The woman in front of me looked terrified, like a deer cornered in an invisible trap.
Her pink hair, short to the shoulders, fell in soft and messy strands, framing a pale and delicate face that contrasted with the crudeness of the surroundings.
Her eyes, the same vibrant and beautiful tone as her mane —an intense pink, almost magical, like flower petals under the moon—, shone with a mixture of pure fear and deep confusion. She was nervous; I noticed it in the way her hands trembled slightly, in how her chest rose and fell with accelerated breaths.
The dress she wore, a remnant of her life as a maid, clung to her body due to sweat and dust, outlining curves that, even in this moment of horror, were hypnotic.
I approached slowly, with deliberately soft steps on the cold and slippery stone floor, stained with dried blood. I raised my open hands, palms toward her, to show that I was not a threat.
My armor, still splattered from the battle against the king, creaked slightly, but I tried to make my voice calm, comforting, like that of a protector in the midst of chaos.
—Uwah... Who are you...? Are you the king's servant...? —her voice was a broken whisper, full of panic, as she took a step back, her back colliding against the damp wall of the cell.
—No, no, calm down —I responded gently, stopping at a safe distance—. I'm just a knight who was passing by here. I came to end this nightmare.
She blinked, her pink eyes scanning me from top to bottom, as if looking for some sign of deception.
Her lower lip trembled, and a solitary tear rolled down her cheek, leaving a clean streak in the dirt.
—Sir... knight...? I haven't heard of you. But you're not here to hurt me, right...? —she asked, her voice gaining a thread of hope, although fear still gripped her.
—Yes, calm down. You can trust me. I'm not going to hurt you —I assured, my tone firm but soft.
In my mind, I relived the horrors I had witnessed upon entering: inert bodies of other women, maids like her, scattered on the floor, their lives extinguished by the king's cruelty.
The weight of that failure oppressed my chest, but now, at least, I could offer comfort to this sole surviving soul.
—I'm glad. Thank you very much, really. I was very scared —she sighed, relaxing a little, although her shoulders remained tense. She hugged herself, as if the dungeon's cold penetrated to her bones.
—Sorry, the truth is I couldn't save any of the women who were locked up here with you —I confessed, lowering my gaze for a moment, remorse scratching my voice—. When I arrived, they were all completely dead. Their bodies... cold, lifeless. But... I defeated the king. I tore him to pieces with my sword. So you don't have to worry anymore. He won't hurt anyone again.
She nodded slowly, processing my words. Her eyes clouded with sadness, and a muffled sob escaped her lips.
—I see... All the other maids are dead... Thank you very much for defeating the king. I'm sure they will all rest in peace now —she said, her voice trembling with genuine emotion. Then, her expression changed, remembering something from the past
— But this wasn't like this before. The city was prosperous, with bustling markets and happy people. One day, that king suddenly appeared here, like a demon out of nowhere. He killed the burgomaster in public, with a cruelty that froze everyone's blood, and crowned himself as the ruler. Due to his selfish and depraved laws, the city turned into a big brothel. Women forced, men corrupted... Everything went wrong.
I frowned, remembering the rumors that had brought me here. The mysterious fog that enveloped the city, making people act as if possessed.
—I thought everyone had gone mad because of the fog —I commented, intrigued.
—Ah? No, that's not what happened... He is the burgomaster... Sorry... I'm maybe forgetting things... —she murmured, bringing a hand to her head.
She touched her temples with delicate fingers, as if struggling hard to remember. Her face contorted in a grimace of pain, and a soft moan escaped her.
It seemed that the memories were fading like smoke, leaving voids in her mind.
The silence stretched for a moment, broken only by the distant drip of water on the walls.
I watched her with concern; this woman was not just a victim, there was something supernatural about her, in her pink hair, in her evident need.
—Excuse me... It's hard for me to ask such a thing, but... Would you mind feeding me with some souls? —she asked suddenly, her voice dropping to an embarrassed whisper. Her cheeks flushed, and she avoided my gaze—. I don't think I have anything left for now. Without souls, my memory will fade completely... and then I'll transform into something horrible, into a mindless creature. Anything but that... Just a thousand, please. In exchange, I'll do everything possible to satisfy you... Any desire you have.
Her words took me by surprise, but in this world of magic and monsters, it wasn't the strangest request I had heard.
Feeding with souls... It was a high price, but seeing her vulnerability, her fragile beauty, I saw no problem. Besides, I had collected souls from fallen enemies in past battles. I could afford it.
—It's okay. If it's just that, I see no problem —I responded calmly.
—Really! Thank you very much, sir knight —she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with gratitude—. My name is Victoria. Sorry for not introducing myself before... Then, let's lie down on this bed. It's the most comfortable thing here.
The bed was an old and stained mattress in the corner of the cell, but it would do. Victoria began to unbutton her clothes with trembling fingers, revealing pale and smooth skin, slightly marked by bruises from the imprisonment.
She looked at me coyly, with an embarrassed but enticing expression —lips parted, eyes half-closed— that was more than enough to excite me. Her body unfolded before me: full and firm breasts, with pink nipples hardened by the cold or anticipation; a narrow waist that widened into curved, inviting hips; long and toned legs.
