Impregnating Every SSS-Rank Knight and Queen Into Submissive Sows!

Eleonora felt as though she had endured all manner of hardships and tribulations—where one second felt like a year (a subjective assessment, of course)—but upon arriving at Rafe’s home, she found it to be a brick house far more ordinary than she had imagined.

’I was certain he would have established his hideout in some cave-like dungeon, but this is just... too...?’

In the yard, there was a strange iron wagon—what Rafe called a "car"—and though covered in dust, the ground was paved with processed, glittering stone.

It wasn’t so magnificent that her eyes spun just from looking at it, but since her mission was to win his favor while gathering intelligence, Eleonora etched everything into her memory and vision, from a single pebble to the small garden patch in the yard.

’Perhaps bringing me here so obediently is a trap? Does he intend to lure me inside and use some cowardly trick to confine me again? To make this place my new pen...♥’

Even though she was simply standing still, lewd thoughts ceaselessly bubbled up in her mind, rising again and again.

They say a healthy mind resides in a healthy body, but the opposite seemed true as well. She worried that the moment she stepped inside, she might lose herself completely. Was entering this place truly the right choice? Was she being too rash?

"What are you doing? Not coming in?"

"I... I just need a moment to prepare my heart... Don’t pull the chaaaaiiiin...!"

In the end, she was dragged into his house by Rafe’s hand. But lo and behold? Unlike the demonic castle she had imagined—the kind lived in by the Demon King she had once defeated—his home was incredibly mundane.

Furniture and clothes were scattered about messily, clearly showing he lived alone, and the bedding was unkempt and rumpled.

Given the bizarre power he used to restrain her, she had expected the interior to be overflowing with magical tools crafted by a Sage of the Magic Tower. The reality was vastly different.

"This is just... uh...?!"

It was just an ordinary house. A house with slightly strange furniture scattered about.

There were some luxury items, like things that looked like liquor bottles here and there, and the very plush sofa she was currently sitting on. Just a normal house.

The black, rectangular box hanging on the wall and the strange tools that had sprayed water on her earlier aroused considerable curiosity, but now was not the time to be distracted by such trivialities.

’My sword must be here somewhere...?’

The shed attached right next to the house had been filled with all sorts of odd tools, making it impossible to hide her massive greatsword, which was nearly as long as her own 180cm height. That meant there was a high probability her sword was inside this house.

No, she felt it instinctively. Her sword was here.

’He told me to wait quietly, but...’

Not a chance!

She had clearly seen him go outside to prepare to burn her clothes. Detecting for any sign of Rafe, who might be using a secret passage to return, Eleonora quietly rose from her seat.

"Considering the humid weather conditions, it will take him quite some time to burn my clothes. I must search the house quickly while I have the chance."

Where did he hide it?

Since he had boldly brought Eleonora into his own home, he must have been confident in something to do such a thing.

Having her sword taken immediately upon capture was one thing, but more importantly, that greatsword was a symbol of her pride. It contained the essence of her short life, bestowed directly by Her Majesty the Queen along with the duty to protect the royal family.

It was her precious sword; she couldn’t help but be attached to it.

Wondering where it could be, Eleonora left the comfort of the sofa—a comfort she hadn’t felt in a long time—and took a step.

Clank—

"Kuuh... Come to think of it, that bastard didn’t unlock the chain attached to my clitoris...?!"

He had truly dragged her around like a dog. When her pussy gaped open in response to the jingling bell and she panicked at the semen leaking out, he would pull the chain. If she tried to protest, he would ring the bell again. It was a cycle of humiliation.

"To subject me to such disgrace...!"

Of course, if one were to ask if she hadn’t enjoyed it—climaxing with her nipples stiffening in front of him countless times, culminating again after just three steps—she would have nothing to say.

’That is exactly why I must escape. I have already become a lewd female who accepts such humiliation with joy and goes into heat...!’

There wasn’t much time. If more time passed like this, she, who had already become as lewd as one could get, would surely swear obedience to him and become exactly what Rafe had called her: a "breeding sow."

The end of a female knight corrupted by lust, accepting only one man’s cock, dedicating everything to his pleasure and his Lordship the Cock, abandoning everything else.

"I am already starting to think that even that life might not be so bad... If I don’t get out of here quickly and get a hold of my crumbling self..."

She would cease to be a knight, or even a human, and become nothing more than a beast. That was why she was risking this dangerous adventure.

Even if she failed, she would only become his sow anyway, so she was in no position to pick and choose her methods. She could not miss this moment.

"To think a chain wasn’t enough, he attached a heavy dumbbell so I wouldn’t run awayyyyy...!"

However, the moment she steeled her resolve and took a step, a massive dumbbell dragged her clitoris down.

Unlike the tail attached to the anal beads before, this was a lump of iron that looked heavy just by glancing at it.

Currently, the chain was wrapped around its handle, and the weight was dangling between Eleonora’s legs as she stood up.

"With something like this... did you think I would give up because of something like thiiiiis...?!"

