Witch and Paladin

The azure sky was cloudless, and the sun shone brightly on this city, a blend of Eastern and Western architectural styles—a rare sight in this hot country, a truly beautiful and breezy day. Yet, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians within the city seemed to be bathed in the mournful caress of the wind and the sobbing lament of the waves.

For today was the funeral of King Miller Chappell, deeply revered by all, and Commander Grinmont, the loyal and benevolent commander of the Saint Chappell Division. The heavy sorrow weighed on the hearts of the people, making it impossible for them to stand tall and bid farewell to these two heroes.

Men, who should shed blood but not tears, wept silently, while women and children wept loudly, waving their tears as they saw them off.
In Chappell, a small country with a population of less than a million, hundreds of thousands of residents in the capital city tearfully watched the hearses of King Miller and Commander Grinmont pass by. The deeply mourning citizens threw bouquets of flowers, offering their final respect to the hearses. Many of the soldiers escorting them still wore blood-stained bandages, tears welling in their eyes.

With the deaths of the King and the division commander, the nation's only division had suffered over half its casualties. They were all good fathers, husbands, and children in the eyes of their grieving families. This small nation, established far to the East, was now in dire straits, its nation grieving a devastating defeat. The sea, the lifeline of this coastal nation, was cut off and blockaded by pirates; merchant ships, fishing boats, and warships were all confined to the harbor, unable to set sail.

Who could be more sorrowful and heartbroken than the citizens whose army had been defeated, whose future was uncertain?

If anyone was, it was Princess Danielle Chappell, the King's beloved jewel, and
Melissa Lumière, the fiancée of Grinmont. The daughter who had lost her father and the woman who had lost her beloved stood silently facing each other in the palace, their eyes brimming with tears.

The princess, who was always dressed in bright orange, rose red, or turquoise, wore a black mourning gown she had never worn before. It was a solemn, floor-length dress with a semi-circular skirt supported by steel wire. From the waist and cuffs, it clung to her body, revealing not an inch of skin. Only at the front were her shapely breasts, their milky white nipples like sculptures of ice.
This accentuated her exquisite figure, especially her slender, delicate waist; her youthful beauty rivaled that of a celestial being. The princess's once expressive emerald eyes no longer reflected her innocence, understanding, and passionate nature. Instead, her face bore a deep, heartbreaking desolation, a sorrow that surpassed even the power of weeping. This kind-hearted girl, loved by all and treating even street beggars like family, had suffered a fate as cruel as her pure and beautiful appearance—truly, heaven was jealous of beauty.

Melissa, clad in gleaming silver armor, didn't resemble a woman whose lover had died tragically, but rather a vengeful figure. Her breastplate and sword hilt were adorned with white orchids, representing her royal insignia. Beneath the iron armor and leather protective clothing, her skin was as white as snow. Renowned for her cold beauty, she captivated all who beheld her, a beauty who dared only to admire from afar. The chill in her cold eyes made people retreat, yet behind that chill lay a hidden, heart-wrenching pain, compelling even those who had traversed mountains of knives and pools of blood to rush to her side and comfort her.

The girl and beauty, who could communicate with a single glance, recalled the events of half a month ago; compared to now, it felt like a lifetime ago.

On that day, the imperial city was bustling with soldiers preparing for war. An old soldier leisurely drank wine in secret, while new recruits, pale-faced, polished their swords repeatedly. The laborers and craftsmen busied themselves preparing provisions, water, weapons, and firearms, while outside the city, crowds of citizens cheered on the departing army.

Like countless powerless soldiers, they kissed their wives goodbye and promised to meet again with their lovers. King Miller and Commander Grin were human too; though they were men of great ambition and spirit, they were also fathers who doted on their daughters excessively and young men reluctant to part with their fiancées.

Inside the grand hall, not opulent, but possessing the understated elegance that the Chappell royal family held in high esteem, a style that could never be imitated, Miller's hearty laughter echoed throughout. He was as majestic as a bear and as agile as a leopard, his short beard and plump face inspiring fear, yet always bearing a warm smile. His wise eyes held a comforting, grandfatherly gaze. On the battlefield, he was a lion; in the royal court, he was a benevolent elder.
"A few small pirates! I can easily deal with them. There's no need for Daniel to worry."
"But I've heard that this pirate king has killed millions, and the witch beside him sees the church as her mortal enemy. Her methods are more ruthless and terrifying than the devil's."

Even the princess, who never knew the meaning of sorrow, couldn't help but look worried after hearing the bad rumors.
"I'm not afraid of devils, let alone humans! Are they as scary as me? Tell me, tell me!" The king picked up the light and agile princess and rubbed his chubby beard against her. This dispelled her worries, and a smile returned to her face. She playfully punched her loving father, and the two were very affectionate.

Those who didn't understand would surely find it strange that a middle-aged king and a princess of marriageable age would have such an intimate relationship that disregarded the boundaries between men and women.

But only those who understood King Miller could appreciate how much he doted on this little princess, a king who had vowed never to marry after his wife died in childbirth. Unlike most royalty and nobles, whose emotions were suppressed by strict social norms, the princess even confided her intimate secret—her first menstruation—to the king, who was both her father and friend. Afterwards, the king, thrilled at his daughter's growth, ordered a day of national celebration.

Watching the princess, a delicate flower in a greenhouse, smile with genuine dimples, Melissa felt anxious and nearly faint.
"It's alright! Look how confident the king is. Please, Melissa, have the same trust in me." The handsome and dashing Green, with his fiery red hair, possessed a gentle exterior but a strong inner strength, his abilities and bearing befitting a pillar of the nation.

Ignoring the constraints of social norms, Green, taking advantage of others' inattention, stole a kiss on Melissa's cheek.

His warm lips captivated the seemingly icy beauty in others. Under his kiss, Melissa felt like a sinner, having broken her vows and lost her virginity.

My love! Do you know how burning my heart is, how anxious I am like an ant on a hot pan? Melissa pressed her head against Green's body, large tears rolling down her pretty face. "Since I was consumed by love, you entered my boudoir and took my bed. Now I will marry no one but you, and I am already carrying your child. If you cannot win this battle, I, who have lost my virginity before marriage and bear an unborn child, will have no choice but to face the stake.

" "Please, Green, take good care of yourself! Even if we are defeated, you must return alive." This was a stark contrast to her usual cold and aloof demeanor; she was now a worried young woman newly pregnant.

"Don't speak of such unlucky things! We will surely win and return victorious."

Leaving a warm kiss on Melissa's forehead, Green left without hesitation, his ambition and confidence boundless.

Watching his retreating figure, Melissa momentarily lost her composure and gently touched her lower abdomen. My child! To avoid distracting your father, I haven't told him I'm pregnant with you. The King was a magnanimous man, and despite the strict religious rules, once Green returned, she could marry him without incident. Otherwise, the child in her womb! You could not have come into this world with someone else's blessing.

Two fearless and magnificent men set out on the three-masted flagship, the Royal Oak, with nearly ten thousand officers.
A week later, less than a quarter of them returned alive. When the soldiers, each bearing some kind of wound, carried the King Miller and Commander Green, their bodies covered in burns and knife wounds, to the palace, the young princess fainted from grief, and Helena's excruciating pain was beyond description.

Her child… had lost its father before even being born, and Green didn't even know she was pregnant.
What lay ahead for her? To survive, aborting the fetus was the most rational choice. But how could she abort Green's only bloodline?

