Chapter 1

#I. The Maid and the Knight

“Ah! Hmph… Ahng, Haah! Ahh!”

A large hand grasped her br*ast. The bouncing white br*ast was crushed in the thick hand, and the man’s fingers scratched her nipple and clawed at her br*ast. Roughly worn-down nails tormented the round br*ast. Ella let out a shallow breath and released a moan. Her hips tingled against the man’s groin, which was colliding with her p*ssy.

“Ahhng!”

Thump, thump, thump. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was provocative. The c*ck filling her hole was familiar. The man would also be familiar with her hole. He toyed with the hole he had long tamed, breathing unevenly. She sensed his excitement rising again as his speed increased. The man, who had been moving his hips like a dog while holding her br*ast, grabbed her waist. Her back twitched, and goosebumps rose. A dry swallow went down her throat.

“Huuuuh….”

A long moan escaped her lips. The man grabbed her round buttocks. Ella felt the rough surface caressing her skin and trembled her waist finely. Suddenly, her buttocks parted, revealing her p*ssy clearly.

“Uunng! No….”

It was something she shouldn’t have said. Words that shouldn’t have come from the mouth of a maid warming a knight’s bed. Yet, instinctively, Ella tried to shake him off. The man punished her by pinching her closed l*bia and rubbing her cl*toris. Ella burst into tears, shaking her hips. The hole that had rubbed against the c*ck twitched. The s*men that had spilled out foamed around the tip of the c*ck embedded in her vaginal entrance.

“Blasphemous. Ella.”

The man pointed out. His low, rough voice shook Ella. His waist was still moving at the same pace. Her high-pitched moans echoed through the barracks on the battlefield. She staggered, trying to stop his hand from groping her cl*toris. But the hand was restrained by the man. He did not tolerate resistance. Ella, who had been arching her back like a bitch, was flipped over by the man’s touch. He did not remove his c*ck.

“Ahng!”

He was a greedy man. Ella glared at him fiercely, spreading her legs wider as he pushed inside. It was an ascetic face. Even when the blood of the battlefield splattered on his dark skin, he remained as dry as a monk.

“Ahhh! Hhuuh! Huuh! Ah! Please, please! Slowly, sir, slowly!”

He didn’t listen. Ella continued her futile cries. The hand stimulating her cl*toris grabbed both of her br*asts. Ella’s waist arched. Her grip on the blanket loosened. The pleasure was overwhelmingly intense. Even though a knight’s maid had entered the barracks, the young men guarding the barracks were also in their prime. She bit her lip and burst into tears.

“Ah. Please. Please, sir!”

Suddenly, the man’s hand flipped her over. She wrapped her arms around his neck, shaking her head. Her master embraced her, kissing her cheek. Ella was now sitting on the man’s thigh. They spent quite some time syncing their breathing. His hands caressed her shoulders, back, and waist. She fit snugly in his arms like a doll. She slowly moved her hips, exploring her master’s shoulders and back, which were full of wounds. The inserted c*ck was long and large. Ella gasped at the stimulation from its size and volume.

As if syncing their breathing, she slowly looked into his eyes. Her master’s eyes were ashen. Like the walls left charred after the fires of battle. His soot-tinted gray eyes were indifferent and cold. Even if she became accustomed to her master’s body and the pleasure it brought, she would never get used to those chilling eyes.

She wanted to release her grip on his neck. If possible, she wanted to keep her distance and focused on ending the act. Whether her master noticed or not, he soon bit her lips. Like a child seeking milk, that desperate action made Ella cling to him without a gap again.

The c*ck inside her hole throbbed. The man finished the act with her on his thigh. Ella closed her eyes, feeling her master’s shoulders as he climaxed deep inside her. Her entire body tingled.

Even if she slept all day, this tingling wouldn’t fade. Her master scratched her protruding nipple, kissing its tip. When his lips touched her nipple, the milk that had pooled at the tip trickled down her br*ast. With a somewhat dazed expression, she traced the bloodstains on the man’s back. His muscular, firm, and smooth body sometimes felt as fierce as a carnivorous beast.

“There are bloodstains on your back.”

She mumbled in a drowsy voice. Her master didn’t respond. He was only spending time caressing the maid’s br*ast and shoulders. Ella wondered if other knights were as interested in a maid’s br*asts.

Marie, the maid of Sir Endymion, said Sir Endymion liked her buttocks more than her br*asts. Anita, the maid of Sir Kirion, said Sir Kirion only sought between her legs and didn’t like any part of her. Ella wondered if her master liked her br*asts the most. Or perhaps he didn’t like any part but just wanted to touch them.

Either was fine. Even if her master liked the maid’s br*asts, a maid was still a maid. There was nothing beyond that between them.

“Sir. There are bloodstains on your back.”

Her master raised his head. His disheveled black hair brushed against her chin. The ashen eyes were still indifferent and aloof. Like when he killed enemies on the battlefield, those cold eyes instilled fear in Ella.

“You should wipe it off.”

Ella tried to rise, lifting her upper body. Then he grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him.

“A maid cannot lift a finger without her master’s permission.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Ella lowered her gaze. She didn’t want to meet his eyes. Even in bed, her master’s gaze lacked warmth. Ella wondered if other knights were the same. She wanted to know, but to find out, she would have to sleep with a knight other than her master. However, she did not serve other knights. It was natural. A maid who warmed a knight’s bed could only serve one knight.

Kissing and s*x could only be done with one person. And it was the same for the knights. Knights could not sleep with prostitutes. The king of Kylaq did not allow knights to consort with prostitutes.

The knights of Kylaq were noble, and their seed was not to be wasted in vain. Above all, the noblemen of Kylaq did not want their seed to grow in the wrong womb. They did not want to face death on the battlefield without knowing whose womb bore their child. Maids existed for such reasons.

Since knights could not consort with their betrothed or wives like prostitutes on the battlefield, maids were needed in the war. The longer the war, the more men needed women. Beings to temper or tan their lust and send them back outside the barracks. Beings to polish armor, stitch torn flesh, and feed warm soup to the knights. To the knights, maids were such beings.

Ella skillfully traced the back of the man holding her. Her master had said she couldn’t lift a finger without his permission. However, touching his body was an exception. She blinked. Marie once said she touched her master’s shoulder without permission and got a harsh slap.

Ella had never been slapped by her master. Nor had she ever been beaten. However, she had been tied to the bedpost in the barracks for leaving his bed without permission. At that time, Ella was in extreme pain as blood circulation was cut off from her arms.

Her master untied her hands when she started crying. During that time, she hadn’t eaten anything and was starving. When Ella sniffled and cried about being hungry, her master gave her bread instead of a beating.

Ella, naked, leaned against him, chewing and swallowing the food. But when she ate too quickly and got indigestion, she vomited the food. Her master, with a flustered look, called for the medic. She lay on his bed, repeatedly moaning and crying. Her master was not a man who could beat Ella. Since that day, Ella often cried in his arms.

It wasn’t because he made her feel miserable. If anything, if her master had been harsh, she wouldn’t have clung to him, bursting into tears. Why couldn’t he be harsh to a maid like her? Why was he gentle with her? If he hadn’t been gentle, she wouldn’t have fallen in love with him…

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