The dumbbell was so heavy that walking properly was impossible. Eleonora ended up waddling in a bow-legged stance, just as she had outside, and began to shuffle forward.

"Hiii-ggghk...♥"

"With every step... the dumbbell swings like a pendulum... my clitoriiiis...♥"

It is unknown if this was truly the female knight who had resolved to escape just moments ago. But one thing was certain: she was definitely a nympho dripping love juices all over the floor due to the dumbbell hanging between her legs.

"Not here either... and not here..."

Behind the cupboard displaying liquor bottles, strange statues, and glass ornaments; behind the sofa she had just been sitting on; even under the bed where he slept.

"Kuh.., haaaaaah...!"

She had already climaxed three times just in this room.

"The dumbbell keeps swinging... it feels like my clitoris is going to rip off...♥"

It would have been a simple matter to just lift the dumbbell with her hands and carry it. But this super female knight, drowning in lust, had long since excluded any useless actions that would hinder her pleasure from her mind.

She was no different from a vulgar sow, instinctively employing methods to make herself cum harder.

Then, Eleonora’s eyes suddenly turned to Rafe’s bed.

Even though she had searched every nook and cranny and confirmed her sword wasn’t there, her eyes kept drifting back to it.

"...This is the bed where he sleeps, is it?"

"Just in case, let me check a little longer..."

Every corner of this house was full of fascinating things, but from the moment she first stepped in, this bed had captured Eleonora’s gaze.

"It doesn’t creak like the village inns... it’s soft like that sofa, and on top of that, it has such elasticity...?!"

The plush sofa she had been sitting on earlier (though she couldn’t be fully comfortable due to the anal beads) was one thing, but this bed was incredibly soft. When she pressed it with her hand, it pushed back as if bouncing her off—it was fascinating.

"And yet he threw me into a pigsty with only straw...!"

The main reason for her distraction was the thick male scent emanating from it. Her initial intention was to verify if this was truly his sleeping berth, and through that, confirm if this really was his house. But...

Squelch, Schlick.

"Haaahn... f-fingering my pussy... without knowing the time or place...♥"

Before she knew it, Eleonora was intoxicated by the thick male musk, lost in a trance of masturbation.

"This male scent soaked into my body... I cannot resist it... Just smelling it makes my pussy sopping wet, begging for something to be stuffed inside... l-liiiike thiiiiis...!"

Since the dumbbell was still attached, she couldn’t lie down flat. Instead, she lay only her upper body on the bed, lifting her ass high in the air. From Eleonora’s pussy, a clear stream of fluid burst out with a wet

Splurt.

"Ah..."

And with the arrival of post-nut clarity, Eleonora stared blankly out the window with desolate eyes.

"I don’t have time to be wasting on this sort of thing...!"

She needed to find her sword immediately, yet she had surrendered her body to such filthy desires.

Was she really a woman of such weak will?

But she didn’t particularly feel a sense of shame. No, if she did, she knew she would just go into heat again, so she couldn’t allow herself to feel it.

"It couldn’t be helped. Yes, this was necessary."

"No, I shouldn’t... Wait. Rather, if it is to win his favor, this is a good judgment. If he sees a sow masturbating to his body odor, surely he will misunderstand and think I have fallen completely for him."

Yes, this is just part of the plan. I haven’t lost to my desires; I’m merely laying another foundation for my escape.

Finishing her self-rationalization and regaining the gleam of intelligence in her beautiful blue eyes, Eleonora turned her gaze to the wooden door right in front of her.

It was the door she had to pass through to get from the living room to the area to the left of the entrance where she had come in.

"According to him, that place is the kitchen, isn’t it?"

If it were a kitchen, there should only be cooking tools and utensils scattered about. She doubted her sword would be there, but she decided she should check just in case. Eleonora waddled toward the doorknob.

"...But what if this isn’t the kitchen?"

What if he lied to deceive her again? What if opening this door triggers a trap or mechanism designed to test whether she tries to escape?

"It’s not impossible. He’s a meticulous bastard, he might not have told me the truth..."

If he noticed she was trying something funny here, let alone escaping, she would end her life as his sex slave forever, a breeding sow.

"But I cannot just stay still like this!"

"What are you doing holding the knob alone?"

"Hiiieeeekk?!"

Startled by the familiar touch suddenly landing on her shoulder, Eleonora spun her body around with lightning speed. The dumbbell dangling between her legs flew toward Rafe like a flail.

Eleonora squeezed her eyes shut as she watched the dumbbell flying toward him in what felt like slow motion.

It’s over.

It’s truly over. The attempt, everything... to end so futilely...!!

"Watch out?! How can you swing that around when it’s hanging from your fucking crotch?! I almost got hurt! It’s a good thing I dodged; if that hit, a cracked bone would have been the minimum, you know?!"

"What? What did you just say...?!"

Eleonora’s eyes snapped open instantly.

It was a look that seemed to be reconfirming with herself if she had heard correctly.

She had to check.

She didn’t know about anything else, but this, she absolutely had to verify—

"...More importantly, is your clitoris okay?"

"Hiiiiik?!"