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Leonie snuck through the dark underground corridor, investigating the walls around her. Every bit of information was valuable. If she didn't come back with enough...needless to say, her client would be displeased. She had a few fellow mercenaries with her, mainly the ones she had come to trust the most in the time she had been the leader of Jeralt's Mercenaries. She couldn't have too many people down here; after all, there were only so many hiding spots for her people to occupy. Of course, this meant getting caught would almost certainly mean being outnumbered, but that was a risk Leonie was willing to take.
They dashed around walls almost silently, their boots barely making a clack on the stone floor below them. They were experts of stealth, avoiding various patrol soldiers on their way through the dungeons. The hallways seemed like a maze, confusing her group immensely. They seemed to go on forever, and try as she might, Leonie spent far more time down here than she wanted to. Normally she would have gotten through dungeons like these easily, but Fhirdiad's were especially vexing for her.
It was all the more infuriating that it was this way. This client was someone she knew, and their request was a cause she found to be both honorable, and personally important to her. Given the evidence her client had provided to her, Leonie knew that this job was far more important than any other she had gotten so far. She needed to succeed, arguably for all of Fodlan.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps. The sounds of metal carelessly clanking against stone while friendly chatter echoed out from its current position and into the ears of her men.
"Shit!" she whispered, knowing things were going to get tough from here. She had already seen another patrol coming from the direction they had just come from, and now there was another approaching the way she was intending to go. Her group was trapped, and now they had to fight. She peered out from behind the wall to the noise's general direction, seeing the patrol now walking their way. She turned towards her men, and motioned to get out their weapons and prepare for a sneak attack.
Leonie took a deep breath. She couldn't fail now.
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"Gluck~gluck~glrrk~glUUCK!"
The sounds of gagging filled Dimitri's office. The cause was a familiar one for the Tempest King, of course. He had two of his beautiful slaves besides him, their bodies bare and their lips wrapped around him in one way or another.
On her feet was the very first woman he had made into a brainwashed whore for his own pleasure: the lovely wife of his retainer, Mercedes von Martritz. She was currently in an intense liplock with her master, her tongue intertwining with his to create a make out session that was highly lascivious. Her left boob was fondled overzealously by Dimitri, his fingers kneading the soft orbs that filled his hand nicely. She moaned into his mouth whenever he pinched her nipple, her lewd noises providing him with pride.
On her knees was the proud, ambitious queen of the Brigid archipelago, Petra Macneary. She was the first woman outside of the Faerghus region that Dimitri had lured into his mind-bending grasp, using her ambition and hope for a free Brigid against her, although he did eventually have to resort to force to take her down. The once proud and powerful foreign Queen was now on her knees, obediently servicing her King's massive cock. She choked and gagged as Dimitri forced his length down her throat again and again, his hand grabbing her ponytail and using it to force his dick down as deep as possible.
She took it all without any resistance, only concerned with her master's pleasure. Her eyes watered, her lungs begged for air, and her hair cried out for a release from being yanked, but Petra ignored all of her own pain. Her pain was irrelevant if it made Lord Dimitri happy. She stared up at him happily while he used her mouth as a simple holster for his penis. His lips disconnected from Mercedes's, and he pulled Petra down into his crotch, trapping her there and forcing his putrid pubes into her nose, making her take whiff after whiff of the awful smell. She cared not, regardless. It amused him, which made him happy, which was what mattered.
"I will never tire of seeing you suffer, whore Queen. You were once loyal to…that woman...but now, you only care about being a broodmare for her biggest enemy. It's a beautiful irony, really. Given how well you are at that, I believe you were mistaken to be anywhere else but right here, as my bitch. Mercedes, would you kindly take care of marking her for me? I'm getting close."
The gremory smiled and nodded. She lowered herself to Petra's current position, other knees next to the choking girl. She pulled Petra off of Dimitri's "lance", and quickly began to jerk her king to completion, her fingers wrapped around Petra's hair. Mercedes aimed the long cock towards Petra's face, the Brigidian still coughing, her lungs trying to suck in air after being deprived of it for so long. The buxom nun felt Dimitri's length twitching, and she knew what was coming.
"Stop wheezing and smile for your treat, sweetie. You do want Master's seed, right?"
"A-Ah, y-yes! Of course!"
"Good slut."
"Ghh-gahh!!!"
Dimitri's rod suddenly burst, shooting out his hot load into the foreigner's face. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum was launched onto the purple-haired beauty, quickly covering her face in his semen. The sticky substance started to drip down her chin as her features just kept getting coated, all of the King's load being deposited onto her. Her marks, a signature sign of her heritage, were completely hidden behind the torrent of jizz that had plastered Petra.
