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“Dess” was a name it had once been called. It had long since decided that wasn’t its name anymore. Dess was dead. She had been weak when she was alive. She had been a creature of the Light world. And it hated the Light world.
The Roaring Knight was a creature of the Dark world. Beautiful. Powerful. Alive. And it loved the Dark world.
Of course, there was one thing the Dark world lacked.
Azzy…
On some level, it didn’t understand why it was this obsessed with him. He was just a boy it had dated for a little bit. A boy she had dated for a little bit. But that was the trouble with being a creature of the Dark world…the shadow of a crush on Asriel had swollen into a burning, all consuming limerence.
Not that its brain could even conceptualize that. Most of the time, it just sort of shut down, floating emptily, existing absent-mindedly. That helped. What didn’t help was that the few times it had to be present-minded was when facing off against the Delta warriors. One of which was a dead ringer for Asriel.
So Ralsei had been plaguing its mind, and there was no sign of that changing. His adorable little expressions. His little horns. How cute he looked, bundled up in his little scarf…that shock whenever it did something reckless. He smelled the same, too, like butterscotch and cinnamon. And there was no doubt in the knight’s mind that he would be just as soft and fluffy to the touch.
And as it dwelled on those thoughts, it felt certain needs emerging within itself. Needs that Asriel had been responsible for meeting. At least, once or twice. And need that it could be meeting, if it’s BRAIN WORKED PROPERLY.
But instead, every time its fingers dipped into the malformed orifice now sitting between its legs, it would lose itself…which of course meant it couldn’t focus on the mental image it needed. A vicious cycle of need and failed relief. But every time, there was a brief moment of hope, that the knot of desire the Knight was sitting in would finally end. But it never did.
It was reaching a point of desperation. The Knight’s focus, which was already scarce, could now only be devoted to the burning between its legs, and it was scrambling all over the dark world to find something to satiate it.
Which was how it found itself creeping into Castle Town on a whim, driven by the faintest scent of butterscotch in the air. It crawled along the exterior of the castle, sniffing at each of the windows like an enormous lion waiting to pounce. Until it found what it was looking for.
The knight grabbed the lip of the window, pulling itself above the sill with wiry strength. The scent of butterscotch and cinnamon was thick in the air, as well as the more animalistic notes of exertion and worry. It eagerly drank it in, filling its lungs, or, wherever its nostrils led to. It smelled like Asriel…
The time it spent crossing the room seemed to disappear from its memory, but it found itself pressed against the bed, its face buried in a pillow. Another one slid between its legs. Slowly, it felt itself grinding forward against it. This entire situation was all too familiar.
It knew this wouldn’t achieve anything, but still, the knight’s faulds loosened, sliding off its back. This wasn’t an effective way to don and doff armor, but it didn’t care. It just needed to free itself. As metal slipped away, the knight gave a crackling sigh of relief as the cool night air met its soaking opening.
Part of the struggle, at least initially, had been adapting to the remains of its new body. Its pussy has been reduced to a gaping hole, far too muscular and wiry, with no clear erogenous zones. It didn’t even resemble a pussy anymore, so it didn’t call it that. It just had an “orifice.”
The pillow wasn’t doing enough. Nothing was doing enough, and nothing would ever do enough. This was its new hell. This was its eternal hell. Once again, the memories didn’t form. And its blade was in its hand, the pillow was in tatters on the bed, feathers drifting lazily down around it. The Roaring Knight breathed harshly, forcing in air through its helmet. For a moment, that was the only sound in the room.
Then the door opened.
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Ralsei’s smile disappeared as soon as he entered his castle. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy, but…right now, he was too exhausted to feel anything. It had been a long day. He needed people to handle things for him, but…
…well, there were a lot of good darkners. Intelligent. Capable! But, none of them were trustworthy to serve as his judges or lawmakers, a fact most of them were willing to confess or were even proud of. And those that were didn’t want to. So, he had to take care of everything by himself.
That still wasn’t the worst part. He was still worried about Kris and Susie. They would be back for the summer, but what if something happened? He had always been anxious about the prophecy, which was why he was so relieved when it had begun. But then it, and the emotional turmoil it caused, just kept stretching on.
