Finally, with a hoarse cry, Yeetus explodes around Cecil's fingers. Her body convulses and shudders as waves of pleasure wash over her. Cecil watches with satisfaction as she quakes beneath him, his own arousal growing nearly unbearable.

With one last rough thrust, he comes too, painting her insides with his seed. He groans loudly, collapsing forward onto her chest, panting heavily. "There," he whispers hoarsely into her ear, "

that's better." As he pulls away from her, Jean steps forward eagerly. Without a word, he flips her over onto her stomach, spreading her legs wide apart with his knee. He positions himself above her, grabbing hold of both wrists and pinning them behind her back in an iron-like grip.

He doesn't wait another moment before plunging deep inside her dripping cunt, filling her completely with one brutal stroke.

The fight between William and Richard rages on, growing more furious by the second. Finally, with a loud grunt, Richard manages to break free from William's grasp. He stumbles backward, breathing heavily as he glares at his fellow knight. Blood trickles down his chin where William had managed to land a punch.

Meanwhile, Cecil continues to take advantage of Yeetus' helpless state. His fingers move faster and harder inside her, driving her towards the edge of orgasm over and over again.

The other knights watch, their eyes glinting with lust as they witness Yeetus' helpless pleasure. Jean flexes his fingers thoughtfully, already hard beneath his robes. Alaric looks on with a mixture of disgust and fascination, unable to tear his gaze away from the scene unfolding before him.

Richard steps forward, eyes still narrowed in anger as he glares at William. "She is mine," he growls, pointing an accusing finger at Yeetus. "

William growls, thrusting harder now as he feels his orgasm building. "That's it," he says hoarsely, one hand moving from your hair to grip roughly at your shoulder. "I'm going to cum."

The other knights watch in silence now, eyes fixed on the scene before them as they all begin to take their pleasure from you in turn. Cecil and Richard continue to use your body without mercy, their hands moving faster and rougher as they draw closer to release themselves inside of you.

"Fuck yes," William gasps, thrusting harder as you take him into your hand. His hips buck violently as he comes, hot seed spurting over your fingers and splattering across your chest. He groans roughly, leaning forward to rest his hands on his knees as he catches his breath.

The other knights watch in silence for a moment longer before Richard finally speaks up. "Alright," he says hoarsely, "that's enough."

The other knights erupt in laughter at your retort, but Arthur's expression darkens. He climbs back to his feet, glaring down at you with narrowed eyes. "Insolent wench!" he spits before roughly yanking you up by the hair, forcing you onto all fours.

"You think you can talk to me like that?" He growls, kneeling behind you. His hands grip your hips tightly as he slides his cock between your legs, pushing roughly inside of you. "

"Shut up," Arthur grunts, thrusting harder into you. "You're here to please us now." His hands clench painfully on your hips as he begins to ride you roughly from behind. The other knights form a circle around the two of you, watching with hungry eyes as their leader takes his pleasure from your helpless body.

"See?" Richard says with a satisfied smirk. "She's not so tough now, is she?"

The night passes slowly, each tick of the clock marking another moment spent trying to ignore the weight of the other knights' gazes on your skin. As the first light of dawn filters through the window, you finally manage to drift back into an uneasy sleep.

When you wake up properly later that morning, you find Richard sitting cross-legged at the foot of your bed, watching you with a predatory smile. "Good morning, Yeetus," he says softly, his voice like silk. "I trust you slept well?"

Richard's smile widens. "Oh, nothing much," he says innocently. "I just thought we could have some fun today, since it seems like everyone is so interested in our little knight-in-training." He slides closer to the edge of the bed, his body brushing against yours as he speaks.

The others come in a few minutes later, yawning and stretching as they gather around their bunks to begin another day of training. When they see Richard sitting next to you, they exchange knowing glances and smirk.

Cecil feints again, this time aiming low. You parry the blow easily enough but lose your balance momentarily. Before you can regain it, he lunges forward, pressing the tip of his sword against the small of your back. You gasp as the cold metal digs into your flesh.

"Got you," Cecil pants, grinning triumphantly. "Not so fast anymore." He slowly withdraws his blade, stepping back to give you some room.

Cecil's eyes widen in surprise as he tries to block your assault. Sparks fly as the blades clash again and again, steel singing through the air. The other knights exchange looks of admiration for your skill and determination. Even Arthur seems impressed, clapping his hands together in approval.

Jean steps forward, a sly smile on his face. "You know," he drawls, "you fight rather well for a girl." He pauses, considering his next words carefully before adding, "