Dimitri's orgasm eventually halted, and Petra sat compliant as Mercedes began to spread the cum throughout Petra's cheeks, nose, lips, and forehead, smearing the cum all over her face. Her fingers worked diligently to make a nice, shiny layer of gooey goodness on her Master's royal cumdump.
"You look beautiful, fellow slave. How do you like it, Master?"
"It is exhilarating to see her this way, glazed with my spunk. Now rise, my concubines. I intend to have Petra take more of my heirs in her fertile womb."
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"Give up, intruder! Put down your weapons!"
"You'll have to rip them from my cold, dead hands!"
Leonie was panicking now. She fought as best she could, but her group of five was still having trouble overcoming the soldiers who had them outnumbered 3 to 1. The 2 patrols are both fighting them, and as powerful as her group was, the numbers game was sure to catch up. 2 of her men were already subdued, but Leonie would not give up.
Leonie leaped through the air over one soldier, swiping her lance downwards and knocking the soldier down. Another approached her, trying to down her with a forward thrust, but Leonie dodged, kicking the lance out of the man's hand and landing a direct stab to the head with her own lance. A 3rd man ran at her, his lance pointed at her. Leonie expertly rolled under it, bewildering the man, before her lance pierced his armor and punctured his abdomen, leaving him coughing and wheezing on the ground as he bled out from his grave wound.
"I can do this! We can do this!" Leonie thought to herself, feeling elated that she took down the soldiers that came for her. If she and her men actually got out of this alive, it would be a miracle, but it was a miracle that was looking more and more probable by the second. She smiled and looked over to where the others were dueling.
Unfortunately, what she saw horrified her. The last 2 of her sellswords had lances subjugating them, the long wooden part locking them against the soldier that held it. The best of Jeralt's Mercenaries had been bested.
"Intruder! We have taken down your companions! If you take another step towards us, we will put a spear to their criminal hearts immediately! However! If you lay down your weapons right this instant, all of them will survive. Take your choice!"
Leonie nearly cried right then and there. As soon as she thought they had any hope of getting this done in one piece, her group had been quickly overwhelmed. After nearly half an hour of sneaking through dingy halls and rusty iron bars with expert stealth, they had been outdone by a few patrollers and their own incorrect pathing at the worst possible time. Leonie silently whispered sorry to her client, the one who had left such an important job to her, the job which she had just royally fucked up. Leonie contemplated her options, but not for long. She raised the bow she had brought wither in case she needed ranged offense, and aimed her arrow at one of the two soldiers that had her mercs trapped.
"Oh ho ho! Is that really an option you think you have? You would really aim at us, knowing that your own invaders are so close to our heads which you aim for? It would just be so easy for you to slightly mess up your aim and kill one for the few people you have with you! A lowly thief, slain by his own friend...what a tale. Is it really one you want to take the chance of accidentally writing?"
Leonie glared at the soldier taunting her. She pulled her bowstring back just a little farther, focusing in on her target.
"It is a risk I'm willing to take. It's the only goddamn way me and my 'lowly thieves' have a chance of getting out of h-!"
Leonie was swiftly cut off. She had forgotten about the soldier who she knocked down while in mid-air, and he had come back to finish the job, striking the orange-haired girl in the back of the head with the blunt side of his lance, landing a nasty blow. Leonie sunk to her knees, loopy, the world fading around her, before collapsing to the cold, hard floor, unconscious.
"Aye, good work, lad! We'll have to get a promotion for you! In the meantime, I need all of you to lock these intruders up and send a guard to inform the king of them. Anyone who manages to get into the dungeons from outside the castle is surely crafty, and if they're willing to take the risk of getting caught, they probably had a good reason for doing so. I'm highly suspicious of this whole situation. Hopefully His Majesty can get some words out of their leader there."
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While Leonie fought in the dungeons, Petra rode in the office. Dimitri had brought her upon his lap, grabbing her by the wrists and fucking her fertile pussy while she sat in the reverse cowgirl position. Dimitri was brutal in his fucking, yanking her arms back hard and bucking his hips relentlessly. He delighted in making use of her body as his tool, his dick hammering into her pussy and grunting from the pleasure that her hot hole provided. Her dulcet moans and the sounds of her voluptuous bottom slapping against his crotch were the most beautiful music he'd ever heard.
While Dimitri fucked Petra's brains out, Mercedes worked to drive the former Black Eagle even crazier. Her lips had wrapped around the areola of Petra's left tit, suckling and licking it like a newborn baby. The sounds of her teat sucking pervaded the room, the brainwashed woman putting her all into doing what her master had told her to do. While her mouth worked to pleasure Petra's perky left tit, her hand massaged her right. The religious dame was an expert with her fingers, rubbing and pinching the foreigner's nipple with precision and grace, trying to pull the most erotic noises she could out of Petra.