Thinking of their romantic moments under the moon, their vows of eternal love, their journey from duels before the emperor to mutual understanding and affection. When he was promoted to division commander, she had given her virginity. Was it all just fleeting smoke? Green, you can only live on in my heart. I can no longer linger in your arms, the knight commander who is no less than a man, returning to being a sentimental woman.
Almost forgetting what sorrow is, the only pain in her heart is the lack of maternal love. Her clothes soaked with tears, she stayed by the emperor's body for three days and three nights, refusing to leave no matter how others tried to persuade her. Her once smiling, charming face now only showed loneliness, desolation, and sorrow.

"Commander Melissa, Daniel has a request," the royal princess, her tears dried but her grief undiminished, answered in a calm yet unwavering tone.

"Princess, you flatter me! Melissa is a loyal subject of His Majesty the King. Since my father's death in battle and my mother's illness, His Majesty has not only generously compensated my family but also offered numerous words of comfort. To repay His Majesty's kindness, for the sake of the millions of lives in the Kingdom of Chabel, and for the thousands of fallen soldiers, I will certainly assist Your Highness, even unto death." The princess

shook her head and smiled bitterly, her expression so pitiful it was heartbreaking; Melissa truly felt her pain.

"I don't know how to govern a country; military and political affairs have always been handled by my father. In the future, I will ascend the throne, and the affairs of state will be chosen by my uncle, Earl Carson, and others; my future husband will be in charge."

"But… even though Danielle is ignorant, she knows that the sea is the lifeblood of Chabel. To avenge my father's death and for the sake of my millions of people in Chabel, I must eliminate these pirates who bring ruin to the country. Even if I die, I will not regret it." Though

a woman, the princess possessed extraordinary courage. Her willingness to die was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. From her expression, tone, and the trembling of her delicate body, Melissa knew that the princess had pondered deeply, fully understanding the meaning of death,

and had confided in her with the same resolve as the king to defend the country to the death. The poor princess was only fifteen years old, cherished by the king and everyone in the palace since childhood, and now… Melissa didn't want to die, but for her, death might also be a release, a way to reunite with Grin in heaven. With the princess's approval, she reorganized her remaining troops and devised a plan to deal with the powerful pirate fleet.

Xia Mu'er was merely a small country, its very existence dependent on the sea. Fish from fishing boats accounted for one-third of its food production, while imported wheat, wine, butter, meat, fruits, and vegetables provided the remaining third. Eighty percent of the national treasury's income came from maritime taxes. Now, the pirates were not merely rampant; they had already turned the tables, besieging the country.
A newly defeated army could not defeat a powerful enemy that had repeatedly triumphed and intimidated the nations of the East. Therefore, Melissa proposed that the princess feign agreement to the conditions the pirates had previously offered to the king, using negotiations as a cover for a surprise attack. With the king recently deceased, the princess's selfless act of risking her life inspired the soldiers' courage, leading them to a desperate, all-or-nothing gamble.

For this purpose, Princess Danielle summoned her uncle, Earl Carson, and the Bishop of Languedoc. She entrusted the affairs of state to them, simultaneously revealing that after victory, she would ascend the throne, leaving the choice of her husband to them.

For those in the imperial family, except when facing the destruction of the nation and the inevitable extermination, it was destined that they could not be with the ones they deeply loved. Those who, like the late emperor, married first and then fell in love, remaining devoted to each other throughout, were extremely rare. Melissa had hoped that Danielle could escape this curse of fate because of her father's love, but fate played a cruel trick. Watching the Bishop and Earl, their faces full of cunning, plotting to manipulate the government through the choice of a royal consort, Melissa couldn't help but sigh deeply at the misfortune of women in this era. But… since the creation of the world, when has a woman ever been happy?

“Don’t be sad for me, everyone has to get married, doesn’t they? It’s a pity my father won’t see me in my white wedding dress. Father…” It’s said that a woman’s first love is always her father. This is evident from the fact that many women marry men who are either the same as or opposite to their fathers. The magnanimous emperor is not only the princess’s father but also the ideal husband she longs for. When will the gloom on his face and the unspeakable bitterness in his heart ever be erased from the princess’s face? A young girl just beginning to experience love cannot fall in love with someone she truly desires, but must instead marry a complete stranger, two or three times her age, based on calculations of self-interest. Her life is decided in this way; how can a young girl bear such resentment and depression? The

heartbroken princess and the beautiful knight commander boarded a negotiation fleet of five ships, followed far behind by a fleet of less than five thousand men, representing the entire nation’s resources. Facing a pirate fleet of over fifty thousand men, undefeated in their conquests across the seas,

Daenerys, aboard the ship's deck, waved goodbye to the people who came to see her off. Her heart was in turmoil; she knew this might be the last time she saw her homeland. Father… to protect the country you loved so dearly, Daenerys might soon join you in heaven. But behind this resolve, do you know how many times Daenerys secretly wept in the dead of night, wondering why her father had to die so young, how heavy the burden on her shoulders was?

Melissa, guarding the princess, silently apologized to the unborn child. She felt she couldn't give him happiness, and yet, knowing she was pregnant, she had risked her life on the battlefield. She hoped that this perilous journey would bring victory and peace to the Kingdom of Chappell. Uncertain about the future, she took out the small box that served as her necklace and gazed at Grin's portrait. The man in the painting still smiled; when had his body long since turned to dust?

Section

Two After a three-day voyage, the negotiating fleet came into contact with a pirate fleet of over a hundred ships, their masts like a forest, their sails like mountains, their shadows flickering. Through discussions between the envoys, both sides agreed to begin negotiations that evening. A day carefully chosen by Melissa—moonless, starless, and shrouded in heavy clouds—perfect for a night raid.

With a death wish, Melissa, her beautiful figure encased in cold armor, wore an expression of utter despair. The one who could understand the tenderness beneath her cold exterior was no longer alive. And tonight, perhaps, she could reunite with him in heaven.

A pale yellow gown, both magnificent and elegant, accentuated the noble bearing of Queen Daniel, who seemed like a carefree little bird, highlighting both her princessly nobility and her cheerful, approachable nature. Sadly, she could no longer live carefree by the King's side.

"Captain Melissa, let's go!" Queen Daniel, her chest heaving, her breasts glowing pink and alluring, took several deep breaths to calm her turbulent emotions before pushing open the hatch and taking her fateful step.
Of the two sides meeting, the princess and the knight were far more astonished than their opponents, though their inner turmoil was suppressed beneath masked expressions. But… these two were none other than the infamous pirate king and witch who had killed their father and lover. The black dress

, resembling mourning attire, was adorned with opulent embroidery and lace trim, mysterious and alluring. Unlike the rumored witch, with her white hair, hunchback, and withered body, she was roughly the same age as the princess, with skin as smooth as jade, a smiling blue eye, and golden hair that fluttered in the wind. A black cat perched on her shoulder. She was the witch?

The pirate king was not a towering, muscular brute. A strong, well-proportioned physique, with only a small vest covering his upper body, revealing bronze skin and crisscrossing scars. He possessed the distinctive features of an Eastern man—black hair and black eyes—and wore a carefree smile. At his waist hung an antique-looking sword, its hilt inlaid with black beads, radiating a chilling aura.

Princess Daenerys bowed, lifting her skirt in a gesture of respect, while Melissa knelt on one knee in chivalry.

Now! Her mind was calm and undisturbed, displaying the composure necessary for a warrior. Melissa struck, hurling a signal flare disguised as an ornament into the air. Her sword, Moran, flashed from its sheath, aiming straight for the Sea Emperor's head.
The humiliated surrender of the Chappell army, roused by the light flare exploding in the vast sky, instantly regained their former glory and launched an attack. Besides the soldiers and officers on the five ships, there were also ambush troops transported in caissons and fifteen ships that had secretly followed.

