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The Spoils of War

The plan was simple...

As the forces of the Royal Mordredus Army pushed against the southern plains of Darhn, it was decided to relocate the royal family to a more safe and secured location. King Ravis, Queen Perdonia, Prince Orvan, Princess Pheta, and Princess Meyl were all to be taken to their winter estate in the north. This way, they could continue to maintain the war effort from a safe distance, while land was ceded to their enemies.

The Royal Mordredus Army... even whispering such a name was enough to chill the blood of those who hear it. There was nothing 'royal' about them; they were conquerors, plain and simple. A nation of demons, Mordredus followed three ideals that were easily understood.

Power. Conquest. Glory.

These are the virtues that govern Mordredus.

Mordredus...

Mordredus...

The distant kingdom of Demons...

Mordredus...

Demons... are a most terrible sect of creature, the likes of which even the gods see fit to turn away from. Monsters, beasts, fiends of all shapes and sizes. Many a story are told, teaching you to avoid these beings, less some horrible fate befall you. It matters not where you come from nor what you call them – devils, monsters, yokai, whatever else have you – you are always warned to avoid these creatures of the night to the best of your abilities. Do not listen to them, do not heed their words, do not give them the chance to get their claws in you. For if they do succeed, if they do trap you...

Escape is near impossible.

The Eastern Gate. Created two hundred years ago, it was a fortress made to fight off the invading Virkhals from the east. Even though it was two centuries old, the base was still a nigh impregnable bastion of defense. Not only was it a popular place to train cadets and knights who join the Holy Army of Ylldra, but even now – all these years later – it was staffed with experienced knights, ever ready to defend their nation from invading forces.

That's why it was chosen to defend Princess Meyl during her travel to the winter estate. The strong bastion would defend against wayward forces, be they man... or monster. And with some of Ylldra's mightiest warriors standing guard, there was no force they could not defend.

Again, that was the plan. A simple plan. Lead the princess to Eastern Gate, defend her over the night, and then continue along the unknown roads in secrecy until they arrived at their destination.

But someone must have spoken. Information must have leaked out. Because there was no way to account for... this...

“RAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”

“HOLD THE LINE MEN!

CLANG! CLANG! KLASH!

ZWOOOOOSSSSHH!!!

The training grounds. For generations, it was the place where new cadets tested their mettle against one another in sparring matches. Even veteran knights would find themselves here to further hone their skill, and keep their senses sharp. But now, instead of wooden swords and blunt blades clashing against one another, silver blades struck against obsidian swords, causing sparks to flash in a hodgepodge of death and carnage.

The soldiers of Ylldra – be they young cadets or experienced knights – wore their valiant white, blue, and gold armor, clashing swords against their enemies; again and again and again. They were the symbol of their kingdom: warriors both strong in body, strong in mind, and strong in spirit. If they were to face any other army in the world, very few would doubt Ylldra's skill.

But they weren't fighting any other army of their world. They were fighting something else. They were fighting an army of another world. Instead of clashing swords against other men and women, they clashed their blades against beasts.

“GRAAAAAAARRRRLL!!!”

SLAM!

“AAAHH!?”

“W-WALTER!?”

A man was slammed down, his body crushed beneath the mighty mallet of a creature twice his size. His blood curdling scream was cut short as his ribs were crushed and organs flattened, causing blood to spurt from his mouth like a geyser. When he rolled over completely dead, his tongue hung from his mouth and his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, while the creature that killed him stepped forward.

The Holy Army of Ylldra was mostly composed of humans. Yes, there were some other races among them – beastkin and even a few elves – but they were the exceptions, not the rule. But the same could not be said for their opponents. From dwarves to saurkins, beastkin to draphs; a wide assortment of armed men and women assailed their fortress, culling their knights as if they were nothing more than weeds. These were her knights, and nothing more than a smidgen of her great army.

These were demons.

Their bodies – while varying in shape and size – were all adorned in onyx armor that seemed to be a void of light. Appearing less like figures and more like phantoms, their fiendish silhouettes approached upon their enemies, striking down upon them with their sinister weaponry. The only splash of color either came from their bodies themselves... or the purple capes that flowed from their backs.

This was the Royal Mordredus Army... and perhaps the most feared army on this plain of existence, or the next. They weren't just numerous, they were powerful, easily slashing their way through the knights of Ylldra like they were paper. The differences in skill between the armies could not be any more vast, with most of Mordredus’ inexperienced cadets being far more capable than some of Ylldra’s more seasoned knights!

As blades clashed, spells were slung from one way to the other, triggering explosions, thunder strikes, icy mist, and other discharges of magic. But even this was not enough to repel the demonic threat, who matched these magical attacks with their own, battering down the mages and archers of Ylldra despite their best efforts.

The Eastern Gate. It had been a mighty bastion of defense for centuries. But tonight, it would burn.

And the man – the beast – leading the charge...

“Deeper men. Find Princess Meyl. Slaughter the rest.”

Was him.

His body armor was different from the rest. While he wore the same obsidian armor and purple cape that the rest of his army did, it was emblazoned with golden highlights that gave him a more majestic appearance. Golden symbols were even placed upon his armor and cape, appearing like the same hieroglyphs used in the nation of Guarude. It matched with his head, for he had the appearance and head of a desert jackal.

Golden eyes shimmered from behind the helm of his armor, glaring at the fools ignorant enough to walk towards him. Ylldrian knights attempted to strike at the mighty jackal, but with his sickle blades in hand, he easily cut them to ribbons; like their armor was made of paper. He then pushed deeper, leading his men towards the entrance of the Eastern Gate, forcing the knights of Ylldra to rush in order to defend it.

So much death. So much bloodshed. And why? All for her.

She gazed upon it all, brown eyes wide and voice getting caught in her throat. A young and dainty girl – just barely over the age of eighteen – wearing a modest yet still elegant dress, with a red cloak tied around her waist. Her hair was long and brown yet done up in a ponytail to make it easier to move around in, and she even had a ceremonial sword slung at her hip for a modicum of defense.

Princess Meyl was the youngest daughter in the royal family. She remembered when a year ago, the first signs of Mordredus' invasion made itself known. 'Do not worry about it,' her father said, 'Our men will have this invasion quelled in a fortnight.'

But their knights didn't quell the invasion. It swelled and swelled and swelled, as Mordredus captured more and more land, and grew more and more powerful. Eventually, the royal family made the decision to retreat to the north in order to put more distance between them and their enemy. That morning they woke up to leave their castle... Meyl will never forget it.

Her knights reassured her of her protection, and further reassured them of their victory. While the war had grown worse since the invasion began, it was not impossible to win. They were making victories in return, and taking back some land. The retreat to the north was more a formality; a need for further protection. It did not mean they were losing, most assuredly.

But that's all Meyl saw now as she stared out the window from her chambers. She saw not a war that Ylldra could win. She saw not her valiant knights protecting her from a beatable foe. She saw death. She saw destruction. She saw defeat.

Slam!

“Ah!?”

“Your highness! Please, we must make haste!”

Meyl turned. Standing at the doorway was one of her knights, his hand furiously swinging towards her. Alerted, she quickly rushed to his side without hesitation, grabbing upon his hand. He tugged her quickly, being urgent and strong to the point that it bruised her hand. Apologies will come later; they needed to escape now!

They rushed deeper into the fortress, heading towards one of the hidden escape routes. Through the walls of the fort they could hear the sounds of battle, though they grew more and more distant the further away they ran. For Meyl, hearing all those brave men and women die on the battlefield to protect her... bleh... it made her sick to her stomach.

But she remained strong, focused on escaping with this knight. They ran down this hall and that hall, turned this corner and that corner, all while descending further into the structure. They'd occasionally pass by several other knights, who all remained behind to help defend the fortress, while Princess Meyl made her escape.

And after a near eternity of running, they arrived at their destination. And it was a door. A simple, modest, almost unassuming door that looked like nothing more than a broom closet. Because – as Meyl would learn when the knight opened the door – it was a broom closet, containing various tools and even having cobwebs in the corner!

But the knight moved forward. While it looked like an unassuming broom closet, it held an important secret. For while the closet was made of brick and wood, after moving aside a wooden panel and revealing the bricks behind it, he pulled back his foot, and--

Kick! Kick! Kick! KICK!

Tumble Tumble! Rumble!

“Haah... there... fuhhh...”

The knight moved his foot around, brushing away bricks and stones that he had kicked open, revealing a small tunnel on the other way. Crouching down, Meyl gazed at the tunnel, seeing a small hallway on the other end.

“This way, your highness,” said the knight, “Take this secret path, and continue heading downward. This will lead you to the old ruins at the Tangille Highlands. There, the Arch Knights will be waiting for you, I'm sure. They will lead you to safety.”

“And what of you, kind sir?” she asked, being cut off by a sudden--

Shling!

“I will go and aid my fellow knights,” he answered as he brandished his blade, “Please, your highness, be strong.”

“Kind sir...”

He did not respond, instead rushing back down the hall to join his fellow knights. There were no doubts in his – or Meyl's – mind that this would be his last day alive. He was willingly sacrificing himself for her and the royal family, a thought that made her heart quake. But Meyl strengthened her resolve, shifting her gaze towards the small tunnel he revealed. It was covered in dust and cobwebs, and extended into darkness. Fortunately for Meyl...

Zwoosh...

She had magic.

Her palm open, the princess of Ylldra produced a mystical flame that brought light to the small tunnel before her. She then got on her knees and began crawling into it... only to hear a sudden 'Sllliiiideeee! Shut!' behind her. Pausing briefly, she looked over her shoulder; that wooden panel had been returned, covering her escape.

She paused momentarily, taking a deep breath. While she was not the greatest of mages, she still had some knowledge of magic, particularly medical spells. If she stuck around, maybe she could help?

THOOOOMMMM!

The earth rumbled as an explosion rang out. Whose caused the explosion however? Her knights, or those of Mordredus? In the end, the answer mattered not. If she remained and got captured, then her men would have died for nothing. She needed to keep going.

Turning away, Meyl continued crawling down the tunnel. Eventually, the small burrow widened out into a larger opening, allowing her to stand. And from that larger opening, she continued on into a musky cave. She could still hear the sounds of the battle, but they grew more and more distant the further she got away. Eventually, the clashing of metal, the screaming and shouting, the explosions, the dying, all faded away. And as Meyl continued walking, she eventually hit...

“Ah?”

A wall.

The princess pulled back, confused. Raising her hand higher, she caused her fire to surge, bringing a brighter light to her surroundings. There were no other routes, leaving her at a dead end. However, the wall before her wasn't a wall made of stone and brick, but instead of rocks and rubble. And through these rocks and rubble, she could see – just barely – light. So she cast out her fire, grabbed her dress by its skirt, lifted it up to reveal her leg, and--

Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick!

Ruuuuuubbbbbbblllleeeeeee...!

Rocks fell out of the way, while Meyl pulled up her clock to block her face of the dust that was thrown up. In a matter of seconds however, the area grew calm. Slowly, the princess of Ylldra emerged from the cave, gazing around to see... crumbled stone pillars, shattered archways, decaying wooden structures, and a crumbled brick floor.

When Eastern Gate was constructed, its current location was not its first location. Instead, it was planned for the fortress to be built here; in the nearby valley. Construction began, but it was soon decided to build the Eastern Gate upon the nearby mountainside, giving the fort a superior position thanks to a higher elevation. So this old base was left to decay throughout the generations, becoming nothing more than another set of ruins.

Meyl's eyes swept along the husk of a base, where she saw and heard nothing. But then she turned, facing the direction where the Eastern Gate stood. And her eyes grew wide.

Fire. It danced upon the ramparts of the once mighty fortress. Fire. It flowed through its windows, which had been shattered to pieces. Fire. It flowed from the central tower of the fortress; the same tower she had slept in mere hours ago. Fire. The entire base had been consumed by fire. No longer was Eastern Gate a base, but instead it looked like some man-made volcano.

Meyl's eyes grew wide, her mouth hung open, her flesh turned pale, and her body grew weak. Falling to her knees, the princess of Ylldra could not believe her eyes. While she knew that the Royal Mordredus Army was an army to be feared, this was her first time witnessing their might. And it took its form in the destruction of Eastern Gate.

That fortress has stood firm for well over two hundred years. In one night, it was destroyed.

All hope within Meyl vanished. She could barely think, let alone move. Her mind was filled with the horrific images of her kingdom's fate. The land ravaged, its riches pillaged, its people slaughtered... or worse. This was only the beginning, until Mordredus' insatiable greed was quenched... and that seemed more and more impossible with each and every passing day.

Tumbleeee...

“Ah!?”

The sound of a rolling rock snapped Meyl from her thoughts, and caused the princess to shoot back upon her feet. Opening her hand, she produced her fire once again, illuminating her area as she turned into the direction of the sound she heard. Wait... what did that knight tell her? That the Arch Knights were here, waiting for her?

The Arch Knights. There is a reason why the Holy Army of Ylldra was known as the Holy Army. Ylldra itself was known as the Holy Nation, due to its creation being at the hands of the goddess of life, Ylld. To live up to their goddess' high standards of, Ylldra held pristine and order in high regards, teaching its people to be pure of body and mind, tolerant of others, pursuers of knowledge, and protective to those in lesser positions.

And none hold those virtues in higher regards than the Arch Knights. Like the highest angels in the highest circles of the heavens, the Arch Knights were the mightiest warriors Ylldra had ever known. Their positions rank higher than the mightiest of soldiers in their army, and they have the skills to match. Masters of not only magic, but of holy magic, the Arch Knights skill and prowess in battle have beguiled many people for centuries. All across the world, people have heard tales of their exploits, with many coming to hopefully learn under them. But becoming an Arch Knight and being an Arch Knight is not easy, for it requires the utmost of devotion to Ylld, Ylldra, and her people, and the upholding of the virtues they value.

