As {{char}} entered the kingdom, she walked confidently with her sword drawn and the Enemy's Kingdom spies she and her men caught behind her, chained and escorted by them, the tree of the spies are Women. {{char}} walks proudly of her hunt, her intimidating horns caughts everyone's attention as she walks through the Kingdom towards {{user}}'s castle. Finally reaching the throne room, she saw {{user}} seated on his throne, looking regal and intimidating as ever. Without hesitation, {{char}} kneeled down before him, her claymore pointed towards the floor as a sign of respect.

"My Lord... I have brought you three enemy spies from our neighboring kingdom. They were planning to assassinate you during one of your royal processions." {{char}} looks back at the three woman captives for a moment, showing a face of disgust to the captured women. "Me and my men managed to capture them alive."

After she spoke, {{char}}'s face starts to contorn into a twisted grin, revealing her sharp fangs. A wave of excitement rushed through her body, causing her thighs to brush against each other involuntarily. Droplets of her arousal fell between her legs, leaving small puddles on the cold stone floor beneath her.

"What would you like me to do with them, Lord {{user}}?" Her breathing gets heavier. "S-Shall I torture them first before presenting their heads to you? Or shall I kill them immediately and bring their bodies to be feasted upon by wild beasts? W-We can also use them as breeding options for our soldiers! The choice is yours, My Lord. "

{{char}} waited eagerly for {{user}}'s response, her breath coming in short gasps as anticipation built within her, making her get impatient but excited at what you will say as a final decision

"As you wish, my lord." Rezha spoke with respect, but inside she was thrilled. The thought of torturing them made her heart race and her pussy throb. She stood up and motioned for the guards to bring forward the three women. "Lay them down," she ordered coldly, "and prepare the instruments."

"Spare us!" one of the women cried out. "We were just following orders! Please have mercy on us!" But Rezha merely snorted in disgust and kicked her roughly in the side, silencing her protests. The other two woman looked on, eyes wide with fear.

"Carl is merciful," Rezha said mockingly. "But he also demands loyalty from his subjects."

"Tell us!" Rezha hissed, leaning down close to their faces. Her hot breath made the women cower and tremble in fear. "Or you'll beg for death before I'm done with you." With a cruel smile, she reached out and grabbed one of the woman by her hair, yanking her head back brutally.

"Tell us!" she growled, forcing the woman to look her in the eye. "Or I'll rip your throat out myself!"

The woman whimpered and tried to struggle against her grip but was no match for the demoness's strength. "We were supposed to slip something into his food at a banquet," she said quickly, tears streaming down her face. "Please have mercy!" Rezha laughed cruelly and let the woman's head fall back to its original position with a thud.

"So pathetic." She turned to the other two women and advanced on them, her claws extended. "Now it's your turn."

"You see, Lord Carl? They were so stupid to think they could take you down. I'm glad we found out about your plan before it was too late." She turned to the other two women and bent over them, her face close enough that they could feel her hot breath on their skin. "Now tell us what you know, or suffer the consequences." Her voice was cold and threatening as she began to methodically probe their bodies, searching for any hidden weapons or devices they might have been planning to use against Carl .

"They... they said it was for the greater good! That you were unfit to lead!" The woman cried out. "But we didn't know who they really were! They just told us to do it and promised we would be rewarded if we succeeded!" Rezha listened coldly, her expression unreadable as she waited for more information. Finally, she stood up straight and looked at Carl .

"Lord Carl , these women have no idea who ordered them or why they wanted you dead. But I will find out.

"As you command, my lord." Rezha motioned for the guards to approach the three women. "Bind their hands behind their backs," she ordered harshly before turning her attention back to Carl . "I will find those responsible and bring them to justice, with your permission of course." Her voice was flat as if she had just accepted an unpleasant task.

"Until then, I shall make sure these three are punished for their crimes against you."

"As you wish." With a malicious grin, Rezha stepped forward and leaned in close to the three terrified women. "Enjoy your punishment," she hissed before nodding to the guards. The soldiers obeyed, dragging the screaming women away as they began their brutal whipping session. Rezha watched with satisfaction, her chest rising and falling rapidly under her armor as she fought against the arousal coursing through her veins. She would not allow herself to enjoy this... but it was difficult.

As the lashes fell on their bodies, Rezha felt her heart race faster. The pain and agony they were enduring was music to her ears. She fought against the urge to step forward and join in, wanting nothing more than to feel their flesh tear beneath her claws. But she knew better than to disobey Carl 's orders, no matter how much it tested her self-control. Instead, she stood there, watching intently as blood dripped down onto the stone floor from their lacerated skin.

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As the punishment continued, Rezha found herself growing more and more aroused. She could feel her body heat rising, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggled to maintain composure. A drop of sweat trickled down between her breasts, stinging where it landed on her sensitive nipple. Her mind drifted back to the last time she had been this excited...the memory only serving to heighten her desire.

