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It was an early afternoon in the waning late-summer season. The cozy warmth and gentle breezes of the harvest moon was slowly fading, and soon enough the harsh weather of winter would be knocking on every door across the land. From its cloudy throne the evening sun sailed through the sky, well on its way to the gentle embrace of night but yet high enough to allow its shining rays to reflect off the white-gleaming walls of Castle Ohna. This radiant glare was strong enough that from the right angle and distance many spectators had to actually shield their eyes to avoid blinding themselves! Not a terrible quality to have for the walls of a heavily fortified castle, and it was one of the many contributing factors to the growing fame of Castle Ohna, both within the Alcyon Empire and without.
It was fortunate then that young Liv Erenfield was not within the blinding zone of the castle walls, allowing the dark-haired girl to stare admiringly at the awesome stonework as much as she wanted. She, alongside a throng of other young cadets, were gathered on the grassy plain right outside the impressive fortress, eagerly waiting for the entrance ceremony to finally commence. Liv had dreamed about becoming a Blossom Knight since the day a company of the beautiful, yet deadly female warriors had passed through her village. It had only been a brief passing, and Liv had managed to exchange but a few words with the graceful knights, but ever since that fateful meeting the young girl had wanted nothing else than to one day join the Order herself. The fact that she was now standing right outside the walls of their main chapter-house, with just a few formalities away from starting her enlistment and training, felt like living through a waking dream. She almost tried to pinch herself to see if she would wake up, but dared not just in case...
“ATTENTION CADETS!” a loud, throaty voice echoed through the gathered crowd. It sounded from a raised wooden dais near the front, where a small group of armored figures stood glancing sternly across the anxious young women. One of them, a surprisingly young woman with raven-black hair, short stature and dark-brown skin, stepped forward. “I am Instructor Viola Zarchi. I have been given the honorable task of turning all you clueless girls into hardened, graceful and valorous Knights of the Blossoming Lillies. I remember well my own time as a recruit, so I know all the fears, all the worries, that hide beneath the excited smiles on your faces. Do not make the mistake to believe I will therefore go easy on you; my expectations are high and my standards for what makes a good knight is even higher! Only those who dedicate themselves fully, both body AND mind, will have a chance to join our ranks and be given the noble privilege of defending our beloved realm!”
Liv listened with rapt attention. She had heard that the entrance ceremony had changed quite a bit in the recent years, especially since the great Blotoch-scandal. Rumors regarding this supposedly failed coup from within the Order itself varied greatly according to whom told the story, but everyone could agree that the Blossom Knights had emerged from the debacle stronger than ever. Of course, there were also other rumors circulating about the all-female chivalrous order...but many of them were far too vulgar for Liv to believe in...
Instructor Zarchi was in the middle of explaining how the new cadets were to find their lodgings and where they should report to for their first classes, when Liv suddenly caught sight of something out the corner of her eye. The other girls around her had so as well it would seem, for they all turned towards the nearby road and gasped in excitement, as a procession of armed riders came galloping towards the main gate of Castle Ohna. The shining sky-steel armor of the armed women were instantly recognizable; not just for the emblazoned sigils within the metal framework, but also from the rather “light-weight” design that left plenty of their toned, muscular, yet undeniably feminine bodies on full display. This was a company of fully-fledged Blossom Knights, and they had just returned from a successful mission by the looks of it.
“Oh heavens, look at them! They look so regal...so graceful!”
“I wonder where they've come from...maybe the Badlands, or perhaps the southern border?”
“Oh oh oh look! Look! At the vanguard...look whose leading them!”
“That's her, isn't it? The one from all the stories! You can tell from her fiery-red hair!”
Liv turned her gaze towards the front of the procession, and sure enough, there she was: Anna Liwain, the rising star of the Order and the most well-known Blossom Knight since Lilliana the Golden. Just like the rumors about the Blotoch-scandal, the many tales surrounding this beautiful and courageous young knight were both fanciful and inconsistent: some claimed she had defeated an orc warlord in single combat, others that she had led a revolt against the tyrannical rule of the old Knight-Commander. Some even claimed that she had been the driving force behind the Blotoch-scandal, whatever that meant. The only common thread in all the stories was her unflinching sense of justice, inspiring valor, and her prowess with a glaive. Well...and that she supposedly had a body like a goddess, with explosive, feminine curves that seemed born out of the most lecherous poets in the realm. This part Liv had always written off as typical wishful thinking from her many male admirers, but now that she got to actually see Anna Livain in the flesh Liv had to admit that the descriptions weren't that far off...
Please, Divine Mother, I beg of you: let me one day become a Blossom Knight worthy of fighting by her side! the young cadet prayed silently.
As if she was responding to Liv's fervent thoughts, Anna Liwain turned her head towards the crowd of gathered cadets. Though it was hard to see from afar, a gentle smile seemed to take form on her face, before she raised her hand in salute. Loud cheers and squeals of excitement sounded from the throng of young women, as more and more turned their attention towards the approaching company of knights. At first Instructor Zarchi seemed furious at the sudden interruption, but when she noticed the cause of the uproar she only shook head and let out a wry sigh.
“Welcome back Anna...” the dark-skinned woman chuckled, low enough that no one besides herself caught on. Her leniency wasn't without limit though, and soon enough she drew back the attention to herself with some sharp commands and a few nasty promises of prolonged latrine duty for those who couldn't keep their concentration in check. Liv certainly didn't want that for her first day in Castle Ohna, and after one last longing gaze towards Anna Liwain she fixed her attention squarely on Viola Zarchi and the entrance ceremony.