Thinking of the King's benevolent rule and his love for his people, the princess and the Knight Commander Melissa, despite being women, threw themselves into the battlefield. Every man in the Kingdom of Chabel was filled with righteous indignation, and knew that this was the time to sacrifice themselves for their country.

The sword Moran, swifter than the wind, failed to cleave its enemy in two as Melissa had anticipated. The Pirate King leaped into the air, spinning. The demonic blade was already in his hand, and he slashed with unpredictable, ever-changing movements, flames flickering on its blade.

With a clang, the swords clashed, and Melissa was forced back a step. Ignoring the pursuing, serpentine demonic blade, she slashed horizontally. It was as if she intended to exchange one blow for another, to perish together.

The Pirate King gave a mocking laugh, then his charge turned into a violent retreat, the movement from front to back completed in an instant.

Melissa, already resigned to death, unleashed a dense, flowing sword style, gaining the upper hand for a moment. But the Pirate King remained steadfast, flames leaping and swirling on his blade, gathering strength for a counterattack.

The princess, who knew nothing of martial arts, bowed and then retrieved a hidden pistol from a concealed pocket on the back of her skirt. She gripped it tightly and aimed at her sworn enemy, the murderer of her father.

Princess Daniel was not particularly skilled in combat. Moreover, she had never even bullied a cat, let alone killed anyone. If her opponent were a vicious, ruthless thug , that would be one thing, but shooting a girl her own age was a different story.
Just as Princess Daniel drew her gun, the black cat on the witch's shoulder flashed with a sharp light in its eyes. With lightning speed, it leaped into

the air, transforming into a panther, and with a single swipe of its paw, knocked the princess's pistol away. Startled and bewildered by this sudden change, Daniel bent down to pick up the gun. But as she turned, she was knocked down by a powerful force. The panther pounced on her, its mouth full of gleaming white teeth, and said, "Stay put! Otherwise, your delicate skin and flesh will be my snack."

The panther's breath was intense; death had never been closer to Daniel.

Although not on the highest alert, the pirate fleet had made some preparations in case of unforeseen circumstances, and the surprise attack was far less effective than Melissa had anticipated. Furthermore, the pirates were seasoned veterans, well-equipped, and their fighting strength was no less than that of Chappell's army, and their numbers were more than five times greater.

Cannon fire clashed between the ships, and the shouts of battle echoed from the boarding ships. For their people and families, Chappell's army fought bravely. Initially, they held a slight advantage, disrupting the enemy's formation for a time. However, within fifteen minutes, they were met with a fierce counterattack.

Bathed in a hail of bullets and a swarm of arrows, comrades fell one after another. But even wounded, as long as they had a breath left, Chappell's warriors would never give up, wielding swords and spears, fighting back with their lives.

Seeing the princess captured, Melissa's expression changed drastically! Her attacks became even more frantic, her swordplay increasingly chaotic.

"Don't give up, everyone! Melissa, don't worry about me, defeat the pirates!" Despite facing sharp teeth, Daniel bravely cried out. Though she was a woman, she couldn't afford to risk her life at this moment.

The desperate princess hoped her subjects could defeat the pirates. But the situation was the opposite; loyal soldiers, surrounded by an enemy force many times their size, fell one after another. The warship was riddled with bullets, its decks piled high with corpses. The survivors shouted and desperately rushed towards her ship, trying to change the tide of battle. A desperate counterattack only brought destruction. Under the deafening barrage of cannon fire, Chappell's warship resembled a wounded beast; the timber that formed its hull was blasted apart and scattered into the sea, like a bull surrounded by wolves, struggling in its death throes. What flowed from it wasn't blood, but the remains of warriors.

The princess, her heart bleeding, wept bitterly. Her subjects were dying one by one.

And on the decks around her, the guards of both sides were locked in fierce combat. The guards who had served Daenerys for years fought fiercely against the powerful pirates to rescue her from Leopard Tooth. As the pirate king's personal guards, their opponents were undoubtedly the elite of the elite. Compared to the pirates who trained daily in the palace, these battle-hardened warriors, forged in the blood of the battlefield, were like adults against children.

Except for Melissa, the guards fell one after another.

"Bang!" A volley of gunfire followed, and after the smoke cleared, several familiar faces of Daenerys were gone forever.

"Release Her Highness!" A heavily wounded guard struggled to raise his sword. The ruthless pirate knocked his sword away with a single blow, decapitating him and showering him with blood.

"Ugh...ugh..." No, stop! Daenerys recognized the guard; his name was Hans. She remembered the time she caught him flirting with a maid, and the young man shyly greeting her. I heard he was getting married soon, but now…

Melissa was now like a candle flickering in the wind, the Pirate King's demonic sword unleashing a fiery counterattack.
The flames surged, forcing her to keep her at bay. Her precious sword, Moran, scorched by the heat, was burning hot. Ignoring the burns on her hands, Melissa gripped the sword tightly.

The Pirate King, who had her on the defensive, launched a lightning-fast counterattack, his demonic sword wreathed in flames, its force overwhelming and menacing.

With nowhere to retreat, Melissa had no choice but to fight back. Amidst the clash of weapons, a torrent of force sent her sword flying, revealing her slender hands covered in blisters.

Melissa, still trying to draw her throwing knives to retaliate, heard the princess's mournful cry to stop.

Had she reached her limit?

Melissa glanced around at the Chappell army, who had dealt a blow to the pirates. Less than one-tenth remained, the few remaining ships besieged by an enemy ten times their size. But regardless of formation or enemy strength, the warriors, knowing it was futile, had fought to this point, fulfilling their duty to their predecessors, their people, and their families.

Melissa, drawing her needle-like dart, hesitated, wondering whether to plunge it into her own chest. But thinking of the baby in her womb, grief overwhelmed her, and she suddenly couldn't bring herself to do it. How could she bear to take her unborn child with her?
The pirate king, witnessing her impending suicide, seized this fleeting opportunity, striking her arm with lightning speed, preventing her from taking her own life.

"Dying isn't so easy!"

the witch uttered, a melodious, clear laugh, but her eyes radiated a chilling resentment, as if she harbored a blood feud with Daniani and Melissa.

The victorious pirates imprisoned the few remaining survivors. The black-clad witch took charge of Princess Daniani and Melissa. On their first day as prisoners, they were merely confined to the ship's cabin. Melissa, though chained, had already had her hand wound treated by a doctor.

If the pirates only wanted ransom, that would be one thing; they were rumored to not only rape but also sell people into slavery and even conduct inhumane magical experiments. Princess Danianier, her future uncertain, was truly restless. Especially thinking of yesterday's battle, where thousands of loyal soldiers had perished for her. In contrast, Melissa was much calmer; even if she were raped, she was mentally prepared. The problem was her child. She couldn't bear to lose this child; she wanted to protect her, yet she didn't know how the pirates would treat her.

The agonizing wait finally came to an end. The witch and the pirate king led them to other cells. Along the way, the corridors echoed with the cries of women: lewd, pleasurable gasps; heart-wrenching growls of pain; sorrowful sobs and wails.

Maintaining a calm, icy expression was a tremendous effort for Melissa. What kind of torture had those women endured? How horrific must the torture be to elicit such mournful cries? And why, in contrast to the chilling atmosphere, were there women making wanton, lewd moans? Princess Daniel, on the other hand, was utterly bewildered. It wasn't surprising that the women's cries contained sorrow; the wicked pirates certainly wouldn't treat their prisoners kindly. But
what were those strange, intermittent moans, sounding like both pleasure and pain?

Finally, they arrived at a foul-smelling, dark, windowless cell with only a vent facing the corridor, filled with torture instruments.

