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Strolling down the lively Sunlumeo Street was one of Eiselin Hulkenberg's guilty pleasures. She enjoyed peoplewatching, observing the happiness of the people she dedicated her life to protect. Today she witnessed merchants in the market buttering up their crowds of potential customers, a trio of Paripus children playing noisily with straw dolls that resembled dragons and a young couple who were clearly smitten with each other feeding each other food at one of the outside tables at Nao Filono Tavern. The aroma of the fresh meat wafting through the air reminded Hulkenberg of home and prompted a growl from her stomach, she could devour a Redgrass-Roasted Bidou or three right about now. However her true objective of the day was on the other side of the street.
Following a lengthy sigh at the thought of the lunch that would tragically have to be delayed, she crossed the cobble road with purpose, her heels clicking along the pavement and her thighs and hips confidently swaying with each step. The sight of her rather tantalising strut seemed to have attracted the attention of a quartet of young rookie soldiers who were leaving the city by horse drawn cart, a couple of them being left with no choice but to ogle pathetically at the stunning redhead while the other two sleazily tried to call for her attention. Hulkenberg ignored them, knowing full well she could handle all four of them in a brawl simultaneously while blindfolded if the catcalling escalated any further. Her confidence in her martial abilities was unmatched throughout Grand Trad... well... almost all of the time.
Although she hated to admit it, Hulkenberg's upcoming duel with Rhodanthe, her former ally in the Royal Knights, was entirely throwing off her form lately. Her training had been mediocre, her usually controlled emotions were going haywire and she nearly failed to prevent the assassin last week from taking her life. Since she has such high standards of herself this was naturally making Hulkenberg bitter and miserable all week, and it was only a matter of time before the perceptive young prince acknowledged her troubles. He had recommended seeking consultation from one of his trusted acquaintances, the dazzlingly talented yet secretive Brigitta Lycaon; igniter merchantess and owner of Lycaon Magic Association. He believed Brigitta may be able to ease Hulkenberg's issues with one of her igniters.
Scepticism was the royal knight's most prominent feeling at this suggestion, she had never felt the need for the newest technology or gadgets as long as she had her comrades and her trusty spear by her side. Yet the evident worry in the the prince's eyes that day had greatly pained Hulkenberg, so she swore to at the very least give his recommendation a try today. It was a humid afternoon in Grand Trad and a bead of sweat had formed underneath Hulkenberg's crimson fringe, so she was grateful for the gust of wind and magla that cooled her down and gave her a small push of encouragement as she hesitantly opened the door to the igniter shop.
To Hulkenberg's surprise the store was mostly vacant despite it being Idlesday. Besides a group of middle-aged women discussing the latest magical garments and a wide-eyed Clemar student who was window shopping for accessories clearly far too advanced and expensive for someone so young, there were no customers. Excellent news for Hulkenberg, she could get in and out without much of a wait. The only other person visible in the store was a staff member who was slumped over at the front desk in apparent boredom while flicking through a fashion magazine. As she approached the Ishkia worker without receiving so much of an acknowledgement, Hulkenberg loudly cleared her throat which almost made the poor girl jump out of her skin.
"G-g-good afternoon! Welcome to Lycaon Magic Association, how may I assist you?" She stammered, clearly still caught off guard.
Rolling her eyes at the lack of professionalism, Hulkenberg curtly replied "Yes, I've scheduled a consultation with your boss. 1:30pm I believe?"
The Ishkia flicked clumsily through her documents searching for the correct appointment. "Is it... er... Miss.. er..." she struggled.
Growing frustrated, the Roussainte knight grabbed the papers and did a quick skim before locating her name at the bottom of a list. "Here I am," Hulkenberg sighed. "And it's Miss H-"
"Hulkenberg I presume?" questioned a new, more assertive voice from a now open door in the corner of the room. "Eiselin Hulkenberg. Welcome, I've been expecting you, please come right this way."
After shooting a disappointed glare at the Ishkia worker, Brigitta Lycaon directed a smile to Hulkenberg and opened wide the door she had just appeared from to allow them both through. As Hulkenberg accepted the offer and strutted along the pristine corridor towards the merchantess's personal office, she studied the Rhoag's features with interest. Brigitta was renowned for being excellent at igniter business but to those in the know, even more proficient at obtaining and hiding information. Her smile was not particularly warm, more like a mask, and her silver eyes flickered with secrets unspoken. Part of Hulkenberg's hesitation in coming here was that she was still unsure if this woman could be completely trusted. Nonetheless, Hulkenberg could not deny her beauty. Her gorgeous chocolate skin, flawless white locks, devilishly seductive voice and flattering curves made Brigitta's presence in any room undeniable.