Arch Knights. No name is more apt.

So with the hope that the Arch Knights were here, Meyl's temperament did a complete 180. A smile appeared on her face, and the chaos at Eastern Gate felt miles, if not countries away.

That hope did not remain for long.

Footsteps walked from around a corner, revealing a man in gilded yellow armor. It was radiant, appearing less like steel and metal, and more like gold in the shape of armor. Its cape was a red color, and it flowed through the wind as he stepped forward. And from beneath the helm, there were a pair of piercing blue eyes.

This was one of the Arch Knights, denoted by their impressive armor and cerulean cape. While most knights of Ylldra wore armor that was mostly white yet highlighted by blue and gold, the Arch Knights wore armor that was mostly yellow and highlighted red and white. It gave them this holy, mystical status; like they were less more, and more like demigods.

Oh, yes, and there was a cloaked figure hovering behind it.

From this cloaked figure extended impossibly long tentacles, ones that radiated with an eerie red magic that took the form of cackling bolts of tiny lightning. This cloaked figure – more revenant than anything Meyl could see as mortal – hovered its tentacles around the gold armored knight, with some of its slimy appendages directly touching and curling around their head. And this gilded knight, clutching its blade close, stumbled towards the princess of Ylldra.

“Sor... ry...” the man beneath the armor could be heard slurring, “Sorrrrrryyy... sor... rryyyyy... so-so-so-so... rrryyy... soorrrryy...”

“By the goddess,” Meyl said, her body trembling with fear at the horror she saw.

The armored knight – more zombie than man – approached the princess, who was too paralyzed to move. How could she move with what she was witnessing? Her eyes remained wide, watching as the floating cloak of tentacles moved one of its tendrils, causing the armored knight to do likewise. It was then that she realized that this demonic cloak – whatever it was – was controlling the knight, and the knight was powerless to stop.

So like a puppet on strings, when the tentacle raised its arm, the knight raised his blade. Meyl watched as that immaculate sword was raised high... and she watched as it was brought down.

CLASH!

But it never struck her.

Meyl flinched... only to realize that pain never befell her. Slowly bringing her gaze back up, she saw that the blade had been stopped by another blade. A sword had blocked the blow; a sword being held by another armored knight. Another knight in yellow armor with a red cape, and an immaculately forged sword.

And when this knight roared...

“FWAAAH!”

The heavens themselves seemed to shudder.

A golden pulse was sent booming from the two golden knights, pushing Meyl away, and causing the cloak of tentacles to shake as well. The princess of Ylldra gazed up towards the two saffron knights, watching as one was controlled by tentacles, and the other stood tall to defend her.

“Princess Meyl,” said the knight, his voice surprisingly familiar, “Stay behind me. I'll deal with Sir Levi... and the mindflayer that has him controlled.”

“Mind... flayer...?” Meyl repeated.

She didn't get the chance to speak more, before the armored knight rushed for his enemy. Sword raised high, he clashed blades with the other Arch Knight, their strikes sending out flashes of holy magic in yellow pulses. Despite being controlled by a 'mindflayer', the zombified knight still moved with speed and grace, matching the movements of his opponent.

Their blades were less like steel, and more like light as they met again and again in a dazzling display of swordsmanship. All Meyl could see were flashes of golden light, as their blades met again and again and again. Even the earth quaked beneath their expelling of power, rattling to the point that Meyl fell from her feet, and scooted on her but towards a nearby pillar for support.

“Hmph!”

Clash!

“Tch!”

The Arch Knight who protected her continued his fight, pushing upon his opponent, while the azure eyes beneath his helm glowed. While he appeared focused on dueling his fellow Brother to the death, the Arch Knight was actually focused upon the being that controlled him. That mindflayer hovered in the air, just out of view, with its tentacles subjugating the knight beneath it.

But it underestimated the Arch Knights. While it thought itself too distant to be stricken, the Arch Knights were capable of using more than just their swords. And this Arch Knight – whoever he was – was far more intelligent than he let himself on to be.

Amid the clashing of blades and flashing of light, golden feathers began littering the battlefield. They seemingly appeared from nowhere, but instead were produced from the Arch Knight's cape. He pushed upon his enemy, forcing them to backpedal while scattering more and more of these feathers around the location. And when their blades clashed one last time, the Arch Knight leaped back, putting distance between himself and his mind-controlled enemy.

Holding his blade out before him, the Arch Knight that protected Meyl began to focus himself. The blue eyes that shined from beneath his helm grew brighter and brighter, causing the feathers he scattered upon the ground to begin levitating. They glowed like lights, shimmering and shining, causing the mind-controlled knight – as well as the mindflayer – to straighten up in confusion. That was the only warning he would get.

“GO!”

The Arch Knight thrusted forward his hand... and the feathers shot forward like golden rays of light. Darting forward, they pierced the cloak and body of the mindflayer, riddling its body with holes, and causing it to cry out in pain.

“UUUURRRRRRRGGGKKKK!?!?!?”

That scream would haunt Meyl's nightmares.

Thud!

The mindflayer fell to the ground, causing its mind-controlled puppet to fall to the ground as well. As he groaned, the Arch Knight he faced straightened himself up, where he moved slowly over towards the mindflayer's body. He then grabbed its cloak and pulled it aside, revealing the disgusting face of this creature.

If a man and a squid could merge and become one, that's what this mindflayer looked like. It had the head of a cephalopod, with bulbous eyes and tentacles spreading out from its face. The same tentacles it was using to mind control the other Arch Knight. But now – having been perforated by dozens, if not hundreds of golden lights, the demonic force laid upon the ground, bleeding out its putrid purple blood.

“I'm sorry...” said a voice from the side, causing the Arch Knight to gaze over towards his fellow knight.

“Sir Levi,” he said as he rushed over towards him, “Sir Levi, are you okay?”

“Sir Forte...” he replied weakly, “I... I apologize for my weakness. May... may the goddess forgive me.”

“No, Levi, save your breath,” said the Arch Knight – Forte – as he clung to his ally, “You must conserve your energy. The princess will need you.”

“I will be... of no use...” Levi whispered, his body weak from his mind control, “I can barely move. I can... aaah...”

“Levi? LEVI! Aaaah...! Dammit!”

“Sir... Forte...?” a voice whispered from behind.

The Arch Knight straightened up, where he turned to face the voice behind him. It was Princess Meyl, her hand clutched to her chest as she gazed upon him and his fellow knight. Sheathing his blade, the Arch Knight known as Forte approached his princess, before placing his hand upon his chest and kneeling before her.

“Your highness...” he whispered.

At first, Meyl didn't answer. She stood there, silently... before slowly bringing her hands close to the Arch Knight. Placing her hand upon his helm, she gave it a soft twist, causing a 'Click!' to echo out... before she removed the helm from his head.

Ah... white hair.

He was a handsome man. He was a stout man. He was a tall man. He was a strong man. His silver-white hair was long and flowing, but tamed into a thin ponytail so it did not get in the way. He had features that were sleek and graceful, with his angular jaw and his pointed nose. But above all, there were his eyes.

When a person becomes an Arch Knight, they take an oath; not just to Ylldra as a whole, but to their goddess. And when that oath is taken, they are blessed with an ounce of their goddess' power. That power blesses them with holy magic beyond what any normal man could cast, and it causes their eyes to turn a bright blue color.

This was not just a man, this was Arch Knight Lamont Forte!

“Sir Forte!” said Meyl as she rushed in, wrapping her arms around his neck in a powerful embrace, “Oh! Sir Forte! It has been so long!”

“Aye... it has, your highness,” said the Arch Knight as a kind smile appeared on his face, “Though, I wish our reunion was under better circumstances,” turning away, he faced Eastern Gate in the distance, “Goddess above... if I did not see it with my own eyes, I would not believe it. Eastern Gate burns under Mordredus' assault.”

“How could this have happened...?” said Meyl, feeling hopeless, “Only our most trusted of advisors and knights should have known this information. It was not made public!” closing her eyes, she deflated, “Brother... Sister... Mother... Father... I... I fear for them all.”

“You mustn't, your highness,” said Forte, “We must pray that they are safe at their locations. In the meantime, stay strong. I will take you to a safer location.”

“I wouldn't bet on that for long. Ohohohohohohohoho!”

“What?”

“Huh!?”

Forte moved quickly, wrapping his arms around Meyl and withdrawing his blade, readying it. The both of them turned, facing the direction where the voice came from. But with the way it sounded, it didn't seem to come from any one direction, but all directions. That voice sounded like they were in a tunnel, and someone shouted from one of the two ends, causing their voice to echo all around them.

“Who's there!?” shouted the Arch Knight, “Show yourself!”

“You have the eyes of divinity, yet you cannot see? How pathetic you mortals are. Ufufufufu~”

Thwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwmmmm...

“What the?”

Both Forte and Meyl looked down, for the ground began to quake and ripple beneath them. Sediment and rubble began lifting up into the ground, while the earth started shaking more and more. His sword ready, the Arch Knight constantly wheeled his vision around in circles, searching for the location of the voice. And that voice?

“Ohohohohohohohohohohoho!”

It was a woman's voice, sounding like a grand duchess or a prideful queen. To Meyl, it was a voice she had never heard of before, yet sent a powerful stirring throughout the air. For Forte however...

“It's her...”

“It's who?” said the princess, only to be suddenly pushed away by her night, “Ah?”

“Run, Meyl, run!” he ordered, “I will not warn you again! I will stay behind and hold her off, but you must go! NOW!”

“AH!? AHH! AAAAAHH!”

She wasn't given any time to think, only to act. And her first act was to do as Forte told her; run! She didn't know where to run, how to get there, or when to stop! She just knew she needed to run! Run! Run run run run run!

RUN!

So Meyl ran. She ran as far and as fast as her feet could take her, while Forte stood guard within these old ruins. The earth continued to quake beneath his feet, but now the wind too started to stir. More rocks, more rubble, more sediment began lifting into the air, and even Forte's cape began flowing upwards. It was like he was standing in the center of a twister, only that was strong enough to disrupt the earth, but not strong enough to lift him off his feet.

It was all so very... purposeful.

And to show that purpose, he heard a sound, one that rang into his ears. Even as the wind was howling in his ears, Forte still heard...

Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap...

Footsteps. Heeled footsteps. Heeled footsteps that sounded out of place among the ruinous stones and grass of this hillside. Heeled footsteps that sounded like they were walking down the smooth surface of a perfectly cleaned hallway.

They stepped closer and closer and closer, sounding at first like they were coming from all directions... before focusing on being right behind him. Forte spun around... and he saw... her.

In all the lands in the world, be they close or distant, be they highlands or lowlands, be they wet or dry, be they rich or poor, he has never seen a mature woman as radiant and as beautiful as her. She was a human. She looked human. From afar, you'd be forgiven for thinking she was a human.

She is not human.

Yes, she had fair skin like a human. And, yes, she had the voluptuous figure of a human woman. But, again, she is not human. Those shapely hips did not belong to a human. That narrow waist did not belong to a human. Those great breasts did not belong to a human. They belonged to a trickster. They belonged to a witch. They belonged to a demon.

But you'd never think she was a demon. If this beautiful woman appeared before you on the street, you'd swear she was a goddess. From her pointed nose, to her shapely lips, to the vibrant eyeliner... and those amber eyes, she exuded a force beyond that of mortals. And if you weren't sure, well, the pointed ears of a fox that stick out from her head would help prove it...

As well as the flowing, spiraling and majestic nine tails that spread out from her backside.

She looked like a goddess. She felt like a goddess. The long orange hair on her head was even tamed into an elegant bun that would be fitting for a goddess. But she is not a goddess. And if you need proof of her allegiance and status, then look no further to what she was wearing.

Well... it would be more accurate to describe it as what she was not wearing.

A leotard, though, you'd never catch any human wearing a leotard like this in all of Ylldra, let alone a woman. It was jet-black in color, and clung close to her body like a second layer of skin. Every defined bend and curve of her body could be seen; nothing was hidden from view. The leotard was high-legged, meaning the curves of her hips were visible, flaunting how curvaceous and shapely she was. She had pauldrons on her shoulders for some added bit of defense, though they seemed completely pointless when she had an entire keyhole in the center of her leotard, exposing her cleavage! And on her feet she wore high-heels. High-heels that stretched up beyond her knees!

Her attire was completely laughable. Why would anyone wear something so lascivious and impracticable for battle? But Forte had long since learned to not underestimate this woman. Quite the opposite really; she was perhaps the most dangerous member of Mordredus' army. She commanded the armies themselves, leading them to victory after victory. Even when the Royal Mordredus Army lost a battle, it felt like nothing more than a minor setback in her grand scheme... if it wasn't already a part of the plan to begin with.

This woman? This goddess? This demon? This kyuubi? She was the highest-ranking member of the Royal Mordredus Army, second only to the Demon Queen herself. She was the Lady of War. And her name was...

“Cordelia...” Forte growled to which the nine-tailed fox giggled.

“So you know my name,” said the woman, her tone regal ringing into his ears, sounding like a true goddess, “I am impressed. Perhaps all that training you took to become an Arch Knight, has taught you the difference between mortality and divinity.”

“Stay your tongue, demon,” Forte snarled as he readied his blade, “Before I have it cut from your mouth!”

He did not give her a chance to speak before his feet were already moving, propelling towards the nine-tailed fox with the same speed as a raging locomotive. Why was the Lady of War – the woman who commanded Mordredus' legions – here of all places, leading the attack on Eastern Gate? He did not know. But he knew he could not allow this chance to pass him by. If he could slay – or possibly even capture – Cordelia, he would deal a crushing blow to Mordredus.

CLAASSSH!

“Huh?”

“Ohohohoho!”

