Chapter 9

“You are wet…” I said, my fingers tracing the edges of her labia.

“Gmmm!”  Amelia tried to say something through her gag, but I ignored her.

This was the first time I had ever gotten such a clear look at a vagina, so I was cherishing the experience fully. Despite her glaring and muffled noises, she was very accommodating to my curiosity. She had parted her legs on command and wasn’t closing them even when I put my face between her legs. If anything, she was watching me intently down there, her breathing hard, and did I detect a bit of frustration in her hate-filled eyes?

Unfortunately, none of the girls I had friend-zoned with had been the kind of girls who wanted to bathe together or explore our sexuality. Even when it came to Tara, I had no titillating stories of us bathing naked together or her wanting to examine my penis. She always wore a bathing suit when we were around water, and never even had a wardrobe malfunction that I could remember fondly. We never played doctor, not even once.

If anything, the kind of games Tara liked to play were knights against devils. She always was the knight, and I was always left to be the devil. She’d run around beating me with a stick until I ran to my mother crying. She never got punished, though, and I was always told to man up. According to my parents, if I let a girl abuse me, it was my fault for not being manly enough.

I was aware of the irony of the situation. I had now been marked by a devil, and the first time I finally chose to stand up to a woman, it’d be to take advantage of her. Normally, I would have never had the confidence to do something like this, but after reading her information in the grimoire, like with Sophie before, it had given me what I needed to act out my desires.

The grimoire made Amelia’s desires clear. She was secretly an insecure submissive. She didn’t even understand her desires, so it made it easy to manipulate her. Her greatest insecurity was her feeling of inferiority, so as long as I made her feel insecure, she wouldn’t resist me dominating her. It was hard to believe, but the proof was right in front of me. Although I gagged her, her hands and feet for free. It wasn’t like she was bound to the bed. She could lift her hands and remove the gag with ease. She could close her legs and kick my face. She could cover herself and scream as loud as she could. She did none of this because deep down, she felt like she deserved what was about to happen to her.

I also wasn’t worried about her using her magic. Mages couldn’t easily use magic. It required mental preparation and concentration. Even top mages required knights to buy them the time needed to do these things. A fledgling student mage like Amelia was as helpless as a kitten, especially when dealing with something as distracting as what I was doing.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the small mound at the top of her labia. She closed her eyes, and her body shuddered. It tasted salty with just a hint of sweetness. I wondered if it was the soap she used. I continued to lick her, and her moans increased in frequency and volume, despite being gagged. I was surprised at how quickly she seemed to be approaching the end. Was she that excited?

I pulled back, and she opened her eyes, her face a mess from her tears. She was looking at me with confusion, like she couldn’t understand why I stopped. I pulled her gag down.

“Please…” She cried, her voice barely above a whisper, “Please, stop…”

“Stop?” I asked, “You want my dick instead?”

She blinked as if I had struck her. “No… I mean…”

“You can’t fool me, Amelia.” I reached down and began to rub her clitoris. “Your body is much more honest than your mouth.”

“Ah!” She cried out. “No… don’t… don’t touch me there!”

“But you love it.” I chuckled. “Look how wet it’s making you.”

“Stop!”

“You know, if you don’t like it, why don’t you stop me? Why not pull my hand away?”

“Ah! Because I…” She glanced to the side, her face red.

“You can’t do it, because you’re a masochistic little bitch who loves it when someone does something bad to you,” I told her. “You say no, but you mean yes. You say stop, but you mean go. You act all high and mighty, but you’re just a common whore.”

“N-no!” She cried out, I’m the daughter of the Sandhorn family! How dare you say something so vulgar to me! I’m not some cheap woman!”

“Oh?” I smirked. “Then why are you moaning like one? Face it, you’re just going to lay there and let me play with your pussy because you like it.”

“I’m not a whore.” She whispered tearfully. “I won’t cum…”

“You’re not a whore?” I asked, my finger tracing her swollen clitoris, “Then what is this?”

“A lady!” She panted, her legs trembling.

I licked my lips. “A lady, huh? Then, you should be able to control yourself. No matter what I do, you can’t make a noise. We can make a bet. If you stay quiet, then I’ll stop with just this.”

“W-what are you going to do to me?” She cried out.

I grinned, but said nothing as I lowered my head back down between her legs. This time, instead of licking, I started to suck on her clit. She let out a cry and then covered her mouth with her hands. She kept her hand there as I continued to torture her with pleasure. She was unable to control her legs, though, which kicked sporadically. I could feel her pussy leaking down my chin, and my tongue lapped it up eagerly.

“Haaah… ahhh… haaaa…” Her eyes rolled up into her head, and her breathing was ragged.

I knew she was close. I pulled back, and she blinked in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” I smirked, “You’re making a lot of noise.”

“No! Please… I’ll stop making noise!” She cried out.

“I guess if you’re going to be that noisy, I’ll need to gag you again.” I reached down and picked up her panties.