The doors to the office gave way to a sizeable room even more impressive than the corridor, with fancy velvet rugs hugging the floor and impressive paintings of scenery from various parts of Euchronia dotting the walls. Most notable of all was a gold painted abacus decorating the windowsill.
"Greetings Miss Lycaon," Hulkenberg began. "Please accept my humblest thanks in agreeing to meet with me."
"Oh please, you needn't worry about such formality with me, any ally of the true prince is an ally of mine. And do just call me Brigitta."
"O-of course," replied Hulkenberg, slightly thrown off by the casual tone and the fact that Brigitta was aware of the prince's true lineage. Just how much more was this woman hiding?
"I've been told the general gist of things, but do fill me in on the finer details," Brigitta continued as she gestured for them to both sit on the cushioned wine-coloured couch. "What is it specifically that is troubling you?"
Hulkenberg exhaled and decided to indulge Brigitta in her story: the recent concentration issues and how greatly it was affecting her during battle and in other aspects of her work. She decided to omit the part about Rhodanthe and the upcoming duel, she didn't want the merchantess prying too much into her personal relationships and background. Brigitta listened cross legged on the other side of the couch, her arms folded and her index finger slowly tapping against her elbow. Once Hulkenberg had finished her explanation, Brigitta closed her eyes and brainstormed silently, before standing up and pacing the room for a while.
"Let me have a look in storage, I may be able to find something that could help," Brigitta finally decided. The merchantess swiftly disappeared into an apparent storage area and returned just as quick with a box filled with a few items. "If you're worried about your form on the battlefield, perhaps a change in weaponry could spice up your tactics?" Brigitta brandished a glove that looked like it was pulsing with magla. "This gauntlet igniter was manufactured on the outskirts of Martira, just a single graze from this will leave your foe paralysed and unable to move freely. Your battles would be a breeze, interested?"
Hulkenberg shook her head. "I'm still confident in my fighting style, I don't feel the need to change up the weapon I use when I'm so comfortable with a spear, especially if it means stooping to such cheap tricks". Although, she thought, the chance Rhodanthe would play to the rules in their duel was almost zero. "I'm not sure this one is going to help me," Hulkenberg resigned. Brigitta looked slightly offended by the implication that her wares could be considered a 'cheap trick', but she simply shrugged and moved onto the next item.
"Well, you do look like you're in immaculate shape to wield a spear," Brigitta mentioned while her eyes drifted down slightly to Hulkenberg's toned abs, which did not fail to make the royal knight blush ever so slightly. "How about this then? We've had a few of these elegant things imported from Brilehaven this week." Brigitta displayed an emerald encrusted necklace that Hulkenberg immediately recognised. "Not a weapon as such, but wearing this at night is assured to give you the deepest and most undisturbed of sleep. Is it feasible that insomnia is the root of your problems?"
"I tested one of these last week," Hulkenberg recalled. "I agree it gives you fantastic sleep, however upon awakening my muscles felt far too lethargic for my liking. Plus the deep sleep left less time in the early morning for training and meditation."
"That does make sense I suppose," Brigitta nodded, carefully placing the jewellery back in it's case. "Perhaps it is nothing to do with your fighting style or body at all. Perhaps it's to do with your confidence."
"My confidence?" Hulkenberg repeated.
"Yes, why a fine lady such as yourself must be able to show herself off a little don't you think?" Brigitta said, unfolding a long, scarlet dress from the box. "Now this is one of a kind, sold to me by one of Altabury's most magnificent singers at the orchestra. Every time she took a step it was like fire was pirouetting off of her figure. I'm positive on you this would look absolutely..." Brigitta trailed off once she noticed Hulkenberg's head in her hands.
"Ugh, sorry but I've no need at all for such... flippant parades of wealth or status," Hulkenberg groaned. She was starting to completely lose hope that Brigitta could do anything for her.
Frustrated at having wasted her time, Hulkenberg stood up and gave a polite bow to Brigitta. "Many thanks for your efforts, but to be frank I don't believe anything you have here will truly help me." As she began to walk towards the exit a curious shift in the tone of the merchantess stopped her in her tracks.