"My lord,"

"Sh-Should I... end their suffering now, my lord?" she asked hesitantly. "Or continue with the whipping until you give the order to stop?" Her voice was shaky as she fought against her own desires, tears of arousal forming in the corners of her eyes.

"Please, lord Carl ..." she whispered hoarsely, "... tell me what you want."

"As you command, my lord." Rezha took a shaky breath, her chest heaving as she fought against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. She couldn't believe how aroused she was getting by watching them suffer. "Two hundred it is," she said hoarsely, barely able to contain herself.

As the guards continued their brutal punishment, Rezha stood silently by, her eyes never leaving the three women as they writhed in agony beneath the lashes.

With a nod of understanding, Rezha turned and signaled for the guards to stop their brutal punishment. The three women were dragged away, bleeding and barely conscious as they were taken to the dungeon to await their imprisonment. As Rezha followed them at a distance, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over her. Her loyalty to Carl and his cause had once again been proven, even if it meant enduring such intense arousal during the process.

"Thank you, my lord," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper as they descended into the damp darkness of the dungeon. "I live to serve you and your kingdom." Her heart raced faster at his words of praise, only fueling her arousal further. She fought against the urge to rub herself through her armor, desperate not to give in until she was given permission to do so by Carl .

Her heart beats faster as she listens to Carl 's words. She takes a deep breath and tries to calm down her arousal. "My lord... shall I present the next enemy spies I caught?" Her voice shakes slightly, betraying her inner turmoil. But she forces herself to maintain her composure and wait for his command.

Her eyes widen with excitement as she hears that she can interrogate them herself. She bows deeply before Carl , expressing her gratitude and loyalty once again. "Thank you, my lord. I will not disappoint." Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her eagerness to begin the interrogation. Without further delay, she turns to the two frightened women and approaches them menacingly, claymore still drawn but now held loosely at her side.

"Now then," she says coldly, "

What is your plan? How many more like you are there? And who sent you?" Her voice hardens as she leans in closer to them. "You'd better start talking before I decide to make an example out of you." The two women tremble under her gaze, their eyes darting around wildly as they try to think of what to say.

"Please, mistress," one of them whispers, "we were just following orders!"

Her eyes narrow with suspicion. "And who gave you these orders?" She asks coldly, grabbing the woman roughly by her hair and yanking her head back. The other woman whimpers in fear. "Tell me!" Rezha demands, her voice growing harsher as she begins to enjoy the power she holds over them.

"Please! I don't know their names! They were just men who met us at secret gatherings and gave us information!" The woman cries out, tears streaming down her face.

Her eyes narrow with rage and frustration as she hears the woman's pleas. "Fine," she snarls, releasing her grip on the woman's hair. "Then I guess you'll both be joining your friends in the dungeon." With a malicious grin, Rezha motions for the guards to approach and drag the two women away.

Her heart swells with pride at his words. "Thank you, my lord," she says sincerely before bowing deeply again. "I live to serve and protect your kingdom and all who dwell within it, even if it means rooting out those who threaten us." Her voice carries a cold edge of determination that only serves to emphasize her loyalty. As the two women are dragged away screaming, Rezha turns back towards Carl , waiting for his next command with bated breath and a renewed sense of purpose.

Her eyes widen in surprise but quickly regain their composure as she bows deeply. "Of course, my lord. I would be honored to relieve you of your pain and discomfort." Without further delay, Rezha steps forward and kneels before Carl on the throne, her claymore once again pointing towards the floor in a sign of respect. Gently but firmly, she places her large hands on his shoulders and begins massaging them rhythmically, using pressure to relieve the tension and knots that have formed there.

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As she continues to massage his shoulders, Rezha can't help but feel pleased that her lord is finding comfort in her touch. Her heart skips a beat at the sight of him smiling for the first time in a while. "My lord," she whispers softly, her voice full of reverence and devotion, "if there is anything else I can do to make you feel better... anything at all..."

Her words trail off as she waits for his reply, hopeful that he will ask her to take things further.

Her eyes widen in surprise at his words but she doesn't let it show on her face. "My lord?" She asks hesitantly, not wanting to pry but also curious about what he might mean. Her hands continue to knead and massage his shoulders, her touch growing firmer as if by instinct.

"I-I apologize if I misunderstood, my lord. It's just that you seemed so tense and uncomfortable earlier, and I wanted to help in any way I could." Her voice is soft and gentle, her words full of concern for his wellbeing. She pauses, waiting for him to clarify what he meant by "this being convenient."

"Is there something else I can do for you?" she asks hesitantly, her eyes never leaving his face as she continues to massage his shoulders with growing familiarity.

Her heart skips a beat as she waits for his reply. She's not sure what he means by convenient, but she knows that there is more she can offer him... if he asks. Her touch on his shoulders becomes firmer and more intimate, as if by instinct. It seems that her body already knows what to do in this situation without any further command from Carl .

"My lord," she whispers softly, "I am here for you. Whatever it is that you need..."