The Queen was in a whirlwind of emotions. While brainwashed, Petra was already horny in her King's presence, but the pleasure of being fucked senseless while her boobs were sucked and squeezed was practically too erotic for her to handle. Her tongue lolled out loosely and her eyes were filled with insatiable lust, only wanting more and more of this treatment from the Faerghan and the Adrestian. Even without the spell, a 7 inch royal "lance" and Mercedes's mammary ministrations would be enough for anyone to be catapulted into a hazy state of mind.
"F-FUCK, YEEESSHH! GIVE ME YOUR COOOCK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME SO GOOD MASTEEEEERRR!"
"Moan my name, you wanton slut! Scream it! Howl it like it is the only word you know!"
"DIMITRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"
The Tempest King gave a powerful thrust upwards, impaling his slave on his cock one final time. The force behind it made Petra orgasm on the spot, shaking and spasming like crazy. At the same time, Dimitri's rod pumped load after load of virile cum into Petra's fertile pussy, filling up her womb to the brim with Faerghan royal heirs. It marked the second time Dimitri had made sure the next ruler of Brigid would be one of his own blood. He would dump as much cum into the Brigidian's baby maker as he had to.
After he finished impregnating the mindless queen, he let her down to the floor, and told Mercedes to start cleaning her up with her tongue. The nun immediately got to work, feasting on the layer of cum that was deposited on Petra's face, making sure to get every single drop off of the exhausted royal's features. Dimitri smiled at the display. Every single day, he got to enjoy the luscious bodies of some of the most drop-dead gorgeous women in all of Fodlan and beyond, all behind everyone's backs, with not a lick of suspicion to his name. Truly, life was good.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! We have captured intruders in the dungeons! We believe their leader may be a famous veteran of the war, based on her appearance! Please, come quick! It's important!"
Suddenly, a guard had burst into the room, unaware of the depravity that went on behind the King's desk. His urgent cries about intruders alerted Dimitri, and the King was quick to rise from his desk, thankfully having put his penis back inside his pants before the guard had come in.
"What?! How have intruders made their way in?! And...a famous war veteran? This...this I need to see. Lead me to this woman. I must know if this is something more serious."
As the guard lead Dimitri down to the supposed war veteran's cell, the Tempest King smiled. If the woman was as important as he was informed that she was, then he could get valuable information, and if all went well...he could get something even more special from her.
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Leonie's eyes slowly came open, her consciousness coming back to her. She was confused with her surroundings, trying to move around, but when she tried, she was stopped. The jingling of metal as she squirmed gave it away: her arms were chained to the walls, and her legs had been restrained with rope that wrapped around the shin and thigh of each leg. Forced to sit down, her eyes darted around the room, staring at the dull stone walls before she looked right in front of her. She saw before her the iron bars that trapped her inside the room, and outside of those bars she saw something that terrified her to her core.
There were a couple of soldiers conversing, sure, but there was a far more important man talking to the patrol captain: Dimitri. The King of Fodlan himself was standing just a few feet away from her, only separated by the bars that kept her trapped further beyond just the chains that kept her arms firmly against the cold, hard wall. Of all the terrible things to happen, this was the worst. Not only was she captured, but the most powerful man in Fodlan was now here, presumably to question her. She...she surely just had to stay quiet, right? Just tell him nothing until the group she left outside realized something was wrong and went to her client for help.
"Ah, Your Majesty, I believe she is awake!"
"So she is. Allow me into her cell. Gather your men here as well...her strength is unknown. And between you and me...they might get a show."
Dimitri smirked back at the patrol captain as the door was unlocked and he walked inside the mercenary's cell. Leonie glared at the man that approached her, staring daggers at the King. Dimitri stood befote her, arms crossed, but her lips were tightly sealed.
"So you are the leader of the thieves that invaded these dungeons. Tell me your purpose for doing so."
Leonie almost had the urge to burst out laughing. Surely he didn't think it was that easy, right? She just said nothing, as planned.
"Silence will not help you. Tell me your name and your purpose."
Once again, Leonie said nothing.
"Consider your choice. I intend to keep this civil, but if you continue this childish behavior, I will be less inclined to be civil."
Leonie wasn't fazed. Dimitri was a powerful man, but she'd take a beating happily over revealing any information to him.
"I will ask you one more time, this time more directly. Leonie, what purpose do you have being down here?"
Leonie's eyes widened at his words. They had met at Gronder Field months earlier, sure, but Dimitri hadn't seen her grown-up appearance since that fateful battle. How the hell had he recognized her?