Daniel, oblivious to the danger, curiously observed the various unfamiliar and strange objects.

As the commander of the Knights and also responsible for maintaining domestic order, Melissa was a woman of considerable experience. At this point, the Kingdom of Chappell was no longer a threat, and interrogating them was unnecessary. However, besides whips, branding irons, and chains, the room contained a triangular wooden horse, a wooden phallus made to resemble a male phallus, and a penis eye ring. These were all things that violated the Bible and God's righteousness—evil and lewd items. To even possess them, let alone use them, was an unforgivable sin. She had arrested many men and women who dared to commit treason and the death penalty for possessing or using such items.

"You…you two shameless scoundrels, aren't you afraid of going to hell after you die?" Faced with Melissa's righteous accusation, the Pirate King and the Witch first exchanged glances, then burst into laughter.

The Pirate King sneered, "You've already committed murder and arson. What are you afraid of after death? Besides, there's no god to punish sinners after death, what's there to fear?"

The witch, whose purity rivaled even that of the princess, sneered, "Hell! The Church has shown me hell, right here in this world. So I'll show you believers the hell I, the witch, have created."

Realizing that lecturing these two rebels on morality was useless, Melissa, her face flushed crimson, said no more.

Section Three:

"From today onward, you are my new slaves. Dress me!" The witch spoke provocatively, a hint of amusement flashing in her phoenix eyes.

Throwing a roll of bandages and a pile of leather clothing at Daniel and Melissa respectively.

"These are clothes?" Daniel picked up the bandages, her expression uncertain.

"Of course! If you're not satisfied, I'll make you wear leaves. If you dare to be so difficult, you won't even get leaves, but the world will feast its eyes on the princess's precious body." The domineering witch was like a servant of the underworld. Her difficult attitude was enough to wound one deeply.

The witch, who intended to torment the princess, didn't get the expected humiliation and insults, but instead, she leisurely moved one of her soft hands towards her.

"Please take off my clothes?" The princess's expression was as calm as if she were in her own boudoir, dressing up. It was as if the witch and the pirate king were dead and wouldn't see her naked body.

"Take them off yourself! Do I, as her master, have to dress up for your lowly, wanton slave?"

"I don't know how to take off clothes. If you don't want to, please tell the maid to do it."

Dani'er's reaction made the witch so angry that smoke rose from her head, and her almond eyes widened. The pirate king, on the other hand, laughed heartily and generously.

"You'll just play the role of a maid then? You really are a princess who expects to be fed and clothed."

Danielle, her eyebrows furrowed, retorted, "Of course, maids serve you meals. Don't you have any servants?"

The enraged witch, her pretty face flushed crimson, angrily grabbed at the princess's dress, saying, "Who's like you, expecting to be fed and clothed?"

"Stop! How dare you be so disrespectful to the princess!" Melissa, overwhelmed with rage after picking up the dress, was unable to speak. Her cold, beautiful face erupted with an avalanche of fury. She raised her bound arms, desperately trying to attack the witch.

Suddenly, Melissa was pulled away, and the Pirate King slapped her, the force of the blow arriving before the palm even touched her skin.

"Smack!" A crisp sound rang out, and five striking finger marks were imprinted on her porcelain-like cheek.
"Get your identities straight. You're no longer princesses and knight commanders, just slaves to be slaughtered by us! Don't even mention changing your clothes. This world is a dog-eat-dog world. Even if we drag you out for a thousand-person mission and gang-rape you to death, so what? Isn't that what your followers do?"

With blood trickling from her mouth, Melissa trembled as she swallowed her pent-up resentment and hatred. She didn't refute the Pirate King's anti-divine pronouncements, but the situation was beyond her control; she had already cursed him a thousand times in her heart as utter nonsense.

"If you don't change, we'll beat you until your clothes are torn to shreds! You'll be in so much pain you won't want to wear them anymore."

With a casual wave of his hand, the Pirate King used his palm to pull a long whip, as thick as a little finger, from the dazzling array of erotic instruments on the wall. He lashed the ground three times, creating three grooves in the wooden plank. Melissa could withstand this, but how could a princess of golden branches and jade leaves possibly?

"Captain Melissa, don't be so particular about such trivial matters." Princess Daniel offered her hand to the Pirate King.

"You want me to undress you? I'm a man!"

Not only the Pirate King, but the witch and Melissa were also stunned. The princess was so shameless! Could it be that the seemingly innocent and chaste princess was actually a wanton and shameless person inside?

"Is that not allowed?"

It wasn't that she was calm; the princess truly didn't know what shame was. To her, servants were as natural as cats and dogs in an ordinary person's home. In her pure and flawless heart, there was no distinction between men and women.

"Looks like I've caught something interesting!" The witch found Daniel quite intriguing. This wasn't the first time the princess had been "trained," but she was either arrogant and willful or suppressed by etiquette into a mindless human doll. The princess, with a heart as pure as floating clouds and clear as water droplets, without a trace of impurity, was someone she had never trained before.

"Let me be your servant this once!" The witch removed the gloves from Daniel's soft, rounded arms. The princess's movements as she changed were elegant and natural, without a trace of shyness. If it weren't for the fact that the person she was dealing with was her father's killer and her own humiliation, she might have even offered a grateful smile, as if she were dealing with a palace maid.

A moment later, the naked princess appeared before the witch and the pirate king, her petite figure exquisite, her body perfectly proportioned, her breasts soft and white as jade, her nipples blooming tenderly. Her slightly rounded buttocks were smooth and glossy, like satin, white as snow. Her slender waist was easily encircled, and on her mysterious, private area were two glistening labia, completely hairless, a secluded place that stirred the imagination. The pirate king and the witch were astonished by her ethereal beauty, as if a fairy had descended to earth. Princess Daenerys maintained her impeccable composure, only reluctant to show her charming smile to her enemies.

Her masters had never seen such a woman. Women are creatures deeply sensitive to shame; aside from the lowest prostitutes who can be ridden by thousands and remain unmoved even when naked before men, they are usually somewhat shy even with their lovers or husbands. Princess Daenerys's naturalness surpassed that of a child; she felt no shame whatsoever for her nakedness. This open and honest charm was captivating, bewitching even without physical allure.
As the witch bandaged the princess, fearing the pirate king's whip and worrying about the risk of miscarriage, Melissa, as a mother, removed her armor, revealing her exquisitely beautiful body. With her azure eyes, flowing brown hair, and picturesque features, Melissa possessed an irresistible charm.
Her large, full breasts, firm and beautifully protruding, her slender waist, and her plump, round, snowy buttocks were heavy with alluring charm. Sparse, oval-shaped downy hair covered her vulva, revealing glimpses of a virgin's pink secret cleft.

Any man who saw it would instinctively raise his erection.

The clothes bestowed upon Melissa included elbow-length black leather gloves and knee-length leather boots, the leather glossy and reflective.
However, the leather garment itself was utterly inappropriate; it covered her completely from the shoulders to the buttocks, yet three huge holes were ripped in the chest and between the thighs. Her magnificent breasts and secret garden were completely exposed. Wearing such shameless and degrading clothes caused Melissa excruciating pain. Her expression, once icy and aloof, now held a hint of rosy blush, making her so alluring that one wanted to kiss her.

Compared to Melissa, who covered her private parts with her hands, Princess Daniel, though clad in bandages that were practically nonexistent, retained the dignified air of a princess. A truly perfect woman, even in tattered clothes, cannot conceal her naturally alluring beauty. The witch, with her wickedness, wrapped several layers of bandages around her breasts and genitals, making her not only sensual but also alluringly prone to revealing glimpses of her body. This, combined with a delicate and pitiful beauty, made one reluctant to harm her.

