A Delayed Rescue

Sir Evard caught the small red imp as it launched toward his face and smashed it dead against the stone wall of the abandoned castle with a gauntleted fist. The demons that lurked here threw themselves at him with reckless abandon, as lesser fiends were wont to do.

"Evard!" He called his own name as a battle cry as he swept into the next chamber, sword and armor gleaming. Two more imps rushed at him and he cut them down with a flourish. He noticed with disgust that one of them was erect, its fiendish phallus dripping some sort of unholy fluid.

"These truly are the spawn of evil, Slave Cora." He spoke the pronouncement with the gravitas of a grave revelation.

"They...

are

demons, my lord." Cora said, refraining from sighing or rolling her eyes only because Evard had expressly told her not to. The petite elf followed after her master at a safe distance, stepping carefully over the piles of demonic ichor that the imps reverted to once slain.

Evard stopped for a moment and seemed to genuinely consider her borderline glib comment, then nodded solemnly.

"Yes... yes they are. Onward!" He charged forward, crashing through yet another unlocked door and bounding up the stone steps beyond.

Cora, once sure she was out of earshot, let out a heavy sigh and shook her head. Then she hiked up the huge pack on her shoulders and reluctantly plodded up the stairs after her master.

At the top of the steps Sir Evard slowed as he reached a wooden door. He crouched, plate armor creaking only slightly, and put his ear to the door as Cora came up behind him.

"Oh so

now

you're attempting to be stealth-"

"Shhh!" Evard sprayed with a finger to his lips.

From inside the tower room the knight and the elf heard sounds of fleshy slapping, wet squelching, and feminine grunts recurring rhythmically. Cora grimaced.

"What are they doing to Lady Delphine in there?" Evard asked, a look of genuine horror on his face. Without waiting for Cora to postulate, he pushed open the door, revealing a scene of infernal depravity.

A crowd of imps surrounded the nude and prone body of Lady Delphine, Baroness of Westbrook. She lay on her back, legs forced apart, head pulled back, breasts protruding upward toward the chamber ceiling. Imps, with little red dicks standing at attention, were utilizing every crevice, fold, and orifice to pleasure themselves.

Two crowded together between her legs, using her pussy in tandem. One mounted her chin, bouncing tiny red balls off her nose as it fucked her mouth. There were three on her tits, one at her neck and one on her chest, fucking the top and bottom of her cleavage like a two man saw. The third was pleasuring himself with his tip pressed against her erect nipple.

A dozen more found less conventional stretches of the Baroness's flesh to pleasure themselves. Crimson cocks found pleasure in her belly button, her armpits, her thighs, between her fingers and toes, and even in her once flowing ringlets of auburn hair.

As they watched, the imp in her mouth shuddered in climax and fluttered away. Lady Delphine coughed, a bit of cum splashing over her face, and swallowed. Even as she did so, another imp took his fellow's place and began rutting away at the inside of her cheek.

"Evard! Evard will rescue you my lady!" The knight sprang forward and the imps scattered. He chased them around the chamber, slashing with his longsword and crushing with his fist. A few furious minutes later the last of the imps had been slain, and Evard stood panting in the center of the chamber. He shook what demonic ichor he could off the blade, then handed it to Cora.

"This will need to be cleaned thoroughly, Slave Cora."

"Oh Evard! You've rescued me." The Lady Delphine stood on shaky legs and moved toward the knight. Her skin and hair were covered in layers upon layers of demon spunk, some wet, much of it dried. It dripped from her nose, her lips, and from between her legs.

She moved to drape herself against Evard's shining breastplate, but he deftly sidestepped the cum-laden maiden (though I suppose maiden no longer).

"Slave Cora, do we have a blanket or something for this... for Lady Delphine?"

"We could give her the horse blanket." Cora replied.

Evard scoffed. "You would sully the equipment of a magnificent beast such as Revel? Nonsense, just give her your blanket."

Cora merely nodded and obliged, handing the blanket to the basted baroness. The elf lamented that she would have no blanket to sleep under tonight. The slave girl had long ago given up trying to reason or bargain with Evard. Once he decided upon a course of action, it would be done, no matter how insensate or inconvenient of a plan it might be.

