Black Princess (The End)

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01 (Western Fantasy)

On the battlefield, two armies clashed, the knights unable to contain their roaring battle intent, awaiting the order to charge into the
enemy ranks. At the forefront of the silver-white knight order, a handsome man sat astride
his horse, his silver armor gleaming like a radiant light, so holy it was almost blinding. His noble status further amplified his
awe: Landis, the kingdom's strongest Templar Knight, with dreamy blond hair, azure eyes,
a tall and slender figure, and an upright and courageous character—the dream lover of countless young women.

At this moment, the enemy commander signaled to send someone to negotiate. The enemy representative, clad in a wide cloak, silently
walked to the center of the battlefield, where the Paladin was already waiting on horseback. The man slightly raised his head to look at
him, and the Paladin froze instantly, gracefully dismounting, kneeling on one knee, and kissing the hem of the cloak.

Everything happened so suddenly that the entire knight order behind him erupted in commotion—or rather, in shock…
…And what happened next almost stopped their hearts in their tracks.

A small, white hand emerged from the cloak, and their knight reverently took it, offering
the highest respect. "Everything I have belongs to you, my master!" he said, rising to help the person towards
the enemy camp.

This was probably the most outrageous battle in history; before the battle even began, the enemy had already abducted their knight
! …If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe it was real.

At that moment, their paladin was in a speeding, luxurious carriage, kneeling on the floor, his
head buried between the legs of the woman sitting opposite him, licking and kissing her tender, naked vulva, occasionally making lewd "tsk tsk"
sounds. The woman's white legs were wide open, her elaborate black skirt pushed up to her lower abdomen. Her delicate white
fingers grasped the man's blond hair and pressed it forcefully against her crotch.

Every movement of his wet, hot lips and tongue made her breath quicken, her whole body tense, and she occasionally let out alluring moans
. Her full, snowy breasts seemed about to burst out of her bra with each heavy breathing. Her long, black hair cascaded down the
floor, and her rare, pure black eyes were filled with desire, her gaze hazy as she felt the waves of
pleasure .

It was hard to believe that the man kneeling between the woman's legs, licking her flower, was the holy, abstinent, and dazzlingly
radiant first knight, the dream lover of countless girls. Between his kneeling legs, a large, thick penis
, tightly wrapped in his clothes, pitched a high tent, throbbing painfully without any relief, and a
fine .

Noticing his abnormality, the woman curled her lips into a smile, mischievously slipping her hand inside his collar, pinching
and kneading a bulge on his pectoral muscle, causing her already throbbing desire to swell even more.

"Ugh... Master, please..." A painful, suppressed voice escaped his lips. His head was bowed, revealing only his
blond hair. He remained kneeling, his tall, slender body trembling slightly.

Seemingly satisfied with the man's submission, the woman narrowed her deep black eyes, reached into his pants, and pulled out
his large, warm penis. She gently rubbed it against his fleshy, veiny shaft with her palm, her thumb brushing over the
small opening at the tip. A surge of intense pleasure overwhelmed the man, but his remaining rationality made him bite his lip, suppressing the shameful, broken
moans . Although the penis was enormous, its skin was beautiful and clean. As expected of a paladin, even this part of him
looked adorable, untouched by any woman.

Curiosity drove her to approach the tip of the penis and lick it with her small tongue. Hmm, not as unpleasant as she had imagined;
it had a refreshing masculine scent. The taste carried a slight fishy odor, just like the paladin's own—super delicious!
She opened her small mouth and took the entire tip of his penis inside. The warm mouth made his already swollen penis unable to resist any longer;
it twitched twice, about to ejaculate, but a delicate white hand preemptively pinched the base of his penis.

A look of pain instantly appeared on the man's handsome face as he groaned, wanting release. His penis, long dormant,
was already swollen and deep red, his large hands clenched into fists, veins bulging. That pink little mouth continued to wickedly
lick and tease the tip of his penis. The paladin's mouth was wide open, panting heavily, his body trembling violently. The ever-increasing pleasure within
him was about to explode, yet he couldn't find an outlet.

Admiring the man's intoxicated and ecstatic appearance, her small hand touched and caressed the swollen scrotum beneath his penis,
then whispered in his ear, "Does it feel good...?"

"Master...no, umm...I...I can't take it anymore..."

With a soft laugh from a woman's voice, the man felt the base of his penis was no longer restrained. His large hand grasped
the small hand on his enormous desire, and he began to masturbate rapidly in front of the woman. Ignoring the shame of being watched, he quickly
reached his limit. With a low growl, his engorged penis finally released, trembling violently as
it gushed out a large amount of white fluid. The floor was covered with large puddles of white liquid, and even the small hand holding his penis was covered in it.
After a long while, his penis finally ejaculated all its essence.