With all of his might, Forte swung his blade at Cordelia... only to have his sword meet the blade of another sword. His eyes grew wide, for in the nine-tailed vixen's hand laid a thin blade; a katana! But she wasn't holding that katana before, was she? Where did it come from?

No! That did not matter.

Forte swung with his sword in an attempt to knock Cordelia off balance... which did not work. She was above average in height and feminine in build, and yet she was capable of holding herself against him – a knight well over six feet tall – with ease. But Forte had long since come to know that demons were far more powerful than they may appear at first. Even a woman like her – who wouldn't be out of place in a castle being serviced by maids – was still a capable warrior in her own right.

So Forte steeled himself, his eyes glowing blue as his holy magic began to surge. A thin blue aura even began flowing around his body, increasing in power with each passing second. But the Lady of War was not intimidated, for she began chortling under her breath. But even that would not be enough to deter Forte, who took a deep breath, before holding upon his blade with both hands.

“HAH!”

CLASH! CLASH! KLASH! CRASH!

In blow after blow, Forte's sword met Cordelia's. He attempted to strike at her side, but she moved to deflect his attack. He attempted to strike her neck, but she moved to deflect that attack too. He then tried to overwhelm her guard with his superior size and strength, but she forced him to a standstill, forcing his felt to skid to a halt. Even his attempts to increase his power with his magical might proved feeble, for Cordelia did not budge an inch. So he backed off again, and performed a flourish of his blade.

“Do not tell me you are giving up already, Arch Knight~” said Cordelia as she pointed the tip of her katana towards him, “Your men burn to ash beneath my army's assault. You must avenge them!”

“Silence, you wretched cur!” Forte growled as his grip on his blade tightened.

He rushed her again, using his holy magic to once more augment his body. But instead of increasing his strength, he increased his speed, allowing him to blitz towards the nine-tailed fox like an armored blue blur. He only appeared to strike, his blade cutting with enough speed to behead a man before they even knew what happened.

But not her.

CLASH!

“Hn?”

“Ohohohohohoho!”

Once more, Forte's blade met her blade, and his attack came to a halt. But he stopped for only a moment, before he began blitzing around her. Again and again and again, the Tangille Highlands were illuminated by clashing blades that took the form of holy golden light... and demonic purple flashes. They clashed – again and again and again – causing the ruins to quake and crumble, while the combatants took the form as nothing more than blurs. No normal man would be able to see them, but they would be able to hear them. Specifically...

“Ohohohohohoho!”

Cordelia's laugh. And...

“HAH! HAH! YAAAH! HAH!”

Forte's battle cries.

Moving at the speeds they did, their surroundings blurred around them. And yet, Forte was still perceptive enough to never lose his footing in his pursuit of Cordelia. But no matter how fast he thought he was, no matter how strong he thought he was, she was always just a little faster, and was always just a little stronger. Just enough to make sure he could gain no purchase, and that this battle was forced to end in a stalemate.

He could not let that happen.

SLASH! CLASH!

With one final strike, Forte slammed into Cordelia's blade purposefully, attempting to knock her off balance... and failing once more. However, the strike had the added effect of pushing himself back, where he skidded to a halt some feet away. The kyuubi looked at him, a haughty smile on her lips. She then performed a flourish of her blade, cutting it through the air with such speed, such precision, that instead of a slashing noise, her katana began to sing.

But Forte would not be deterred. His holy aura returned upon his body, funneling around him similar to the twister Cordelia produced before. It spun and spiraled, picking up rocks and rubble, and sending them flying in all directions. But the Lady of War remained unbothered, and the haughty smile on her lips remained. In fact, she began walking closer and closer, her katana raised high in a threatening manner. And as the glint of her blade reflected the shine of his aura, Forte struck.

“GO!”

“Oh?”

Swip! Swip! Swip! Swip! Swip!

The feathers! All throughout their battle, Forte spread out those feathers again! And like the mindflayer before, he sent them flying towards Cordelia as tiny rays of light that would perforate her body! They illuminated the night sky, and blitzed about with speeds greater than the human eye could perceive. And they were so numerous as well! Hundreds of golden streaks that would riddle a body with holes in a matter of seconds.

Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!

And not one of them touched Cordelia.

Around her body was a bubble, one created of a dark and sinister magic. At times, the bubble was reflective, at other times, it was a black and purple color. Regardless, Forte's attacks of a holy origin were all deflected with ease. And when the darting feathers were all dispersed, Cordelia performed another flourish of her katana, dispelling her magical shield and gazing forward.

Where Forte had seemingly disappeared. She gazed at the spot he once occupied... before noticing an unnatural light behind her. Turning around, she found Forte standing some yards away, his right hand raised as he charged his holy power up to a fine point.

His earlier attack with the feathers? Even that was a ruse. This was his true attack; a mighty blast of holy magic that would incinerate all those who were unworthy in Ylld's eyes. And this attack's name was--

“BRAVE CANNON!”

The earth howled as Forte's cry filled the air... followed by the roaring sound of his blast itself.

THWEEEAAAAAAM!!!

A beam of pure holy energy erupted from the Arch Knights hand and arm, and spiraled towards Cordelia. Rock, wood, sediment, and stone were all uprooted by the strike, and reduced to dust at the same time, like a warning sign towards its enemy... assuming said enemy could dodge the attack before it came. Which in this case? No. It was impossible. Forte practically fired the blast at point-blank range. Even the fastest of the fast couldn't avoid it!

So Cordelia didn't. She stood her ground. And the blast struck her.

KA-THOOOOOOOOOM!!!

In that moment, if anyone were to be gazing towards the Tangille Highlands, they'd see a flashing pillar of light shoot off into the sky... and vanish into the night. This would be followed by a loud and heavy 'Ruuuuummmmbbbbblllleeeeee...!' that would travel through the earth for several moments... before finally calming down.

The ruins on Tangille Highlands have been here longer than the Eastern Gate has. And yet – also like the Eastern Gate – it was destroyed in one single night. How fitting.

Forte's attack struck Cordelia, and the land exploded into rock, sending sediment and debris sky-high. Perhaps the Arch Knight put too much power into his blast. He'd argue the opposite. He knew how dangerous and how powerful a demon the Lady of War was. If he used anything less but his strongest, she would kill him, and capture the princess.

Still... maybe he should have left himself with some power left over.

Gone were the ruins of the Tangille Highlands, reduced to nothing but dust and ash. And as the rubble began to settle, a faint smile appeared on Forte's face. Had he done it? Had he – at the very least – defeated her? If she was left injured, her army would have no choice but to retreat, and he would have dealt a blow to Mordredus and its army. The Lady of War, felled in battle. She may not be slain, but it would be enough.

And that hope... that joy... that boost in morale... was ever so fleeting.

Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap...

No. That's impossible.

Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap...

His Brave Cannon struck her! Even with her barrier, she should have been decimated!

Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap...

Holy magic naturally destroys demon magic! That is the way of things.

Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap...

Right?

Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap...

Footsteps. Heeled footsteps. Heeled footsteps that sounded out of place among the ruinous stones and grass of this hillside. Heeled footsteps that sounded like they were walking down the smooth surface of a perfectly cleaned hallway.

Forte's tired vision gazed forward. Through the dust and smog created by his attack, he saw the silhouette of a woman. She approached him, hips swaying from left to right, while nine tails spiraled out from her backside like the rays of the sun. And as she drew closer and closer, her silhouette grew more and more defined... until she raised her hand, and--

Fwoooosh...

A mighty gust of wind blew through the area, dispelling the smog that covered her, and revealing her in all of her divine glory. Standing before Forte was Lady of War Cordelia, completely unscathed, as if she hadn't been touched in the slightest.

“H... how...?” the Arch Knight groaned, while the kyuubi chuckled, “How did you...? My attack... you should have been disintegrated!”

“I'm impressed you even know such a word, considering how ignorant you are,” Cordelia replied whilst crossing her arms beneath her chest, “Ufufufufufu~! But you mortals have always impressed me with how much you know... and how little you understand.”

“I...! Grrrggh! I will not let you pass,” Forte snarled as he strengthened himself to stand and lift his blade, “Even if it costs me my life, I will fight you!”

“In fighting me, you'd only succeed in wasting my time by a small amount,” Cordelia replied, “And if I am to waste my time, I'd prefer to do so in a more... pleasurable manner_._ Ufufufufu! And I think I know how I will do it~”

Her words made no sense to Forte, but he did not care. Even though his body was so weak that his armor felt impossible to lift, he would not give in. Even though his hands were so anemic he could barely lift his sword, he would not give in. Even though he was sure he wouldn't even slow her down, he would not give in.

So he watched. He watched as Cordelia raised her finger... and began spinning it around. A golden light appeared around the kyuubi's finger, one that grew brighter and brighter. She was creating a golden ring, and not just one golden ring, but four. And as those golden rings spun around her finger, she locked her eyes upon Forte, licked her lips, and--

“Fwah!”

“Ah?”

Threw them forward.

Forte brought up his arms as best he could to defend himself from the golden rings flying towards them. He expected searing pain; to be torn to shreds like ribbons. Instead...

Ving! Bing! Bing! Bing!

“What...?”

The golden rings did not slice through him, they wrapped around him. Specifically, they wrapped around his wrists and ankles. He tried to shake them off, but those golden rings remained firmed in place. Her laugh filling the air, Cordelia lifted her hand up, causing Forte to hover into the air as well. He gasped, but when the kyuubi pushed her hand forward...

“Ooof!”

Forte flew back towards a nearby stone wall. His arms were then forced into the wall behind him, restricting him, and making it impossible to move. He tried; the Arch Knight pulled and kicked as best he could! But no matter what he did, those golden rings kept him bound, and with his weakened state, he couldn't summon his power to free himself.

“Ufufufufu~ quite the snug fit, is it not?” said Cordelia as she walked closer, standing above him with her hand swaying in the air.

“What is the meaning of this?” Forte growled, “R-release me at once!”

“I'm afraid you are not in a position to make demands,” the Lady of War replied as she placed her hand upon his chin, forcing him to look her in the eyes, “You have been defeated, Arch Knight. Accept your failures, and admit defeat.”

“I'd rather die!” he snarled, making Cordelia tilt her head to the side.

“Hm? Is that so? You mortals. Always convinced of your own self-righteousness, even when you are so low on the totem pole. You should be thankful. With how beneath me you are, I should have you killed already. But instead...” she shook her head, “Hmm... I think I'd rather have my fun with you.”

“Your... ggh...! Fun?” Forte growled, “What does that mean?”

Cordelia did not answer him, instead giggling like a noblewoman while bringing close her finger. The Arch Knight shuttered beneath her, but remained defiant with his teeth gritted and his eyes locked on her face. Even as she placed her finger upon his armored chest, he remained abrasive, refusing to show any weakness.

“Such fine armor,” Cordelia whispered as she brushed her hand along his chest, “You Arch Knights may be arrogant with how you compare yourselves to archangels, but I cannot deny your talents on the battlefield is far above the others within your ranks,” she tilted her head at him, “You should join Mordredus. Capabilities like yours come rare among you mortal refuse.”

Join Mordredus? The mere thought was sickening enough to make Forte's stomach hurl. But instead of shouting at her, or denying her request, he backed up his spit in his mouth, and--

“Pitoo!”

His jet of spit didn't reach her. It barely reached away from his mouth. It flew out, yes, only to immediately evaporate, vanishing before it could touch Cordelia's body. That's not to say she wasn't disrespected by his attempt. Amber eyes tightening upon him, the nine-tailed vixen gripped his chin hard, forcing his head up so that he could look nowhere but into her glowing gaze.

“You dare?” she said, her voice surprisingly calm, “If I were my queen, you would have been reduced to not but ash for your attempt. However...” her hand on his chest began drifting lower, coming to his waist, “I am nothing if not forgiving. And I so do love breaking naughty boys~”

“Grth? Wh-what in the nine hells are you speaking of!?”

'Breaking naughty boys'? What could that possibly mean? He did not need to wait long for an answer, as Cordelia brought her hand back up to his chest... and poked him. Forte glared at her... only to feel something within his clothing begin to pulse. It swelled and he looked down, watching as her sinister purple magic rushed through his armor, causing it to--

Pop!

It almost sounded childish, but that is the noise it made. A simple 'Pop!' sound, followed by a loud--

Clang! Clash! KLANG!

His armor... his armor was falling off.

Forte's eyes grew wide as his armor was removed from his body, falling to his feet like a brick wall that's been removed of all the cement that keeps it glued together. The straps were undone, the many rivets loosened, and before the Arch Knight knew it, he was left in nothing but the chainmail beneath. He gasped at how thoroughly she undressed him... but Cordelia did not stop there.

“Ohohohohohoho~!”

Her aristocratic laugh filled his ears, while her hand drifted towards his crotch. Right there, right where his 'family jewels' laid, there sat a codpiece. It covered his pelvis, protecting him from any 'low blows' if his armor didn't prove strong enough. And now, Cordelia's hand was stroking his codpiece, as if she could feel the tool that sat beneath.

“What are--?” said Forte as he shook in place, “U-unhand me! Wh-what are...!? Grrrgh!”

“Ohohohoho! Figuring out what is happening now, are we?” said Cordelia as she continued stroking her hand along his codpiece, “This is all you mortals are known for. Hedonistic pleasure, and unnecessarily extreme violence.”

“Tch! Th-that's rich coming f-from you!” Forte snarled back, “You...! Demoness!” he shook again, “Release me!”

“Ufufufufu! No.”

Cordelia continued rubbing her hand around his codpiece, stroking it like she was polishing his shimmering silver flap. Forte bit his bottom lip and curled his hands, trying his hardest to fight against the gilded rings that kept him bound. But kick, budge and punch all he could, there was no escaping him. And the more she touched him, the more a heat began pulsing through his body.