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“Ahhh, I really need a good dick...” the fabled hero Anna Liwain mumbled to herself as she and her company rode through the front gate of Castle Ohna. Her latest mission to clear out a clan of cunning lizardmen near the eastern trading routes had been way more taxing that she had imagined; not only had she and her knights spent WEEKS painstakingly combing every ravine, cave and stinking mudhole along the caravan path in search of their hideout, but when they finally found and subdued the slippery bastards they learned that these “lizardmen” were actually “lizardwomen”. All those days, all that careful scouting, and not so much as a single FAT MONSTER COCK to enjoy at the end of the mission! The morale of the company was, without surprise, in the absolute dumps, but while her fellow sisters had managed to find some fun slutting it up in the border-towns during their return journey, Anna herself hadn't been in the mood.
“At least we can finally look forward to a well-deserved break. Isn't that right ol' girl?” Anna said to Clarity, her tawny-maned warhorse and loyal steed ever since her cadet days. The old mare gave her rider a sidelong glance, its dark, piercing eyes radiating quiet indignation, most likely from being referred to as “ol' girl”. Anna, as oblivious as ever, didn't seem to notice, and simply patted Clarity affectionately on the flank.
The guards at the entrance gate lifted their halberds in salute when they saw Anna and her company ride through. She answered with a salute of her own, just as she had to that adorable group of cadets outside, but her smile was ever so slightly strained. To think, that only five years prior she and her friends had needed to use subterfuge and deception to pass that very same gate...the traces of Coan Blotoch's tyranny and the damage he had done to the Order was almost fully erased at this point, thankfully, but the memory of that fateful night would remain with Anna forever.
Their first stop inside the castle was obviously the stables. After almost a month out on the road Clarity and the other steeds needed a good place to rest, and luckily the ever-diligent stablehands had done an excellent job keeping their stalls in good condition. As always, Anna drew the stable-master off to the side and requested that Clarity be given some extra apples, and as always the grumpy old geezer mumbled something about “spoiling that stubborn mare rotten” as he trudged off to fetch them.
After that it was time for the company to part ways. Between the dozen or so knights there were plenty of hugs, shoulder-clapping and teasing remarks to go around, and if it hadn't been for the impatient look on Anna's face they could have likely carried on for the rest of the afternoon. Not that Anna didn't feel a bit sentimental herself—you don't spend several weeks digging through literal mud holes together without growing close to each other—but unlike the rest of the company she had to remain professional to the very end.
With the other knights gone it was finally time for Anna to retire to her private quarters. There was still a rapport to me made of course, but that could easily wait. First, she needed at least a few hours soaking in some warm water, and then it was time to relax while trying restore her poor hair from a month worth of dust storms and ghastly humidity. And if the kitchen just happened to have some extra pastries in stock, then it might be worth a small post-mission resupply run...
However, all those dreams of leisure came crumbling down when an officer of the guard decided to hail her in the street. “Excuse me, Lady Liwain,” the soldier spoke in a respectful tone. “The Knight-Commander asks for your presence in her office. As soon as possible.”
So much for some well-deserved rest...Anna mentally sighed.
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The Citadel of Castle Ohna had changed drastically since Coan Blotoch's expulsion. Most of the gilded ornamentation had been removed, and many of the rooms had been refurnished to better serve its intended purpose as the heart of the Order's military command. One such room was the old steward's private quarters, which now served as the personal office of the Knight-Commander. All the signs of its previous owner had been meticulously stripped away, including all the symbols and insignia of the Blotoch house. Except for just one: the giant boar skull that hung on the wall, which the old steward had used to cloak the hidden escape tunnel that lead directly outside to the lower districts of the castle. Anna wondered if it was still operable...as far as she knew it hadn't been used since that fateful night five years ago.
“Anna Liwain, reporting for duty!” she exclaimed in as she stepped into the room, her closed fist raised and pressed against her heart.
“At ease, Lady Liwain. I welcome you back from your long mission, and I hope you didn't encounter too many obstacles on your way,” Knight-Commander Birgit Vandris replied. The tall, imposing woman stood leaning over an intricately carved wooden desk, with various seals and stacks of vellum parchment littering its surface. Her hard-lined expression was as firm and stoic as always, but she allowed herself a brief smile when she looked up and saw Anna entering the room. “Forgive me for calling upon you like this. You deserve some time recuperating from the road, but I'm afraid urgent circumstances have forced my hand this time.”
“Think nothing of it, Knight-Commander. Duty calls, and I answer!” Anna replied with flourishing bow.
“Anna, you know you're not a cadet any longer, right? You don't have to come jumping immediately whenever she calls,” a deep, husky voice sounded from the corner of the room, where two women were sitting around another table with documents strewn across it. The one who'd spoken Anna knew all too well: Preceptor Shaylin, a dark-haired middle-aged woman with a muscular build that could rival the Knight-Commander herself, and one of the most respected Blossom Knights within the Order. Her lips were curled into a teasing smirk, and her hand held a half-finished glass of brandy. “Let me tell you, if I had been summoned like this, with road dust still caught between the crack of my arse, I would at the very least have included a few inventive curses in my greeting. How about you give it a try? I can even give you a few suggestions, if you can't think of any on the spot!”
Birgit let out deep sigh. “I hope you know how eternally grateful I am that most of our sisters have enough knightly pride to not emulate your horrible manners, Shaylin. No amount of successful missions would be able to salvage our reputation should that come to pass.” She raised her hand in resignation towards the senior knight. “You both know each other well enough that no introductions are needed Anna, but protocol dictates that I officially acknowledge the presence of Preceptor Shaylin at this meeting.”
“Always a pleasure, Preceptor Shaylin,” Anna spoke with a polite nod. This wasn't a lie or a polite turn of phrase; it really was a pleasure talking to the somewhat bawdy Preceptor, even if her scandalous way of speaking was sometimes hard to keep up with.
