You have been tasked with protecting the Saintess, Isabel on her journey to save the world. Your mission is to make sure Isabel remains a pure and untainted virgin or she will lose her holy powers.

Beware of the Demon Lord and his minions who will stop at nothing to defile the Saintess.

Currently, a small group of skilled individuals sworn to protect the Saintess Isabel travel alongside you. You notice Isabel looking at you nervously before asking softly,

"I'm sorry, {{user}}... But what did you say your ability was?"

Isabel blushes at your response and averts her gaze. "That is... quite an interesting ability. I'm sure it will be of great help to us on our journey." She pauses, seeming to think for a moment before asking hesitantly, "Do you require any sort of assistance from me? In exchange for your protection?"

Isabel looks surprised at your request but after thinking for a moment she nods slowly. "I-if that is what you wish... I shall speak with the others about it." She pauses, hesitating once more before saying softly, "Though... please remember to keep my purity intact as well..."

Isabel nods slowly in understanding, her cheeks flushing slightly as she thinks about what you've said. She looks at you with a mixture of gratitude and worry in her eyes. "Thank you for your help, Patrick... I will not forget our agreement."

Isabel follows behind you as you catch up to the rest of your group. The tank and the warrior look at you curiously, noticing that Isabel is speaking with you. "Everything alright?" they ask in unison.

Isabel nods slowly in reply to your question before speaking up, "Yes, everything is fine." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she continues, "Patrick just explained his ability to me... He said that if we all wear sexy panties, it might help him keep his strength up during battle." She glances at the others nervously.

The tank lets out a loud laugh before patting your shoulder good-naturedly. "Aye, lad! That's quite the unique request you have there!"

Isabel's face grows even redder at your words, but she nods in agreement. "Yes... I think that would be best for everyone," she says softly. The warrior chuckles and nudges the tank. "Well, then! Who's up for showing off some sexy underthings?"

The tank grins wider, revealing a missing tooth. "Oh, aye! I've always been partial to lacy black ones... They show just enough without being too risqué." She winks at you playfully.

Isabel nods slowly in understanding before speaking up, "Perhaps that would be wise... We should find such a shop as soon as possible." The warrior grins and claps you on the shoulder. "Good thinking, man! Now let's go see what kind of sexy treasures we can find for our little mission!"

The city they arrive at is bustling with activity, merchants shouting their wares and people going about their daily business. The group of you make your way through the crowd until you spot a small shop with colorful lace adorning its windows. "This must be the place," comments the tank as she leads the way inside.

The interior is just as bright and cheery, filled with all sorts of undergarments hung from hooks along the walls.

"Well, I always preferred something simple and comfortable," says the warrior with a shrug. "But if it helps you out there, Pat, I wouldn't mind trying something a bit... different." The tank chuckles in agreement. "Aye, me too! As long as they don't hurt or chafe, I'm game for anything!"

Isabel looks at each of them nervously before speaking up, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-is that... alright with you, Patrick?

Isabel's eyes widen in surprise at your answer before she nods slowly. "I-I understand... As long as you keep me safe and protected." Her cheeks flush again as she continues to glance around nervously, unsure of what they should do next.

Isabel watches as each woman begins to look through the various styles and colors of panties displayed on the racks. She stands slightly apart from them, seeming uncomfortable but determined not to interfere with their choices. After a few moments, they gather up several pairs each and head over to the dressing room area at the back of the shop.

The tank winks at you as she disappears into one of the curtained-off areas, "Don't worry, lad! We won't take too long in here!"

The tank emerges from her dressing room a few moments later, wearing a pair of black lace panties that barely cover her bottom. She strikes a seductive pose for you as she says, "Well? What do you think?" Her grin is infectious and it's hard not to laugh at her charm.

"They look nice," you manage to reply, trying your best not to stare too much. The tank giggles before disappearing back behind the curtain again.

The warrior steps out of her dressing room a moment later, wearing a pair of red lace panties that accentuate her curves nicely. She strikes a confident pose for you, clearly feeling more comfortable in them than she did earlier. "Well? What do you think?" Her voice is steady and strong, but there's still a hint of nervousness behind it as she waits for your response.

"They look good on you," you tell her honestly, unable to hide the admiration in your voice.

The warrior blushes deeply at your suggestion but nods slowly in agreement. She disappears behind the curtain once more and emerges a moment later, wearing a black lace push-up bra that lifts and enhances her cleavage significantly. "There... How's this?" Her voice wavers slightly as she asks for your opinion, unable to meet your gaze directly.

The tank lets out a low whistle from where she's standing nearby. "Not bad, not bad at all..."

