Chapter 125 Fated battle of Saintess
Chapter 125: 125 Fated battle of Saintess
Squelchhhh.
The sight of the sword hilt vanishing into Eleonora’s asshole right before her eyes.
Until she witnessed Eleonora naturally lowering her hips to impale herself on the blade without a shred of hesitation, the Saintess had held onto a different thought.
Surely, someone must have forced it in from behind. That man, the one who degraded her to this state, must have shoved it in—and forced her to walk around with a sword plugged inside her.
For any normal person, this was the logical assumption, and the Saintess was no exception.
However, the moment she witnessed Eleonora swallowing the sword hilt with her own asshole, looking entirely too nonchalant about the act...
"S-She just... sluurp, swallowed it whole like a vacuum...?!"
The Saintess let out a ragged breath, staring at Eleonora as if possessed.
That sword was so heavy the Saintess couldn’t even lift it. Yet, Eleonora was sliding it into her asshole—without a hint of resistance.
—Like this... with just the clenching of my lewd asshole, trained by Master’s cock... Hnnngh... I-I will pull it out...♥
And the way she was talking!
Under normal circumstances, one would scoff, "Don’t be ridiculous," or scream, "Are you mocking me?!" But seeing her swinging her hips to manipulate the sword buried in her ass as if practicing swordsmanship...
The idea that this woman—with her impressive mound of platinum pubic hair—was not lying began to gain persuasive power.
—Hiii-eeeeek... P-Power... I must use more power...!!
"Ugh..."
It was a sight too obscene to watch with open eyes. Yet, even as the Saintess flushed crimson with shame, she could not tear her gaze away from Eleonora.
If she watched just a little longer, she felt she might remember who this was. Such a beautiful platinum-blonde woman was a rarity. She must be someone the Saintess knew, but who could it be?
—Traaaainnning...Hwaaaah♥
Just as she felt on the verge of realizing the identity, Eleonora’s incredibly vulgar moan rang out. Naturally, the Saintess’s attention shifted from the woman’s identity to the ’Brother’s Sword’ that Eleonora was struggling to embrace inside her body.
’Will it be pulled out? Can it be pulled out? By the power of a woman’s... th-that place...?! By her clenching?!’
Ploooop!!
—Nnghoooohk...?!!
Eleonora’s asshole, protruding sharply like a duck’s beak, tugged at the hilt with all its might. But with a filthy noise, her anus spat the metal back out. Even as it was defiled by the semen stored inside her gut, the Paladin’s sword stood firm in its place, unmoving.
"Haaah... I-It didn’t come out! Even though she pulled with such force!"
Who knew how many times she had repeated the process of insertion and extraction? The hilt glistened, slick with a mixture of semen and juices. The Saintess nodded firmly, cheering for the sword that was currently enduring all manner of hardships within Eleonora.
’That’s right. Even if it is merely a tool of war, you are still a sword of the Goddess. You would never be swayed by such a woman!’
Although its owner had departed to the Goddess’s side, the sword held its ground, noble and aloof, as if representing his will. One could not help but pay respects to its steadfastness.
—One more time... Nnnngh-hnnngh...♥
"H-Hang in there! You must remain strong! You must not be pulled out!"
A bizarre companionship formed between Eleonora, who was trying to uproot a sword with her asshole, and the Saintess, who was cheering for the sword. Though they were not in the same physical space, it was certain that anyone watching would agree: neither of these women was sane.
—Nnghooooh...♥
"Aaah!? You mustn’t shake! To be uprooted by a mere anus...?!"
Eleonora threw her head back toward the sky, panting like a dog with her tongue lolling out, her asshole desperately clenching around the hilt. Watching this, the Saintess began to unconsciously grind her thighs together.
—Come ouuut...!!!
"You must not be pulled out! If you succumb to the temptation of such an asshole, how can you call yourself a Holy Knight’s sword?! You must endure! No matter how l-lewd it feels, you must overcome it!"
When the sow screamed in ecstasy and tugged at the sword with her sphincter, the Saintess watched the sow’s asshole with a racing heart, shouting encouragement.
’I cannot allow that sword to be defiled by the sin of lust, following in the footsteps of the Brother! Even if it is already a mess from that woman’s urine! As a Saintess of the Church, it is my duty to witness this battle!’
It was the world’s filthiest showdown between a sow and the Church, a match that made the pussy of the watching female sweat with tension.
However, even though she wasn’t physically there, perhaps the Saintess’s desperate prayers reached the blade. After struggling and whining for a long time, her massive breasts trembling with effort, Eleonora huffed and spoke.
—You still won’t come out? Just a mere sword! Even if I drove you into the ground with my own strength... to think you can withstand the grip of the glorious Sow Knight of the Master, Eleonora... I acknowledge you as a worthy adversary. I shall use my full power...!!
