It has been months since Demia used this path between woods. Upon the forest floor lie trees of yesteryear, fallen in storms long forgotten. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers, yet rendering them all the more beautiful. They have the appearance of driftwood, twisting in patterns that remind her of seaside waves; even the colour of the moss is kelp-like. They are soft, damp, yet her fingers come away dry. Demia tilts her head upward, feeling her hair tumble further down her back; the pines are several houses tall, reaching toward the golden rays of spring. Birdsong comes in lulls and bursts, the silence and the singing working together as well as any improvised melody. A new smile paints itself upon her slightly freckled face, rose-pink lips semi-illuminated by the dappled light. 

The only changes she could see are the rumoured man made marshes throughout her journey. 

Before she knows it her steed has begun to walk slowly between the bogs.

She reminisces about when she was competing against Scarlet on horses along this path many years ago.

This trail was their favourite bridle path.

As the horse could not move quickly, she takes the chance to view the surrounding. A billion verdant wands of pine wave in arboreal air; for this place is magical, so much so that she can feel it from core to finger tips.

Suddenly, she hears footfalls from the trees on her left and right. 

"Could it be those people?" She mutters to herself.

She immediately raises both of her hands as a gesture of surrendering.

"I give myself up!" She squeals.

"Freeze!"

"Don't move!"

A group of over fifty men hem in her from both sides. 

She glances and notices half of them have slightly long ears. Some of the longer ears men have dark skin and fair hair while some of the longer ears resemble humans. 

"Dark elves and dalish." She mutters in a hushed voice.

The rest of the encircling men are normal humans. 

"I submit to you!"

"You don a good culet armour. You must be a very high ranked officer."

A man with a bowl-like hairstyle calls her. 

"Indeed. I am Princess Scarlet Carolingian's personal confidant, her second in command." 

The men make a lot of noises.

"If you are the princess's close lackey, what are you doing here?"

Demia tries to remain composed by inhaling air and closing eyes before turning to the interrogating man.

"I want to meet the princess! Her father was just killed today."

"What?"

***

Tiffany Town. Inn. (Hiro's Point of View)

"Are you sure it's all right letting the two girls by themselves in the room?"  Stanley Barclays asks.

I answer, "It's fine. They are weaponless. Moreover, Scarlet's father was just killed. Cass, you are really scary woman. It is playing to your game. Threatening them by choosing either the princess or the nobles themselves, the nobles will save themselves. The noble usurped power and killed the king." I retort Cass.

The bespectacled woman remain calm elucidates,

"Most probably Marquis Moriham Obilic will take the throne while Behl Harviala, that Demia's father became the Prime Minister. But by killing the king, the kingdom shall be divided."

"How do we use the princess?" Suzy, the fourth persons on the table asks.

Cass answers, "Yesterday, when she arrived, Demia Harviala said she defected to us. As her father was toppled and killed, even the princess would desperately want to avenge her father. She has no choice but submit to you." 

"Cass. You are scary."

***

The next day.

"I vowed to fight under your banner. I have renounced my allegiance from Castall to you, your highness."

began the female knight who knelt before me. 

Compared to Scarlet, this girl is more stuck-up.

She has the appearance of a strong woman trained for many battles while also possessing the sex appeal of a calm, mature woman who could handle it all.

“Very serious. Why do you abandon the kingdom that your ancestor served?"

"I only follow Her majesty Scarlet Carolingian. The nobles of Castall don't care about her life while you protect her."

Her matter of fact answer makes me speechless but I still need to save my face,

"If I successfully annex Castall, although I shall put Scarlet close to my side, she could not become a Queen. Are you fine with that?"

She adds, "His Majesty's final will was for me to abandon the Castalll kingdom and protect her majesty."

"If you pledge allegiance to me, who you obey more? Me or Scarlet?"

That question makes her perturbed for a while.

She finally manages to collect her thought.

“I am a knight of the Princess and Your Majesty. I will do whatever it takes to obey the orders of both of you equally. If both of you tell me to fight, I will fight; if both of you tell me to die, I will die. Whether in the past, present, or future, everything I do will be according to your will, and Princess’s will."

“What if I order you to have sex with me?”

To which Demia immediately responded.

“Of course, I will have sex with my liege. If it is by your will.”

***

I prefer a woman fully naked before having sex with her.

Because of this “requirement”, Demia took off her tight-fitting knight’s coat, pants, bra, and panties until she was all naked outside.

The interior of the mansion in Torun is vast, and there are many spaces, such as the courtyard, that can be classified as open-air.

And because it was impossible for someone to accidentally pass by these places, the hurdles of being blue-balled here are rather low.

“But why going all the trouble to travel far here? Why outdoors, your majesty? May I ask? Can’t we just do it inside a room where it is appropriate? After all, since your majesty will eventually become the lord of this vast land, they won’t probably get offended even if we use one of the rooms anywhere.”

Demia could not help but ask. To which I also answer right away.

“Well, it’s because I get more excited when doing it out in the open. Not to mention I already had sex with Scarlet in this way.”

"Her majesty sure is having a hard time…”

Regardless of what she has heard, Demia protruded her butt, and I thrust my penis towards her vaginal opening without delay.

She has a vagina packed with tightness peculiar to those of the fighting profession. And because vaginal pressure corresponds to muscle strength, primarily in the legs, I feel that my penis is almost crushed at the last minute of my insertion.

"Uhhh." She tries to keep the pain to herself.

"Wow. What a virgin."

I tease her.

It doesn’t take long when the sounds of hips hitting each other resound in the open grounds.

“Ahhn♡♡ Ahhhnn♡♡ This Demia is so happy right now♡♡ Not only she was useful to the king as a knight, but her pussy is also getting useful to the future king as a sex relief♡♡ This Knight Demia is in bliss♡♡♡♡!"

As said above, Demia’s vagina is packed with a lot of muscles and was really tight. This stimulates my shaft well, making me enjoy her a lot.

It isn’t only her vagina. Her buttocks, breasts, and lewdly half-open lips also keeps me aroused and entertained.

“Mchuuup♡♡ Mmmrlp♡♡ Mlem♡♡ It feels so good to be kissed while being fucked♡♡ It feels like everything of me is being dominated by your majesty♡♡♡♡ But that’s good, for this body of Demia, her pussy, her ass, and her boobs, they all exist for your majesty♡♡♡♡”

Plock slap plock slap plock plock plock slap.

Two different sounds created by flesh hitting flesh resounded in the vicinity.

This is because while I am busy moving my penis back and forth, I am also slapping Demia’s muscular ass at its gaps. 

“Ahh♡♡ I’m only but a small knight, but now I’m feeling the most supreme bliss♡♡ Because not only I can fight for Your Majesty and her majesty as a knight, I can also function as a meat toilet for you♡♡ A knight who has two uses instead of one♡♡ A meat toilet knight♡♡ And being your glorious meat toilet knight, this lowly officer is very proud of it♡♡♡♡”

It isn’t later when the meat toilet and the knight, Demia, who is so excited by her loyalty and sexuality, soon looks as if she is about to climax.

Or rather, she is about to climax again, as she is already doing this every time I give her a deep thrust.

The tide of urine and love juices gushing from Demia’s previous orgasms have already soaked the grass in the courtyard like night dew. They are really, really wet now that I even feel a bit thankful that we chose to have sex outdoors.

If we chose to do it inside, the floor would have already been stained with love juices enough for Demia and me to slip. A sex hazard in its true meaning.