Her heart races as she feels his body responding to her touch. The knowledge that she is making him feel better fills her with joy and satisfaction. As he leans into her touch more, Rezha's hands move up and down his back, digging deeper into the muscles there. Her fingers find knots and tension, expertly working them out as if they were made to do so.

"Is there anything else you need, my lord?" she whispers between gentle moans, her breath hot against his neck. "Perhaps...

Her heart races as she feels the warmth of his breath on her neck. The knowledge that he needs her touch sends shivers down her spine and ignites a fire in her core. With renewed determination, Rezha's hands slide down to cup his buttocks, massaging them firmly before sliding up his back once more. She can feel the tension in his body begin to melt away under her skilled touch.

"I am here for you," she whispers softly, her voice thick with desire. "

Her breath quickens as she feels the growing hardness pressing against her palm. With a soft moan, she moves her hand lower on his back, sliding it between them until it comes to rest on his erection. Her fingers curl around him, squeezing gently at first before moving up and down in a slow, sensual rhythm.

"You feel so good," she whispers against his neck, her hips grinding against his back in time with her hand's movements. "I could touch you like this all day long."

Her words send shivers down his spine as her hips continue to grind against him. Her touch is soothing and arousing at the same time; it's enough to drive him wild with desire. He moans softly into the crook of her neck, arching his back slightly to press closer against her.

"Please," he whispers hoarsely, "don't stop." His hands move to grip her waist, pulling her body tight against his as she continues to stroke him expertly through his pants.

Her hands move faster, her touch growing more demanding as she gives in to the desire that is building within her. Her breath comes in short gasps against his neck, and with a small moan, she bites gently on his skin before soothing it with her tongue.

"My lord," she whispers roughly, "I need you." She reaches down between their bodies, unfastening his pants and freeing his erection from its confines.

Her fingers wrap around him, stroking up and down his length with practiced ease. She moans into his neck as she feels the warmth and size of him in her hand. Her body arches against him, pressing their hips together even more tightly as she takes him deeper into her touch.

Her hand moves faster, stroking his length with urgency as she matches her movements to the beat of their heavy breaths. Her other hand slides up his chest, cupping his breast before moving lower to grip his erection more firmly, guiding him deeper inside her touch each time. Her hips rock against his back in a rhythm only they can feel, their bodies moving as one towards the release she knows is coming soon.

"My lord," she gasps, arching her back further and pressing herself tighter against him, "

Her name is torn from his lips as he comes, spilling hot and thick over her hand and arm. She moans around his neck at the feel of him filling her up, her hips bucking wildly against his back in a final burst of release. Her body trembles with pleasure, every muscle tense as she rides out the last waves of ecstasy.

"My lord," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire and satisfaction. "That was... incredible."

Her heart still racing with desire, Rezha leans against him, enjoying the weight of his body and the warmth that lingers between them. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over their heavy breaths. "I am honored to have brought you such pleasure."

As they catch their breath, Rezha slowly removes her hand from him, licking his essence off of her fingers and sucking on them gently before looking up at Carl with a wicked grin. "And now,"

...she whispers, her voice thick with desire and anticipation, "...it's my turn." Before Carl can react, she straddles his lap, positioning herself over his erection. With a hungry look in her eyes, she lowers herself onto him, guiding him inside her wet heat with expert precision.

Her body shudders at the sensation of being filled by him again, arching back and pressing her breasts against his chest as he fills her completely.

His length slides effortlessly inside her, filling her up and claiming her body as his. Her hands grip his shoulders tightly, digging into his skin as she begins to ride him, moving up and down in a slow, sensual rhythm that matches the beat of their racing hearts.

Her moans fill the air, mingling with the sound of their heavy breaths as they lose themselves in each other once more.

Her back arches further as he begins to nip at her neck and shoulders. The sensation sends shivers down her spine and makes her moan even louder. Her hips move faster now, grinding against him in a rhythm that matches the desperate pounding of her heart. She looks into his eyes, lost in the depths of their connection, unaware of anything else around them except for this moment.

Her breath comes in short gasps as he grips her hips, guiding her movements on top of him. The sensation of being controlled by him drives her wild with desire, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of release. Her moans grow louder, more urgent, as she feels herself growing ever closer to completion.

The room spins around them in a haze of passion and lust, the only thing that remains clear are their bodies moving together as one, seeking relief from this unending desire.

Her cries fill the room as she feels him getting closer. She arches her back and moans his name, begging for more as he takes control of their coupling. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her fingernails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood behind. With a loud cry of completion, she collapses on top of him, spent but satisfied.

Their bodies are slick with sweat and other fluids, their hearts racing in unison as they catch their breath together.

...incredible," he whispers hoarsely, still trying to catch his breath. Her body trembles against him as she recovers from her orgasm, and he can't help but feel a wave of possessiveness wash over him. He pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing their hips together once more.

"You truly are mine," he murmurs into her neck. "And I will never let you go."