality, so you decided to throw out the cum-stained clothes and take a bath to wash away the sin that you have just enjoyed so much. [One more chapter to go and we will be back to our demoness]