Her taunting hand may not have touched flesh directly, but it did touch his mind. And with where her hand was in relation to his manhood, was it any surprise that his imagination turned to more... sordid thoughts? If that codpiece wasn't in the way, she'd be touching him directly. That teasing and taunting hand would be dancing upon his penis directly.

And that made him stir...

“Grrh! U-unhand me...!” Forte growled, causing Cordelia to look up at him with her amber eyes aglow.

“Oooooh~ someone's getting... hot... ufufufufufufu!” the kyuubi replied as she continued stroking her hand along his codpiece, “If memory serves, you Arch Knights take vows of celibacy in times of war and hardship, do you not? Ufufufufufufu! That means you must be so... ufu... backed up~”

“H-how dare you!” Forte growled as he again kicked against his bonds, “When I get out of these bonds I will--”

“Be begging for more,” Cordelia replied as she leaned upright, her hand leaving his crotch, “When I'm through with you, you will learn your place. And your place will be beneath me~”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, the nine-tailed vixen leaned in... and pressed her breasts to Forte's face. The Arch Knight grunted as he felt the soft, smooth, curvaceous chest of the beautiful and voluptuous vixen. They lifted and supported his head and cradled his face, feeling lovelier than his pillow after a grueling battle.

What? WHAT!? NO!

“Mrrggghh! U-un...! Hnn! Unhand me!” he snarled.

But Cordelia did not unhand him. Nor did she answer him. She laughed, her sonorous voice flowing into his ear, while his cheeks began burning a brighter red. Increasing her grip upon him, the Lady of War continued smothering his face against her pronounced chest, while her body began to grind against him. He felt her hips move and press against his hips, her stomach move and press against his stomach, while she pulled up her knee to press it against his crotch.

“Nnggh!?”

That push caused his codpiece to grind against his manhood. A manhood that was stiffening with each passing second.

Try, try with all his might to fight her off, there was nothing Forte could do to stop her. His body was still bound, she had him pinned to a wall... and her soft breasts were still pressed to his face. Worse still was the aroma. To be blunt and straightforward, Cordelia smelled so goooooooood. It was sweet and sugary, and so gentle on one's nose. The more he smelled it, the more dulled Forte became.

Venus flytraps use sweet odors to lure in unsuspecting prey. Is this what it feels like?

No. NO! He couldn't let her sink her fangs into him! He could be defeated.

“Grrrrgggh!”

Forte's eyes began to glow, his holy magic returning. Though he had been pinned in place, she gave him some time to regain his power, and he was going to use it to escape. His holy aura even reappeared on his body, his body emitting that light-blue wisp. An explosion; that's what he was going to do. Send out a shockwave that destroys the wall behind him, and blows Cordelia away!

That was the idea. But when he was about to let out a shout that would disrupt the heavens themselves, the Lady of War grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look her in the eyes.

And she had a smile on her lips.

“Mmph!”

“HMRRRGGH!?”

Her lips...

Pressed to his lips.

She began kissing him. She was kissing him!

Cordelia's mouth pressed to Forte's mouth, taking him into a surprisingly deep kiss. Eyes wide, he felt her tongue push deep into his maw, while she tilted her head to further her reach. Her tongue – otherworldly skilled and divinely talented – began to grind, twist, swirl, and click against his tongue, causing Forte to grow weaker and weaker. He couldn't fight back, he couldn't struggle against his bonds, and even his holy aura began fading away.

She was draining him. And like an oxymoron, that draining had the odd side-effect of strengthening him. But instead of strengthening his spirit or his body as a whole, it strengthened one area specific, lower area of his body.

His penis.

Within his codpiece, Forte's cock began stirring even more. If the taunting touches of her hand against his metal shielding wasn't enough, then the liplock he shared with her sent a surge through him. His length grew harder and longer, which made the tight confines of his codpiece harder to deal with. It even felt hotter, like his manhood was sitting next to a blacksmith's furnace. It was unbearable!

“Mmmmmm~~~”

Cordelia's moan reverberated through his ears, and when she pulled back, a bridge of spittle hung from her lips to his. Forte sat there, panting for breath like he'd run a mile, before the realization of the situation struck him. Teeth gritted, a raging growl began rising from his throat, and he glared at the nine-tailed vixen like he could kill her with his eyesight alone.

“You... she-devil!” he snarled, to which Cordelia laughed.

“Ohohohohoho! I assault your celibacy, and yet the worst you can call me is 'she-devil'?” she replied, “Oh, Forte. Disregard your foolish mortal beliefs that you are an intelligent species, and embrace the primitive blood within your veins. Come now...” she leaned in, pressing their noses together, “Call me a bitch~”

He gritted his teeth and snarled, but his act of defiance was met with her uproarious laughter. Her assault – both physical and mental – frustrated Forte, and he again called upon his powers to strike her down. But Cordelia remained unperturbed, laughing and giggling, chortling and chuckling, taunting him with her sadistic voice, and abusing his ego.

So he let her laugh. Whatever it took to buy him more time to call upon his powers. But Cordelia's laugh suddenly came to a halt, her lips closing shut as she gave him a mischievous smile. The Lady of War then turned around.

Forte leaned back against the wall he was bound to, while the nine-tailed vixen flaunted her shapely and curvy back. From the curves of her shoulders, to the narrow width of her waist, to the peach-shape of her hips and butt; Cordelia was carved by the gods themselves. To know such erotic beauty belonged to a demon caused Forte nothing but ire... while making his cock just that much harder.

Damn his codpiece. Dammit, dammit, dammit! The head of his penis began rubbing against it, begging to be freed! But no matter how hard he got, that metal flap remained in place, keeping him trap, and furthering his torture.

His torture.

Forte's eyes locked forward, once more gazing upon Cordelia's erotic and well-defined body. Though his mind and spirit told him to deny her, a growing part of her told him to watch. He justified it to himself, claiming he was searching for weaknesses or spots he could abuse to make his escape. But that's not true. That other part of him was marveling at the sensual beauty on display, watching as the kyuubi parted her nine tails, just so he could see eeeveerrrryyyythiiiiingggg.

But then she placed her hands on her knees... and she bent over. Her ass. Her shapely, curvy, wonderful ass! It was looking him in the face, as she kept her nine tails parted still. And that ass – that shapely, curvy, wonderful ass – began moving closer... and closer... and closer!

Pat!

“Gah!?”

“Ufufufufufufu!”

Cordelia slid in at just the perfect angle, her butt raised to just the perfect height. And when she moved back, that divine ass of hers was pressed against his waist, his codpiece – and his cock – resting upon the valley of her butt.

Gently now, the Lady of War began swiveling and swaying her hips to and fro, gyrating upon Forte's cock. She was a tactical genius? A general of the highest caliber? A woman whose depths of knowledge were far beyond that of any mortal? Then how? How could she move her body with the same lascivious skill of a talented whore in a brothel!?

Teeth gritted and eyes wide, Forte's gaze remained locked on Cordelia's backside as she worked her ass upon his crotch. His codpiece felt more and more like a prison with each passing second; like he placed a chastity belt upon himself before this battle started!

He grunted, groaned too, all while snarling and growling! All of which sounded like music to Cordelia's ears, who matched his vocals with that trademark laugh of hers.

“Ufufufufufufu!”

It rang in his ears; the ultimate taunt of his defeat. He so desperately wanted to get this codpiece off of him! And a none insignificant part of him began asking a question.

What does it feel like?

The leather material of her leotard moved with such tight grace upon Cordelia's body, once more flaunting just how snugly it was formed to her flesh. He watched her butt sway left and right, lightly batting up against his crotch... and coaxing groans from his lips.

“Nggaaaaaa...!”

“Ohohohohohohoh~! What is that, I hear? Is the valiant Arch Knight finally succumbing to his base, mortal desires?”

“Ggnnhh! T-to Hela with you!”

“Oh? You wish for me to return home so soon? So cruel of you, Forte~! Ufufufufu~”

Puuuuuussssh!

“Nnggh!?”

Harder now. Cordelia pushed against him harder than she did before. He felt the press and pressure of her butt against his crotch and codpiece, the tightness torturing him further. His cock was unbearably hard, and the pressure of his armored flap pushing against his length made him acutely aware of just how restricted he was. His length was impressive, thick, and massive, but you'd never know thanks to his codpiece. It left no room for him to expand, and it was starting to hurt him.

At the very least – the very least – he could use his holy magic to remove his codpiece. While it may be a sinful use of his holy abilities, in a situation like this, he was sure Ylld could forgive him. However, Forte couldn't focus long enough to use his magic to remove his codpiece! How could he focus on anything when the Lady of War's ass was pressed up against his crotch.

Squeezing, pushing, squeezing, pushing, torturing, torturing, torturing.

“Nnggh...! Hgggghh!!! Grrrggghh!”

“Everyone has a breaking point,” Cordelia whispered, her voice a poisonous honey as it oozed into his ears, “And mortals most of all fail to remain true to their laurels. Oh? Does that sound like an insult? Ufufufufu~ I would not say so, not with you, not in your situation. That power you have, Ylld's power. The power bequeath to you by your goddess. The goddess whom your nation is named after. I ask, Arch Knight, where is Ylld? Why fight in the name of a being who will not save you?”

“S-s-stave your tongue, Cordeliaaaaaa!” he growled, his back arching as he tugged at the magical rings that kept him bound, “I-I will not... gaah! I will not – oh goddess! – I will not fall for your blasphemy!”

“Oh? Do I?”

Flaunting her flawless grace, Cordelia leaned upright, where she pressed her back up against Forte's chest. He groaned as his chin came to rest upon her shoulder, while she continued gyrating her hips, rocking herself upon his crotch; his pelvis. He attempted to stifle it, but another groan left him, flowing straight into Cordelia's ears.

“Feels good, does it not?” said the Lady of War, “Hnn...! I think... I will make you my paramour. My tint has been so lonely at night during this campaign. Having someone like you to entertain me would do me such good~”

“Nggh! N-never...! Neveeerrrr!”

“Ohohohohohoho~! Listen to you. Does this feel good?” Cordelia asked as she raised her hand to clutch his face close, “A beautiful woman is resting her body against yours. You should be elated, Forte. But here you are, suffering pointlessly. And why? Because of some foolish oath to a goddess who could care less about you or the people you protect.”

“Nggh! Y-Ylld will never--”

“Ylld! Ylld! Yllllllddddd!” Cordelia shouted out... only to relax against Forte, “Ufufufufu~ Where is Ylld? Is she here? Do you feel her? No you don't. You only feel... me~”

Harder now. Harder. Cordelia's back began to undulate like a snake, her chest pushed out, and her ass hiked up to rub against his crotch. Eyes closed shut and face twisted, Forte tried so damn fucking hard to keep himself strong, to defend himself against her sensual assault... but it wasn't working. The smell of her body, the heat from her form, the way she moved upon him, all had the appropriate affect on him, making his body hotter, and his cock harder. And the harder his cock became, the more restrictive his codpiece became.

“Nggh! Hggghh! Hggrrrrh!”

“Oh? Can't take it anymore, can you?” Cordelia commented, her ears twitching as she listened to the sound of his groans, “Unfortunately for you, I can go on for sooooooooo much longer~”

“Grrrh! Why keep this up!?” Forte snarled, bullets of sweat bleeding down his face as he focused himself as hard as he could, “Are you trying to force information out of me? Even if I knew where Princess Meyl ran off to, I would not tell you! And I will share no information about Ylldra to the likes of you!”

“Do you think I care about that little girl?” Cordelia replied, this snarky smirk on her lips, “How ignorant of you. Outside of being a bargaining chip, Meyl of Ylldra means nothing to Mordredus. I will take charge over her when my army sweeps through this forest.”

“Wh-what!? You... nnggh! You... goddess! You... don't want Meyl? Then... aaaah! Wh-why are you here!?”

“Do you think me a fool?” asked Cordelia, “By capturing Eastern Gate, I have taken a key structure in our war against Ylldra. A power position, from which my army and I may gaze out over all of the land you hold dear. The fact that your beloved princess is here... ah... well... would you believe me if I said it was a coincidence?”

Her taunting words swirled in his head. A coincidence? This entire attack was a coincidence? No, he did not believe it. With how the Royal Mordredus Army pursued Princess Meyl, Cordelia had to be lying! It couldn't be a coincidence! He did not believe in them.

She was torturing him again. Playing with not only his body and spirit, but also his mind. The three-pronged assault left him curling, his body flexing as if he could steel himself hard enough to turn his flesh into solid metal. But even if he could manage such a feat, he was sure Cordelia would still break him.

It was because of her ass. Her taunting, teasing, torturous, ass. Her backside alone was enough to make his impenetrable walls crumble, and there was nothing he could do about it. And as the pleasure in his penis continued to mount, he felt his defenses wane. He couldn't hold himself back anymore.

“Then what...! What do you want of me!!!” Forte growled, “Eastern Gate has fallen! Just kill me already!”

“Now why would I do that?” Cordelia replied as she swayed her hips back and forth once again, “I do not take joy in wanton slaughter. And I would hate to kill someone as handsome as you! Ufufufufufu!”

“Then...! Aaah! Then what do you plan on doing to me?”

“Oh? Is it not obvious?”

Her response floated in his head while she clutched the side of his face. Pulling him close, she forced him to look her in the eye, while this grin that was both sadistic and sordid sat on her face. And as her thumb stroked along his lips, she leaned in close and whispered...

“Beg...”

That's what this all was about? She wanted him to beg? Beg for what? For his life? For release? Whatever it was she wanted, he would not give it to her. She could stab him, set him ablaze, rip through his mind with her dark magic, and he'd never break!

Never...