"I do have... one more option that is slightly less... conventional," Brigitta teased, as she revealed a black box that she mysteriously gestured for Hulkenberg to open. "Please, have a look and tell me what you think." Raising an eyebrow at the sudden vagueness of the request, the redhead turned away from the door and took the sinister looking box in her hands, trying to guess at the contents from the weight. Brigitta never broke eye-contact with her, a barely noticeable smile curling onto the businesswomen's face, which raised all sorts of alarm bells in Hulkenberg's mind, but she supposed she did not want to leave this place emptyhanded. Dispelling the potential scheming that could be ensuing, Hulkenberg opened the box, and just as swiftly shrieked and dropped it in shock at what she had just seen.
"My my Miss Hulkenberg, never seen a sex toy before?" Brigitta chuckled as she bent down to pick up the buttplug that had just been flung to the ground.
Hulkenberg's heart rate doubled and she could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "The audacity! Wh-what on earth are you implying with th-this thing? Have you no shame?"
"Shame has nothing to do with it, I'm simply trying to assist you Hulkenberg, and I think I know what you really need. Many independent women with such high aspirations as yourself have so little time for their own time and pleasure. Politicians, architects, soldiers... perhaps even a knight or two you name it. They are so caught up in their lofty expectations that they fail to notice their own stress and frustration that has been building up for years. We have seen this pattern repeated so many times recently that we decided to manufacture something simple to ease the... desires of the nation. Items such as these in fact have the highest increase in commissions for the last month out of anything we sell. A way to forget woes and to release all the pent up energy is so valuable these days."
"All fine and well Miss Lycaon, but the insulting notion that you believe this is what I came here for is completely absurd!" spat Hulkenberg, "I will be taking my leave immediately!"
As she swivelled and advanced again to the door to the office, Brigitta sighed melodramatically.
"Such a pity that I'll have to report back to the young prince that his royal guard remains unfit for duty." Hulkenberg froze in her tracks, one hand on the doorknob.
"Excuse me?" she hissed.
"It's just that the prince was agonising that if nothing changed he may have to send you on leave, hopefully not permanently but who knows?"
Hulkenberg's eyes narrowed. "Vile woman, are you really threatening me?"
"Threatening? My dear I am simply providing you with a solution. Would it not be unbefitting for a knight of your stature to operate with such distractions on her mind?"
Hulkenberg scowled at Brigitta, whose gaze was invading the redhead's shell and detecting her increased vulnerability. As much as Hulkenberg yearned to simply leave and never look back, she had to concede that returning to the prince with no further progress could be damaging to her relationship with him. She couldn't lose him, not again.
"And on a personal level," Brigitta continued, "It would be somewhat disappointing to learn that such a storied knight was actually quite a coward when it comes to taking on new challenges."
That hit a nerve. Hulkenberg shook her fists in a ball of both rage at her bravery being questioned and nervousness that Brigitta's proposal was becoming slightly less impossible by the second. Dispelling both her pride and the overwhelming desire to kick the woman before her through the tinted windows, Hulkenberg's eyes shifted from Brigitta to the toy in her possession, which seemed to be a lot more intimidating than before.
"Fine..." Hulkenberg whispered, not daring to look at the wide smile that had curved onto Brigitta's profile.
"Oh splendid!" beamed Brigitta, "I assure you there is nothing to fear Miss Hulkenberg, just try it and see how it feels. There is a changing room over there in the corner."
"I-I have to try it here?" Hulkenberg looked up and gasped, the gravity of the situation of testing a sex toy with the merchantess mere steps away suddenly dawning on her.
"Why of course, it is just a prototype after all, and I'd like to make sure it is entirely up to your... satisfaction."
Hulkenberg stood in the cramped changing room, outwardly unperturbed, inwardly cursing herself at the situation she had put herself in. Her jacket and pants slipped to the floor as she undressed, only her white blouse and underwear remained as she studied the box in her hands. The buttplug was made of a cool silver metal and was relatively short but curved outwards a little at the bulb, while the base had a violet coloured gem encrusted into it that Hulkenberg guessed may be topaz. Although she was shy to admit, she had actually experimented with toys before, but never anything in her ass. Her apprehension was high but the desire to prove that her resilience was greater than Brigitta suggested outweighed that. Yet her desire to finally find a way to relieve her stress so that the prince would no longer worry about her exceeded all of this. Thankfully the box came with a small tub of lube, and as she slathered the plug with it she inhaled a long, deep breath. Was she really doing this?