"Ah, your eyes betray you, Ms….Pinelli, was it? I see what my men have told me is correct. Now that it's clear who you are, I'd like to know what exactly a former Leicester general is doing snooping around in the Fhirdiad Dungeons. Drop the act, please. As I said, before you'll get nowhere by not answering me. I have ways of making you speak."
Leonie glared at Dimitri fervently. She was angry that simple common soldiers had identified her appearance, and it was even worse now that Dimitri knew. She had heard rumors of what madness he had been overcome by during the war, and she had seen it on the battlefield as well. It wasn't as though that reputation had exactly disappeared since the war had ended. He was still known as the Tempest King, after all. She feared what a madman like him would do to the people she loved to get info out of her. Would he threaten Sauin? The thought terrified her. Still, she kept quiet.
"Very well then. You have brought this upon yourself."
Suddenly, Leonie felt a sharp pain in her gut. Her silence was broken immediately, letting out a yelp. Dimitri had kicked her. He had simply shoved his heavy boot into her stomach, no hesitation. It hadn't even seemed like a hard kick, but the power that Dimitri possessed was inhuman.
"Tell me your purpose. I will beat the answer out of you if I have to."
Another kick came. Leonie yelped again, the second kick more painful than the first. Still, she refused to yield. Dimitri cared not for it.
Kick. Kick. Kick. Kick. Again and again, Dimitri would stomp on Leonie's stomach. Painful hit after painful hit rained down on the mercenary, and she had dropped choice but to take every single one. She started coughing and grunting in pain, squirming in place as she tried to minimize the force of the blows. All she knew was that she could not respond to his questions, no matter what.
"If you wish to be difficult, then I will go harder. I hope you come to your senses before you end up passing out, beaten within an inch of your life."
Leonie grimaced, but she could not expect what happened next. In seconds, Dimitri winded up his fist and punched Leonie in the face. His fist connected with the side of her head, punching the spit out of her. Her head rocketed right from the force of Dimitri's fist, giving her a momentary whiplash. The Tempest King refused to give her anytime to process the pain of her blow. He began landing more and more punches, the helpless girl getting the snot beatn out of her by the strikes that the blonde man hit. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, trying to find her senses as Dimitri beat the shit out of her.
"TELL ME WHY YOU ARE DOWN HERE, YOU DAMNED WENCH! TELL ME!!!"
Leonie, now coughing up blood, stared up at the screaming man. Rather pathetically, she tried to look defiant in the face of his abuse, but the whole display just seemed sad when she looked like she had face planted into some rocks. Somehow, she found the will to still not respond.
"So you remain silent. You are not a wise woman, Leonie. Perhaps instead of blood, I can make your mouth emit something else."
Leonie was confused about what he meant. His words were cryptic and vague, giving Leonie nothing to go off of. She saw Dimitri raise his foot, and she expected another gut stomp. But what came next befuddled her. His foot came down, but stopped just before he crushed her stomach with his foot. Instead, his boot drifted down to Leonie's black leather shorts, and he pressed down into the fabric, rubbing against a certain spot on Leonie's body. She let out a soft moan of surprise, and looked up to Dimitri in confusion.
His Majesty smiled down at her, his grin devious. Slowly, he began moving his boot back and forth, rubbing Leonie's lower lips through her clothing, providing a light sensation. Leonie realized what he intended to do, and her eyes widened in shock. Surely he wouldn't go as far as to sexually assault her while she was completely helpless?! Had the man who was ruling Fodlan lacked any decency?! She gave him a disgusted look as she tried to squirm away from his foot.
"The worm intends to wriggle away from her punishment. That won't do, Miss Pinelli. Perhaps I must ramp up your punishment, so you will not be able to squirm."
Dimitri moved away, but only for an instant. He removed his boots and the socks underneath them, intending for a more hands-on- or, in this case, feet-on- experience for Leonie. His foot went back to rubbing, this time faster. Leonie was helpless against his onslaught. She couldn't do a thing as Dimitri's motions excited the junction between her thighs, his toes working to rub more specific spots to increase Leonie's pleasure. The orange-haired woman had to bite her lip, trying to keep her moans in. She was highly sensitive, and even such things as Dimitri's rubbing was seriously starting to get her off. She couldn't let out a moan, lest she embarrass herself by getting off to her own sexual assault.
"Having a struggle keeping it in, Leonie? Perhaps we should make it a bit harder. You did always love a good challenge back at the monastery."
Dimitri took his foot off her and kneeled down to start removing the fabric that kept him from fully pleasuring the hostage. He yanked down her shorts, throwing them to the side. Leonie's lip quivered as he then slid her tangerine-hued panties down her legs, exposing the heart of her femininity to the freezing, uncaring air of her cell. Dimitri wasted no time getting to work, shoving a finger in Leonie's folds. She let out a reluctant moan at the sudden intrusion by his burly digit, her body shuddering in delight at the sudden stimulation.