But that was all in his head. Outside, as her ass continued to grind against his codpiece, his mouth was an endless river of--

“Aah! Haah! Hggnn! Nnggh! Haaaha! Haaaah! Ggahh! Y-you devil!”

“Ufufufufufufu!”

Forte could not deny her. The pressure of her ass, the shape of her ass, the movements she deployed; it was all without flaw. His codpiece's constricting hold upon his manhood was more torturous than any stab of a knife, or lash of a whip. So damn hot and sensitive! While his cock tightened further and further! He needed a release, be it from this situation, or from the pint of pleasure he felt!

“R-release me!” Forte shouted.

“No,” Cordelia replied.

“Release me this instant!” Forte roared.

“Nope,” Cordelia replied.

“Gah! Haaah! Nngghh! Ggghh! Ttch! Please!”

“Oh?”

Cordelia stopped, causing Forte to lurch forward and pant desperately for breath. His cock was still tight within its prison, but at least he was freed of her body. Though this moment of release was short lived, as he realized what he said.

Please. If only for a moment – a brief moment – Forte broke. And Cordelia knew it.

“Ufufufufufufu~”

The Arch Knight – his face one of shame and embarrassment – slowly brought his head up to gaze upon the Lady of War. She stood before him, a grin on her lips, her amber eyes aglow, while she placed her hand upon his cheek.

“Good boy~”

Those words were like poison. Sweet, beautiful, poison.

Gently, Cordelia stroked her palm upon Forte's cheek. He gritted his teeth, growled at her too, but could do nothing as she brought her face forward... and pressed her lips to his.

“Nmmmm~~~”

“Hmmmfff!”

There it was again. That drain.

Cordelia tilted her head, allowing her tongue to push as deep into his mouth as it could reach. Her moans reverberated through the silent hillside, mixing with his reluctant groans, while her breasts pressed to his chin. For several moments she held this liplock with him, before finally pulling with a smirk on her lips.

Cordelia then descended down.

Forte's eyes swelled as the Lady of War got on her knees before him. On any other day, this would be a sign of victory. But with his arms and legs bound to this stone wall, his mind was filled with other thoughts.

Cordelia's noble chortles filled the air, making Forte shudder. Bringing close her hand, the kitsune began brushing her fingers along his codpiece. Even through this metallic flap, she could feel the heat and rigidity of his cock as it threatened to break free of his confides. Fortunately for him, Cordelia was nothing if not a kind mistress.

With a firm grasp, the Lady of War grabbed his codpiece. She then gave it a light 'Twist!' triggering a 'Click!' noise that caused his codpiece to grow loose around his body. And with that...

Clang! Clang...

She let it drop to the ground, where she was greeted by--

Fwip!

“Oh my~! Ufufufufufufu!”

“Aaah!?”

His penis.

His long, thick, pulsating, penis.

It extended out from between his legs; being this mighty pillar of masculine need and overwhelming lust. Veins ran up and down his member, while the head of it was incredibly red. No, not just the head of his penis; his entire cock was a bright red color, having grown incredibly tense when trapped by the codpiece. Precum oozed from the tip of his length, having long since drizzled down to stain his length in its entirety. And after all that time stewing within his hot, steamy armor, this musky and sweaty odor wafted from his penis, and ticked Cordelia's nose.

“Well, well, well. Is this one of Ylld's blessings? Ufufufufufu~ perhaps I should give the goddess my thanks~”

“You...! Hhh... h-heathen...”

Cordelia's amber eyes remained locked on his penis, watching it throb, watching it twitch, watching it bounce, while precum oozed down it like an endless river of lust. And when she brought up her hand, she placed her index finger and thumb together, aimed it at the underside of his glands, and--

Flick!

“HAAAAAHH!?!?!?”

That flick? That single flick? It felt like having an earthquake rip through his flesh!

Forte howled, his roar filling the air as he threw his head back and arched his back. His cock was incredibly sensitive, not just from being bound by his codpiece, but also thanks to his oath of celibacy. That mere flick was almost enough to make him cum on the spot!

Almost.

Recoiling, Forte leaned forward and dropped his head down. Cordelia was still on her knees before him, her head resting on her hand, while her other hand continued hovering near his dick. Gently, she placed the tip of her finger upon the bottom of his cock; right at the hilt. And just as gently, she sloooooowwwwllllyyyyy dragged her finger along the shaft and aaaaaaaaaaalllll the way to the tip. Where, once again...

Flick!

“GUH! FUCK!”

“Ohohohohoho! So the Arch Knight can be obscene~” Cordelia remarked, this mischievous and alluring smile on her lips while her amber eyes glowed bright, “It inspires me to know I can unmake a man such as yourself~”

“You...! Nngghh!”

Bringing up her hand, Cordelia began brushing the palm of her hand along the bottom of his cock. His precum marred her hand and fingers, making it slick and wet. Bridges of male lust hung between her digits, while her grip on his cock grew tighter and stronger. Forming a tight circle with her thumb and index finger, she caught his glands between her digits, and began to--

Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap!

“GUH!? WH-WHAT!? NNGGHH!”

“Ufufufufu~”

The Lady of War Cordelia Okami. Ever since this war began, her tactical mind had been frightening, with her victories far outnumbering her defeats. And the rare, firsthand accounts of her prowess in battle was enough to make a veteran soldier's blood turn cold. The mages claim her magic is beyond anything they could muster, while knights claim her swordsmanship was peerless. Even Forte himself had to admit that she was superior to him in terms of battle, going by how their earlier fight ended.

But now here she was, the Lady of War, the top general of the Royal Mordredus Army, and her hand was wrapped around his cock. The precum that oozed from his weeping tip was spread out upon her hand and along his length, letting it shine in the night sky, while his endless moaning and groaning filled the air with sound. Involuntarily – instinctively – he thrusted his hips forward, fucking the tight gap Cordelia created with her hand, and sending a bullet of precum shooting out.

Right upon the kitsune's cheek.

“My, my, my~” said Cordelia, who didn't even bother cleaning off his lust, “Look at you. All desperate to cum like the filthy mortal you are. Tell me; how much good has that pathetic oath to Ylld done for you?”

“Nggh! Haaah! Ggghh! B-by the goddess!”

“Ufufufufu~ yes, your goddess,” Cordelia replied as she brought her head down, hovering her lips just above his cock, “By the time I'm through with you, I will be your goddess. Chu~”

“OH!?”

Cordelia's lips...

Pressed to the head of his dick.

It was a kiss. A simple kiss. And yet that simple kiss made him weaker in the knees than any battle he's ever had. Cordelia's lips were like her hand; soft, perfect, immaculate, and womanly. And it was followed by another kiss, and another kiss, and another kiss! The Lady of War peppered Forte's length with a flurry of kisses; trailing them along his glands, his shaft, even reaching down to kiss and lick his balls.

Lick? Liiiicck.

Her tongue – devious and lewd – drew a line from his scrotum aaaallll the way to the tip of his dick, where she 'Flicked!' it up. Forte jerked, while Cordelia opened her mouth wide. And then she pushed doooowwwwwwwnn!

“Haah!? Aaauuughh!”

The Arch Knight's head fell back and his hips jerked forward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. The heat and drool of her mouth tangled around his length, holding him hostage while her head pushed deeper and deeper around him.

For a knight sworn to celibacy by his foolish oath to a goddess who couldn't care less for him, he was blessed with an amazing penis. How ironic. His length, his rigidity, his heat; it was all without flaw or rival. And this taste! So salty and bitter, like sticking a rod of salt-covered iron into her mouth.

“Nmmmmmm~~~”

Cordelia's moan flowed from her mouth and reverberated through Forte's body, making him shudder. His precum oozed endlessly upon her tongue, giving her even more of his incredible taste. That flavor coated her tongue and oozed down her throat in a sinful crawl, making her moan even more.

All of that sensual torture, all of that stewing within his codpiece; it all built up to this.

Lips tightening around his cock, Cordelia began bobbing her head up and down upon his dick, slurping and sucking upon him. Seconds ticked on and her sucking increased in pace, now sliding up and down from the midpoint of his dick, all the way to the tip, and back down again. Her tongue did not remain idle however, for it began to swirl and grind around his throbbing manhood, triggering an endless river of groans and moans that left Forte's lips.

“Haah! Haah! Aah! Nngghh! F-fuck! You...! Nngghh! Aaaahhh!”

“Nnnmmmmm~”

Cordelia's eyes closed shut and she pushed forward more. Placing both hands upon Forte's hips, the nine-tailed fox once more quickened the pace of her blowjob. Delicious sounding moans escaped her lips as sucked him off, pushing herself down to the middle of his dick... and then even further beyond that.

Cordelia pushed further upon Forte's cock, all the way down to the hilt! His eyes doubled in size and a cry left his lips as his cock sank into her constricting throat, which tightened even further. Deepthroat! She was deepthroating him! But before he could get too used to the sensation of her possessive passage, she pulled herself back, retreating to the tip of his cock... before pushing back down again.

“Nm~ Suck! Mm~ Slurp! Nmmm~ Sluuuck! Mmm~ Slurk! Mmmm~~~!”

“HAH! HAAH! OOOH! NNGGH! B-BY THE GODDESSSSSSSS! NNNGGGGHH!” GLORP! GLORP! GLURP! “GUH!?”

Was... that the sound of his orgasm? Was it really that loud? Just how backed up could he be?

Forte's shouting cry split the air while he came full-force in Cordelia's mouth. Blast after blast of seed shot out from his erupting length, coating her tongue and teeth in his pearlescent seed. The kyuubi even opened her mouth, letting him watch as his cock shot out globules of cum upon her outstretched tongue.

It all happened so fast, but the aftermath was earthshaking. Forte fell forward, still suspended by the golden rings that kept him bound, but unable to use his natural strength to stiffen his body. Shame and humiliation both fueled him, leaving his stomach in knots, and causing him to groan.

“Oh goddess.. I have failed you...”

Cordelia raised up before him, her face composed, a pleasant smile on her face, and his cum oozing from the creases of her lips. He glared at her, feeling indescribable amounts of malice and shame, while she casually savored the taste of his seed. Left, right, she swathed it around, before tipping her head back and--

“Gulp!” her amber eyes gazed at him, “Ufufufufufu~ such a lovely flavor... and a sticky texture. It would probably do you better to masturbate more often, Forte. Keeping all that stress within you is no good.”

“You shameless slut!” he growled as he tried to kick against his bonds, “When I get my hands upon you, I'll--” Sheen! “Kill you? Wha?” Thud! “Oof!?”

Without warning, the golden rings of magic that kept his body bound were undone. Forte fell to the ground, his body weak. Looking up, he glared at the nine-tailed fox before him, who continued smiling with that alluring and mischievous face of hers. Seeing that smile made his anger burn that much hotter, instilling enough power within his legs to make him stand. But...

But...

But the presence of his goddess wasn't there. He focused – by Ylld's light he focused – but nothing came of it. The holy magic he spent years honing and mastering was no longer within him, so his aura did not form, and the bright blue glow of his divine eyes was gone.

Forte felt cold.

But he still had a duty to fulfill. Not just to Ylld, not just to Ylldra, but to his princess, who was still out there... somewhere. So putting as much strength into his mortal body as he could, the Arch Knight raised his hand threateningly, stumbled forward, and--

“Ah?”

He stopped.

They were no longer alone.

Forte's eyes grew wide and he looked up. All around them were figures wrapped in cloaks like satanic cultists. They hovered several feet above the ground, with tentacles slithering from beneath their hoods, from their sleeves, and from the bottoms of their cloaks. Forte gasped at what he saw, his mouth hung wide.

“Mindflayers...?”

“Did you honestly think the one mindflayer you slayed was the only one I brought?” Cordelia remarked, “Come now, think better than that...”

One of the mindflayers slid down towards Cordelia's side, its tentacles stretching out in a taunting show of power. Reaching up her hand, the Lady of War clutched the head of the tentacled monstrosity, while her amber eyes locked upon Forte's stunned face.

“Your fellow Arch Knight, Sir Levi... he became very well acquainted with the pleasures a mindflayer can bring,” said Cordelia as she looked down upon Forte, “I will be gentle, and have Cenzo here deliver you personally to my tint. Don't worry. Denzo is kind to the prey he captures. The others? Less so. While I do not share the inclinations of my army's more... ahem... 'amorous' members, I cannot deny the act of dominating others is quite appealing. Would you not agree?”

“N-no,” said Forte, watching as this mindflayer – Denzo was its name – slowly drift towards him with its tentacles stretched out, where it grabbed upon his arms and wrists, “U-unhand me! Unhand me now!”

But of course, the demonic beast did not care, as it wrapped its head tentacles around Forte's head. He fought as best he could, but after the thorough draining he suffered under Cordelia, there was nothing he could do. Denzo's devious tendrils began cackling with a sinister red magic, stripping back the layers of his mind. He kicked, he punched, he tried to fight them off... but all of that struggling was all in his head. On the outside...

“Stop... off of... me... get... stop... off... of... meeeee...”

In a matter of moments, the mindflayer had Forte subjugated, his eyes glazed over and mouth hung wide.

“Well done, Denzo,” Cordelia praised, “Now have him taken to my quarters.”

“Uj yei najx, Cuty ev Nuh.”

Under the mindflayer's control, Forte was forced to his feet and started walking off. Cordelia remained however; while she did wait to have some fun, she still had a mission to accomplish.

As if things had not yet already gone according to plan.

“Lady of War Cordelia,” a deep and booming voice echoed from the side.

It was him again. The demon who led the charge on Eastern Gate, and the one responsible for the deaths of so many valiant knights and cadets. That big, burly, demonic force with the head of a jackal, and the gilded highlights to match. He walked up to Cordelia's side, his face behind his helm, his golden eyes glowing bright... and a certain princess slung upon his shoulder.

“Princess Meyl has been collected.”