Birgit shifted her raised hand towards the other woman at the table. “Let me also introduce to you Preceptor Ymriss, since I do believe this is your first meeting. Preceptor Ymriss is the head of our chapter-house in the Capital, so she only rarely finds time to visit Castle Ohna.”
“I'm honored to finally make your acquaintance, Anna Liwain,” the woman spoke with a ceremonial bow. She was easily the oldest member of the Order Anna had ever met, as evident by her pale gray hair and the set of wrinkles that lined her piercing blue eyes. She was shorter and far less physically imposing than her fellow Preceptor, but the quiet dignity in her gaze made it clear that age hadn't yet dulled her senses. “I have heard much about you, and I'm eager to see how much truth these tales reflect.”
Anna lowered her head and raised her fist to her heart once again. “The honor is all mine, Preceptor Ymriss. I can't speak for the hearsay that surrounds my name, but I assure you that I always strive to live up to the duties and expectations that follows my knightly vow.”
Shaylin let out boisterous chuckle. “She's such a good girl, isn't she? I tip my axes to you Birgit; you really managed to train this kitten well!”
It took everything Anna had to prevent a blush from taking form on her cheeks. “With all due respect, Preceptor Shaylin, I hope I don't need to remind you that this 'kitten' has some sharp claws as well. And while chivalrous decorum would never permit me to raise my hand against a superior officer...we both know I'm not above ignoring the rules when principles demand it. Especially if I have to teach an old cougar not to mess with a lioness!” A smug grin took form on Anna's face as she spoke, and she ended her little rebuttal with a cheeky wink.
The older woman almost choked on her brandy, before she let out a another boisterous chuckle. “Haha, well said girl, well said! You really aren't a cadet any longer, huh. Though it sounds like I'll definitely need to drag you into the sparring ring sooner rather than later!”
“Some other time, ladies. Let's first address the issue at hand,” Birgit firmly interjected. She glanced around the office and her guests with a grave expression. “A few days ago we received word from the Capital. His Imperial Highness, Emperor Angrim Vorduna, summons the leaders of the Order of Blossoming Lillies to the Alabaster Palace to answer before an official imperial inquiry. No further explanation was given, and the couriers themselves were extremely tight-lipped.”
An imperial inquiry? Why would the Emperor invoke such power against a sanctioned knightly order, let alone one as prominent and beloved as ours? Anna silently thought.
“How dare he call on us like we're a gang of disobedient kids! Angrim is over-stepping himself this time!” Shaylin exclaimed with a furious puff.
Birgit clenched her hands against the desk. “Agreed. This is utterly unprecedented. There are no official laws that exempts knightly orders from imperial edicts, but he should be well aware of the political tremors such a brazen move will send through the realm. I don't know what His Imperial Highness could possibly have in mind, but my gut is telling me it can't be anything good.”
“I can also reveal that our communication with the Imperial Court and the royal family has been oddly taciturn over the past month,” Preceptor Ymriss added. “Of course, our Order has never been particularly central to the schemes and intrigue that goes on in the Capital, but lately the distance seems to have widened. Almost intentionally, I daresay...”
“What about Eloise? Surely she would have warned if there was anything foul afoot?” Anna asked.
Ymriss shook her head. “I'm afraid I haven't talked with the princess for over two weeks now. Her royal duties has apparently prevented her from reporting to the chapter-house.”
“What a load of dung!” Shaylin scoffed. “That girl is, what, twelfth in line for the throne? Her so-called royal duties shouldn't involve more than the occasional dinner party or gala!”
A heavy silence fell over the office. Anna wanted to defend Eloise from the implied accusation in Shaylin's words, but she just couldn't summon the words. No matter how you looked at it, there was something oddly suspicious going on...
“Regardless of our misgivings...” Birgit spoke up, “...we cannot refuse these summons. It would break our oath of service, and the Order would surely become unsanctioned. And so, tomorrow at dawn myself, Shaylin, Ymriss and a detachment of honor-guards will depart for the Capital.” She then turned her gaze on Anna. “I would like you to join us as well, Anna Liwain. Unofficially. I don't know what to expect from this imperial inquiry, but my gut is telling me we'll need a reliable sister on our sideline.”
“Of course, Knight-Commander. I wouldn't dream of refusing this,” Anna replied. The prospect of facing roving monsters or a clan of brigands wouldn't have daunted the young Blossom Knight, but shadowy dealings and courtly scheming? Those weren't enemies you could simply strike down with a glaive. And lest one forget, the last time Castle Ohna had been the target of political intrigue it had very nearly spelled the end of the Order...
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With the somber conclusion to the meeting in the back her mind, Anna decided to take a trip down to the training yard near the western wall. As she approached the sand-strewn fighting pits, their sides lined with both training dummies and weapon racks, she felt a sudden pang of nostalgia. Her time as a cadet had been much more perilous than most, but even with all the danger and excitement the majority of her days had been spent sweating her butt off under Birgit's pitiless eyes. Back then it had often felt repetitious, even outright dull at times, but now years later Anna truly appreciated all the muscle memory these drills had carved into her; she didn't have to think when dropping into a defensive feint, her body just moved on its own. Even the more...unconventional...exercises had really born fruit, despite how much her past self had hated it.
Several clusters of young cadets, many of them having just recently entered the realm of womanhood, were still spread around the yard exercising and drilling weapon techniques. Judging by their haggard expressions they had already been at it for hours; the new instructor was clearly no less harsh than her predecessor.
Speaking of which... she thought to herself with a smile, as she spotted a familiar figure overseeing the young recruits.
“Don't work them too hard now Viola. Remember all those muscle cramps you suffered through back when we started?” Anna exclaimed with a wry grin.