“Noooo!” She cried out, but before she could say anything else, I stuffed her wet panties she had been wearing when I licked her feet, into her mouth before putting the leggings over them to hold them in.

I then reached up and squeezed her breasts. They were much smaller than Tara’s, but that wasn’t a fair comparison. If anything, they were a decent side. They fit perfectly into my palm. As I played with them, she squirmed, trying to pull away from me, but she made no real attempt to escape, and she didn’t try to remove the panties gagging her. I spent a while torturing her breasts, teasing and flicking her nipples, pinching them, and then sucking on them, but the entire time, she kept her hands firmly at her sides. Her eyes had grown glassy as if she were trying to dissociate from what was happening to her.

Her eyes, which had been rolled up, suddenly refocused, and she struggled to speak.

“What was that?” I asked, pulling her gag down.

“Wait! No… not that… please, not that!” She spat out her underwear and begged.

“But you’re not making a noise. That was the agreement, wasn’t it?”

She looked between her legs at my cock, and then at the ring on my finger. She was shaking her head in denial, her mind refusing to accept what was about to happen.

“Wait! I’m a lady… I’m a la… aahhh!” She let out a moan as I entered her and then cried out, “You’re too big!”

I felt her hymen break as I entered her, and her pussy clamped down around me. It was the first time I ever felt a pussy, and it was better than I imagined. I thought it might feel something like when I got a blowjob from Sophie, but this was so much better. I could feel her pussy quivering around my dick, and it took everything I had not to start thrusting in and out of her immediately. I wanted to savor this moment, but it felt so good that I wasn’t sure how long I could last.

She looked down and saw the blood leaking out, and then she looked back at my face with shock and dismay. “Y-you did it?”

“I said I would?” I scoffed. “Did you even listen?”

“My… magic…” Her eyes were teary, but it seemed to be more from frustration than pain.

“Since it’s already done, you might as well enjoy it,” I told her as I began thrusting into her. “Your body can stop lying and just enjoy my cock now.”

“Haaaah… no… I won’t… I can’t…” She moaned, biting her lip, trying to hold in the noises she was making.

I grabbed one of her breasts and began to fondle it roughly while I thrust into her. I was a bit worried I was being too rough, but she didn’t seem to mind. If anything, the more I fucked her, the more her pussy tightened and pulled at me. I was pretty sure she was already addicted to my cock, and we hadn’t even finished once. That was when I felt my balls tightening up. I was going to cum, but I didn’t want to finish without her.

I reached down and began to stroke her clit, causing her to cry out in pleasure. “I’m gonna cum, Amelia.”

“Haaaah.. no… no cum!” She moaned, her voice filled with desperation and desire. “Don’t cum in me!”

“Your pussy is begging me to cum!” I growled, “It’s wrapped so tightly around my cock. It’s begging my cock to cum in it!”

“Ah! My… no… no…” Her voice grew weaker, and her face was a mess of tears. “I can’t… no more… I can’t…”

“You’re going to cum.” I told her, and her eyes widened with fear. “You’re going to cum, and you’re going to squeeze every drop out of my balls.”

“Haaaa… no!” Her hips started to buck in rhythm with mine. “No… no… no!”

“That’s right, keep riding it, Amelia.” I groaned, feeling my climax coming. “You’re about to have your first cum from a guy. Make sure you enjoy every moment. You’re about to become my slut.”

“No… haaa… haaa… haa…” She was panting, her pussy was tightening and quivering, and I knew she was at the edge.

I bent over her and put my mouth up to her ear. I could feel my climax coming, and I couldn’t hold back much longer. “You’re a whore. A bitch. You were born to take cock. This pussy was made to take cock. I’m going to cum inside of you now, and you’re going to cum with me, slut!”

“Ahhhh!” She cried out, and I could feel her pussy spasming, her juices leaking around my dick as I continued to thrust in and out of her. “I’m cumming! No… I’m cumming… I’m not a slut! Please don’t look at me!”

“Amelia, you’re a slut, a whore, a cumslut.” I groaned, and then I pushed into her as far as I could go and unloaded my balls inside of her.

“Ah… ahh… ahhh…” She was gasping, her eyes wide open in shock, her pussy spasming uncontrollably, milking me for every drop.

I fell on top of her, and she continued to shake from her climax, her body unable to stop. Even after I finally pulled out, she continued to lie there. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, but her eyes were glazed and unfocused. I pulled the leggings off her head, tossing them aside, and then I pulled the panties out of her mouth. She seemed to come to life, coughing and spitting.

“Welcome back,” I smirked.

“I’m going to kill you.” Her voice was hoarse. “I’ll make you pay for what you did to me.”

“I’d like to see you try, but even if you could, it’s a bit pointless,” I said, gesturing to her. “You’re already defiled. I even took a little video for posterity’s sake.”