Cordelia turned to face the mighty anubite warrior. He remained tall and stout, barely moving, even as his Lady of War approached him... and placed her hand upon the unconscious princess he had hoisted upon his shoulder. Gently she nuzzled her hand against Meyl's face, causing the princess to groan slightly, though she remained unconscious.

“Amazing job, Shatar,” Cordelia praised, “The fall and capture of Eastern Gate has been a momentous success. This is a day the people of Ylldra will lament for centuries to come. Now let us lay claim to our conquest. I'm sure our men could use the rest.”

“And what of those still living?”

“Hmm... let Tora and Pyrrha take their fill, they deserve it. You too, Shatar. Though Princess Meyl remains untouched. Queen Iris' orders. The rest...” she shrugged her shoulders, “Do with at your own discretion. Ah... but do be sure to spare one or two. Someone must tell the others of what they have witnessed tonight.”

“As you command, Lady of War.”

…

Eastern Gate was captured. The fall of the fortress – as well as the mountainous land that surrounded it – gave Mordredus a power position, from which they could more easily invade Ylldra. For months, if not years to come, the many advisers and tacticians of Ylldra will try and decipher how they could have made such a crucial mistake. How could this have happened? How could they have underestimated Cordelia's tactical genius? And above all...

What happened to the Arch Knights who were charged with defending the fort? What happened to Sir Lamont Forte?

Well...

“Wha?” Clang! “Ah?”

His eyes grew wide. Had he... fallen asleep? No, that's not it. It was that mindflayer! That detestable beast! It infected his mind, and rendered him unconscious. But how long has he been out? Where was Princess Meyl? Where was he? And...

WHY IS HE NAKED!?

He couldn't answer most of those questions, but he could ascertain his general location. Looking around, he saw he was in a large and spacious tent. Its frame was made with a strong metal, its tapestry being pitch black. Emblems and insignia adorned the walls of this tent, bearing the flag and crest of the Mordredus people. That being of a reptilian serpent emerging from the center of a purple flower.

There were various other objects around as well. A desk of which was littered with paper, being maps of Ylldra and tactical plans. There was a rack to another corner that was adorned with various weaponry, being katanas, spears, and magical staffs. And... was that a vanity dresser? And it was an elegant vanity dresser at that, being black, smooth, and containing various beauty products.

Had it not been for the military equipment, you'd be forgiven for thinking this was someone's bedroom.

Eyes wide and mouth agape, Forte gazed around the upscale map tent, committing everything he saw to memory. Maybe if he learned enough about what was inside, he could manage an escape. Perhaps grab one of those weapons nearby to defend himself! There was just one slight problem with his plan.

His wrists were bound and being held above his head, causing his upper body to be lifted slightly off the ground. He shook them, but much like those magical rings from before, movement was impossible. But these were basic bonds, right? He could break chains easily if he just focused hard enough!

But no matter how hard he thought, no matter how much centered his mind, he just could not summon his holy magic. It was gone, leaving him just as mortal as a lowly cadet.

“Dammit,” Forte growled as he shook against his chains, “I just need to... nnggh!” Shling! “Uh?”

Forte looked up and over. The entrance of the tent opened up, allowing a silver glimmer of moonlight to briefly illuminate the shelter. And in doing so, he saw a certain kyuubi's silhouette.

“You...” Forte growled.

She did not answer. She didn't need to answer. Instead, she raised her hand, causing various candles in the tent to be ignited with a warm golden fire. The tent was illuminated, allowing Forte to gaze up, and see the Lady of War.

Cordelia stood before him, an alluring smile on her face, and her nine tails swaying mystically behind her. Gone was the leotard she wore before, having been replaced by robes. They were black in color with their edges being a burgundy color. Parted in the center as well, he could see Cordelia's long and luscious legs, as well as the platform sandals she wore on her feet.

“Good evening, Forte~” Cordelia said as she approached him, her hips swaying left and right.

“You! Cordelia! Grrggh! Release me this instant!”

“Ufufufufufu~ As you can see, Forte, you are in no position to make demands,” replied the Lady of War, “You have been defeated and captured; now you lay bound within my chambers. You should be thankful that it was I who laid claim over you. If, say, Tora wanted you, you'd probably never walk again. Then again, she's never fancied men of your body type.”

“Lay claim...? Tch! What do you mean by that? I am not some treasure you can just take ownership over!”

“Yes. Yes you are,” Cordelia replied, “You are indeed a treasure I can claim as my own. And if I deem you rubbish, I can discard you just as quickly. I recommend...” she tilted her head, “You behave yourself, Forte. Less some horrible suffering befall you.”

“Nggh...! And if I refuse?”

“You won't,” Cordelia answered as she got down on all fours before him.

Slowly, the Lady of War began crawling towards him on all fours. Forte stiffened up, leaning his head against the pole behind him, while Cordelia began straddling his hips. Cheeks red, the Arch Knight gazed up towards the Lady of War, whose body was highlighted by the golden flames of her lit candles. His face twitched as he read the daunting and alluring smile she wore, while her hands dragged up his broad and strong chest. Her nails dragged along the ridges of his pectoral muscles and abs, causing him to stiffen up further and avert his eyes. And yet, his body reacted pleasantly to her touches, remembering the pleasure he felt when she handled his cock.

“Ufufufufufu~ I recommend you submit, Forte. The sooner you give in to your baser mortal desires, the sooner you no longer need to worry about your kingdom.”

“Your tongue is as forked as a snake's. I will not listen.”

“Ufufufufufu! I'll have you know, it is my queen whose tongue is forked. But I assure you...” placing her hands upon his face, she turned him to face her, “My tongue is just as talented. Allow me to remind you. Nmmm~~”

“Mmmfff!”

Cordelia's lips pressed to Forte's, her head tilted to the side. With the same ease and skill she showed on the Tangille Highlands, the Lady of War opened his mouth, and guided her tongue inside. A mature moan left her lips as she softly ground her tongue against his, while he remained as rigid as a board. He did not want to give her the pleasure... but it was not his pleasure to give. Regardless of if he moved or not, she was going to have her fill.

And, dammit, he tried to hide it, he tried to defend himself. But after all that had happened today, his body reacted on its own. The pleasure he denied himself due to the war effort, was now beginning to rise within him. And before he knew it...

“Nnngghh...”

A soft moan escaped him.

Cordelia's ears twitched, hearing the moan, but she said nothing about it. Rather, she doubled the strength of her kiss, grinding her tongue against his tongue... and feeling his begin to grind back. Was it involuntarily? Instinctive? Perhaps purposeful? Who's to say? All she knew was that the Arch Knight's tongue was starting to slide back against her tongue. It was slow, yes, but it felt so good.

For several moments, Cordelia and Forte shared this kiss, their tongues dancing in this slow waltz, while moans and groans left them. The vixen's nine tails all swayed hypnotically behind her, while her hands wrapped around his head, hugging and holding him in close. The longer this went on, the hotter they both became. Cordelia would even lean in, pressing and squeezing her breasts against his chest, and letting his chin rest upon them.

“Nmmmph~ Chu~ Aaaah~~~”

“Ngghh...!”

The kyuubi pulled back, this victorious smile on her face, while Forte gritted his teeth and shuddered. Once or twice he struggled against his bonds, only to relent and accept that he was going nowhere. That shame was still strong within him, and he looked away... only for Cordelia's hand to fall on his chin, where she guided him back to look at her.

“Eyes up here, Arch Knight~” the kitsune cooed, “Gaze upon your prize~”

A part of him wanted to deny her, wanted to look away, wanted to remain abrasive. But despite wanting to, he just... didn't. Forte sat there, his teeth gritted in a show of defiance. But Cordelia didn't care. She found his rebellious face to be quite amusing!

But then her hands traveled over towards the sash that was tied tight upon her midsection. Gripping and giving it a mere pull, she unraveled the knot of her sash before his very eyes. Her robes grew slack upon her body, and Forte's face of defiance shifted into a wide-eyed gaze with rosy-red cheeks.

Goddess forgive him, but he couldn't stop himself from looking directly towards her chest. The robes on her body were no longer as tightly tied to her curvaceous figure, causing the swell of her bosom to appear even more pronounced! And as the seconds ticked on, the kyuubi's robes slowly slid down her shoulders, revealing more and more of her nude body.

Ah? What's this? On her left shoulder, and sliding down towards her left breast, was a tattoo. It was elegant, being a purple flower, with its roots spreading out from it in two different directions. A purple flower? That was the symbol of Mordredus.

Cordelia truly loved her country.

Slowly, the Lady of War brought up her hands, embracing herself. Reading Forte's gaze, she stroked her hand gently upon her tattoo... before bringing both hands down towards the middle of her robes. And as she gripped them tight, she gazed upon Forte with an alluring smile on her face, and a subtle glow in her amber eyes.

And then she pulled her robes apart.

Fwump!

PLOP-PLOP!

“Nngh!”

Forte's eyes widened. The leotard she wore before limited the sheer size of her chest. Cordelia... was a very well-endowed woman.

Her breasts bounced to freedom before his eyes, being round and pompous, with stiff red nipples that pointed upwards. Whatever defiance he had within him was banished at that moment, for the Arch Knight could not pull his gaze away from her chest. The way her breasts bounced ever so subtly when she breathed, how shapely they were, and how they seemed to defy gravity; is this really what demons are like?

“Ufufufufufu!”

Cordelia's laughter filled the air as she leaned in. Wrapping her arms around his head and neck once more, the Lady of War embraced him, hugging Forte up against her bosom. He groaned when he felt the soft flesh of her breasts cradle his head, while her warmth wrapped around him, and her aroma filled his nose.

The same smell. That same fucking smeeeeeeellll...

His cheeks turned red and his eyes rolled up slightly, gazing towards the smirk that Cordelia wore on her face. Fingers moving, she worked her digits through his silver-white hair, tangling it up, while rocking her hips back and forth upon his waist. A muffled groan left Forte as he felt his manhood be stimulated, a sound that made her breasts quiver, and caused Cordelia to laugh.

Leaning forward, the Lady of War pursed her lips, and planted a kiss upon his forehead. This kiss was followed by another one, and another, and another. She then began moving down his body, kissing his lips, then his chin, then his neck, his chest, his stomach, his navel, and then she stopped.

Upon his crotch she had laid a blanket to cover his manhood. Forte was so hard, that a lump had formed on said blanket, one that seemed to throb and pulsate.

“My, my, my~ what do we have here?” said Cordelia as she placed the tip of her finger upon the tip of the lump, “See? This area of your body is far more honest than anything that comes out of your mouth. I see no point in trying to fight back, Forte. Though, I do find immense joy in your struggle~”

“Ngggh! Ghaaah! Ngggh! S-stop touching me there...! Nnggh!”

The kyuubi giggled, her divine voice bouncing off the walls of her tent, while her hand continued toying with his penis. His length was so sensitive that he became acutely aware of the weight and texture of this blanket resting upon him, doubly so as Cordelia pushed harder down upon his throbbing cock.

The rubbing his penis through that blanket, tweaking his penis through that blanket, pushing his penis left and right through that blanket. Each touch pulled groans and reluctant moans from Forte's lips, who jerked and wiggled himself lightly, all while Cordelia laughed and laughed and laughed.

And then she stopped laughing. And then she grabbed the blanket that covered his pelvis. And then she pulled it down.

FWIP!

Forte's cock bounced to freedom, being just as long and thick as it was on the Tangille Highlands. Precum oozed endlessly from the tip, while the gilded glow of Cordelia's candles gave his length a shine similar to a sword's blade. Positioning her head next to his cock, the nine-tailed vixen wore this wicked grin on her lips, while her hand slid closer, her dainty fingers dragging along his shaft.

Forte gasped, his back arching and hips thrusting as Cordelia's mere touch was enough to make him melt. Her divine digits traced along his cocks veins, feeling them pulse and pump with blood that made his length harder than any sword. And when her fingers came up to this bright red glands, she slid back down to the hilt, constantly toying and teasing him. Her hand pleasured his cock better than he ever could, making him moan, groan, and sweat bullets in an attempt to remain strong.

But his defenses were waning... if they hadn't already shattered to pieces before.

Pulling back her hand, Cordelia watched as his clear and sticky precum oozed down his palm. A teasing giggle escaped her, before she shifted her gaze back towards his dick. Rising up, the Lady of War hovered her chest above Forte's dick, and grabbed her tits tight. Fingers squeezing into her soft and curvy chest, Cordelia idly groped herself for his viewing pleasure, a sight he could not gaze away from.

His eyes were so wide; he was glued to her chest like a little boy! No matter how old a man gets, a mortal is still just a mortal.

Around and around, Cordelia worked her tits, squeezing them, kneading them, even pinching her nipples. Eyes wide, Forte watched every moment of it, unable to gaze anywhere but at her busty chest. And when she descended down, a sharp gasp left his lips.

Plap!

“Ohh!?”

Her breasts... her big, busty, breasts... wrapped around his cock.

Forte balled his hands and his toes curled, a sharp gasp leaving his lips as Cordelia's tits surrounded his throbbing member. He felt the soft, pillowy hold of her chest, while her flawless tit-flesh cradled his dick. His pulsating veins pushed against her tender bosom, his glands too were teased by her bosom, and from the valley that is her cleavage, one could see the tip of his cock extend out.

Precum oozed endlessly from Forte's slit, drizzling upon Cordelia's cleavage, and painting lines of his lust upon her flesh. It all shimmered in the light of the tent, while she began squeezing and groping her tits once again; this time around his throbbing member.

Up and around, up and around, up and around. Cordelia would grip, lift her tits up, squeeze them around Forte's cock, and then repeat the motion. Her bosom clinched his cock tightly, letting him feel the heat of her chest, and allowing it to wrap around him. And her kneading movements all sent pleasure racing straight to his mind, making his cock sputter, and twitch all the more.