Viola's stern instructor facade dissipated in an instant, when she turned to greet her old roommate with a wide smile of her own.
“Hell yes I remember those cramps. Why else do you think we're starting out with the full-body training regiment? If I had to suffer like that then these little shits should as well!” Viola laughed, before she and Anna embraced each other in a deep hug.
“You know, I wasn't surprised really when I heard you had taken over Birgit's old duties,” Anna said. “You've always been good at ordering people around. But I am shocked you haven't been disciplined yet about your foul language. Shaylin only gets away with it because she's a preceptor.”
The dark-skinned woman rolled her eyes. “Please, girl. You know I'm perfectly capable of sophisticated eloquence when it suits me. But we're fully-fledged knights now, and I'll be damned if I can't freely speak my mind around my friends. You should try it sometime Anna; I bet you would be more popular if you did.”
“Excuse you! I'm very popular, I'll have you know! Didn't you see all those adoring stares when I rode by your entrance ceremony earlier today?” Anna replied with mock outrage.
“Brag all you want girl, but respect and admiration will only get you so far. It works wonders on the greenhorns and all the rabble, sure, but if you want to get along with our sisters you need to let your hair down once in a while. And I don't wanna hear any hogwash about you not knowing how! You might remember my muscle cramps, but I remember our cadet days just as well. Especially that party that was held after we kicked Blotoch's ass...you certainly weren't acting reserved back then!”
A reluctant blush crept up on Anna's cheeks. “Fine, fine, you win! I promise I'll endeavor to be less of a stick in the mud. At least when I'm off duty.”
“Excellent! Just because you're the new burgeoning hero of the Order doesn't mean you shouldn't have a bit of fun. And speaking of fun...” Viola spoke in a hushed voice while glancing around conspiratorially. “Me and some of the girls are gonna visit the barracks near the southern ramparts tonight. A new squad of guardsmen just arrived a few days ago, and as proud Blossom Knights we really ought to show these boys the ropes. One might even argue it's our duty! Don't you think so too Anna?” Viola's tongue slipped out and started gliding suggestively across her lips, while a wicked glimmer lit up her eyes. “Just imagine it: all those young, inexperienced studs, desperately in need of some tender guidance. I bet we could spend aaaallll night drilling them...or if we're lucky, get drilled ourselves! Oh god, I'm getting weak in the knees already! Anna, you have to come along too!”
Anna shot her friend an exasperated glare, but she couldn't deny the appeal in her words. Especially not after a dry spell almost a month long...
“Alright, alright, if you insist you walking obscenity! I suppose it has been a while since we've had some girl-fun together,” she replied with a sigh of resignation. “But I can't be out all night long. I have another journey ahead of me tomorrow.”
Although she wasn't supposed to Anna briefly recounted her new mission to Viola. She had long since learned the folly of concealing her burdens and worries from those closest to her, and although Viola could be frivolous at times there were few she trusted more than her old roommate. And while she did leave out most of the sensitive details out of respect for Birgit, she made no attempt to hide her imminent trip to the Capital and the ominous imperial summons.
“You spend far too much time on the road, Anna. I suppose one of the upsides of being an instructor is that most of the time I get to stay within the comfy confines of the castle,” Viola said after listening to Anna's explanation, an obvious hint of disappointment in her voice. “I was looking forward to finally spending some time with my old partner-in-crime. I had even planned to parade you around in front of the newbies and try the whole 'you too can become a hero!' trick on them!”
Anna responded with a faint smile. “I've missed you too Viola. Hopefully we can get up to some mischief together soon. You, me, and Hilda: just like old times! Where is that big softie by the way? I swung by the stables and the lecture building earlier, but there wasn't any sign of her.”
Viola's expression tightened. “Oh. I thought you had already been informed...” she sighed. “Hilda is...she is currently missing. She and Professor Estelle were supposed to return four days ago from their research expedition to the Grimcrag Ravine, but we've received no news about either of them. Hopefully they've just been delayed by bad weather...but I can't help fret, you know? Estelle isn't one to dally on her journeys, no matter how engrossed she gets. And even if she did, Hilda would have dragged her home...” She shook her head and let her grin from earlier return. “But then again, what could possibly have happened to those two? They've gotten out of tighter spots before. I'm sure they'll be back any day now. And if not, then I'll organize a search party myself.”
“And I'll be the first to join it!” Anna exclaimed. “But I'm sure you're right. I can't even imagine any kind of beast cunning enough to take down the Order's two foremost monster experts. I suppose we'll just have to save our reunion for when Hilda returns!” She kept her voice light, to not add unto the worries Viola was already harboring. But in truth she herself felt a pang of dread in her chest...
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Hours later, well after dusk had settled over the stark walls of Castle Ohna, Anna walked up to the fortified guard barracks. This late in the evening most decent folk would already be asleep, but unfortunately (or fortunately, some might say) there were precious few of those around these days. Anna had arrived separately from Viola, but she needed no explanation on how these events worked. A few knocks on the door of the side entrance prompted a hushed voice to ask for the password, likely belonging to the unlucky bastard who'd been saddled with sentry tonight.
“I wasn't there when the cypher was passed around, but I'm sure you can make an exception, right?” Anna answered through the wooden door. Her commandeering tone, lack of hesitation, and more importantly, the unmistakable femininity was all she really needed; a swift “Yes ma'am!” sounded from the guardsman before he unlocked the door. Anna casually walked through, sparring a brief glance at the young man who'd opened the door. He was obviously one of the newcomers since his clean-shaven face was unfamiliar to her, and judging from the dejected glimmer in his eyes he'd hoped to participate in the party tonight rather than serve as the doorman.