Dimitri ventured further into her pussy, moving his finger back and forth, back and forth. It wiggled all around, rubbing every millimeter of the walls that surrounded it. Dimitri's finger shoved in again and again, trying to create the most friction possible. Leonie was shocked at how well he was doing, biting her lip so hard it bled just to stifle any treacherous moans that would threaten to come out. She squirmed in her trapped position, subjected to the forced pleasure with no reprieve or chance to breathe.
Dimitri brought out a second finger, two of his digits now thrusting into Leonie's sex. The mercenary closed her eyes, trying anything to distract her from the incredible pleasure provided by two meaty fingers touching the inside of her vagina repeatedly. Dimitri wouldn't have this resistance continue. His fingers pistoned in and out, rubbing against her velvet walls with immense speed. Leonie's mind could hardly stand it, the pressures of erotic joy threatening to overtake her mind. Her senses were overwhelmed, and Leonie was close to cracking.
"f..fff...f-Fuck, yes!"
Leonie almost immediately turned away in embarrassment. Dimitri's grin was as wide as the horizon itself. Finally, he had gotten her to moan. To truly, utterly moan, and admit arousal at being fingers by a man she hated. It gave him that addicting feeling of power that kept him coming for more and more women ever since the day he had claimed Byleth in her own office.
Instantly, Dimitri wanted more. He decided to dive another finger into Leonie's needy hole, now having three of his digits inside of the captured girl. He fingered her relentlessly, moving the three in and out as fast as he possibly could. Thrust, after thrust, after thrust showered Leonie with pleasure, driving her insane. She had let out the first admission of delight, and it was only downhill from here.
The commoner from Sauin let out a lustful scream, her sensitive pussy being fingerbanged ruthlessly by the King. Leonie threw her head back in ecstasy, her tongue lolling out and her eyes filled with desire. She was fully lost now, finally falling into the pit of lascivious need. She began to moan wildly and loudly, grinding against the fingers that penetrated her.
"Ha! Men, she has conceded to finger stimulation alone! It seems my skill is immaculate...or perhaps she's just a wanton slut?"
His statement elicited a few laughs from the patrollers who were watching on. They had been entranced by the display; not expecting it, but enjoying the bizarre form of interrogation that Dimitri was employing. However, Leonie paid no attention to his teasing. She was too far gone to care, only focused on inching closer and closer to climax. Her hips started to buck, trying to get Dimitri's fingers deeper and deeper. She was being driven wild, shaking and wiggling, anything to get her to the climax she so desperately desired.
"Y-yesh, yesh, yesh, ye-"
Suddenly, he stopped. All at once, his fingers stopped. He pulled them out, and simply stared.
"W...what? Why...why did you stop? I was...so close…"
"Did you think I did this for your sake? You're not that bright, it seems. Ms. Pinelli, if you want me to finish you, you must do something for me first. I will unhook your arms from the wall, and you will then use your tits to milk my cock until it covers you in my seed. Only then will you be allowed to cum. Do we have an agreement, Ms. Pinelli?"
Leonie couldn't say she was entirely shocked. The man had already spent time getting her off; it only made sense that he would want her to do the same. Still, he hadn't exactly demanded information from her in this agreement of his. Surely it wouldn't hurt to do such a thing?
It was terribly scandalous, but if Dimitri wanted her to get his rocks off and demanded no information from her along the way...surely it would be alright. She did feel shame,knowing that she was thinking with her womb rather than her brain, but she couldn't resist. She needed a release, desperately. Dimitri had gotten her there, and now she couldn't stop.
"I...fine."
"Good."
Dimitri took a key out of his pocket, given to him by the patrol captain, and unlocked the lock that kept Leonie's arms chained. She sighed contentedly as her arms were finally allowed to slump at her sides, giving the tired muscles rest, even if only for a quick second before they had to be put to work. She rose to her knees, her legs still constrained in rope, and moved to pull down the pants that the Tempest King wore, hooking her fingers in his underwear as well. She pulled down, and…
"Wh-wha...h-holy shit…"
Dimitri's erection slapped Leonie in the face. The massive rod sprung out of his pants and landed on her forehead, the girl unmoving as she sat there in shock at the sheer size of his sex. Any words she tried to say got caught in her mouth, simply gawking at the thing. With her vagina already wound up from the fingerbanging, Leonie could practically feel herself have a flash flood in her core just looking at Dimitri's penis.
"Get to it. I will not be made to wait."