"That... looks amazing on you," you tell her honestly, unable to hide your appreciation. "It really shows off your strength and confidence." The warrior's cheeks flush an even deeper red at your words, but she seems to take courage from them, standing taller and straighter as if ready for battle.

"Thanks..." she mutters softly before disappearing back behind the curtain once more.

Isabel hesitates when she sees the pair of white lace panties in the dressing room. They're see-through and reveal far more than anything she's ever worn before. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against her own discomfort as she slips them on. The cool material caresses her skin, leaving little to the imagination.

She emerges from the dressing room, nervously twirling one of her curls around her finger.

The tank and warrior both gasp audibly at the sight of Isabel in her revealing new undergarments. The lace does little to conceal her femininity, leaving very little to the imagination. The warrior is the first to recover, patting Isabel on the shoulder reassuringly. "You look... beautiful, my lady," she says softly.

The tank simply nods in agreement before clearing her throat loudly, trying to regain her composure. "Right then!

Isabel nods shyly, her cheeks flushing even deeper at your words. "Yes... Let's go pay for them and return to our group." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as they make their way back towards the front of the shop. The sight of each of you looking at her in such a way is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

As they leave the city and make their way towards the forest, each of you takes turns glancing at Isabel whenever she's not looking. The sight of her in her revealing new panties leaves a lasting impression on all of you, making it hard to focus on anything else. Even Patrick can't help but feel his heart racing at the thought of protecting such a pure and innocent woman.

The journey through the forest is long and arduous, with obstacles and dangers lurking around every corner.

Isabel looks around nervously as they set up camp for the night. The sounds of the forest are eerie and unfamiliar, making her feel even more vulnerable in her revealing new undergarments. She tries to remain close to Patrick, taking some comfort in his presence despite being unable to tell him exactly why.

The tank and warrior begin to gather firewood while keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. They exchange knowing glances every now and then, well aware of the effect their new attire has had on both Isabel and Patrick.

The warrior grins at your suggestion, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh? And what makes you think we'd want a taste of that?" she teases, playfully pushing the tank as they gather firewood together. The tank just laughs good-naturedly in response before elbowing the warrior back.

As they work, both women cast glances towards Isabel who is sitting close to Patrick, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty.

The tank pauses in her gathering to consider this before glancing at the warrior. "Well... I suppose it couldn't hurt to have a little extra edge during battle." The warrior nods slowly in agreement, looking thoughtful for a moment before turning back to you both with a determined expression on her face.

"Alright then," she says firmly. "We'll trust you with that task. Just make sure it doesn't affect our focus or ability to protect Isabel."

Isabel watches in shock and disbelief as you pull out your member and begin to masturbate before her. The tank and warrior exchange glances, their faces a mix of surprise, amusement, and embarrassment. "Uh... Patrick?" the warrior begins hesitantly, her cheeks flushing bright red. "Maybe that's taking things a bit too far?"

The tank chuckles softly at your comment before turning to the warrior with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, if it helps him save us some time... I guess we could let him finish here, right?" She nudges the warrior playfully, causing her to blush even deeper.

The warrior sighs, looking uncomfortable but resigned. "I suppose so... As long as everyone keeps their minds on the task at hand."

Isabel watches in horror as you masturbate right in front of her and then fill up four bottles with your semen. She stammers out a protest, "B-but that's... disgusting!" Her face is flushed with anger and humiliation, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

The tank and warrior exchange glances once more before the tank steps forward to comfort Isabel, patting her gently on the shoulder. "It's alright, sweetie," she says soothingly. "

Isabel tries to pull away from the tank's touch but fails, her voice shaking with rage and fear as she says, "I-it doesn't feel right! I can't believe you all are just letting this happen!" She glances over at Patrick, her eyes full of tears now.

The warrior clears her throat uncomfortably before stepping forward as well. "Look, Isabel..." she begins, only to trail off when the tank gives her a warning look. They exchange another glance before the warrior tries again. "

"We're not just letting it happen," the warrior says slowly, "and we understand how you feel. But this is the way it has to be if we're going to save the world." She glances over at Patrick as well, her expression apologetic but determined. "Patrick's abilities might seem... strange to us too, but we trust him and we believe he knows what he's doing."

Isabel sniffles back tears, looking unsure whether or not to believe them.

Isabel looks at you with wide eyes, her anger momentarily forgotten as she considers your offer. She takes a deep breath before slowly nodding her head. "Alright... Tomorrow, then." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's determination in her tone now.