"Thank you for your daring rescue, Sir Evard. I am more grateful than I can say." Lady Delphine began after wrapping herself in Cora's blanket.

"Of course, my lady, any damsel in distress within the realm of Eldermarch should not fear for rescue. Sir Evard the Excellent shall deliver them from peril." The knight struck a pose.

"Yes, I had heard you arrived at King Dorfler's court and promised to practice your knight errantry in our realm for a time, so I had no worries that you would be my savior from this predicament. Only... may I ask one question, sir knight?"

Evard shifted to yet another of his favorite heroic poses. "Of course, dear lady, ask away."

"Please do not question my gratitude, I am merely wondering... what took you so long? I became the plaything of those devils for

days

. I kept telling myself that you'd come, and you did, eventually, but... the king's court is naught but a half day's ride from here."

Evard's pose faltered and he drew a breath through his teeth. "Ah, yes, well... you see I had some very, nay extremely, important... um... duties to attend to at court."

"Oh... well of course I know a knight such as yourself wouldn't be waylaid from a quest without exceptionally good reason. Thank you again for the rescue." Lady Delphine's smile seemed a bit forced.

"You are so welcome, Baroness." Sir Evard placed his fists on his hips and raised his cleft chin high. "I truly am one of the greatest heroes of this or any age."

Cora, unable to restrain herself, let out another sigh.

Three Days Ago...

Sweat dripped from Sir Evard's noble forehead and splashed against the heaving bosom of Lady Juliett. Her fingernails scraped lines of raised red across his muscled back. He thrust deeply, filling her with himself as they intertwined in fornication that was at the very least impressive by an athletic standard.

The knight held the noblewoman aloft, supporting her weight solely with his arms beneath hers as he met her body with his thrusts. Lady Juliett in turn demonstrated immense flexibility, with her legs resting to either side of Evard's head even as she bent forward far enough to grip his back.

"I approach my climax," Evard warned.

"Finish inside me, Sir Evard. I want you to put a bastard in me." Juliett was breathless.

"Verily," the knight replied, and increased his tempo until the clap of flesh on flesh was loud in the bedchamber.

"Evard!" the knight cried out, grunting his own name as he poured his seed into Lady Juliett's tight quim.

"When are you to be wed to Frederick?" Evard asked later as they dressed.

"Tomorrow evening. You should attend." Juliett spoke with a mischievous smile.

"Perhaps it would be best if I did not, your husband-to-be has never liked me, for reasons I cannot fathom." Evard wiped his manhood clean on the bedsheets before tucking it away. "And besides, your sister Delphine is said to be missing, carried away by flying devils this morning. It is my duty as a hero to save her."

"Yes, yes, you're the hero knight who saves the downtrodden from evil," Juliett said with a dismissive wave, "but if you're out saving my sister, what hero will pump my womb full of fertile seed right before I take to the altar and say my vows?"

Evard's trousers betrayed a hint of revived arousal as he pondered the fair Lady Juliett's question.

"Good point," he said finally.

The Present...

Cora had been wrong. Evard, after urging Lady Delphine to clean herself as thoroughly as possible with it, returned her blanket. Subsequently, he had commanded Cora to give her clothes to the noblewoman, as the imps had torn hers to shreds long ago. Now, in order to avoid catching a chill, the elven slave girl would have to sleep in a blanket now utterly caked with the lustful ejaculations of a dozen demons.

She put that experience off as long as possible by huddling by the fire, putting a coat of sword oil on Evard's now spotless blade. She now wore only a modest chest wrap and loincloth made from matching white cloth. The Lady Delphine slept, snoring softly on Revel's saddle blanket. The stallion stood nearby, his white coat gleaming in the faint moonlight. Sir Evard sat across the fire from Cora, scribbling in a journal.

The knight had yet to attract a minstrel to his company that would chronicle his adventures, so for the time being he wrote them down himself.

I truly am an incredible knight

, Evard thought as he recalled only rarely needing to include small embellishments to improve the tales of his heroism.