After changing, the witch hacked their clothes to shreds and threw them into a brazier filled with branding irons. She watched the clothes smoke and turn to ash. Princess Daenerys remained unmoved, but Melissa had a premonition that what she cherished was about to be shattered.

Melissa, drugged to the point of superhuman strength, had her limbs bound by iron chains, which were connected to a winch.
Princess Daenerys, powerless, was ordered to sit on the ground with her legs spread, just like Melissa.

The poor knight commander's private parts were laid bare before the pirate king. The princess's alluring genitals were deeply bandaged, their contours clearly visible, only slightly better than Melissa's nakedness.

The first step of the "training" was the witch's magical examination of their bodies. After chanting incantations, she showed a satisfied expression to Daenerys. To Melissa, however, she exclaimed in surprise, then gave a malicious, low smirk.
Next, the witch brought in two large, three-foot-long wolfhounds, along with two blocks of butter served by a maid.

The two dogs barked incessantly at Melissa and Daenerys, their teeth bared and drool dripping – a truly frightening sight.

Normally, Melissa would have no fear of a dog, but now, barely clothed, her body drugged and bound, she was utterly powerless to resist. The thought of the pirate king and the witch's wicked scheme filled her with dread. Princess Daenerys, facing the wickedly smiling witch, showed a slight fear of the dogs. Then, forcing herself to calm down, Princess Daenerys opened her lips and sang a heavenly song imbued with her kindness. The melodious tune was beautiful and moving, like a warm spring breeze, cleansing the soul. Even the two hungry dogs, with their voracious appetites, suppressed their hunger and listened attentively.

Listening to this pure and holy celestial sound, Melissa was overcome with sorrow. Princess Daenerys, beloved by everyone in the palace, possessed a voice powerful enough to attract a thousand birds. When she sang in the verdant gardens, all the palace servants would retreat to watch her enchanting, ethereal voice. Those who witnessed this miracle, disregarding church rules, privately praised the princess as an angel descended from heaven. Now… now the princess, naked and bandaged, sings to the dogs in her cell to save herself. Why is fate so cruel? Why is God testing Chappelle like this? She herself has broken the church rules, transgressed the vow of incest with Grimm, yet the princess is innocent. Why? Why?

"Unbelievable! Michael and the others have actually stopped moving." The witch was deeply shaken by the princess's power.
To possess such canine control without magic—Princess Daenerys was truly amazing.

Her song, imbued with messages of peace and benevolent desire, could move the dogs, but not the humans.

The witch and the pirate king each took a dinner knife and smeared butter on Melissa and Princess Daniel's secret flowers.
"Stop! You're not human, what are you doing?"

To Melissa's trembling voice, the witch replied maliciously, "Let a dog give you oral sex! Your lover is dead, you haven't had any pleasure in a long time, have you? You should thank me, a dog's tongue is far superior to fingers and human tongues, no woman who has tried it can compare to its taste."

"You...you...you..." Melissa gritted her teeth in hatred, never imagining that the witch would do such a despicable and shameless thing.

"Demon! You're not human, why are you treating us like this? I will haunt you even as a ghost!"

"What a joke! Have you ever seen a demon? Heh. Let me tell you, humans are the demons, especially religious people, the higher the class, the more evil they are. Ghost? According to your beliefs, the soul ascends to heaven after death, are you going to wait until the end of the world to come and take revenge on me?"

Although it was vulgar, Melissa had no other choice. She spat, aiming a spittle at the witch's face. Despite being so close, the black cat on her shoulder managed to deflect it. Witnessing the cat's defilement, the witch slapped Melissa four times, left and right, mercilessly. In a chillingly cold tone, she said, "You dare defile my cat. This is a small punishment; next time I'll cut open your belly and take your child."
In an instant, Melissa's face drained of color. How…how did she know?

"Unmarried pregnancy, your faith is truly steadfast! The chaste knight commander." Being mocked by this lewd witch caused Melissa unbearable pain. Why had she fallen to such a state? What was wrong with her uncontrollable passion with Grimm? To be insulted by such a person was too tragic. For a moment, the proud and confident Melissa's eyes filled with tears.
Melissa, terrified by the sight of the magic knife hovering over her vulva, even plunged the cold blade directly into her warm, moist flower path. Danielle's situation was entirely different. The Pirate King's repeated mockery only earned her a bewildered look. When the bandages were pulled back and butter was applied to her vulva with the knife, she wasn't fearless; she simply didn't understand why she should feel shame and indignation.

"Captain Melissa, please don't be afraid. A little butter won't hurt. We must remain calm, uphold our faith, and patiently wait for God's trial to end. Also, congratulations on your pregnancy! Is the baby in your belly Grin's?"
The princess's innocent, childlike voice warmed Melissa's heart. Since becoming pregnant, she had lived in constant fear, keeping this secret deep within her heart, not even daring to reveal it to her own mother. Thinking of her poor child, whose first blessing was at this very moment, a wave of sorrow washed over her, and tears welled in her eyes. "Your Highness, Melissa will protect you no matter what." Not only to preserve the bloodline of His Majesty the King, who has shown me such profound kindness and loyalty, but also for your prayers for my child and your heartfelt tenderness.

"Princess, are you afraid when I have a wolfhound lick you like that?"

"Why should I be afraid?" Her clear, emerald eyes blinked, seemingly confused.

The witch and the pirate king were truly at a loss in this situation. Melissa, her eyes filled with fear, trembled uncontrollably as she moved between the blade and the wolfhound. The princess showed no sign of being humiliated, which deeply frustrated them. It was like smearing a blank sheet of paper with ink; after a shake, the paper remained pristine, making them feel utterly worthless. However, they were not mortals. Daniel's pure, innocent heart was something they couldn't bear to defile. But the more innocent she was, the more interesting it was to defile her. What expression would she have when she went from being unaware of fear to screaming in terror? The pleasure of raping a prostitute naturally couldn't compare to the sense of conquest one could enjoy by raping a saint.

In the fourth section

, "Go!" Released from their leashes, the two ravenously hungry wolfhounds, like wild horses unleashed, pounced on Princess Daenerys and Commander Melissa's genitals. The drooling giants extended their rough, long tongues, fiercely licking Daenerys's butter-coated lips, quickly wiping them clean. Daenerys

, experiencing pleasure for the first time, felt a strange and bewildering sensation in her chest. Her lower body burned, experiencing an unprecedented, intoxicating pleasure. After finishing the butter from her smooth lips, the wolfhounds' tongues focused on licking the secret cleft of her mound, trying to obtain the butter hidden deep within her flower path.

"Hoo...ya...uh...ha...ha...ahhh..." Daenerys's beautiful voice rang out in cries of female ecstasy and madness.

"How does it feel to be eaten by a dog?"

To the witch's provocative question, Daniel, her cheeks flushed, answered haltingly, "So hot! I feel lightheaded, like something's moving inside me."

Such a novel reaction left the witch and the pirate king unsure whether to laugh or be angry. In contrast, Melissa's reaction was much more normal.

"Get away...get away..."

Despite her sharp shouts, she couldn't scare away the hungry dog before her. When the rough dog's tongue touched her vulva, Melissa shuddered, as if electrocuted. The butter provided lubrication, and the dog's tongue was covered in saliva; besides, her body hadn't been pampered in a long time. The loud, slurping licks brought Melissa to a blissful state.

But as a loyal knight who believed in God, not for love, being toyed with by an enemy using a dog... A thousand pounds of guilt and self-reproach weighed on her, causing her to scream in anguish.