"No going back now Eiselin," she whispered to herself as she flicked off her ruby red panties to join her other clothes on the floor. She swallowed her fear and used one palm to pull one of her soft cheeks aside while the other slowly began to insert the tip of the plug. At first she jumped at the sudden cold feel of the metal against her warm cheeks and hole, but as she acclimated to the sensation she bravely pushed in more of the plug. Surprisingly, the tip and body of the plug did not prove to be too challenging as it entered easily, the problem was the much wider centre bulb. This really started to stretch the entrance of her asshole which did initially scare Hulkenberg, she had to twist and adjust the angle to finally get past the widest point. After some focus and adjustment, her ass relaxed and finally welcomed the entire plug inside. As the purple gemmed base sank down to cover her hole and the rest of the plug pushed to fill up more of her sacred parts, Hulkenberg reflexively bit her bottom lip. At first it just felt awkward and clumsy but now that she had released her hands and it had settled between her cheeks, she had to ask herself why it felt this damn good?!
"Feels damn good right?" asked a voice from behind her. Hulkenberg shrieked and nearly jumped through the roof out of surprise, she turned to see Brigitta half opening the curtain to the changing room and peering in with prying eyes.
"Have you heard of privacy? GET OUT!" yelled Hulkenberg, sensing her cheeks reddening. After pushing Brigitta away from the curtain she was about to rush out to give the woman a piece of her mind, when she remembered she was entirely nude from the waist down, and would likely perish from humiliation attempting to scold the merchantess butt naked with a plug filling her rear. The knight turned and swiftly pulled her pants back up before leaving the changing room in a tornado of rage.
Brigitta looked slightly sorry for the intrusion, but not sorry enough for Hulkenberg's liking. "The GALL of you! Have you EVER heard of privacy?!"
"Ok my apologies my apologies Miss Hulkenberg," Brigitta threw her hands up in innocence. "But you were taking so long in there I thought you may have been in pain."
"I'm fine," replied Hulkenberg, seething.
"Well I am glad," actual authenticity detected in her voice. "Plus, this is still a prototype so I may have things I still need to improve. I must ensure the toy is working correctly and is providing it's users with maximum fulfilment."
Hulkenberg crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at the businesswoman's choice of vocabulary. "Well as a matter of fact, it is not! It feels positively awful," Hulkenberg fibbed. In reality every second the plug had been inserted into her body her thighs, hips and asshole had felt amazing. Hulkenberg noticed Brigitta's gaze deviously scanning these parts of her body for signs she was lying, and this only turned the young knight on even more, which was a reaction she did not expect from herself and would have to revisit later. But for now she had to remove herself from this situation, she was losing control and had a feeling Brigitta knew it. "I'll be leaving now," Hulkenberg announced as she turned back to the changing room.
Just as she bent down to retrieve her jacket, she was struck with a rush of pleasure coming from her asshole. Her entire body froze. A very light buzzing noise was now originating from her buttocks and Hulkenberg covered her mouth with her hand to prevent any moans from escaping. Her knees had suddenly become weak and shaky, her breath was getting quicker and she used her other arm to lean against the wall of the changing room so as to not completely lose her balance against this new torrent of sensations. The puzzle pieces were being put together, she started to realise what was inside her was actually much more than just a buttplug.
"A- a vibrator?" Hulkenberg griped, trying and miserably failing to still sound composed.
"Oh, did I fail to mention that?" Brigitta chuckled corruptly. Hulkenberg cursed under her breath as her pussy began to leak from the heavenly feeling of her asshole being massaged by the buttplug. She had walked right into this witch's trap. "A mundane toy would not have sufficed, Lycaon Magic Association offers only the highest quality and most interesting wares." Brigitta paused momentarily, looking down with genuine concern at the exasperated knight. "Are you ok?"
"I'm completely fine!" Hulkenberg spat, her knees now visibly shaking as she tried to mask how much this was affecting her body. Hulkenberg may have fallen over completely, if it weren't for Brigitta suddenly offering a hand to help the Roussainte woman to her feet. As Hulkenberg reluctantly allowed her weight to be supported, Brigitta brought her lips close to Hulkenberg's ear.
"You may be a fine knight Miss Hulkenberg, but you are a lousy liar," she whispered.
Hulkenberg's eyes widened in dread. "What could you possibly be implying?"
"This plug is not just a toy, but it is also an igniter," Brigitta explained. "It's effect is that the more aroused the wearer is, the more intense the vibration becomes."