His command snapped Leonie back to reality, making her quickly unlock the clasps on the brown overshirt she wore. She slipped it off, and her undershirt quickly followed. Leonie's top half was now stripped down to just her bra, but not for long. Leonie reached around to unclasp the orange brassiere, slipping the straps off and letting it fall to the floor in front of her. The cold air of her cell made her shiver as a new, massive part of her body was exposed to it, her nipples already hardened from Dimitri's ministrations.
Sighing, Leonie got to work. She grabbed her heaving tits and wrapped them around the hardened royal cock, nearly covering the whole length of it. Her rack was incredibly large, but not even it was able to fully surround a 7 inch monster. Dimitri's tip poked out even with Leonie's tits wrapped around the thing, and the mere sight of that fact ignited Leonie's loins. She swiftly began, moving her humongous honkers up and down the meaty lance, making sure to put her best effort in. Her mammaries enveloped Dimitri's length in warmth and softness, a sharp contrast to the unforgiving frigid dungeons that he currently resided in.
The motion of Leonie's breasts sliding up and down, again and again, making a lovely sounding shlick as they rubbed against his rod was an incredible experience for Dimitri, already gritting his teeth at her ministrations. He couldn't help but be proud of himself watching this all go down. He had a prisoner willingly giving him a titfuck because he was just that damn good at fingering her. Her hands were completely free to do anything: get herself off, attack him, make a daring escape...and yet, here she was enthusiastically using them to move her boobs all along his cock.
While the orange-haired mercenary bounced her ginormous tits up and down their King's length, the soldiers that had captured Leonie and her crew had become engaged with the display. Most were pitching tents, and some had even had the dauntlessness to pull out their cocks and started jerking. They whispered to each other about the craziness of what they were seeing, marveling at the absolutely wild scenario in front of them. Not a single one had expected to see His Majesty engage in sexual acts with the intruder they had captured, but here they were, witnessing just that. Some had taken to jeering and teasing at the captive, yelling insults at her and encouragement at their king.
"Yeah, use those titties, bitch!"
"Jerk him off real good!"
"Use her jugs like you own them, Your Majesty!"
If looks could kill, the entire crowd of soldiers would be dead. Leonie's death glare was an absolutely vicious one, and their heckling briefly distracted her from her task. Dimitri was keen to take advantage of this.
"Well, what King would I be if I were to deny my citizens their requests?"
Dimitri grabbed the Leicester native by the shoulders and pushed Leonie down to the floor, surprising her. He immediately pounded, diving on top of her and placing his incredibly large manhood in between the two fleshy orbs attached to Leonie's chest. He got to work following the words of the soldier, grabbing the two mounds and smothering his cock with them. His thrusting began soon after, bucking his hips back and forth, rubbing the soft, perky titties against his flesh staff, bringing him closer and closer to giving Leonie a creamy treat.
And it seemed Leonie wanted the treat too. With Dimitri wildly pistoning, his cock had started to reach her lips. Leonie so desperately wanted to resist, but goddess damn was his cock magnificent. All wound up and desperately looking for any type of satisfaction, Leonie couldn't reject the idea of taking it in. She opened her lips, and let the massive shaft enter her mouth.
Oh my god.
Leonie didn't want to admit it at all, but she couldn't deny what her taste buds had told her. The Tempest King's phallus tasted AMAZING. It was an indescribable taste to be sure, but one that her mind could not decline the pleasure of. Her mind now narrowed in on her new task, she lifted her head up and aimed to lick his cock at every opportunity, her tongue constantly out to catch his tip every time he pushed it forward. Her brain was in a hazy cloud of lust within seconds, trying oh so hardly to get her creamy treat out of this delicious fuckstick. Almost fully gone, she made a request of her King.
"P-Please, Dimitri! Give me your cum, please I want it so badly! I want you to give me a full meal of your seed! Please!"
Dimitri couldn't help but don that devilish grin that had become a signature look over the last few months. He now had two footholds to bargain with, and he was going to hook in and not let go like his life depended on it. He began to go faster, growing ever nearer to orgasm. He grit his teeth, so, so close to bursting and giving Leonie exactly what she wanted. But that was the catch: he only intended to give her what she wanted...for a certain exchange, of course.
"Yesh, yesh, yesh! Give me your seed! Yesh, yesh, ye-"
Once again, he suddenly stopped, depriving Leonie of her sexual gratification. Her words had once again been cut off by her disappointment, looking absolutely heartbroken that Dimitri had halted when she was achingly close to getting his cum. Dimitri simply got off of her and his face returned to stoicism.
"N-no...no, no, don't do this! Please, Dimitri! Don't go! I'll do anything, please! I need to cum so bad!"
"Anything, huh?"
Leonie slightly cursed at herself for saying the words, knowing he now had the high ground, but she couldn't hell herself she didn't agree with what she said. She was just so damn pent-up and horny, she WOULD do anything for a release from the man who fingered her so well!