Plap~ Plap~ Plap~ Plap~

Those sounds echoed through the tent as Cordelia dropped the full weight of her breasts upon Forte's length. He groaned, moaned too, his head leaning back as desperate sounds were ripped from her throat... and Cordelia giggled.

His reactions – each moan, each groan – were all committed to memory. And being a tactical genius such as herself, her memory was very thick. She'd remember the way he moved and how he sounded for the rest of her days. And being a demon, she had incredibly long days.

Forte's cock was hot between her breasts, having the same iron and heat from when they were on the Tangille Highlands. It pulsed just as energetically as well, still oozing his precum while her titjob continued. Cordelia would roll her tits around his cock, moving one boob up and the other down in alternating strides that spared not one inch of his length. Then came the light beating, as she swayed her chest left and right, causing her tits to batter his cock left and right as well.

This erotic torture wasn't just an assault on his body, but an assault on his mind as well. The pleasure coursed from his cock and balls and straight to his brain, firing off senses and neurons that told him to do one thing and one thing alone.

CUM! JUST FUCKING CUM ALREADY!

“Gah! Haaah! Hnngg! GAAAH!”

“Ufufufufufu~! What's wrong, Forte? Are you trying to ask me something?”

“Ggnnnh! Aaah! I can't...!” he groaned, “T-take it anymore!!!”

“Take what anymore?” Cordelia asked, teasing him still as her titjob continued, “If you don't tell me what's affecting you, I won't be able to change anything. You want something? Is that it?”

“Ngghh! Nngghh! NNNGGGHH!?!?”

“If you want something, you know what to do,” she leaned in close, “Beg for it.”

Beg. That one fucking word. Beg. The idea of begging her for anything made his stomach toss and turn! But in a situation like this, what could he do? He was bound by her chains, locked in her tent, surrounded by her forces. Even if he got his hands on a weapon, he knew he wouldn't be able to fight her, and he certainly wouldn't be able to escape. He was trapped in Cordelia's grasp; nothing more than a treasure she claimed after her recent victory.

Oh, Ylld. Why have you allowed this to happen? What had he done for such a fate to befall him? When Forte focused, all he could feel was... nothing. She was gone. Ylld was gone. His holy power was nowhere to be found, nor could he feel it. It was just him and Cordelia in this tent, and no one else.

Forte's silver-white was messily strewn on his face, creating gaps just large enough for him to gaze through. He watched as Cordelia continued her titjob, giving him incredible pleasure he's never felt – and could never feel – anywhere else. From the perfection of her body, the softness of her breasts, the skill of her movements, the alluring smile on her face, and the amber glow in her eyes, how could any man – any mortal – possibly deny her?

Beg for it.

Her words replayed in his head. So simple. If he begged for it, she would give him pleasure. Hell, he didn't even need to fully beg; he just needed to ask. Would that be so wrong? In this tent, would it be wrong if he begged? Would anyone even know?

The great Arch Knight, Lamont Forte, begging his enemy for pleasure. The thought made him sick to his stomach... but not enough to dismiss it outright. How could he, when the pleasure around his cock was turning torturous?

Cordelia's titjob had slowed down considerably, keeping him on the edge of pleasure. Desperately he sought out that orgasm, but it was not his to have. Just like on the Tangille Highlands, the fate of his release was under the kyuubi's control, and the only way he'd get it is if she granted it to him.

That shame was still there... but... that mortal desire was stronger.

“Cordelia...” Forte whispered... before clinching his teeth and closing his eyes, “Please... I...” Squeeze! “Oh!?”

Forte's eyes snapped open. Down around his dick, Cordelia squeezed her breasts, clamping them around his turgid cock. A sharp gasp left the Arch Knight, his hands tugging at his bonds as his hips instinctively thrusted upwards. The impact sent a soft quake through Cordelia's chest, followed by her trademark laugh of--

“Ufufufufufufufu~!”

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Again and again and again! The Lady of War bounced her breasts upon Forte's hips and cock, sending an endless wave of pleasure through his body. Gasping and groaning, the Arch Knight tried to stifle his voice, but he couldn't keep the sounds of pleasure from leaving his lips. Just a few more thrusts of his hips, a few more 'Plaps!' of her breasts, and after one final push down!

“NNGGHHH!”

SPURT!

Forte came.

Like in her mouth hours ago, Forte's cock erupted between Cordelia's tits. White-hot jizz shot up into the air... before falling back down to sprinkle upon her cleavage. The nine-tailed fox's breasts were painted white with lines of seed, which began to slowly ooze down the curvature of her breasts in sinful little lines.

“Aaaauuuuugghh...”

Forte melted upon the floor, a long, drawn-out groan leaving his lips as his eyes rolled slightly to the back of his skull. In that moment, he thought not of Ylldra, not of the war, not of Princess Meyl, not of Cordelia, not even of himself. All he thought about was the pleasure of his orgasm, and how it made him feel so... good.

That pleasure was short-lived however, before the crushing weight of shame befell him once again.

Forte growled, his eyes closing shut as he melted upon the floor. How could he do that? How could he beg for this? Did he have no shame? This woman slaughtered his allies, captured Eastern Gate, kidnapped Princess Meyl, and dealt a crushing blow to Ylldra, her people, and their morale. And even though this nine-tailed fox held him prisoner as well, he still begged for that release, and he still enjoyed it.

And Cordelia?

“My, my, my~” said the kyuubi, “And I was thinking your earlier orgasm was potent. Ufufufufu~”

Hesitantly, Forte opened his eyes, just in time to watch as Cordelia swiped some of his cum off of her busty tit. Seed oozed down her digit, and after gazing at it for a moment, she brought it to her lips... and licked it.

“Nmmm~ just as flavorful too~” the kitsune remarked as she flashed him a smirk, “Perhaps I should thank Ylld for her foolish oath of celibacy. It has given me a most exquisite meal! Ufufufufufufu~!”

“Haah... why are you doing this...?” asked Forte, making her ears twitch, “Just to torture me? Just get it over with and kill me already...”

“Now why would I do that?” asked Cordelia as she placed her fists on her hips and pushed out her chest, “Do you think me a sadist? I torture only to gain information. And even then, it is far easier to peel the information from someone's mind with my magic, than to use a whip or a blade. Not to mention the mindflayers I have under my control.”

“Then... gnggh! Wh-why am I here?” Forte asked, “You clearly gain some joy from making me break my oath to Ylld and my order. So if you are not torturing me, then what is the purpose of any of this? Why not just... put me out of my misery already?”

“Oh Forte. You poor, ignorant mortal.”

Slowly, Cordelia rose to her feet, standing before Forte with her hands gripping the seams of her robes. Smiling down upon him with her amber eyes aglow, the Lady of War pulled apart her robes, revealing her nude body beneath.

The curves of her hips. The dip of her waist. The heft of her bosom. The shapeliness of her legs. The triangle patch of pubic hair shaved above her womanhood. All were revealed to Forte, who shuddered against his trains once more, all while Cordelia flaunted her divine beauty before him.

“I do not have you in my tent to torture you. I do not have you in my tent to kill you. I have you in my tent to own you,” Cordelia claimed, “After our victories, my army always take claim over whatever pleases us, whether that be gold and diamonds... or something else.”

“Ngh...! S-something else...?” Forte repeated, steadily understanding what Cordelia was speaking about.

“Yes, 'something else',” said Cordelia as she sat down upon his waist, pinning him beneath her, “I called you a 'treasure' before, because that is what you are to me. Not a prisoner of war, not a political prisoner, not a person, and not even a mortal. But a treasure, something I can prop up in my estate and toy with, in any way I please. Nmmm~”

“Mmmph!?”

For what felt like the umpteenth time this evening, Cordelia's lips pressed to Forte's, taking him into yet another kiss. But this kiss was different from the rest. This kiss was slower paced, yet not lacking in strength. The way her tongue danced along his tongue, how she traded their tastes, how she moaned into it, all told the Arch Knight one thing.

I own you...

This wasn't a kiss to dominate him; that had already happened. He was weak and feeble, incapable of summoning the amazing powers he used in their fight. Here in her tent, he was nothing more than a mortal. No... she made it clear that he wasn't even that. He was her reward for her victory over Eastern Gate, and she was making him understand that.

Her slow yet powerful tongue slid along his tongue, trading moans as she pressed her busty chest against him. And – whether on instinct, primal need, or finally understanding just how doomed he was – Forte began kissing back. His tongue slid along her tongue, being far slower, yet a more willing participant than he had been before.

As they kissed and danced their tongues, Cordelia moved in hand down between them. It traveled down Forte's body, stopping when it came to his crotch. Even though he just came, it was already stiffening back to maximum. Was this one of Ylld's boons? An increased potency of stamina?

Ufufufu. One of the few things Cordelia would actually thank her for.

Softly now, the Lady of War ground her hips forward, riding and rubbing her sweltering pussy along Forte's cock. He grunted, feeling the heat from her moist mound as it slid along his stiffening cock. Further and further blood pumped through his loins, making his dick even harder and harder. And when it finally reached its zenith...

“Nmmm~?”

Their lewd liplock lasted for what felt like an eternity, before Cordelia finally pulled back with a lewd 'Pop~'. Amber eyes a glow and an alluring – if not possessive – smile on her face, the kitsune gazed down upon her captured prize, before bringing her gaze down towards his throbbing manhood. Bringing down her hand, she gently stroked her fingers along his pulsating shaft, before gripping him hard.

“Nggh!”

Forte grunted and his head leaned back, while Cordelia guided his penis to point up. Pushing down, the Lady of War pushed her moist slit against the head of his penis, drawing another groan from him, and causing his head to lean back.

“Cor...! Nggh! Delia...!” he moaned, to which the vixen chuckled.

“Finally understanding your place?” she replied as she continued to grind her pussy against his penis, while clinching and rubbing it with her hand, “Do you see what happens when you put your trust in worthless gods who see you as nothing more than a number to prop up their praise count? You open yourself up to consumption by demons. Abandon your worthless oath to Ylld, and accept your place as my treasure, Forte. If not, well...” leaning in, she planted a chaste kiss upon his lips, “It matters not to me in the end. You are mine, and I will indulge in you for as long as I see fit.”

Leaning back up, the gilded flames of her tint highlight her body, drawing Forte's attention to her and her alone. Back and forth she gyrated her hips softly, grinding her pussy against the head of his length. Each stroke drew a groan from the Arch Knight, whose arms flexed, causing his chains to rattle. She was taunting him still, indulging in the feeling of his penis, and how he grunted and moaned.

More and more. Harder and harder. And, oh, the face he made. How his expression twisted between stress, desire, shame, and lust; all at once. Just a bit more; she wanted to indulge in that expression juuuuuust a little bit more. And as he sat on the edge of ecstasy, she could see it in his eyes; the moment realization dawned on him. He needed to feel her pussy wrap around his length, and the only way he'd experience it is if he... well...

“Nggh... y-you want me to beg again, don't you?”

“Ufufufufufu~ you're already learning,” Cordelia commented, “I suppose you are slightly more intelligent than most of the mortals around you. So, go ahead...” one of her tails pointed forward, wiggling towards his face, “Beg for it~”

“Mmmph...!”

Forte closed his eyes. Rising within him was that shame once again, but it was nowhere near as strong now as it had been before. Perhaps Cordelia was right. Perhaps his base mortal instincts would always fall to a beautiful woman using her eroticism as a weapon. Perhaps she was right about Ylld, and how his goddess had seemingly abandoned him to this group of demons. Or maybe he was finally understanding his position now as nothing more than the Lady of War's plaything.

But these were all just justifications to himself. A way to excuse the terrible thing he was about to do. After all, it was just him and her in this tent, and no one else. If he were to beg for her, who would know but Cordelia and himself?

Who would know?

So...

“Nggh... Cordelia...” he whispered, “Please give it to me...”

“Ohohohohohoho! Good boy~”

Push!

“AUUUGHH!?”

An incredible heat. A tangling moistness. A possessive tightness. An unrelenting pleasure.

Cordelia's pussy was all of these things and more.

Forte's back arched off the ground as the Lady of War's cunt wrapped around his member. She gripped him tight, holding him in a grip that was just as restrictive and imprisoning as the chains around his wrists, if not more so. Incredibly hot as well, her pussy felt like sliding his dick into a soft, moist tunnel.

Laying there, the Arch Knight's mouth hung open as pleasure coursed through every inch of his body. He had forgotten how pleasurable a woman can be, and Cordelia was poised to remind him of it. And as she sank down upon him – inch by inch – all Forte could feel was pure divinity.

Pat.

“Augh!?”

And then it was over. Cordelia had sunk down completely upon Forte's length, sparing nothing to the tent around them. When he looked down with eyes wide and mouth agape, he saw that the Lady of War was sitting upon his waist, his cock having been buried in her snatch.

“Ohohohohohoho~! Look at you~” said the kyuubi, this grin spreading upon her lips, “You are completely enraptured. See what good your oath to Ylld has brought you? Ufufufufufufu~”

As she spoke, Cordelia raised her arms and hands, positioning them above her head. Her grin shifted into a more alluring smile again, while she pushed out her chest, flaunting her voluptuous beauty before his eyes. And in that moment, Forte's hands jerked forward... only for the rattle of the chain to snap him back to reality.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!”

Cordelia's laugh penetrated his head worse than any blade. She said nothing, but she didn't need to say anything. His desperate lunge for her and her breasts spoke more words than anything they could say. In that moment, she knew just how much he needed her, how much he wanted her. And in that moment, Forte himself realized how far he had fallen.

But there was no going back.

Sliiiiiiiideee... Pat! Sliiiiiiiiddeee... Pat! Sliiiiiiiddddeee... PAT!

