“It was a dangerous situation, Lord Commander,” Semiramis stated, her disapproving tone echoing in our quarters.
Sneaking into a castle and then threatening the king was indeed perilous. But I hadn’t done it recklessly. My confidence in my abilities assured me I could accomplish what I wanted.
“Who cares. I will take Medea and then we’ll meet the so-called Heroes of Kastoria,” I said, slipping on a simple coat for the evening gathering the king had arranged. Everything else I needed was safely stored in my ring.
“But you have to first take the Golden Fleece,” Semiramis reminded me.
“That won’t be a big problem,” I shrugged. There was supposedly a dragon guarding it if the myths were accurate. Could I defeat a dragon? I had no idea, but I’d find out soon enough. I wasn’t leaving without Medea—she was my first weapon against the Divine Knights.
I glanced at Semiramis, still clad in her armor. “Are you going to attend like this?” I asked.
“Yes. We shouldn’t lower our guards, Lord Samael,” she replied seriously.
“That’s exactly what I want them to think. They need to believe we’re careless and reckless. It will be easier to take them by surprise,” I said with a neutral expression. “Now, wear an appropriate dress.”
“I… I don’t have a dress for such occasions with me…” Semiramis stammered, her red eyes darting around, clearly embarrassed.
I had noticed her overly serious demeanor from the start. She seemed inexperienced with social situations. Drawing a white dress from my ring, I held it out to her.
It was a beautiful, divine dress—one of Khione’s dresses. I had kept it as a memento after fucking her hardly back then and kept it as memento after washing it. Semiramis’s eyes widened in amazement at its beauty.
“Wear this,” I instructed, tossing the dress to her.
“R… Right,” Semiramis reluctantly agreed, her hesitation dissolving under my gaze.
I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted them to lower their guards. The king was a fool, and I intended to exploit his idiocy to get away with everything I wanted.
“Where are you going?” I asked as I saw Semiramis heading for the door.
“I need a place to change my clothes,” she replied.
“No, do it here. Let’s stay together,” I said.
“W…what? But I need to change my clothes…” Semiramis was confused.
“Do it here,” I repeated, my expression impassive.
Semiramis gripped the white dress tightly and nodded. “Fine… but please turn around.”
So she was shy, huh?
I had lost some sense of shame and understanding after fucking with, my teacher, Amelia, and Courtney, it must be that.
I turned around and waited.
The sounds of her armor being unclasped, the dress being unbuttoned, and pants being removed filled the room. It was surprisingly erotic. My body responded, and I wondered if I was that deprived of sex. I was a teenager after all, and it would be a lie to say I wouldn’t consider fucking Semiramis if the opportunity arose. Eventually, I would need her on my side.
After all she was an important Commande of Tenebria.
“It’s over,” she said after a while.
I turned around and was momentarily speechless. It was Khione’s dress, so anyone would look stunning in it, but Semiramis was truly beautiful. The dress accentuated her elegance and strength, making her look both divine and formidable.
Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her red, demonic slit eyes met mine with a hint of embarrassment. Her black horn gleamed in the dim light, adding to her enigmatic allure. Her most striking feature, however, was her chest—larger than Khione’s, making the dress fit tightly and offering a tantalizing glimpse of her bountiful cleavage.
Seeing my eyes linger on her breasts, Semiramis crossed her arms over her chest. “W-we should leave,” she stammered, turning away.
“Wait,” I called out, stopping her.
“Hm? W-what?” she asked, her voice tinged with nervousness.
“Don’t move,” I commanded, placing a firm hand on her shoulder and turning her to face me.
“L-Lord Samael… what are you doing?” Semiramis asked, her voice trembling.
“You have a beautiful back,” I whispered, my fingers tracing her spine as I brushed her dark hair aside.
“Hnn~”
Semiramis let out a lewd noise as my cold fingers grazed her warm skin. She attempted to pull away, but I held her firmly.
“Lord Samael… they… they are waiting for us,” she protested weakly.
“You aren’t resisting as much as I expected,” I muttered, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her closer. My hardened arousal pressed against her, just above her ass.
Semiramis’s body shivered at the contact, her skin growing warmer under my touch. “T-that… we have to leave!” she insisted, sounding more forceful yet strangely hesitant.
Her reaction intrigued me, and an idea began to form in my mind, one that brought a smirk to my lips. “You smell nice as well,” I murmured, inhaling her scent at her neck.
I wondered how far she would let this go. My lips traced her neck, and then I bit down, sucking on her skin.
“Hmnnnl!”
I felt a thrill as I sucked harder.
“Ahnn!”
Semiramis let out a cute moan, completely out of character for her usual calm demeanor. I pulled back, observing the mark I had left on her neck.
The area where I had bitten quickly turned red, promising to leave a noticeable hickey. Seeing Semiramis nearly teary from the intense sensation, I felt an overwhelming desire to corrupt her further.
“Bend over,” I whispered, positioning her in front of the bed.
“L..Lord Samael… please, not now…” she muttered, her voice filled with a mix of reluctance and something else.
Not now?
Her words confirmed my theory. She was willing but understood this wasn’t the right moment. Still, I wanted to see more of her vulnerable side.
“Bend over, Semiramis,” I repeated, placing a hand on her neck and gently pushing her forward.
She didn’t resist. She obediently bent over, supporting herself with both hands on the bed, her face flushed a deep crimson.
In this position, with her ass perfectly presented, a mischievous smile spread across my face. “Hmnnn~!” Semiramis groaned as I groped her ass.
“You’ve got a good ass for a knight, Semiramis,” I whispered, my words dripping with sweetness.
Her ears turned red at the compliment. It was easy to read her—someone who had grown up to become a knight, probably devoid of romantic experiences. Her demeanor likely kept men at bay, making her doubt her own attractiveness. Women like her, regardless of who says it, feel good when someone praises their body. Perhaps this was another reason she didn’t strongly deny me.
This only turned me on more.
Moreover, the dress she wore had already been tainted with my semen when it belonged to Khione. The urge to fuck Semiramis right there was becoming unbearable.
My hand traced her back, hips, and ass. Grabbing the skirt of her dress, I was ready to pull it up and reveal her ass and pussy, but—
A knock interrupted us, and the door opened.
“Lord?” A maid entered, her eyes widening at the sight of me standing behind Semiramis, who was bent over the bed. Her cheeks flushed a deep red.
“S-sorry, I—”
“We are coming. Tell your King,” I cut her off abruptly.
“Y-yes!!” she stammered and scurried away immediately.
After she left, I looked at Semiramis’s trembling body. A true virgin.
“A shame, but I will have to postpone your creampie,” I said, slapping her ass lightly.
“Hahn!” she gasped, her body jolting from the impact.
I zipped up her dress and stepped back, giving her space to compose herself. She stood up, still red-faced and breathing heavily, her eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and something else—something that hinted at desire and confusion.
“Let’s go,” I said, my voice firm. “We have a party to attend.”
“Y..yes…”