He looked up at the thin elf girl as she rose and handed him his blade. He tucked away his journal and looked the sword over, nodding approvingly. The slave girl Cora had proven to be a satisfactory traveling companion to him for many reasons, even if she did forget her place on occasion. Though, it was his responsibility to ensure that she did not become too rebellious. Evard had found that the best way to prevent disobedience was to make sure that one was kept busy with one's duties.

It was this reasoning that allowed him to consider it a great honor and act of benevolence as he motioned for Cora to kneel beside him.

"Yes master, how may I be of service?" The elf spoke in strained monotone, barely keeping sarcasm and exhaustion out of her tone.

"I deem tonight fit for you to perform your duty of alleviating my lusts of the flesh. A knight must be particularly chaste in the presence of a lady such as Delphine." Without waiting for her assent, or even her acknowledgement, he began unlacing his trousers, pulling them down his thighs.

Cora was what some folk called a Faith Maiden. Simply put, her duty was to assist the knight she was assigned to in any way that she could. The church taught that it was not good for a knight to be distracted by worldly things, whether they be mundane tasks beneath someone of his station or fleshly desires that could cloud the mind. Thus, as Sir Evard bared his not inconsiderable manhood, Cora dutifully reached down with a delicate hand and began to stroke.

You, dear reader, might consider her situation deplorable, but for Cora and Evard it was simply a truth of existence. In fact, Cora often felt grateful that she ended up in the position she did. Evard, weak though he may have been to temptations of the flesh, respected the rules of the church, and thus only ever required Cora to use her hands and mouth to "honor" him. The elf girl had heard many stories of knights who, when not in particularly pious company, took everything they wanted and more from their Faith Maidens.

She had heard many horrible stories about the fates of girls like her. Some were shared amongst their knight's friends, or even offered to enemies to sweeten the deal of a parley. Some were tossed to the animals or abandoned to the predations of monsters. Some were subject to such abuse that their minds or bodies broke, and they were cast aside, no longer holding value to anyone of import. The church, of course, quietly replaced them with a new young elf, a new Faith Maiden that knew nothing of their new master's past transgressions.

Yes, despite the humiliation and Evard's persistent buffoonery, Cora knew her life could be far worse. So when Evard stuck his cock in her face and told her to suck it (in far more eloquent language, of course) she did, and gave it her best effort, too. A happy idiot with empty balls was a far better master than an uptight sadist or a cruel brute. So Cora made sure never to give Evard a real reason to replace her.

Once she had stroked him to full hardness with her soft hands, Cora leant forward over his lap and took the tip of his cock in her mouth. She used her tongue liberally, and allowed saliva to run down his shaft. She accidentally slurped audibly as she cupped his balls with one hand.

"Ah," the pleasure was clear in Evard's voice, "don't be too loud, I shan't want to wake the Lady."

Cora obliged, taking more of his cock into her mouth and keeping her ministrations quiet. Say what you will of his ego, the knight had some semblance of decorum. Cora had seen some knights being openly pleasured by their Faith Maidens at the dinner table, or even in the war room. As instruments of the divine, they had such a right, but indulging carnal impulses so openly made many of the nobles scoff.

Cora bobbed up and down, fondling his balls in one hand while she stroked the base of his shaft with the other. Soon she felt the telltale tensing that preempted an eruption. She braced herself, withdrawing until just the head remained in her mouth, and increased her stroking to a frantic pace.

"Evard..." the knight grunted quietly, and several ropes of potent spunk blasted into Cora's mouth. She struggled to keep a tight seal between her lips and his cock, not wanting to make a mess. With effort, she swallowed the load without allowing a drop to escape.

Finally, she released his cock from her mouth with a faint pop. Evard panted heavily, his rod twitching as it began to shrink back down. Cora remained at his side, slowly stroking and licking to ensure there wouldn't be any cum left to dribble out and stain the knight's trousers.

She would never admit it to Evard, or anyone else for that matter, but Cora had come to enjoy the taste of cum. Perhaps it was just her optimistic worldview, but what better way to make your duties more bearable than to find the things about them that you could enjoy.

"Well done, Slave Cora," Evard said softly, and promptly passed out, his soft snores harmonizing with Delphine's. Cora sighed, and then relaced the knight's trousers. She draped his blanket over him, then picked her way over to her own cum-drenched bedding and settled down for the night.