Across the plain a seemingly endless number of werewolf bodies lie on the ground. White steam rises from their rust coloured fur. The smell of burning meat fills the air and sticks to the nose. Thunderbolt Princess Knight Serena Friedo Alexia stabs Durandal into the ground while she rests. With this, monsters won't come close to the village for a while.
"Hn, fuuuh…"
Basking in the afterglow of victory in battle, Serena's crotch begins to feel a creeping pleasure and her voice becomes hot as she breathes heavily. Every day the temptation of the futanari flesh grows greater and if her concentration wavers at all she'll instantly drown in masturbation. She hasn't been disqualified as a wielder of Durandal yet, but she doesn't know when it'll happen.
(I have to do something about that woman. I hope I get a chance to speak with Irene soon.)
By Marietta's orders it is forbidden to speak with Irene about the futanari training. Also, if the truth becomes public, her life will be over. She can't talk to her comrades and just has to grind her teeth in silence.
(Alexia's national founding day is coming up soon, it's the anniversary of the day I received Durandal. With the amplification of its magic on that day I should be able to beat that woman. Irene, wait for me just a little longer.)
Serena pledges once again to herself to overcome the woman that threatens her country using her allies wind and lightning. To protect her friends and love ones.
By washing herself with freezing water, the Silver Lion, Irene Bernstein attempts to wash away and purify her lust. It is late at night and there is no one near the well. Since it was placed on her body, she has gotten somewhat used to the futanari flesh rod, but each night it's desires swell. Even for her, a well trained knight, it is hard to suppress.
"To expose such silliness… guh, it shows I'm still too inexperienced as a knight."
Her voice comes out unconsciously. At the tavern her shameful appearance was completely exposed. She was even forced to drink everything she shot out. Her entire body had been showered in semen. Yet, even with all this, her virginity was still strangely intact.
(That woman is always watching me. I just have to face and beat this alone.)
Irene grabs the grip of a dagger wedged between her breasts. For now she has to continue avoiding Serena until this is over.
(On my honour as the Knight Captain of the Kingdom, I swear I will defeat her!)
Even now she still has to resist the impulses coming from her meat rod. Still, even now she can't guess at the darkness awaiting her.
In an office on the outskirts of the castle a light is still lit despite the late hour. Inside on a desk parchment paper is scattered about in huge piles and the smell of alcohol fills the room. Sitting in a fancily decorated chair is a hugely obese pig of a man. He was holding his head in his hands and had a pained expression on his face.
"Shit, why did it go like this…"
The King is dead and the queen has left to attend a meeting in the eastern country. Seeing that, he thought everything he had dreamed was coming to pass, he was laughing for joy as the queen left. However, everything had gone differently, Serena and Irene had won over the trust of the people and their position as public officials were only strengthening. Despite only wanting money, women and power, the man was getting none of them.
"That annoying bitch! One day I'll rule this country…"
Rolling up a parchment and throwing it into the waste basket, the man lamented his allies. All of them had balked at the idea of being exiled as rebels and no matter how the man thought, his drunk mind couldn't come up with anything to further his ambitions. Suddenly something felt wrong, the air cooling as if the man had stepped out of a warm bath onto a frozen mountain top. Goose bumps stood out on all three layers of his huge belly.
"Who… who are you!?"
Grabbing a vase, the man feared that a demon had somehow reached his office. Increasing cold sweat appeared on his brow and when a woman appeared his immediate thought was to call the guards to have her killed. The woman wore a monk's garb, but strangely obscene in the way it hung on her body.
"You do not need to be frightened little mouse. I'm on your side and I have a very fun story to tell you tonight."
"You want to talk to me…?"
"Yes, and I think you will be very pleased with it ♥"
Saying that, Sister Marietta smiled wickedly. Her overwhelming magical power hidden within her body.