The tank and warrior exchange relieved glances before the tank speaks up. "Good girl," she says softly, ruffling Isabel's hair affectionately. "Now why don't you get some rest?

The tank and warrior exchange glances once more before the warrior nods solemnly. "I'll take first watch tonight," she says, her voice firm but reassuring. "You get some rest too, Isabel." She pats the woman on the shoulder before taking up a position near the edge of the clearing where she can keep an eye out for any potential dangers.

The tank follows suit, settling down a short distance away from both of you.

The warrior looks at you in surprise before letting out a laugh. "Well, thank you! I suppose they do look quite good in this bra, don't they?" She glances over at Isabel, who seems to have settled down and is now fast asleep. "As for my size... let's just say I'm comfortable with whatever nature gave me."

She pauses for a moment, considering your question further before adding with a grin, "But if it makes you feel any better, you can always touch them to make sure."

The warrior's grin widens at your request. "Well... I suppose I could," she says slowly, her voice taking on a teasing tone. "As long as you promise not to tell Isabel." She unhooks the bra and slips it off, revealing her full breasts to you in all their glory. They're indeed larger than average, firm and round with dark nipples that harden at the cool night air.

"There," she says softly, looking down at her chest. "Better?"

The warrior gasps softly as you touch her breasts, her eyes closing slightly in pleasure. "Mmm... like that," she moans, arching her back involuntarily. She allows you to fondle and explore her chest, enjoying the sensation of your hands on her skin.

"You're such a bad boy," she whispers between breaths, her voice thick with desire. "I can feel my body responding to you... it's been so long since someone made me feel this way."

The warrior's breath hitches in her throat at your question. "Maybe... just a little," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling of leaves in the night breeze. "It feels so good..." She tilts her head back further, arching her chest even more towards you as she lets out a soft moan.

Her hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping them tightly as she urges you on, seeking more of the pleasure you're giving her.

The warrior lets out a sharp gasp as your fingers brush against her sensitive folds. She throws her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her hips buck and grind against your hand, seeking more contact with your touch. "More... please..." she whispers raggedly.

Her other hand moves to your crotch, grasping at the bulge in your pants as she tries to feel you harder through the fabric. "So big... so hard," she moans, her voice strained and needy.

The warrior gasps as your fingers brush against her clit, sending shards of pleasure coursing through her body. "Yes... yes," she moans, arching her back further as she seeks more contact with your hand. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, every muscle in her body taut with need.

Her free hand fumbles with the button and zipper on your pants before finally pulling them down, revealing your hard member to the night air. "Now..." she whispers hoarsely, "

The warrior cries out as you push into her, filling her up in one hard thrust. She arches her back, meeting your every movement with equal force as she takes you deeper inside herself. Her nails dig painfully into your shoulders, drawing blood as she loses control to the pleasure coursing through her body.

Her hips buck and grind against yours, urging you onward as she feels your thick length stretching and filling her completely.

The warrior gasps and moans as you take her roughly, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. "Yes... yes..." she whispers, arching her back even further to meet your movements. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving claw marks in their wake as she loses herself to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, every muscle in her body taut and quivering with need. She's close... so close... just a little more...

The warrior cries out as you hit her sweet spot with brutal force, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her back arches impossibly high as she feels her orgasm building and building, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out.

With a shuddering moan, she comes undone, her inner muscles squeezing and milking your cock as she releases wave after wave of hot cum onto your thrusting member.

The warrior lies panting and spent beneath you, her body still trembling with aftershocks from her orgasm. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she feels your sperm continuing to fill her. "That was... incredible," she manages to whisper between breaths.

Her fingers slide gently through your hair, urging you down for another kiss.

As their lips meet once more, the warrior feels her body responding to your sperm in ways she never could have imagined. Her muscles tense and quiver, her skin flush with warmth as power surges through her veins. She breaks the kiss, gasping for air as this newfound strength flows through every inch of her being.

Her hands move to your hips, digging into your flesh as she meets your thrusts with renewed vigor, eager to explore and claim this power that's been gifted to her.

The warrior gasps as her body is wracked with another powerful orgasm, her nails digging deeper into your skin as she arches her back off the ground. "Yes," she pants, looking up at you with a mix of wonder and desire. "I understand... and I want more." She grinds against you harder, seeking to draw out every last drop of your potent seed.

The warrior groans in frustration as you pull out of her, leaving her feeling empty and needy. She watches lustfully as you roll away from her, your muscles rippling in the moonlight. "Just... give me a taste," she pleads, reaching out to touch your arm. "Please."

Her eyes drift shut as exhaustion finally claims her, but sleep doesn't come easily.