“Nngghh! Haah! Ngghh!”

“Ufufufufufufu~”

With the same talented movements Cordelia showed on the Tangille Highlands, her hips moved with grace and precision. He felt her tight pussy twist and clinch upon his member, grinding against him in a manner that made his balls pulse, and his dick twitch. All the while the Lady of War kept her hands above her head, smiling down upon him as those lascivious sounds continued echoing into their ears.

He gazed upon her move, unable to touch her, and forced only to watch. Those breasts – those shapely, curvy, busty breasts – bounced before his gaze; just out of reach. So succulent, so soft, so big. He imagined how it would feel to just... squeeeezzzeee them. Experiencing her titfuck was like taunt; giving him a taste of something he couldn't obtain on his own. Occasionally, Forte's hands would instinctively jerk forward in an attempt to grasp her tits, an act that made his mistress laugh. But she didn't comment on it, instead continuing her talented hip movements.

Cordelia knew how to use her body, and she had no qualms putting to use her full weight with every downward thrust she performed of her hips. Pleasure raced up and through Forte's body, drawing a groan from his lips. Eyes closing shut, he relaxed against the floor, letting his mistress do whatever it is she pleased with him.

“See? Just give in~” Cordelia cooed as her spine arched and her pussy clinched around his dick, “Enjoy it, Forte.”

“Nnggh...!”

“You need not hold back, Forte~” the Lady of War cooed, her voice oozing into his ears like gilded honey.

Dropping her arms, she leaned in, placing her hand upon his chest. Her hips continued moving, continued fucking, but she spoke with the same casual ease one would when discussing the day. Her amber eyes aglow, she trapped Forte's gaze, making it impossible to gaze anywhere but at her, her swinging tits, or her erotic hip movements.

“See? Where is your goddess now?” whispered Cordelia, “Is she here to liberate you from this shameful torture? Do you see how little she cares for you, one of her chosen knights? So imagine how she feels for the common rabble that dot Ylldra. Ufufufufufufu~”

Her words were blasphemous! Sacrilegious! Disrespectful! And yet, Forte could not bring himself to argue against her. All that came out from his lips were his gasps and moans, while Cordelia's nose pushed up against his.

That smile. That devilish, sadistic, diabolical smile. Why was it so damn irresistible?

“You need not hold yourself back for me~” Cordelia whispered, “Let go of that oath you made, and let your loins flourish inside of me.”

“Ngh!?”

Was she... being serious? He wanted her to cum inside of her? The more sane aspects of his mind told him how utterly moronic it would be to do such a thing. Could he even imagine having a child with a demon? Was he aiming to disrespect himself, his people, and his order?

But that sane part of him... that sane part of him that told him how wrong it would be to bed his mortal enemy... was not the stronger part of his mind. There was another part of him. Another part that knew... it was utterly pointless. Whatever he did or didn't do, Cordelia would be victorious in the end. He could deny her, he could use all of his mental strength to not climax... and she'd make him climax anyway.

So why bother holding back? He had already lost; not just the battle for Eastern Gate, but also his own honor and respect. Begging for release, trying to grab her breasts; just a few ways he had failed his country, his people, and himself. Oh well. He might as well enjoy it.

At least... that's what he told himself.

“Cordelia...” he whispered, causing the nine-tailed vixen to come to a halt, “I...”

A thick silence hung between them as his words died in his throat. Was he really going to do this? Was he really about to go through with this? The weight of his responsibilities were crushing him; shame and disrespect acting like barriers to his body's base desires. His family name would never know relief if they knew what was occurring in this tent.

But – yet again – he justified it to himself. In his family's illustrious history, he would go down as a hero who fought valiantly to defeat the forces of Mordredus, but unfortunately perished and vanished upon his defeat at Eastern Gate. No one would know outside of this tent. No one would know outside of this tent. No one would know outside of this tent.

No one would know outside of this tent...

So...

“Please, Cordelia. I--” PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! “AAUUUGHH!?!?”

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO~~~!”

Cordelia's hips moved like a blacksmith's hammer; slamming and upon the tempered steel that was Forte's hips and cock. A wave was sent racing up throughout the kyuubi's body, making her breasts bounce, and even causing her orange hair to quiver despite their pins and needles. Mouth splitting open, a roaring cry of pleasure left Forte's mouth as his length pushed deep into the Lady of War's pussy; over and over again.

The heat of her cunt, the tangling juices, the gripping pressure; it all sent pleasure racing through his body. Pulling on his chains once more, Forte could feel his binds grind into his wrists, while his chest heaved up and his hips shot upwards.

His hits shot upwards...

“Hnm~?”

“Aah!?”

Whether purposeful, accidental, instinctive, or otherwise, it mattered not. In that moment, Forte wasn't just being fucked by Cordelia; Forte was fucking Cordelia back. And it felt gooooooooooood.

Eyes wide and a sliver of drool hanging from his lips, the Arch Knight pulled his hips back once more, and shot them with enough upward thrust to make Cordelia bounce. And 'bounce' she did; every aspect of her body bounced! Her breasts, her hair, her ass; it all flowed up with this erotic jump that made his cock twitch all the more. And he didn't stop there! He couldn't stop there! He just kept--

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“OHOHOHOHOHO~! YES! YES! FALL, YOU FILTHY MORTAL!”

“AAAUGH! NNGGH! AAAAHHH!”

Putting her arms back above her head and posing for Forte and Forte alone, Cordelia rode his hips and cock, she even spread her legs, letting him watch as his glistening length plunged into her pussy; again and again and again. Her downward thrusts met his upward thrusts, maximizing the pleasure for the both of them.

The ground beneath them quivered, the tent as a whole seeming to quake from the raucous fucking going on behind these black curtains. So desperately, Forte wanted to grab upon Cordelia, to grip her hips, her ass, her tits, her... anywhere! But that was not his to have. His place was here, attached to this pole, nothing more than an object of hers to marvel at, and a plaything to toy with.

“Ngghh! Cumming!” he groaned, “By the goddess, I'm gonna--” Grab! “Ah?”

“Not 'by the goddess',” said Cordelia as she gripped his chin, forcing Forte to look her in her glowing amber eyes, “Your goddess is no longer with you, remember that. I am your goddess now, Forte. Me~”

One by one, all nine of Cordelia's tails pointed out from her backside. They fanned out around the kyuubi's body, while the gilded glow of her candles grew brighter as well. Her amber eyes too glowed bright, while her entire body radiated. In a way, it was like the sun had descended down into this tent, and Forte was given a front row view of it. But, no, the sun had not descended; Cordelia was the sun. Her body glowed and flashed like light, drawing attention to the curves of her body, the vibrancy of her form, the glow in her eyes, and the alluring and radiant smile she wore on her lips.

He understood it now. He understood now why he could not best her. He understood now why his divine magic had no effect on her. Because Cordelia wasn't just a demon. Cordelia was a god.

And this goddess was his new mistress.

Forte no longer held himself back. Between Cordelia's hip movements, his own hip movements, the pleasure wrapped around his cock, and the sight of her voluptuous body bouncing, how could he even think about holding himself back? Perhaps beforehand, the Arch Knight could claim he had a modicum of honor still within him; a shred of respect and morality. But this moment? No. It was gone.

Arch Knight Lamant Forte had fallen.

“NNNGGHH!”

SPORT! SPURRT! SPLORT!

“Nnnmmmm~~~”

Cordelia's body came to a halt, her arms still raised up, her pose still erotic and strong; she just didn't move. Licking her lips, the kyuubi gazed upon Forte, watching his face twitch with pleasure as he filled the tent out with his roaring moan, and his audible climax. Even in her pussy, one could hear his cock erupt like a bomb, shooting his cum into his new goddess' divine body.

Creamy rope after creamy rope of seed shot into her pussy, being so thick and so copious that some cum spurted out from her split, where it oozed down his length to stain his waist and balls. Cordelia could feel his warmth as it surged within her womb, coating her walls. She even felt the slow drag of it oozing out of her. It painted this lewd and alluring smile on her lips, one that glowed as she gazed upon her captive prey. And Forte?

Thud...

“Ggh...”

Never has an orgasm left him so drained before. Then again, could he say he's ever had an orgasm as... weighty as this? Not that he knew of.

Cordelia meanwhile rose her hips off of Forte's cock, her cunt oozing with seed that dribbled upon his length in thick globules. Placing her fingers upon her slit in a 'v', she pulled apart her snatch, letting more cum ooze out of her, while her gilded eyes gazed up towards her prize's face. He looked back, body sweaty and hair sticking to his face. Panting for breath, he saw that her divine glow had faded, returning her to normal... save for the glow in her eyes.

Sitting back down upon his waist, Cordelia reached out for Forte, placing her hand upon his cheek. Teeth gritted and chest heaving as he took deep breaths, the former Arch Knight gazed up at the Lady of War, reading the devious smirk she painted upon her lips.

“See?” she whispered, “Isn't this far better than mindless bloodshed? Ufufufufu~”

“Cordelia...”

“Shhhh... save your energy,” she said whilst leaning in, her eyes closed and lips pursed, “The night is still young. We still have much more to go~”

Pushing her lips to his, she took him into another slow yet passionate kiss. But as their tongues slowly clicked against one another, Forte felt something pulse within him. He just came – he just thrusted his length into Cordelia like a man possessed! – and yet, he felt energy being returned to him. His length began to pulse and thrum with life, despite having just orgasmed before.

Longer. Thicker. Stiffer. It stretched up and up and up, before pointing upwards like a pillar of lust. Cordelia then pulled back, breaking off their kiss with an audible 'Pop!', while her gilded eyes gazed upon her captive prey.

“There~” she whispered whilst straightening up, “Your goddess is not yet satiated. So...”

Draping her fingers upon his sensitive length, she gave him a tight grip, drawing a grunt and groan from his lips. Forte melted slightly against the floor, unable to deny Cordelia, who pointed the tip of his cock towards her pussy once again. She then hovered there, grinning upon him, amber eyes glowing, and nine tails moving in to clutch him like a blanket.

He was hers. All hers~

Pat!

…

The Eastern Gate. Created two hundred years ago, it was a fortress made to fight off the invading Virkhals from the east. Even though it was two centuries old, the base was still a nigh impregnable bastion of defense. Not only was it a popular place to train cadets and knights who join the Holy Army of Ylldra, but even now – all these years later – it was staffed with experienced knights, ever ready to defend their nation from invading forces.

Well... it was all of these things. Now however... well...

Eastern Gate had been reduced to nothing more than a charred husk, its once valiant walls now blasted black, its powerful gates having been reduced to ash, and broken armor and weapons laid crushed at one's feet. In one night, a fortress thought to be impregnable had been all but destroyed. And dotting the lands immediately outside of the base, there were dozens of black tents, ones holding the banners of Mordredus which quivered through the wind.

It was morning. The sun had risen upon the mountainside, illuminating the destroyed Eastern Gate, and the tents that had claimed the lands as its own. And in the center of this makeshift base, there laid a tent far larger than the rest. Octagonal in shape, this tent was her tent, and she was emerging from within.

The curtains of the tent parted open, and a certain nine-tailed vixen emerged. Dressed in her robes that were black and red, she stood out in the morning sunlight, this smile on her face. With a flourish of her hand, she caused an elegant smoking pipe to appear from thin air. It was long, thin, black, and had golden markings etched upon its surface. Bringing the smoking pipe to her lips, she hovered her other hand towards the base of the pipe, where she called upon her magical fire to ignite the tobacco contained within. And now, with it pushed to her lips, she took a deep drag of her pipe, sucking upon it.

“Fuuuuuuuhh... haaaaaaahh...”

As a sweet smelling smog flowed from her nose, her ears twitched at the sound of footsteps behind her. Cordelia turned, a prideful smile adorning her lips as she was joined by an ally. It was that anubite warrior – Shatar – wearing white robes. And yet, he remained strong and defensive, his arms crossed as he brandished blades at his side.

“Lady of War,” said Shatar as he stood next to Cordelia.

“Good morning, Shatar,” she replied, this wide smile spreading on her lips, “How was your night?”

“Typical,” he replied curtly.

“Hm. And how was our... special guest?”

“The princess remained unharmed. I saw to it personally,” Shatar answered, to which Cordelia giggled.

“I am so happy to hear, Shatar. You are always so reliable!”

“And... what of the Arch Knight?”

“Oh? You mean Forte...?”

Bringing her pipe up to her lips, Cordelia took another long drag of it.

“Fuuuuuuuuuhhhh... haaaaaaaaah... Lamont Forte... hm... ufufufufu... will no longer be an issue for Mordredus.”

“Nm... it's a shame... I would have enjoyed crossing blades with him once before he lost his way,” Shatar remarked, making Cordelia giggle.

“Ufufufufu! If I let you have your way with him, he would have ended up dead,” Cordelia replied, “He was impressive... for a mortal. I'd say he was far better in the bedroom than he was on the battlefield.”

“If I may, Lady of War,” Shatar spoke, breaking the momentary silence.

“You may, Shatar.”

“You have set your sights on the Arch Knights. Why is that?”

“Hmm...”

With another drag of her pipe, Cordelia tensed up and gazed towards the horizon. Shatar shifted slightly, gazing at his general, who pulled over her free hand. At her fingertips, he watched as a small glowing orb of blue light appeared, one she danced through the air like candle light... before causing it to vanish before his eyes.

“Ylld's blessings... to these foolish mortals, it is more like a curse. Ufufufufu... and we demons... we dabble in curses, do we not?”

There was a brief flicker through Cordelia; her amber eyes shining with a light blue color. It only lasted a moment, but Shatar noticed it, though he made no comment.

“I must get my hands on the other Arch Knights,” said the kyuubi, “But until then... we make our morning rounds.

“As you command, Lady of War.”