Surely not. Panic was starting to mix in with Hulkenberg's pleasure as she understood the truth of what the Rhoag woman had just said, the muffled buzzing sound was slowly getting louder which matched the increase in ecstasy forming around her asshole and pussy. She squeezed her thighs together in a futile attempt to hide the wetness that had formed in her pants. As Hulkenberg's legs continued to tremble, Brigitta turned to face her and shifted her support from Hulkenberg's torso to her curvaceous hips. The merchantess began to hungrily study Hulkenberg: her body language, the moans she was struggling to conceal and the fun sounding vibrations coming from below. "You don't need to hide your true feelings from me," assured Brigitta, forcing eye contact with the knight.
Hulkenberg could not even conjure up a snarky response so simply shook her head, her mind was racing and sweat was building up on her brow. The feeling of the igniter/buttplug slowly churning up her backside was far too distracting for coherent thought right now. Hulkenberg silently prayed that her silence would somehow end this insane scenario, however Brigitta's patience had run thin. In an instant Brigitta's hands fell from Hulkenberg's hips down to her bum, her white painted acrylic nails digging into the knight's trousers. In an instant, Brigitta gripped hard and ripped the clothes open, completely revealing Hulkenberg's soft cheeks and the toy that was buried inside them. Hulkenberg yelped and blushed a deeper shade of red at the sudden exposure, to which Brigitta simply laughed.
"Don't worry darling, I'll compensate you for your garments thrice over." That was the least of Hulkenberg's concerns at that moment as she noted the plug vibrating in a much rougher fashion following the exposure. "But I must say Miss Hulkenberg," Brigitta started while raising an eyebrow. "No panties today? Quite kinky aren't we? While I kind of like it, I wonder if the prince would approve of his guard being so... perverse?" Hulkenberg froze, save for the continued trembling of her knees and vibrating of her ass. In her haste to pull up her pants in the changing room, Hulkenberg had completely forgotten to reapply her underwear that she now saw left on the floor of the changing room.
"N-no! They are over there you just didn't let me pick them u-" Hulkenberg began before she was interrupted by a loud spank coming from her behind. The Roussainte woman whimpered from the stinging sensation and bit her lip to prevent that whimper from becoming a moan. Brigitta licked her lips almost demonically, clearly satisfied by the physical reaction she had produced from the knight.
"Now then, where should we begin?" Brigitta questioned.
"Begin?" gasped Hulkenberg.
"Of course, a report will need to be produced just like with any of my products. I'll need to perform some tests and note down some observations to make sure this prototype is effective and working as intended." The smirk on Brigitta's face and the sound of the vibrator getting louder after getting her ass slapped was starting to piss Hulkenberg off. She understood now that Brigitta was having fun torturing her and this was likely her plan the moment they had both stepped in the room. Hulkenberg's mind desperately wanted to withdraw, to remove herself from the humiliation and loss of control she was experiencing. Yet her body would not move, she could barely move her legs and was still being propped up by Brigitta's support. Normally she could rely on her squad to save her from difficult situations, however no reinforcements would be arriving today to save her from this mix of pain and pleasure. She steeled her resolve as Brigitta began to explore her body.
"Let's make sure the igniter is durable and withstands impact well shall we?" announced Brigitta, as if ticking off a checklist. Hulkenberg's ass was suddenly subjected to a steady barrage of spanks and slaps. She could feel the soft flesh of her buns quaking against the force of Brigitta's palm. The contrast of the warm hands and the slightly colder metal of the plug was a unique sensation that the knight wouldn't dare to admit was beginning to turn her on. The merchantess wasn't being overly rough, she was being careful not to leave any lasting marks, yet she wasn't exactly being gentle either. Hulkenberg attempted to clench her ass to soften the impact, but immediately realised this action squeezed the toy tighter inside her, which was too great of an overstimulation for her to currently withstand. So she closed her eyes and endured it, eventually losing count of how many dozens of instances her rear had been smacked.
Internally Hulkenberg willed herself to not surrender, to not lose to Brigitta. "Is that all?" she spluttered stubbornly in defiance as the two women stared each other down. The Rhoag's eyes narrowed at the challenge as she picked up the pace of her bombardment of Hulkenberg's behind. She started to mix in some thigh rubs as well as grabbing and kneading Hulkenberg's booty playfully.