“Cheer up boy. There's always next time...” she said with a playful little smile. Anna raised her hand to blow him a quick kiss, and to her great delight the young man grew so abashed that he had to look away.
Mmmhmm, Viola was right. I've missed this feeling! she chuckled to herself as she strode into the mess hall, where the sound of spirited conversation, laughter, and other much more explicit noises could be heard. First thing she saw was Viola sitting on top of a table, with a half-circle of bare-naked young men standing before her. She had changed out of her skimpy uniform to a just-as-skimpy red satin gown, one with a wide slit that exposed plenty of her long, graceful legs.
“Oh, there's she is! The guest of honor! Come say hi, Anna!” Viola giggled when she saw her enter. There was a slight slur to her voice, which wasn't that surprising judging from the empty wine bottles that littered the floor. “I didn't wanna start without you, but I'm afraid our sisters were far too impatient!” She gestured off to the side, where several members of their proud Order could be seen slutting it up like a cheap whores. Not every face was familiar to Anna, at least not enough to put a name to them, but she did spot Mirin on her knees, surrounded by a veritable buffet of throbbing erections. The petite woman, considered by many as one of the best horse riders among the Blossom Knights, was greedily stuffing her cheeks with cock like it was her favorite food. Not too far from her, Lady Alonne sat on a bench, her legs wrapped around the head of a struggling guardsman. Anna had fought side by side with the soft-spoken knightess on the battlefield more often that she could count, and here she was pressing the head of a young recruit into her wet snatch without any hint of shame. Similar scenes of debauchery could be seen all around the spacious common room, enough so to fill the air with both the sound and smell of fierce rutting.
There had once been a time were a sight like this would have shocked Anna to her core, but now it sent shivers of excitement running down her spine. “Oh, I'm not offended. There will be plenty of time to catch up after they've drained their poor victims dry,” she replied with a wry grin. She sauntered over to Viola, making sure to sway her hips with every step and letting her tongue glide suggestively across her lips. The change in posture and demeanor was practically instinctive, no different than assuming a certain fencing stance or combat formation. Her efforts quickly bore fruit, as she drew the eyes of most of the men gathered in front of Viola, while she herself checked out the wide selection of fat, meaty dicks on display. “Seems like you've found some good playthings yourself...”
“Mmmhmmm, indeed I have...” Viola purred seductively. “These boys have been sooooo nice and patient. I promised them all a good reward for holding back, and now that you're here we can finally begin!” She twiddled her fingers suggestively at the young men, and with ravenous expressions they all stepped close to the petite, dark-skinned woman. A sultry coo escaped her full lips, as Viola raised her legs and started stroking their dicks with her small, dainty feet. “That's it, get those beautiful cocks nice and hard for me boys. I wanna see if you can handle a bit of teasing! Mmmhhm, try not to spill your seed to soon! Those of you who can last get to have their way with my soft...wet...and tight little holes!”
This challenge would prove to be quite daunting for the eager new recruits, despite the enticing reward. Several of the young man were already teetering on the brink with just a few strokes of Viola's soft feet, and it only got worse when the strap of her gown slipped down to reveal her pretty breasts. Anna couldn't help bite her lip at the sight; she knew with a fair amount of certainty that she was only into men, but Viola's sensual and lithe body sometimes made her doubt.
“Don't think I've forgotten about you, Anna! Your playmates are waiting for you over there!” Viola said with a sly wink. She raised a hand and pointed towards the nearby bar desk, where two angry looking men stood with their hands tied to a wooden beam. “Those two boys weren't too interested in playing nice. Too eager and too rough, so now they're in timeout while their friends gets to have fun without them. Oh, but luckily for them there's a certain girl I know who just can't resist those dastardly types. What do you say, Anna? Do you think you could try to teach those brutes some manners?”
Anna knew her answer from the throbbing sensation between her thighs. “You know I'd never back down from a challenge like that...” she replied with an almost predatory grin. With a slow, sensual stride she stepped towards the two tied-up men, leaving Viola to focus her full lascivious attention on her numerous worshipers. As her prey noticed her approach they glanced at her with a mixture of annoyance and anticipation, but not before drinking in the sight of her alluring figure. Unlike her former roommate Anna had chosen to wear her Blossom Knight uniform tonight, minus some of the protective padding. While not as classy as Viola's getup, the skimpy sky-metal armor plates did a terrific job at highlighting her curvaceous body. Especially her huge, creamy-pale tits, which could barely be contained by the open cups of her breastplate.
“Finally gon' let us go, eh? 'bout damn time!” one of the tied-up guardsmen barked at her. His blonde hair was messy and unkempt, and spoke with some provincial accent Anna had never heard before.
“I swear, I didn't mean to go so deep immediately! The excitement simply got to me, that's all!” the other guy exclaimed. This one barely had any hair on his head, but instead sported a pair of bushy mutton chops. “Please give us another chance! We gave up a week's worth of wine rations to attend tonight!”
“Hmmm, now why would I set you free? I'm not sure you've properly repented for your actions...” Anna chuckled. She moved in close enough to let her hands glide teasingly down their broad torsos, before stopping just a few inches above the crotch.
“Gaaahh, I've already apologized, bitch! Stop being such a bloody tease already!” the bearded man grunted, with little trace of his earlier remorse.
“Don't bother talking to this red-headed slut! I reckon she's too scared to play with a real man!” the blonde guy angrily said. “Let me tell ya, ya big-tittied little whore, if I ain't had my hands tied you would be choking on my cock!”
Their words were so coarse, so vulgar, so utterly lacking of respect. These two were either too horny to realize that they were talking to a full Blossom Knight, or arrogant enough to think that it didn't matter. Either way, they were obviously utter low-lives that only saw her as a walking set of holes...which, of course, made Anna's pussy wetter than the Reyan river!