"Y...yes. I will do anything."
"Then what you will do is turn around and present your slutty behind to me. I will then fuck it and use it as my cumdump. That is when you will get my cum, and be allowed to cum. However, you'll need to give me one more thing. You will tell me what your purpose is."
Leonie grimaced. Of course this was his aim! She had never felt so stupid. How could she been so blind? Still...she just could not say no. She had been drawn too deep, too far to get back to the surface.
"I...goddess damn me...I agree to those terms."
Dimitri chuckled. Then he laughed. Then he bellowed. His laughing slowly transformed into maniacal, the man sounding truly and utterly deranged. Leonie shivered at the mere sight of this Dimitri. This was the Dimitri she had seen at Gronder. This Dimitri terrified her to her very core.
"Excellent! Truly gratifying to hear those words from you. I'm glad you gained some sense, Ms. Pinelli. Now get over here."
Shaking, Leonie followed his demand. She got up to her feet and walked over, though she was quickly pushed to the ground by the Tempest King. Now on her hands and knees facing the patrol team that had captured her, she felt truly powerless. She had been so adamant about completing this job for her client, doing it for a cause she genuinely believed in, and despite that, it had been her downfall. She had succumbed to her body's traitorous wishes, and was now to be fucked ruthlessly by the King she hated. Her shame was high, but her arousal was far higher at this point. She sighed, and reached around to grab her two asscheeks and spread them for Dimitri's ease of use.
"Ah, a good slut already! I'm glad you know your place here."
Leonie couldn't bear to look at him. It would just make this feel worse. And, if nothing else, she should at least try to enjoy this and make the best of a bad situation.
Dimitri licked his lips, putting his hands on the mercenary's rear and squeezing and kneading the plush skin. It was a wonderful feeling, and it made him want this all the more. With his cock lubed up from Leonie's licking, he prodded it against her puckered asshole, preparing for penetration. The son of Lambert took a deep breath, and pushed the tip inside.
"A-aaahhh, holy shit, holy shit, fuck…"
Leonie could hardly handle it already. Her sphincter had never been penetrated before, and to be split for the first time by a cock as thick and long as Dimitri was a daunting task for her poor bottom to take. Leonie bit her lip, trying not to cry as Dimitri slowly pushed in. Inch after inch entered her, filling her anal entrance up bit after bit. She was biting so hard her lips was nearly bleeding as her walls were spread out, the cock pushing and shoving in until Dimitri finally, painfully, fully hilted himself inside Leonie's ass. Now that he was...he knew he needed to go all out. He pulled himself almost all the way out, just the tip still inside.
"Prepare yourself, whore. I'm going to break you."
Dimitri declared his intent, and then he thrusted. Leonie's scream echoed throughout the halls of the dungeons, a blood-curdling shriek that would have shattered every eardrum in Faerghus if she wasn't currently in a cell. Dimitri didn't care. He simply tuned her pain out, instead delighting at how Leonie's back door was able to take the battering ram that just busted through it. Her tightness enveloped his cock in warmth and comfort, squeezing his length. The feeling was exquisite, and by the Goddess, it only made him want to go even harder.
The Tempest King finally unleashed his true power. Pushing Leonie's face into the dirty stone floor, Dimitri started slamming himself into her, fucking her with full fury immediately. His cock hammered into her with no remorse, spreading and widening her back hole with every thrust. His groin connected with her ass again and again, full speed with no sign of slowing down for anything. Her plump rump jiggled every time it was rammed into, and Dimitri salivated at the sight. Using his free hand, he began to slap the absolute soul out of Leonie's booty. While his shaft pounded her anus lies there was no tomorrow, hefty, heavy balls colliding with her soaked and dripping pussy lips, his palm caused bountiful ripples on Leonie's bottom, spanking it hard and fast.
Leonie kept screaming, tears streaming from her face. The pain was almost unbearable. She was uncomfortable, hurt, and her ass was being smacked and punctured again and again with no concern for his safety. She had no way of escaping, forced to bear this cruel and unusual punishment, all for Dimitri's pleasure. She was in a whirlwind of confusion and agony, and it only seemed to get worse as the one-eyed royal's massive phallus slid in and out of her bum with the speed of an assassin sneaking through a battlefield unnoticed.
However, a strange and terrifying feeling started to sweep through Leonie. The suffering...was starting to mix in with arousal. She didn't know how, and she didn't know why. All she knew was that the excessive force with which Dimitri was turning her bubble butt beet red, dick spearing her tight anus, was starting to turn her on. It still hurt, very badly, but her body was betraying her, searching for any way to get its satisfaction, and ending up concluding that being fucked rough made Leonie sopping wet down there.