The release, pushed to the limit, left him limp, collapsing onto the floor, half-closing his eyes to savor
the afterglow of pleasure. Suddenly, a small hand covered in white fluid was extended in front of him. The man obediently picked up the small hand and carefully licked it,
his tongue licking each of the tender white fingers in turn, then putting the fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean until the last finger was clean, and then
kissing it. The woman finally let go of his fair, delicate hand.

She patted his head with satisfaction, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Black Princess 02

Black Princess (Part 1)

The girl with black eyes was riding alone through the woods. She seemed to have gotten lost again. Life in the castle was like a caged
bird—luxurious yet cold and oppressive. She dared not venture out to crowded places, afraid of being recognized,
so she wandered through the forest, only to get lost once more…

ah… something seemed to be moving ahead. Could it be an injured animal? She rode closer and saw
a wounded knight lying in the grass, his silver armor stained with mud and blood, almost unrecognizable.

She nudged him, but there was no response. She dismounted to check his injuries; he still had a heartbeat, but several wounds
were bleeding. As darkness fell, the girl found a tree hollow, dragged him inside to bandage his wounds, and squeezed into
the small hollow with the knight, keeping watch until dawn.

"So cold..." the knight groaned unconsciously. Huh? How could he be cold? The temperature is just right! Touching
his forehead, it's burning hot! What to do? There's nothing here, and he's unconscious and has a fever. Oh well, might as well go all the way and save him.
"Okay."

She removed his armor and the tattered undergarments, stripped off her own clothes, and
hugged him tightly, skin to skin. She then covered them both with her own clothes. That was all she could do; she hoped he wouldn't die,
or all her efforts would be in vain.

Feeling the warmth of her body, the knight clung to her tightly, her two soft breasts pressed
against his strong chest. Her face flushed, she felt the knight's breathing gradually steady, and she breathed a sigh of relief
. Before she knew it, they had both fallen asleep.

"Ugh..." The pain from her wounds woke the knight, and he groaned softly. Opening his eyes, he found himself
holding a naked angel in his arms. Her skin was snow-white, her hair jet black, and her pink lips were so close
he could his head. Her two soft breasts were pressed against his bare chest. Her two white legs were wrapped around his waist
like a cute koala.

To make matters worse, his penis was pressed between her legs. The angelic sleeping face before him made the knight
unable to resist lowering his head to kiss her. It must be this angel who saved him, he thought, imagining her opening her eyes
. Just as he was thinking this, the girl was startled awake by the kiss.

She had deep, captivating black eyes, so deep they seemed to draw him in, which stirred his heart. But
an even greater shock overwhelmed his reason. Black hair, black eyes—only one person on the entire continent possessed such beauty—Natasha, the princess of the enemy kingdom.

Legend had it that she was possessed by a demon and was born with black hair. Most people on the continent had brown, red, or blonde hair;
no one had ever seen black hair and black eyes. It was said that anyone who saw them would be cursed… Though he desperately wanted to possess her. Leaving aside
the curse, a princess was a symbol of royalty, worthy only of a prince, and for him, it was
an unattainable dream…

“You’re awake! That’s great! Does your wound still hurt?” The girl opened her large, watery eyes and looked at him.

"..." (Meeting you makes even the worst injuries worthwhile, the knight thought to himself. Note: The following parentheses
contain the knight's inner thoughts.)

"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you think I'm a monster like them...? I won't curse you
, I'm not a demon... qaq..."

"..." (His heart was breaking. How could the princess be treated like this?)

"Your injuries are severe, go find your companions!"

"..." (Princess, please don't be so kind, it will only make him sink deeper.)

"Or you can take my horse? You're injured, you need the horse more than I do."

"Please be my master..." (I will protect you for life, although I cannot love
you as a man, the knight swore in his heart.)

"⊙_⊙?? I don't understand what you mean, is your head also badly injured?"

"Please be my master, I will protect you with my life!" (The princess is more precious than his life,
so he can stay by her side for life.)

"Uh...why did you choose me as your master?" the girl asked, tilting her head in confusion.

"Because you're kind and shouldn't be treated like that..." (Because...I've realized I might
have fallen in love with you...)

His deep black eyes gazed at the knight, as if looking into his soul. "...Thank you. No one has
ever said that to me before. If you still think that way five years from now, come find me! But let me tell you beforehand! I'm not
a good master, and you won't be happy with me."

"Okay, we make a promise, five years..." (In five years, I will strive to become
someone who can stand by your side, someone who can protect you, someone who wants to become stronger.)

What the honest and simple knight didn't know was that in those five years, besides him becoming stronger, his little
princess had also changed—she had turned evil...

Of course, that's the story of their reunion five years later. No matter how evil the princess became, I believe
that the compassionate and righteous knight wouldn't be scared away. (∩_∩)o~

End of Part 1.

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