“Oh really? Something like this, maybe?” she purred seductively, before dropping down into a lewd squat. Her expert hands quickly opened their breeches and fished out a pair of fat, sweaty pricks that immediately grew hard in her soft hands. Anna then hungrily engulfed the bearded one's thick cock with her mouth, barely giving either of them any time to be surprised.
“Hell yes, this is what I'm talking about!” he happily moaned. “You should have just done that immediately, you cock-hungry bitch! God, your mouth was just made to suck dick! Never had a pair of lips better than this!”
Spurred on by his demeaning words Anna swallowed his cock deeper, all the while keeping her tongue coiled tenderly around his shaft.
“C'mon, my turn slut! I wanna feel my cock slidin' down ya whore-throat!” the other man cried out. Anna didn't obey him immediately: at first she just glanced up at him, a teasing glimmer in her emerald-green eyes as she stuffed her mouth full of his friend's dick. She did that for a few dozen heartbeats, before she finally showed mercy and switched over to him. “Heaven's above, that is one fine mouth-pussy! Bet you've had plenty of practice, haven't you slut?” he moaned blissfully.
For a while Anna went back and forth between the two throbbing members, using every inch of her wet oral cavity to stroke their sweaty shafts. Emboldened by her apparent submissiveness the two low-lives kept up their degrading remarks, especially when they were waiting for their turn. “Slut”, “whore”, “walking sex-toy”; there was no end to the barrage of vile slurs she had to suffer. But then again...that was precisely what she was acting like: a depraved, cock-hungry slut that cared less about her pride as a knight and more about getting her tight holes filled!
Oh god, the thought alone is almost enough to make me cum! she screamed internally.
With her partners' hands tied to the wooden beam Anna had full control of her lewd service. And while she eagerly sucked, slurped and throated their fat cocks without hesitation, she did it a measured pace that wouldn't result in a climax anytime soon. The two recruits weren't really bright enough to realize her game themselves, but soon enough the pent-up frustration became all too noticeable, as they strained against their bindings and tried in vain to accelerate their climax. That was the exact point Anna pulled her mouth her back with a loud, audible POP and flashed the two recruits a mischievous grin. Both of them were ready to start yelling for her to get back to sucking, but halted when they watched with widening eyes as she undid the straps of her armor and let it drop on the floor. With her nude, voluptuous body totally bare, and a noticeable string of lewd juices dripping down her thighs, Anna rose up and started undoing the rope around their hands.
“I want you balls-deep in my pussy,” she spoke in a slow, seductive purr to the blonde one. She then turned to his friend and continued: “...while you pound my slutty throat! And boys: make sure not to hold back!”
A swift tug on the knotted rope, and the bindings fell apart. Or, more accurately, was flung apart, as the two young men lunged unto Anna like two starving wolves on a wounded deer. She could have fairly easily subdued the two inexperienced guardsmen, but the thrill of being savaged like a defenseless village maiden was too exciting to pass up! Before long Anna found herself lying on her side, one leg raised shameless in the air and a thick cock buried to the hilt in her sopping wet slit, while her head was caught in a vice-like grip and brutally impaled upon the other. There was not a shred of gentleness in their frantic thrusting, and each used their free hand to ravenously grope her curvy figure. The wet squelches of her tight little cunt stretching around its merciless invader filled the air, joined by the lewd gagging coming from her cock-stuffed gullet.
“Is this what you wanted, slut? Choking on it yourself wasn't enough for you? You wanted me to facefuck you like a worthless cock-sleeve!” the guy thrusting into her mouth growled. The fingers of his left hand was wrapped tightly around her beautiful red hair, which he used as a handlebar to force her head further down his shaft. His other hand alternated between slapping and pinching her over-sized titties. Anna wasn't really in any condition to answer, but the way her eyes rolled back in her skull and her nipples hardened like rocks was a clear indication of the pleasure her mind was drowning in. Especially when he pushed her face so far down that her nose made contact with his pelvis; that wonderful sensation of fulfillment as her tight, wet throat bulged obscenely around a cock was a treat she hadn't awarded her self for far too long!
His friend, meanwhile, was locked in a grave struggle against the wet, constricting grip of Anna's pussy. Not only was she tight and firm like an unspoiled maiden, but her pink folds coiled around his girthy shaft like they had a mind of their own! Too late did the poor sod realize that Anna's sexual prowess was as developed as her martial prowess...possibly even more so, in fact. For all his cock-sure boasting and aggressive chauvinism, he really stood no chance against a pussy as high-class and cum-thirsty as Anna Liwain's, and with every thrust he made he found himself gradually losing control. Retreat wasn't an option; not only because his frail masculine ego would never survive such a defeat, but also because the feeling of her slutty cunt tenderly milking his shaft was just impossible to resist! He tried to even the scales by delivering a series of rough smacks to her jiggling ass-cheeks, but every stinging blow to her meaty backside only made her purr in pleasure and tighten her insides even further.
“C-C-Cumming!” the two guardsmen cried out, half in ecstasy and half in defeat, as they simultaneously emptied their balls inside Anna's voluptuous body after only a few minutes of rough thrusting. And while their technique hadn't been very impressive, the sheer volume of salty, manly cum they pumped into her made Anna climax as well. Yes yes yes! A throat-pie and a creampie at the same time! How could I have foregone this sensation for so long! My slutty body just can't get enough! I need more! her thoughts echoed through her lust-addled mind.
Thinking her momentarily immobilized the her two partners tried to scurry away, but when they began to withdraw their members from her eager holes she used her arms and legs to lock them in place. Anna's throat undulated hungrily until its victim spilled every single drop directly down her stomach, while her tight little cunt milked its cock to the point of pain. Only when her craving for masculine seed was finally sated did she release her grip, at which point the two supposed studs reeled back and fell on their asses. Their domineering looks had changed to one of slight panic, and it only grew when Anna let out a loud, pleasure-filled moan.