"We'll also need to ensure that the igniter does not fall out no matter the angle," she stated nonchalantly, as if she wasn't just caressing some prime ass in the middle of her office. She used her fingers to spread Hulkenberg's cheeks as far apart as possible, gaping the Roussainte's asshole wide, yet the plug would not fall out much to Brigitta's delight. Once she had stretched the supple buns in her hands as far as they would reasonably allow, she let them go to allow them to clap back together a few times, almost like they were applauding Brigitta's work so far. Hulkenberg's attempts at stifling her moans were becoming unsuccessful. Looking back over her shoulder she observed how much her ass was jiggling as a result of the constant grabbing, spreading and slapping her ass was receiving. Though she preferred to be humble about her assets, she secretly knew her ass was on the sexier side, watching it enticingly sway and shake upon being toyed with was a sight to behold and she knew it would have sent the soldiers outside into a frenzy. Her nipples were getting harder under her blouse and her groans were getting impossible to stifle.
"And last but not least, we must determine that the product is completely waterproof," Brigitta breathed. Hulkenberg was such a horny mess that she failed to acknowledge the implication, or the fact that Brigitta's left hand had left her ass and was snaking it's way down her front, past her pelvis and between her legs. The abrupt feeling of her sensitive pussy being brushed extracted a high pitched squeal out of Hulkenberg, her eyes widened in shock and she wrapped her arms around Birgitta's shoulders and was virtually hanging off of her to ensure she didn't completely buckle.
"W-wait!" Hulkenberg pleaded far too late, her speech stammered.
"My how wet you are already Miss Hulkenberg," Brigitta observed. "And from just this minimal amount of stimulation too."
"No! No, it's just, it's so hot today it's mostly my sweat!" The fib was painfully obvious, however Brigitta decided to play along.
"In that case, I always want my guests to be as comfortable as they would in their own home. Let's remove some more clothing shall we?"
Brigitta reluctantly removed her hands temporarily from Hulkenberg's ass and pussy and directed them towards her guest's chest instead. As swiftly as she ripped the pants earlier, Brigitta burst open Hulkenberg's blouse and soon after yanked off her red bra, revealing her modestly shaped breasts that were now glistening with sweat. Brigitta took the chance to admire the knight's gorgeous bust and battle carved figure before Hulkenberg hissed and covered them in humiliation, mostly to conceal how perked up her nips had become.
"Perhaps you would feel more at ease if I joined you?" chuckled Brigitta prior to pulling off her own top and bra, mimicking Hulkenberg in partial nudity. Despite the annoyance at being undressed by the merchantess (again), Hulkenberg could not refrain from fixating on Brigitta's torso with lustful eyes. Everything from Brigitta's immaculate dark skin, hourglass figure and delectable boobs that were noticeably fuller and bouncier than her own deepened Hulkenberg's blush. "If you truly want me to stop, now would be the ideal time to tell me," Brigitta warned, her previous smirk replaced with a serious stare on her face that seemed to pierce through Hulkenberg's eyes right into her mind. A mind that was being melted by how turned on Hulkenberg had become. The young knight could no longer refute that her arousal had overpowered her embarrassment and even if she wanted to, her pussy would have had betrayed her, leaking excitement without a shred of concern for her pride.
"Y-you may continue," she conceded quietly. "But only for the benefit of your report or whatever it is you claim to need," she added, which returned the smirk to Brigitta's face as she once again advanced on Hulkenberg's privates.
Brigitta did not need to be told twice. Two dextrous digits moved in again for Hulkenberg's womanhood and inserted themselves inside, sending a wave of goosebumps throughout the royal knight's body. Brigitta's free hand returned to Hulkenberg's left hip to provide support, meanwhile Hulkenberg clutched tighter around the Rhoag's slender neck and shoulders. The fingers were slipping and sliding in and out Hulkenberg's entrance, exploring her insides inquisitively. The sensation was irresistible.
"Please... slow down... yield..." Hulkenberg begged, her nerves being sent into overdrive. "Just a little slower pl-".
She was immediately shut up by Brigitta launching her lips at her own, locking them in a feisty kiss. A sign of intimacy was the last thing Hulkenberg expected from this venomous personality, although she could get used to how soft and tasty Brigitta's lips were. The forward momentum of Brigitta advancing upon her guest also caused the pair's tits to press against each other, stiff nipples and soft areolas being erotically smothered together as well as being able to feel another's heartbeat against her own chest was a new experience for Hulkenberg. She may have felt slightly envious of Brigitta's clearly larger boobs outdoing her own perky set if she wasn't so engrossed by how heavenly they felt cushioning each other. The intimacy of the kiss was slowly being replaced by lewdness, as the two tongues wrestled for control inside each other's mouths. It was becoming increasingly sloppy as their tongues lapped at each other, some saliva drooled onto their joined cleavage which only made their breasts feel even better as they slid across each other. Hulkenberg sensed the vibrator gyrating even faster and now in a circular motion due to the sloppy make out session, forcing her to moan into Brigitta's mouth.