Her eyes widened, and she glanced around wildly, “Y-you didn’t…”

“I did.” I reached over to the nightstand, where I had placed my phone recording right before I had gagged her for the second time. “I took a bit from your playbook. You’re the one who gave me the idea. I have everything from me breaking your hymen, to you begging for it like a slut, and then you having the best orgasm of your life. I’ve already backed it up. Should I send it to all my contacts?”

“No… no, it’s not possible.” Her voice grew weak, and she seemed to collapse into herself. “My life… is over”

I laughed. “Don’t be so melodramatic. You’ll live.”

She shook her head tearfully. “You don’t understand. If my school finds out I lost my virginity, I’ll be kicked out! However, it doesn’t matter, because my magic won’t be able to grow any greater after today. This is the strongest I’ll ever become. Every day, the gap between me and Tara will grow. Without progressing, my days as a mage are numbered.”

Of course, I had known all this before I had violated her. Perhaps, this was part of the reason I had violated her in the first place. How many mages had flaunted their untouchable bodies in front of knights like a total tease? In some ways, I felt like doing this vindicated all of my brethren who had to hold back from these vixens. I had dropped years of resentment and unhappiness onto her. She had tried to do the same to Tara, who happened to be someone I liked, so I didn’t feel that bad that the same ended up happening to her.

“Well, that sucks to be you,” I responded. “I’m going to go take a shower.”

She shot me a dark look, but didn’t stop me as I got up and entered her bathroom. I started the shower, but I didn’t enter it. My dick smelled like her skanky pussy. Why the hell would I shower? I didn’t want to bathe for a week!

However, what I did want to do was pull out the grimoire. This time, I flipped back to the end of the book. There I saw a couple of updates.

[Knight Sammuel has decided he doesn’t like you. Current Relationship Status:  -1 (Unfriendly)]

[Knight Prince has decided he doesn’t like you. Current Relationship Status:  -1 (Unfriendly)]

[Mage Amelia has decided you might be useful. Favorability Increases! Current Relationship Status:  +1 (Familiar)]

These were the messages that had happened earlier that night before I had last looked at the grimoire. I hadn’t checked this page back then, but it looked like it noted every relationship change, even with people who weren’t my friends. This appeared to even include men. Now that Knight Sammuel and Knight Prince, whose names I hadn’t even remembered before, had some kind of relationship with me, I could add them to my friend book, but I had no intention of doing so. I didn’t want to know about their backstory or their kinks. Instead, I looked down and saw more recent updates.

[Amelia Sandhorn has been added to your friend list.]

[Amelia Sandhorn enjoyed having her feet played with. Favorability Increases! Current Relationship Status:  +2 (Friendly)]

[Amelia Sandhorn has been aroused by your confidence. Favorability Increases! Current Relationship Status:  +3 (Good Friend)]

[Amelia Sandhorn lost her virginity to you. Favorability Increases. Current Relationship Status: +4 (Best Friend)]

[Grimoire Skill: Defloweration of Unity took effect.

Condition Met: Amelia Sandhorn lost her virginity to a grimoire holder.

Effect: +2 Affection

Current Relationship Status: +6 (Deep Fondness)]

I stared at the relationship status, completely bewildered. Although I trusted in the grimoire, it was pretty hard to believe that after my actions, Amelia’s feelings for me were bordering on love. I ruined her life and her future, and yet she returned those actions with affection. It left me feeling complicated.

I quickly closed my book and then turned off the shower. I wasted a minute pretending I was drying up and getting dressed. As soon as I opened the door, I was surprised to see Amelia standing there waiting for me. She had put her panties back on, but was otherwise still in her nightgown. She hands out in front of her.

“Give it,” she said.

I tilted my head. “What?”

“The ring!” She declared, looking at my hand. “I want my ring back.”

I looked at the ruby ring on my finger, and then back at her. “No, I’m keeping it.”

Her face grew flushed. “It’s… not mine. It’s my family heirloom. I need it back.”

“Yeah? But what happens the next time I want to have sex with you?”

She took a step back, her eyes wide. “N-next time!”

Your chastity ward hasn’t been broken, just bypassed. So, if I try to have sex with you again without the ring, I’d struggle. As long as I keep it, I can play with you whenever I want.”

She glared at me with pure murder. If it wasn’t for the grimoire, I would be convinced she hated me to her core. Her face was red, and her body was shaking. I merely smiled back at her confidently. A short period passed, and then she looked away.

“Fine, keep it. See if I care.” Her voice sounded pouty, and even a bit cute.

I reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I have to go for now, but I won’t abandon you. I’ll send you a text. Save my number, and if a time comes where you feel despair, all you need to do is call me and I’ll save you.”

“Who needs you to save me?” She pulled away. “If you text me, I’ll just delete it.”

“It’s your choice. Just know if you tell anyone…” I lifted my phone.

I then turned and walked out the door. Amelia remained there watching me with her arms crossed.

After a moment, she blushed and looked away. “Asshole.”

If I looked in the grimoire at that moment, I would have seen her affection increase one more time.