"Stop! If you're going to kill me, then kill me... Why torture me like this..."

Her face, contorted with inexplicable rage, held a suppressed pleasure; her eyes, filled with grief and indignation, mingled with lust, and her entire body trembled.

"Teasing? It should be a blessing. Let's see how your little red bean reacts!"

"God..."

A humiliating groan escaped her lips as the witch reached up to touch the point where the labia met, her slender fingers gently pinching the female knight's clitoris.

"Clearly hard from pleasure, yet still hypocritical! Those who dare to commit adultery, what are you pretending to be chaste for? If you want pleasure, be honest!" The mocking words deeply wounded Melissa.

Before Princess Daniel could even reach climax, she was overwhelmed by the surging sensuality, her cheeks flushed crimson, her bandages soaked with dog saliva and her own secretions.

After her climax, Melissa lowered her head, closed her eyes, and wept softly. It was too cruel, to defile this body that belonged to Grin like this. More than the hatred for the witch and the pirate king, the lingering self-reproach in her heart was truly tormenting.

"What a despicable knight commander! The people of the church are all gilded on the outside, rotten on the inside. His lover's body is barely cold, and he's already succumbing to her barbed tongue; the child in his belly can't be any good either."

Hearing the witch's words, Melissa's pent-up grievances turned into unstoppable tears, and she burst into sobs.

"Take back your insult to the church! Commander Grin's child will definitely be a pillar of the nation in the future." Facing Princess Daenerys's resolute gaze, the witch's face was icy, and she slapped the princess's cheek, leaving a bright red handprint.

Daenerys, who had never been struck before, had tears in her eyes, evoking pity. But the tears couldn't shake her unwavering resolve.

Imprisoned in the ship's cabin, unaware of the passage of time, Daenerys and Melissa underwent relentless training day and night. Every time she woke up, she was either fed dog food or subjected to various forms of shameful discipline. Enemas and forced urination were, of course, part of the ordeal. Melissa was tortured to the point of being emaciated. Daenerys, though outwardly delicate, possessed a will far stronger than Melissa's. Each time, she accepted the enemas naturally, and even when covered in excrement and urine, her beauty remained undiminished. Often, Princess Daenerys even willingly bathed in Melissa's golden waters.

The witch even forced them both to crawl on the ground, leading them to the deck, where they were forced to masturbate naked in front of hundreds of sailors. Melissa, who resisted fiercely, yielded again and again under the brutal suppression of the whip, for the sake of her unborn child. As for Princess Daenerys, innocent and pure, she couldn't comprehend the humiliation in this.
She continued to worship God, long for her father in heaven, and care for her people.

During her first forced oral sex, the witch finally found the first crack in the princess's defenses. The Pirate King, who hadn't bathed for three days, was covered in sweat, his masculine odor pungent. Under the threat of whips and clubs, Melissa loosened the Pirate King's belt with her mouth, pulled down his underwear, revealing his magnificent penis.

But Daniel said, "I won't lick it! It smells awful."

"Here, do you think you have the right not to lick?"

"Daniel will never lick it."

"Fine! Let's see if you can endure as much as Melissa." The witch gleefully took a thick leather whip from the wall.
Although Melissa had yielded, it was only because her hands were sore from the beating; she didn't believe the princess with her delicate skin could withstand it.

Using the winch connecting the chains, the witch hoisted Daniel's beautiful, pristine body onto the triangular wooden horse.
The peach blossom spring pressed against the sharp, hard wood, causing Daniel to frown deeply.

"If you want me to stop, then kneel down and lick." The Pirate King strode to the triangular wooden horse and stood there, his penis pointing high at the princess.

"Crack!"

A crisp crack of the whip rang out as the thick leather whip struck the princess's smooth, pink back. How could her delicate skin withstand such torture? A foot-long lash was left on her smooth, snow-white back, red, swollen, and purple.
"It hurts..." Daniel cried out in a pitiful voice, a sound that tugged at the heartstrings. Two clear tears streamed down the pretty face of this golden princess.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!" The witch, aroused by the beating, fiercely lashed the whip across Daniel's beautiful body. Her slender waist, long, pink legs, jade-like back, even her tender breasts—the most precious private parts of a woman—were not spared the whipping.

After more than ten lashes, Daniel was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, her eyes red from crying, her body covered in crisscrossing blue, purple, and red welts. Where the welts intersected, blood seeped out, like beads of ruby.

"Lick it!"

"No...I won't..." Crying like a heartbreaking figure, the princess's resolute defenses remained unshaken.

"Stop! You can't strike Her Highness's precious body. I'll lick it myself." Melissa, who shared her suffering and supported her, felt more than just a subject to the princess; they were like sisters. How could she stand by and watch her suffer?
"It's none of your business, you wretched woman!" The witch, her expression excited, lashed Melissa's slightly protruding abdomen with her whip, causing her to writhe on the ground in pain. Having no way to harm the princess, the witch seized this opportunity, determined to oppress her until she submitted. She wanted to trample Daniel's dignity into the ground.

"Melissa... is your stomach alright? The baby..." Amidst the rain of whips, Daniel cried out in a defiant, sorrowful voice.

"I'm fine, thankfully." Melissa, sprawled on the ground, could only see Daniel's exquisitely sculpted body, stained with eerie red, blue, and purple marks, making her even more radiant.

The Pirate King, watching Daniel writhe in pain, her brows furrowed, her body drenched in cold sweat, still maintained her serene composure. The princess, writhing in agony, was truly pitiful.

Faced with Daniel's defiance, the witch lashed the whip even harder. The princess's cries echoed in the room.

"No..."

Clutching her abdomen with both hands, dragging her chains, Melissa rushed forward, her jade-like back meeting the whip, protecting the princess.
"Melissa, let me go! My child is more important!"

"I can't let the princess suffer."

Melissa clenched her teeth, biting her lip until it bled, as whips rained down on her back, tearing her skin.
"Truly a virtuous ruler and loyal subject! I'll let you two suffer together."

The witch laughed wildly as she continued to lash out with the whips, even though she herself was drenched in sweat.

"Stop! I'll lick it."

"Your Highness..."

"I can't let the child in your womb suffer with us. As a mother, Melissa must take care of her health. If the mother is unwell, isn't that bad for the fetus?" A sorrowful, bitter smile bloomed on her holy face, bringing tears to Melissa's eyes.

Daniel, shivering with pain, endured the pungent stench and lowered her noble body, taking the pirate king's countless dragon roots into her mouth.

"Ah! That felt so good." The warm, melting sensation in her mouth was indescribable. Though the princess's tongue technique was lacking, its smoothness surpassed even silk. The ecstasy of her licking and circling the glans was worth every penny. After enjoying Daenerys's service, the pirate king sprayed his semen onto her wounded body before leaving with the witch.

That night, after their wounds were treated, they felt a cool sensation. Dressed almost naked, they nestled together.
"Princess Daenerys, I am utterly useless. Not only could I not avenge you, but I've also dragged you down to this state."
Melissa, her eyes brimming with tears, had lost her former cold beauty, leaving only a haggard face.

"Hold on, hope remains!"

Daniar gently stroked Melissa's wounded back, her tender fingers embracing her with boundless affection. Conceiving the child of the one she loved should be one of the happiest things in the world. Daniar knew pregnant women were often sentimental, and she should try her best to comfort and care for her.

"What will the future hold? It's utter darkness," Melissa stammered, her voice trembling with resentment. She didn't hate God, she didn't hate Grimm, she only hated the cruel twist of fate.

"No, we are women. Even if our bodies are ravaged, as long as we don't lose hope, as long as we hold onto a kind and loving heart, we remain chaste. It is not the court that judges, nor the mouths of the world, but God in heaven. Don't let yourself die with regret."