Gulp!
’’F-Full power...?!’’
Full power? Did that mean what she had shown so far wasn’t her best? Although her appearance was obscenely lewd, the woman’s spirit did not lag behind that of the Holy Knights who served the Goddess. Her courage and steadfastness in facing the challenge again and again were truly like a noble lion befitting that platinum hair.
To think she would speak of ’full power’—what greater depravity did she intend to display?
Gulp!
The Saintess watched with bated breath as Eleonora began to rotate her hips in circles atop the sword, determined to end this once and for all.
The will left behind by the departed dead and the will of a lewd beast were about to clash right before her eyes.
"You absolutely must not lose. I will cheer for you like this, so you must never be defeated by her!"
At some point, the Saintess had stopped seeing Eleonora as a soul to be saved and accepted her as an enemy. Just as the Saintess’s desperate prayers reached their peak and Eleonora’s battle for her honor and pride as a Sow Knight was about to reach its climax—
Knock, Knock, Knock.
"Hiieek?!"
The Saintess shrank back like a frightened squirrel at the sudden sound of someone knocking on her office door.
"Saintess? Are you there?"
"C-Christia?! You returned... Ah! This is not the time! Right now, a very important battl..."
—Aaaaaaahng! Master! Maaasteeeer!!
—Tighten it! Tighten it harder!
—Kiiiieeeeek?!
"Huh? Eh?"
A moan?
Where did the destined battle go?
The Saintess stared blankly, her confusion turning to absurdity, as she watched the situation unfold. Rafe had appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Eleonora by the hips, and was now rutting into her savagely.
—Didn’t I tell you to hang the blankets properly?! You got so horny all by yourself that you let them fall in the dirt?! Huh?!
—I’m sowwwyyyyy! I’m sorry for being a useless sow who failed her mission and failed her asshole training!!
Blankets? The Saintess hurriedly shifted her gaze away from Eleonora. Sure enough, in the direction the man—whose face was obscured—was looking, the laundry that had been hanging on the line at Rafe’s command was now rolling on the ground.
It seemed that while Eleonora was enjoying herself, the wind had blown them onto the dirt.
—Is saying sorry enough?! I really have to punish you today!
—Yes! Yeeeeesss! P-Punish meeee! Master’s sow, this vulgar sow who is useless for anything but craving cock, must be punisheeeed...♥
In an instant, the sword Eleonora had been standing over became a mere prop. She bent over, using it for support, while the chair became a handle for her hands. Rafe ruthlessly pounded his cock deep into the very asshole where the fierce battle had just taken place.
Every time Rafe’s hips slammed—Pah!—into her, clear love juices poured from Eleonora’s pussy, making a mess of the sword beneath her.
It ended like this? So futilely?
—How are we supposed to sleep later with that mess! What are we going to cover ourselves with, what will we lay on!
—I-I am Master’s bed and blanket, so why worry about such—Nnnngh-hiiiik...?!
—You still haven’t come to your senses?! Stop playing around and clamp down with all your strength! How can I use a hole this loose?!
—Yeeeesss! I will tighten! I will atone to your cock with this sow assholeeeeee...!
—Atone to me, not the cock!!
—Hiiieeeeeeek...♥
Without a winner or a loser, it ended so emptily?
Ignoring Christia’s continued knocking and questions, the Saintess couldn’t help but scream out in frustration.
"That’s cowardly! Unfair! The match wasn’t even decided yet! To make that woman urinate on the brothers’ sword...! To desecrate their will in such a filthy manner!"
Of course, the sword had been grimy with Eleonora’s piss from the start, and every scene she had watched was filthy enough to leave a lasting trauma on anyone’s life. But she had been so immersed in what could be called a fated battle.
The Saintess believed the sword was in that wretched state because of the urine spurting out in rhythm with the man’s waist movements. She muttered furiously, venting her rage at Rafe for interrupting the battle between the Sow and the Church.
But whether the Saintess screamed or not...
The cries of a heat-stricken sow echoed across the battlefield where there was no victor and no vanquished. Fearing she might be exposed to that corrupting energy from Rafe again, the Saintess hurriedly cut the connection to the crystal ball.
"Saintess! Please answer me! Is something wrong?! Is there a problem with your health?!"
"N-No! It’s nothing! I am fine!!"
Perhaps it was ’time over’ for both sides.
The Saintess quickly hid the crystal ball in her desk drawer and stood up.
And then.
"Oh, oh my... I don’t believe it. Was I so immersed in the... battle... that I... leaked...?!"
She didn’t know when she had lost control, but feeling the damp, sticky sensation spreading from her crotch, the Saintess flustered. To calm Christia, who sounded ready to break down the door, she covered her burning face and rushed awkwardly toward the entrance.