It was as if she had been sculpted to tempt men, a fallen goddess in a mortal hell.
—It's just for souls... This doesn't mean I don't have decency, do you understand...? —she said while trembling, her voice a thread, instinctively covering herself with her arms, although the gesture only accentuated her vulnerability.
I nodded, my pulse accelerating. Looking at her now, desire invaded me like a wave. Her sweet aroma, a mixture of wilted flowers and pure femininity, filled the air. I couldn't wait any longer.
Carefully, I pushed her toward the bed, feeling the warm softness of her skin under my calloused palms. She let herself fall, her pink hair spreading like a halo on the sheet.
—Oh... P-please, do whatever you want... I accept everything... —she whispered, slightly opening her legs, exposing herself completely.
My penis was already hard, throbbing under my armor. I undressed quickly, freeing it. I showed it, thick and veiny, and pushed it toward her wet entrance.
Thinking of a fun way to tease her, I started rubbing it slowly up and down, brushing her swollen lips, covering myself with her juice without penetrating yet.
The heat of her pussy enveloped the tip, and she writhed.
—Hnn-aah... A-aren't you putting it inside...? —she moaned, her voice breathless, hips moving instinctively toward me.
I grabbed her slender arms, pulled her back against the mattress and, suddenly, pushed her into my depths. My member sank into her with a single fluid movement, stretching her tight walls.
—Ahhh... mmmmmm... —she screamed, arching her back, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I pushed even deeper, opening her intimate parts centimeter by centimeter. Her walls wrapped around the entire shape of my penis down to the base, hot, wet, pulsing like a heart beating just for me.
The contrast was exquisite: my thickness invading her tightness, filling her completely.
—I-I'll be fine... aah... So please... Move freely, don't hold back... —she pleaded, her pink eyes glassy with pleasure and submission.
I wanted to savor this pleasure to the deepest part of her, etch it into my memory.
Slowly, pushing and stretching, I rubbed all over her narrow hole, rotating my hips to touch every sensitive corner. I felt how her interior adapted, sucking, inviting.
—Aaahhh... uuaahhh...~ —her moans filled the cell, lewd echoes bouncing off the walls.
Wet and obscene sounds accompanied each thrust: splashes, squelches, the slap of skin against skin.
As I listened to them, the sensation solidified that the woman before me was only mine, a treasure claimed in victory.
—Aa-ahhyaau... aaAaah... It feels good... So full... —she moaned, trembling unprotected and desirable, her body undulating under me.
She seemed to be of that sensitive type, reacting intensely to the slightest touch; each thrust made her gasp, her breasts bouncing, nipples brushing my chest.
As I continued, exploring, I found her uterus —that deep entrance— and, without letting it go, I pressed it with my large one, pressing firmly.
—Hyyaaa-aa... aaaaaaa...!! —she shrieked, her body convulsing, walls closing like a vice around my penis.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her pussy a tool for pleasure of the highest caliber I had tried: tight, warm, with textures that massaged every vein. Already unable to hold back my primitive desires any longer, I began to thrust harder and faster, my hips colliding with a frantic rhythm.
—¡AaAAah! ¡Haa... aah... hnNNN! ¡I-it's so hard… aaAAaAAA! —she screamed, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper.
My hips slammed against hers with brutal force, the impact sending waves through her soft flesh. Squeezing my penis, her walls tightened and released me, sucking toward her interior as if they wanted to devour me.
—¡Aaah, nooo! ¡I'm cumming! ¡I'm cumming! ¡AaaaAaAaAAAAAAaah! —her climax arrived like a storm, her body trembling violently, juices soaking the sheets.
Trying not to lose to her voracious pussy, I thrust harder and harder, hitting her uterus each time I pushed, feeling how it opened for me. Suddenly, my glans swelled, the pressure building up.
—¡AaaAAaaah! Knight, are you about to cum too...? ¡Yes, yes, let's cum together...! —she pleaded, her eyes meeting mine in a moment of intense connection.
My manhood pressed her uterus and began to spurt, exploding burst after burst of hot and thick seed, flooding her interior, violating the sanctity of her uterus with powerful jets that filled her to overflowing.
She had also just reached climax, her pussy contracting in spasms that milked every drop.
We both remained exhausted, unable to move, embraced on the bed, sweaty and panting, the air charged with our mixed aroma.
—Haahaa... Sex with you feels incredible... We just met and yet our affinity is perfect... As if our bodies were made for each other —she murmured against my chest, her breath warm.
Her vagina squeezed my penis again, a playful pulse that left it straight once more, throbbing and ready for more.
—Ahh... It's erect again... Ups... Should we go for the second round? —she asked with a shy but enticing smile.
Without half warning, we began having sex again. This time, I took her with more urgency, varying the rhythm: slow at first to savor her recovery, then accelerating until her moans filled the cell once more.
Her nails scratched my back, her hips rose to meet me, and the pleasure built in endless waves. Time passed without warning, lost in the ecstasy of our intertwined bodies, while the souls flowed toward her, restoring her memory in the midst of the frenzy.