"Princess..." Although Daniar's injuries were far more severe than Melissa's, she comforted her with a pained expression.

Naturally, the two people, who depended on each other, kissed. Not out of coercion, but as a lesbian who willingly committed a sin against God. According to religious rules, they should have been executed by slitting their throats, draining their internal organs, and killing them. However, caught up in the passion of their lovemaking, they only knew how to comfort each other, engaging in a fiery same-sex love affair.

After their lovemaking, many wounds burst open, and blood seeped out. Danielle lovingly placed her hand on Melissa's increasingly swollen belly.

"Melissa! My mother died in childbirth, causing my father to regret it for the rest of his life. Although I never met my mother, I am forever grateful for her love. As a woman, one should not see childbirth as suffering, but as a gift from God.
In any case, I will help you, and I will do everything I can to give your unborn child, Grimm's child, a happy future."
"Princess... I... I really have no way to repay you." Melissa, moved to tears, was confident that even if the days from tomorrow were filled with despair, she would not let her unborn child and the princess suffer.

From then on, oral sex, enemas, exposure, forced urination, riding a triangular wooden horse, whipping, and dripping candle wax—a series of cruel and depraved tortures—were performed without interruption. Melissa and Danielle, oblivious to the passage of time, could only count the days from the growth of Melissa's fetus.
Now, with Melissa's breasts fuller and her buttocks heavier, they had been imprisoned for nearly half a year.

In this endless sea of suffering, Melissa and Danielle faced a dramatic change.

"After almost half a year of training, it's time to enjoy yourself." The pirate king fastened leather collars around the princess and the knight commander, leading them, clad in bandages and leather, onto the deck like dogs.

"Losing virginity is a capital offense. Miss Melissa, you will surely die upon returning home. But the princess has remained a virgin. Today, I will make you truly face despair." The witch's cold gaze seemed to pierce their bodies.

"I know you two bitches are very close, secretly engaging in homosexuality."

Upon learning they had been spied on, Danielle and Melissa blushed instantly, deeply embarrassed.

"Your bodies can't function without men, but being a sex slave isn't just about the body; your hearts must also become sex slaves. Today, I'll give you a test. The female dog, Danielle, must offer her virginity to my husband, the Pirate King, and make him feel immense pleasure, shooting his noble semen into your cunt. The female dog, Melissa, will have orgys with the soldiers; since you have experience, it will be a bit harder. You must make all ten of them ejaculate. Once they ejaculate, I'll behead them. Whoever finishes first, I'll release them; the other one... well, they'll be used to feed the sharks."
As the witch finished speaking, ten wounded Chappell soldiers were brought onto the deck. Seeing the princess and the knight commander's lewd behavior, the soldiers cursed the enemy's viciousness, wishing they could tear the pirates apart, but only received beatings in return.

"To save their lives, we must act quickly! Or perhaps you haven't reached the point of sacrificing yourselves to save them? If so, I'll switch the terms. How about it?" A

now enlightened Danielle barked excitedly, her voice filled with lewd implications. She crawled towards the swaggering Pirate King on his throne. She firmly believed that no matter how much physical torture she endured, a bath would suffice. As long as her heart remained untainted, a woman would remain pure.

In contrast, Melissa was in excruciating pain. If she allowed these captured soldiers to ejaculate, they would be beheaded. If they didn't die, the princess would. The princess's life was more important than the soldiers', both personally and for the greater good, but how could she personally harm her own troops?

"Commander! Please save the princess. Our lowly lives are not worth our pity!" Ten soldiers simultaneously knelt on one knee.
"I... how can I exchange your lives for the princess?" Melissa, overwhelmed with grief, was filled with a torrent of sorrow.

"It's alright! Death is a relief for us. We've had enough of that witch's experiments; she's not human. Look..." The soldier raised his arm, terrifying Melissa to the core. It wasn't a human hand, but a beast's claw.

"Rather than live a life worse than death, let's exchange our worthless lives for the princess's!"

Section Five:

"Gentlemen! Please forgive Melissa for not only failing to lead you to victory but also falling to this state. Let's all attack together! Don't pity me."

Her eyes were filled with tears, her face sorrowful, her hair swaying in the sea breeze like willow branches. Yet she wore shiny black leather gloves and boots, her large breasts protruding from the holes in her leather coat, her deep red nipples swaying seductively, and a fake tail inserted into her anus, swaying left and right, arousing lust.

Stripped of the soldiers' loyalty, those who had survived the cruel magical experiments had lost all hope of escape, only desiring a peaceful death. Now, before their deaths, they could share a final tender moment with their once-honorable knight commander, Melissa. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears streamed down the faces of the soldiers, their genitals erect. Surrounded by the enemy, they pounced on Melissa, now a debased, pregnant bitch, in her early twenties.

Her body bore numerous half-rotted and inflamed wounds; one or two of her limbs had been transplanted into animalistic forms. The soldiers, their lust ignited, tore at her with their hands and bit her, quickly transforming her into a plump, white sheep with a large belly.

Tears streamed down their faces as twenty hands simultaneously grasped Melissa's entire body. The lack of sunlight during her imprisonment had made her skin even more eerily white and smooth; her two enormous breasts, too large to be held in one hand, required two hands to encircle. Those who rubbed her buttocks and plucked the pubic hair inhaled the intoxicating scent of her body, like the sweet and sour aroma of cheese.

"To save the princess, we must hurry! Besides my private parts, we can also use my mouth and anus."
Melissa, moaning and groaning from the rubbing, deliberately parted her legs, revealing her plump, fleshy buttocks. Her slender fingers pressed against her delicate, maiden-like anus. The pink anus contracted and writhed in tension, as if beckoning them.

Prisoners usually had a hearty meal before execution. To be able to have sex with a voluptuous pregnant woman before death was enough to make them feel content.

The men spat on the knight commander, or even urinated on her as lubrication, making the once-respected commander appear even more vulgar and despicable. Then they lifted Melissa, inserting two penises into her mouth and anus, while a beast-like, bristly, nearly foot-long penis reached directly into the birthplace of countless heroes.

Wild and stimulating roars echoed through the sky, mixed with the woman's wanton and seductive moans.
Concerned for the life of the child in Melissa's womb, Princess Daniel reluctantly resorted to the lewd techniques the witch had forcibly instilled in her during days of training. The pure and graceful Daniel sent out a passionate glance, tore off her bandages, and blew them towards the Pirate King. Her heart pounded with anxiety, completely unaware of the effect.

The bandages, fragrant with the scent of youthful perfume, drifted like white petals on the wind, and the golden maiden of Chappell boldly performed a lewd dance of nudity before the Pirate King.

Occasionally, a hint of longing would appear on her face, yet her dance remained elegant and orthodox. The Pirate King could understand why King Miller regarded Princess Daniel as his most precious treasure. Her fair, translucent skin, like jade, every gesture, every step, was so alluring, like a celestial maiden descended from heaven. That kind of captivating charm made one reluctant to harm her. The Pirate King, momentarily mesmerized, could only gaze upon Daniel's slender, beautiful body from his chair. Her precious beauty, like a rainbow in the heavens, was enough to keep him completely absorbed.

On the other side, Melissa was experiencing wave after wave of climaxes. The soldiers, their implanted beast penises filling her flower-like orifice to overflowing
, used their powerful arms and legs to thrust and pound, touching every inch of her body and flower-like orifice. The pregnant woman, held up to the waist by the soldiers, her cherry lips slightly parted, licked and played with the humanoid beast-shaped penises. She never imagined she would betray Green and serve so many soldiers with her lips and tongue. But... faced with soldiers nearly bruised and battered, what could she do? Since death was inevitable, the only way to repay them was to let them enjoy themselves to the fullest before they died.