To her surprise, Brigitta also moaned back sensually, and for the first time Hulkenberg considered if the merchantess was not just trying to sexually torture her, but was also doing this to get herself off. The need for oxygen overtook the two women so they eventually broke their snog, but not before Brigitta stole a few cocky nibbles at Hulkenberg's bottom lip and slurped up some of the saliva that had formed a bridge to their mouths. They both stared longingly at each other panting deeply for a moment, Hulkenberg blushing as she noticed her red lipstick was untidily smudged all over Brigitta's mouth - she wondered if Brigitta's silver gloss had done similar to her own visage.
The respite was fleeting however, as Brigitta naughtily licked her lips before returning her fingers to Hulkenberg's soaked vagina. Speech was abandoning her so Hulkenberg focussed on the changes she could discern: her breathing and heartrate was faster, her legs were getting weaker and her pussy was getting wetter. Precum dripped messily down her thighs as Brigitta cranked up the intensity, inserting a third finger into Hulkenberg's quivering folds. Simultaneously she used her thumb to gently stroke Hulkenberg's clit, which made the Roussainte woman bite her own lip in ecstasy. Occasionally the thumb would tickle Hulkenberg's crimson bush, internally she began to curse herself for not trimming it more neatly until she noticed it did not seem to perturb Brigitta in the slightest. She was far too preoccupied with fucking the sanity out of the gorgeous redhead in front of her to care about the puny details.
Instead she began sucking on Hulkenberg's neck like a thirsty vampire which sent electrified tingles up knight's spine. Simultaneously the hand on Hulkenberg's hip was now tracing over the lines of her chiselled abs. Hulkenberg tilted her head to grant easier access to her neck and clawed at Brigitta's back in tandem, which had the potential to leave marks... not that the two of them were particularly fussed about that anymore. Hulkenberg had to confess that Brigitta's technique was tremendous, the thumb circling her clit was making her dizzy. She no longer tried to wrestle back control over Brigitta and instead submitted to her fully, not that she had the leg strength to do otherwise anyway.
So much was she was relishing her pussy being fingered and asshole being reshaped (was it just her imagination or had the buttplug expanded in size since the start?) that she did not register Brigitta tiptoeing up to flick her unrelenting tongue at Hulkenberg's ear.
"Oh heavens!" she groaned ferally. For the Roussainte race, ears were especially sensitive to pleasure. It practically functioned as their G-spot, so this lewd act was almost the finishing blow for Hulkenberg. Her knees finally gave out as she collapsed in Brigitta's waiting arms.
Deducing that her guest was nearing her limit, Brigitta dragged the trembling mess that was once Hulkenberg over to her velvet couch. Brigitta sat down while she threw Hulkenberg over her lap face down with her ass directly underneath her. Hulkenberg's pussy was gushing and her ass was on fire, she could not withstand much more. She took a few seconds to consider not making her next request, as it would be officially throwing away the self-respect and dignity that she worked so tirelessly to maintain, but her desires were far too strong. And quite frankly, that ship had sailed long ago.
"Please... Brigitta...please..." she panted in between deep breaths. The games had apparently not yet ceased, because Brigitta lifted a finger to her chin feigning ignorance.
"I'm not quite sure what it is you need Miss Hulkenberg," she mocked. "You'll need to be specific and repeat it much louder and clearer for me to-"
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING HOLY, STOP TEASING ME AND MAKE ME FUCKING CUM BRIGITTA!" Hulkenberg's desperate outburst had stun locked Brigitta, she froze and her eyes widened. The woman below her slowly turned up to face her with pleading eyes. "I beg of you." With an empathetic and slightly apologetic nod, Brigitta gently pushed Hulkenberg's body down into a sexy arch onto the pillow below, she would need a soft surface for what was to come. Once Hulkenberg was comfortable on her lap, Brigitta once more redirected her attention to the Roussainte's steamy crotch. In one swift motion, the same three fingers dove back into Hulkenberg's pussy, this time with more vigour and purpose. There was no longer any teasing or edging. Brigitta was possessed, diligently fucking Hulkenberg's pussy with her hand in an erratic rhythm. Every millimetre of Hulkenberg's wet hole was being ravaged without mercy as she groaned into the pillow.