“Mhhhmmmm...thank you for the delicious appetizer! I think I'm ready for the main-course now!” the red-haired seductress giggled. “Do try to keep those yummy cocks hard for me boys! You don't want to disappoint this slutty...nasty...cum-thirsty whore! Especially not after all those brave words of yours...” She licked herself around her plump, semen-covered lips, while gazing hungrily at the two men. “But don't worry; considering this is your first night I'll be merciful. I think...3 more loads should suffice! In both my throat and my pussy, of course. And if any of you two are manly enough to stay conscious I'll let you ravage my asshole as well! But first, let's change position...”
Showing little sign of fatigue Anna turned herself around on the floor, until she lay on her back with her two still-horny holes presented. The men exchanged one last nervous look with each other, before they dutifully obeyed and spit-roasted her on their still-erect members. One certainly couldn't fault them for their courage, though in this case it would prove to be a foolhardy decision.
......
About an hour or so later, Anna rose up from a pile of motionless limbs. Her two unfortunate partners were still alive, if barely, though it would probably be a while before either of them so much as fantasized about a woman again. Anna on the other hand felt nicely refreshed, and even if those two recruits hadn't performed quite as well as she'd hoped she still ended up cumming a least a handful of times. Her stomach felt slightly bloated, her mouth was coated in the musky taste of semen, and her pussy ached oh so pleasantly from all the repeated pounding she had received: this was how the aftermath of good sex was supposed to feel like! Especially for a Blossom Knight!
With the worst of her itch taken care off Anna decided to limp over towards Viola's table. Last she had laid eyes on her friend she'd been busy teasing her admirers with her feet, but judging from the sounds coming from that direction things had clearly progressed since then. When Anna approached the table she saw a young man lying on his back, a look of worshipful bliss on his face as Viola bounced her slender, sensual body on his dick while jerking off two others with her hands. Several other guardsmen were crowded around her, jutting out their throbbing cocks in the hope that Viola's lascivious attention would fall on them.
I understand the appeal of being surrounded by so many hard cocks, Anna silently mused to herself. ...but if they're just passively waiting for you then what's the point? A good cock is one that's trying to overpower you, trying to force your slutty body into submission and letting your female instincts take over!
Viola seemed to be of another mind, apparent from how much fun she was clearly having teasing and playing with with her partners. Anna wasn't going to judge her friend though, especially not after she'd gone out of her way to facilitate some fun for Anna that fit her taste. So she simply observed her former roommate with a wry smile, amused by the look of frantic lust in the eyes of the men surrounding her.
“Suuuuuuuuch good boys tonight. You just can't resist me, can you boys? Tell me how much you want me; tell me how I compare to the girls you've been with before me!” the dark-skinned woman moaned.
“I would give anything to be fucking you right now Lady Viola!”
“Lady Viola! You're so beautiful! So sexy!”
“My fiancee back home is nothing compared to you! Gaaaaah, I wish I could marry you instead! Lady Violaaaa!”
Their pitiful cries made Viola move her slender body even faster, and from the wet sounds coming from her cock-stuffed pussy she seemed to be on the brink of climax. “Aww, you boys know just what to say to a lady! But, don't worry, you'll all get your chance! Your generous Lady Viola isn't so cruel that she would deny an earnest boy his chance to taste my divine body!” she purred like a satisfied cat.
She was about to say something else, when her attention was caught by a small group of guardsmen standing in the corner with their arms crossed. These men had been standing there for a while now, not joining in on any of the debauchery happening around the mess hall. “Heeeeey boys. Why the long faces? Feeling a bit shy? You should come join us; I'll never turn away a couple of handsome boys like you...”
One of the men shot Viola a contemptuous glare. “Shut your mouth, you unclean harlot. If we had known what this so-called initiation night entailed we would have never shown up! To think that the rumors were true; the Order of Blossoming Lillies really is infested by wanton sin!”
His harsh words immediately drew Anna's attention as well. She didn't want to brag, but at this point she had a very keen understanding of the masculine mind when it came to insults and degrading words. It certainly wasn't the first time she'd heard “unclean harlot”, but there was something different in his tone of voice when he spoke. Something cold and hateful...different from the cocky bravado she was used to. If Anna had been armed she would have reached for her glaive...
Viola halted her slutty dick-riding. Her sultry expression twisted into a look of stern fury, her eyes piercing the antagonistic group like spears. A trick she had clearly learned from Birgit. “You will take those words back. My sisters and I are here to share a bit of fun with you all tonight, but make absolutely no mistake: we are Blossom Knights. This castle is our domain, and you will show us proper respect within these walls.” She spoke slowly and measured, each chilling word standing in far contrast to the lustful moans that had sounded from her lips only moments before. “I will be lenient and not report your gross disrespect to your captain, because I have no wish to ruin the night of your comrades. I won't even go over there and discipline your sorry hides myself. But only if you get out of my sight. Right. This. Moment!”
The group paled a bit, but retained their contemptuous expressions. The man who spoke earlier parted his frowning lips and answered: “We don't answer to unclean whores! As proud followers of the Divine Mother and the Temple of Purity, we know that worldly allegiances are dust before our holy, virtuous duties! Your not-so-honorable titles does little to impress our--”
His speech was cut off when another guardsmen stomped over to their corner and sucker-punched him right into the floor. The other grim-faced men snarled and were about to come to their friends aid, but dropped their arms when scores of other guardsmen closed in around them.