Leonie wanted to resist, but the new sensations were coming on too quickly. Each second that passed was another second that Leonie's tears and faces of torment slowly morphed and shifted into tears of joy and faces of ecstasy. She was growing hazy quickly, her mind being transformed to think exactly one thought: she wanted cock, and she wanted to be fucked silly by it. That was all she could think about, every moment of consciousness devoted to squirming and shaking from the pleasures of a wondrous rod plunging into her rectum, making a gaping pit out of her sheathlike asshole. With all of this pain turning into pleasure, Leonie finally succumbed. Her tongue started to loll out, and her eyes were rolling into the back of her head. She was moaning like a bitch in heat, the skilled bow knight sounding like nothing more than a wanton slut, liquid pooling out of her vagina. Growing closer and closer to the climax she had been seeking for the past...she didn't even know how long it had been since Dimitri first started to jill her off. It didn't matter anymore. She was reaching orgasm, and Dimitri was pounding faster than ever. Her ultimate heaven was approaching.
"YESSSHHH! PLEASHE POUND ME HARDER! FUCK ME! I'M YOUR STUPID LITTLE BUTTSLUT! I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOUR COCK IN MY ASS, ANYTHING!"
"A-ah, A-Anything? So, tell me Leonie! What is your purpose for sneaking into the dungeons? Why were you down here?!"
"AAH! I- I, I WAS ON A MISSION! A MISSION FOR MY CLIENT, TO FIND A PATH INTO FHIRDIAD CASTLE FOR INFILTRATION PURPOSEEEEESS!!"
"GAAAH, I CAN'T HOLD BACK! TAKE MY SEED, YOU DAMN BITCH!"
With a hearty grunt and a final shove forward, Dimitri embedded his entire length and girth into Jeralt's greatest apprentice, bursting inside of her. His mighty lance shot out rope, after rope, after rope of searing hot, thick, creamy cum into Leonie's asshole. Quick and fast, the commoner's anal walls were painted a beautiful shade of white, semen blasting deep in her butt, the flowing river of the sticky substance from the King's baby maker never seeming to stop.
As her big booty was filled to the brim with molten jizz, Leonie was shuddering. Her orgasm had arrived as soon as she felt the gooey goodness inside of her, spasming and shaking as her sex squirted out a stream of pussy juices, covering the entire cobble floor with her love. Girl cum just kept squirting out of the orange-haired woman, her face contorting as she just kept gushing and gushing onto her cell floor. Load after load was dumped into her, and she just kept going.
"L-Leonie! W-who is your client? WHAT IS THEIR NAME?!"
Leonie, riding off her sexual peak, weakly responded with the last of her strength before her body gave out."
"J...J...Judith...von Daphnel…"
Dimitri immediately froze. The Sauin native collapsed to the floor, falling to the side while her King's cock slipped out of her, cum still dripping out of it. The man known as the Boar simply kneeled in shock, still processing what he had heard. Judith von Daphnel...this entire situation was about to get very, very interesting. There was no time for idling about. It was time to get to work, and he wasn't going to waste a second more. Silently, he stood up, stepping over the cum-filled prisoner and walking to the door. He turned to the patrol captain to tell him his orders.
"Men. Things have become more dire, and they are about to become very, very serious. I am not sure if you heard Ms. Pinelli, but we have a name attached to this crime now. Judith von Daphnel. THAT is her client. She ordered this."
The looks on the faces of the soldiers were deathly afraid ones. Judith was widely regarded as one of the most powerful warriors of the current era, feared by any army taking her on. For her to be conspiring against their King...something was truly wrong.
"I will be investigating this immediately. Thank you for your work today. It was most important."
"O-Oh, thank you, Your Majesty. Erm, just one question, however. We captured the intruder's comrades as well. What will you have us do with them?"
"Hm? Kill them. No use in keeping them alive. And while you're at it...you can use Ms. Pinelli as you please. Her body is free use for all of you. Fuck her however and whenever you may desire. Consider it your reward for preventing a disaster, albeit unknowingly. For now, I have work to do. I bid you farewell, men. Have fun with the whore."
Dimitri chuckled to himself as he walked away, hearing cheers and high fives from the patrol crew, celebrating getting their reward. He was glad, in a strange way. It felt nice to involve others in his twisted form of debauchery. Perhaps he should give more generosity to his countrymen...along as it was kept under wraps. He had already refrained from brainwashing Leonie in front of a crowd, and raping her in front of them was hardly a better solution. He supposed it was better to be controlled by his penis than the ghosts of his family that haunted him.
Regardless, he now had a new target to figure out. The famous war hero from Leicester...Judith von Daphnel. Perhaps another woman would join his secret harem very, very soon.