Her tongue teased and swirled around the glans, saliva coating the shaft, radiating a seductive glow in the sunlight.

"Ah..." The soldiers, long deprived of the taste of a woman, cried out in pleasure and joy, their semen gushing out, powerfully slicing through the air and splashing onto Melissa's firm breasts.

"Bang bang bang!" A burst of gunfire rang out as the pirates fired muskets, killing the soldiers who had ejaculated. The exhausted soldiers fell with satisfied smiles.

"No..." Melissa howled in agony, her voice filled with sorrow, heartbreaking to hear.

Not only did her limbs writhe and struggle, but her genitals also writhed, the soft, sticky mucous membranes squeezing out the semen from the beast's penis. The soldier, transformed into a half-human, half-beast, roared and howled. He charged and thrust, penetrating the deepest part of the woman's body, releasing his pent-up essence.

"Oh oh oh oh...so good!"

As he finished speaking, a long halberd swung behind him, decapitating the soldier, blood splattering on the deck.

Hundreds of enemies surrounded them. Unarmed, the soldiers, shackled, had no power to resist. At the same time, the soldier who was penetrating her anus was killed after releasing his semen. After three consecutive shots, three lives were lost.
In that instant, witnessing the splattering blood and semen, Melissa first cried, then let out a maniacal laugh like a demon. She felt her faith and spirit had collapsed; why hadn't God intervened to save them?
She felt she was the most despicable mother in the world, pregnant yet still engaging in such promiscuous acts with men. "Grin, I'm sorry, but I will offer my body to these dying people." The thing I feel most sorry for is that I felt pleasure. My mouth, vagina, and anus were filled with penises, and men clung to my body like moths to a flame. They were so magnificent, fucking me until my heart pounded.

Licking the semen mixed with blood, Melissa thrust her large belly forward, straddling the men and rocking back and forth, enjoying the soldiers' last baptism of semen. Until the last soldier ejaculated and died under the pirates' spears, feeling deeply guilty, she couldn't stop thrusting her hips up and down on her master's dead penis, enjoying unparalleled pleasure.

Melissa's body, after experiencing such a hard, relentless onslaught of penises, could no longer live without men.

In the same activity, Danielle took out a penis from the pirate king's pants, carefully licked it, and then parted her red lips to take the penis into her mouth.

"Hoo..." the pirate king groaned softly. As expected of a princess, even her oral cavity was far superior to that of ordinary people. Her tongue was moist and elastic, pressing against the tender flesh, so pleasurable that it made one lose their footing.

With a loud shout, the Pirate King took the initiative, his eyes flashing with the aura of a conqueror of the seven seas. His hands moved like the wind, shifting to the ground, and he swiftly placed Princess Daenerys on a chair. With a thrust, his penis plunged straight into the untouched depths of her flower stalk.

"It hurts... ahhh... ooh..." The princess's mournful cries almost made the Pirate King stop. But the princess's body was too alluring; its tightness didn't feel like penetration. It felt like forcing his way into a breathtakingly tender mass of flesh, his penis piercing through countless barriers, penetrating the proof of virginity, reaching the very end of her flower bud, pressing against her cervix.

"It hurts so much... Father, Father... Daenerys is in so much pain..." Her sobs were like a child's, her face like a compassionate angel, yet her flower-like opening was that of a seductive witch. Conquering Daenerys, whose heart was as pure as paper, only fueled the pirate king's ambition.

After a brief pause, the pirate king thrust forward with fierce power, penetrating dozens of times in an instant, using her virgin blood as lubricant to defile her pure mistress.

"Ah!" The princess, her lower body being thrust into by the penis, saw the soldiers surrounding Melissa being beheaded after ejaculating. The jets of blood spraying into the air shocked the princess's fragile heart.

Father, what did Daenerys do wrong! You are about to die with me, the army is defeated, the fate of the country is uncertain, Melissa has suffered great humiliation, and I am being ravaged by the pirate king's hot, hard penis. It hurts so much! Father.
"God will not forgive you for daring to treat me and the Kingdom of Chappell like this." A glare, the resentment in her eyes, even made the notoriously wicked Pirate King momentarily lose his temper.

"You mean I treated you like this?" As she answered, the Pirate King thrust fiercely into the woman's vulva, which had brought him such ecstasy.

"Ugh...ah...it's so painful...ahhh..." Her pearly teeth clenched tightly around her tender cherry lips, and Danielle's brows furrowed.

"So what if I'm raping a princess right now? Will God punish me? What divine retribution did I suffer when I killed your father? Raping a woman of faith is really quite exhilarating. You're human, I'm human, when has God ever interfered in this world? If there's any interference, it's handing you over to me. Hate God if you want! As for you, a princess who lives off others, I'll teach you how to become a sex slave, how to pursue lewd pleasures and make a living by selling your body. A sex slave is like a privately owned prostitute, even more degrading than a prostitute, because a prostitute has no choice in whether to sell or not, but a sex slave has no choice." The Pirate King also believed in God, but he believed that God created the world to amuse and toy with humanity through endless wars, poverty, plagues, and natural disasters, for His amusement and entertainment in heaven. The Pirate King was such a demon, more rebellious than even atheists.

The insult to her faith couldn't shake the strong-willed princess, but the pirate king's words—that God had entrusted her to him—actually drove a giant nail of doubt into the walls of Daniel's heart. Even though she knew "prostitute" referred to a woman of low status, she didn't understand what selling one's body meant. But these words, though seemingly harsh, had already filled the weeping princess with disbelief and wavering.

The princess was exceptionally beautiful; after months of training, her flower-like opening was now secreting a sweet nectar, mixed with virgin blood and the pirate king's semen, allowing his thick member to move freely. However, for Daniel, a woman of noble birth, her first sexual experience was with such a magnificent object—how could

her tender flesh possibly withstand it? The pirate king listened to Daniel's cries, which gradually shifted from bitter sorrow to soft moans of pleasure. Her ten slender fingers, untouched by any hardship, sometimes clenched into fists, sometimes stretched out.

After a smug chuckle, the Pirate King lifted the princess's legs, spread them wide, and thrust his penis straight to the very end of her life.

"Ahhh...uh...ya..." Pleasant moans gradually overwhelmed the pain.

"Starting to get aroused, Your Highness, hmph hmph hmph." The Pirate King then unleashed his full array of bedroom skills, using his hands, mouth, tongue, fingers, and penis to bring Daniel a storm of pleasure. His penis swirled and churned, galloping wildly.

"Ah..." Princess Daniel, weeping pitifully, felt the initial pleasure of a gentle stream surge up to the level of a raging torrent. A warm sensation rose from her lower abdomen, spreading throughout her body, her mind a blur. Then something gushed from within her. Suddenly, her wounded soul was overwhelmed by the overwhelming sensual stimulation, and Daniel experienced her first orgasm since birth. As

the princess climaxed, her tender flesh rippled like a thousand waves, causing the Pirate King to lose control and ejaculate all his life essence into the princess's body.

"Hoo! Which side is faster?"

The witch looked at the princess limp beneath the Pirate King and Melissa, who was riding on the corpse in a frenzy, and couldn't tell which side was faster.

"It was my side that ejaculated first!" Daniel and Melissa, concerned for each other's lives more than their own, said in unison.
The two women's voices, one clear and beautiful and the other wanton, were filled with anxiety and worry.

"Ugh! What a lewd princess and knight commander! Hahaha..."

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