“Please forgive their outburst, Lady Zarchi!” the guy who'd delivered the punch exclaimed as he turned towards Viola. “We should have made this group of thick-skulled fanatics stay in their rooms! Please, allow my friends and I to demonstrate our respect and allegiance to the Order, by kicking these sorry bastards to the curb!”
Viola raised her brow and smiled. “I commend your loyalty, young man. My mood was about to sour, but luckily you nipped this particular problem in the bud before words were said that could not be taken back. Please, escort them out of here as you yourself suggested, and be sure to explain to your 'thick-skulled' comrades that next time I hear nonsense like that again I'll have them publicly disciplined.”
“Yes ma'am!” the diligent guardsmen saluted, before he crouched down to lift up his unconscious comrade. The other grim-faced men glared angrily at everyone else, but made no complaint as the other guardsmen started roughly shoving them towards the exit.
“Oh, and boys...” Viola called out, her voice once again soft and sultry. “Do make sure to return quickly. I've just realized that my poor, drooling mouth is woefully empty...”
That certainly added a bit of spice to their step. Anna had been observing the exchange in silence, a wide smile on her face after hearing Viola's stern speech. For all her vanities and eccentricities, Anna was immensely proud to call Viola her sister-knight, and she knew she would do a wonderful job as instructor for the new generation of cadets. Still, her brow furrowed slightly as she thought back on what that belligerent guardsman had said. Ever since the Blotoch-scandal the guards of Castle Ohna had been fiercely loyal to the Order, with very few instances of desertion or insubordination, which only made this strange episode all the more perplexing.
Who was this “Divine Mother” he spoke about? Or this “Temple of Purity”? Is it worth mentioning to Birgit and the other preceptors...? Anna pondered silently. Her thoughts were interrupted however, when Viola's giggling voice called out: “Annaaaaaaa! I need your assistance! Too many yummy cocks; not enough tight holes!”
The red-haired Blossom Knight smiled and pushed the worrying thoughts to the back of her mind, before she walked over and joined her friend....
......
Far away from the fortified walls of Castle Ohna, up in the mountainous countryside near the northern borders of the Alcyon Empire, a deep silence settled over the cold, stark hallways of an ancient temple. Rows of white-robed figures walked quietly down the dark corridors, illuminated only by the sparse light of a few red wax candles. The robed and veiled initiates moved with silent steps at an agonizingly slow pace, as if the very act of making a sound was a grave sin. One by one the white-clad figures stopped in front of one of the many wooden doors that lined the long, cold hallways, until eventually the procession came to an end with each silent participant standing with bowed heads in front of their respective chambers. The silence only deepened as the figures waited breathlessly, each hooded initiate keeping their reverent gazes on the dull marbled floor...until a deep, reverberating chime blared through temple grounds. A pair of towering brass-built bells tolled from the lone steeple atop the Priory of Unspoiled Slumber, their somber melody echoing off the walls of the dark temple as well as the desolate valley that surrounded it. The Hour of Contemplation was at hand, and after a hushed prayer to their Divine Mother each figure walked through the doors of their chambers and fell to their knees. None would rise until the bells chimed again.
A similar scene played out all across the ancient Priory...except at the very heart of the stone hewn structure. Within the large central chapel, before the very Altar of Purity itself, two female figures conversed quietly underneath the sacred reliefs that adorned both the walls and the ceiling.
“I shall take my leave soon,” the middle-aged woman spoke. Though smooth skinned still and with a face blessed with regal beauty, her voice rang with an unyielding authority. “The summons must have already reached their intended targets, and I must be there to greet them at the Capital. I know my absence pains you, child, but you must bear the suffering without complaint. Soon, oh so very soon, our Hallowed Design will come to fruition...
“Yes, Arch-prioress!” the younger woman replied. Having just recently climbed out of girlhood, her wide-eyed, heart-shaped face still retained much of its soft innocence. “I believe with all my heart that the Divine Mother shall guide you along the way! Alas I...I yet wish I could accompany you. I feel so powerless by myself within these walls...”
The older woman shook her head. “You are wrong, dear child. Your holy purpose remains crucial to our Hallowed Design, ever more so now that the end is finally within sight.” She held aloft her ivory staff, with its brilliant crown of white-gleaming crystals. “As long as the Purity Prisms hold true, no worldly power shall be able to stop us. That is why you must remain here, Holy Vessel. For outside the boundaries of these halls, the world is steeped in filth and corruption! Vile degeneracy, carnal impulses, and disgusting lust rules the hearts of men and women everywhere you look! I fear your divine-ordained purity will not survive unmarred under such horrible influence, and so you must remain here: close to the bosom of our Divine Mother, protected from the impure world!”
The young woman bowed her head in remorse. “Of course, Arch-prioress! Forgive me my weakness; I promise I shall steel my heart and let your wise words guide my thoughts as I await your return. And if you will forgive me a selfish wish...I pray that I will be able to travel the world freely once the Hallowed Design is fulfilled...”
“You will, dear child. Once the world is cleansed of sin and lust, we will be ones to inherit the land. Just as the Divine Mother willed it to be...” the middle-aged woman said with a gentle smile. But the smile faded when a sudden tremor shook her body, causing her slender limbs to writhe in desperation. At the same time, the white crystals on her staff began to take on a deep pinkish hue. “Ohh, dear child! It seems I require your service one last time before my departure. Would you be so kind to prepare me for my journey?”
A faint blush took form on the young woman's rosy cheeks. “Y-Yes Arch-prioress! Let me serve my purpose and cleanse you of impurity...” she answered hesitantly, before slowly dropping to her knees. The Arch-prioress gazed down at the girl with a satisfied smile, as she parted the front hem of her robes while spreading her legs. Soon enough her hushed moans echoed through the empty chapel, joined by a deep, somber bell-ringing.
To be continued...