She could feel her vaginal muscles clenching around Brigitta's fingers, which only made her tremble helplessly. Hulkenberg helped accelerate the process by grinding her pelvis back against the Rhoag's palm. The vibrator in her ass was thrashing about noisily and chaotically inside her asshole as her libido reached its maximum. Brigitta's right boob was squished up against Hulkenberg's right asscheek and was was jiggling in coordination with the rest of Hulkenberg's peach. The final nail in the coffin was one simple instruction that Brigitta demanded with a much more assertive and possessive tone than she had utilised thus far.
"Cum for me Eiselin." The intimate use of Hulkenberg's forename surprisingly made her heart throb almost as much as her clitoris was. Just as she was about to needlessly announce she was at her peak, Brigitta reached down and in one fell swoop removed the buttplug with a comically loud pop. In contrast to how much of a trial it was to put in, it was removed with ease due to how wet Hulkenberg now was. This was the final straw that pushed Hulkenberg over the edge. With a moan that devolved into a guttural growl that she didn't even realise she could produce, Hulkenberg's pussy gave in and she squirted ferociously all over... well everything. She completely drenched Brigitta's thighs and hand that was still holding the vibrator. The floor and couch rapidly became soaked with her juices. Her toes curled and her muscles spasmed as she blissfully orgasmed, tongue lolling out and entire body squirming uncontrollably. Brigitta grabbed a handful of her crimson hair and pulled up dominantly so she could witness Hulkenberg's euphoric expression as she came her brains out.
Hulkenberg rode out the fantastic ejaculation for what felt like an age, her pussy dispersing another half-dozen squirts of girlcum before she felt her high start to subside. Releasing Hulkenberg's now messy mop, Brigitta gave one decisive and definitive spank to the ass of the poor girl before her, which extracted the last shy dribble of squirt out of Hulkenberg's gushing hole. The momentum of this slap caused Hulkenberg to roll off of the couch, shamelessly falling into a puddle of her own arousal, chest heaving vehemently. Her pussy and asshole, the latter of which was now gaping in a plea to be filled again, felt infinitely better than they had ever felt before. The irony was not lost on Hulkenberg that even though she had been given a toy to use, Brigitta was the one who had played with her body like a toy. Brigitta bent down to confirm the redhead had not passed away from having an orgasm too intense, and stroked Hulkenberg's hair and offered a few light coos in a slightly alien display of affection. She may have been a huge tease but she knew Hulkenberg deserved some aftercare after what she had just been subjected to.
After a few quiet moments of regathering themselves, Brigitta sat back up on the couch cross legged and studied the cum coated buttplug in her hand, its vibrations now halted. Hulkenberg's vision was hazy however she could barely make out Brigitta bringing it to her lips and sloppily cleaning it with her immaculate tongue and lips in a show of debauchery. Unfazed by the fact that it had just been lodged in Hulkenberg's ass, Brigitta seemingly enjoyed the taste, or perhaps she just liked the taste of victory over having forced the stubborn Roussainte guard to cum for her like an animal in heat. Either way, she also cleaned off her fingers that were similarly covered in cum, and popped them out playfully once she was done.
"Delicious," she hummed triumphantly. Hulkenberg didn't know if she should be offended or pleased with that remark. The only thing she did know was that a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She felt free and unburdened, perhaps Brigitta was correct, perhaps something like this was exactly what was required to cleanse her mind of all the anxious fog that had gathered since her duel with Rhodanthe was agreed.
"It seems like the prototype tests have been successful," Brigitta declared, putting down the plug and jotting down a few quick notes in an official looking notepad. Oh so she really wasn't joking about the report Hulkenberg considered. "Once the consumer ready models have been manufactured, would you like me to send you a box early? I do truly believe they will help with your battle with your former comrade." Hulkenberg flinched, she was certain she had excluded the detail about her duel with Rhodanthe to Brigitta, how on earth did she get that information? This woman was dangerous, in more ways than one as she had just discovered. She would have inquired further, however she was currently far too delirious and in a post-nut trance to bother.
Brigitta remembered something and looked down to Hulkenberg's ripped pants and exposed booty. "Along with some replacements to your garments of course," she promised. Hulkenberg lazily closed her eyes as she sensed the last shred of her consciousness begin to wane. As much as she would have honestly preferred for Brigitta to ravage her again, she supposed on the road she would have to learn to take care of business herself.
"I'll take two boxes," Hulkenberg sighed, as she drifted off to sleep.