And during moments like these, when the lightners were busy, his life was just kind of meaningl
! ! !
The Roaring Knight.
The Roaring Knight was in his bedroom.
A nightmare. This was a nightmare. His vision was narrowing. His breath was stuck in his throat. He could vaguely feel himself falling forward onto his knees. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t scream. The Roaring Knight was in his bedroom.
They seemed to be caught off guard by his sudden arrival. But not afraid. Slowly, they rose. His heart wouldn’t stop pounding, this wasn’t in the prophecy! This was…he…
” R a l z z y … ” He was forced away from total panic by his name being spoken. The Knight was pointing at him with their blade, their expression characteristically inscrutable. He found the presence to swallow.
Their voice was scratchy and awful, like their throat was malformed for speech. And horrifyingly, the voice sounded angry. ” L o o k a t w h a t y o u d i d t o m e … ” They stood, menacingly looming over him.
Involuntarily, Ralsei could feel a whimper trickling out of his throat. With that tiny vocalization, he managed to take control of his mouth again. “M-mister—miss— K-knight, I…”
He trailed off as he saw what the Knight was talking about. The armor that was surrounding their hips was now lying partially on the ground and partially on his bed, revealing a gaping orifice between the Knight’s legs. An orifice that was dripping with black fluids.
His mouth hung open. The Knight, seemingly, had misheard him, and was pleased with what they had heard. ” M i s t r e s s K n i g h t … ” It gave a cruel, hacking, choke, that almost sounded like laughter. Ralsei forced himself to swallow again.
“M-mistress Knight, I…I-I…”
He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t make his mind do anything, he had no idea what was happening, he couldn’t think of anything to do, or say, or—
Fortunately, the Knight took control. Once again, they raised their blade—her blade? accusatorially at Ralsei. The same anger hidden behind her croaking voice ” Y o u r p r e t t y l i t t l e f a c e … i t p l a g u e s m e . “
The knight gasped for air like the very act of speaking was exhausting. Ralsei couldn’t help but feel pity. Which was insane! She was the Roaring Knight, who threatened the end of the world! But…well, evidently, she was mortal, right?
The knight caught her breath, and continued. ” A n d o n l y y o u r p r e t t y l i t t l e m o u t h … c a n h e l p m e . “
There was a heavy pause that hung in the air. Ralsei’s eyes shot open, as wide as dinner plates. His brain, now shot through with fear, anxiety, and the lingering weariness of the day, refused to keep up with what he had just heard. The knight wanted…what from him? His mouth??? She wanted him to…use his mouth…on…her… THIS WAS NOT IN THE PROPHECY!!!
Unhelpfully, his brain reminded him of Darkness 5:11-12. “The Prince of Darkness falls to his knees; and makes a bargain, the Knight, to please.”
That’s not what that verse means! He screamed internally at himself. And thinking about it did not improve his mood. He had always hated that part of the prophecy, that awful verse condemning him. He wouldn’t do that! His purpose was to assist the lightners! He would gladly give his life before betraying them.
…so, in that sense, wasn’t this preferable? It fulfilled the prophecy. It allowed him to help his friends. And the Knight was a lightner too, wasn’t she? That had always been hard for him to consider, trying to serve both masters. But now…now he had a chance to help both of them.
This was insane! Was he really considering…was he really about to eat out the Knight to try to find a loophole through the prophecy???
As it turns out, that wasn’t why he did it. It was because of the next thing the Knight said. A harsh croak, now muted into a whisper. Barely audible, but he could just make out the word, ” P l e a s e … “
“I-if I do this for you.” He forced himself to sit up straight as he spoke, even though every instinct in his brain told him to cover his face and cower. “Will you p-promise not to make any more dark fountains?”
The Knight’s legs slammed shut.
“F-for a month!” He added hastily. Silence hung in the air, as he regretted every decision he had ever made. He was going to die here. He was going to die, and he was going to deserve it, and the world would probably be better off without him, and—
” A w e e k . “
“A w-week.” Ralsei agreed. And slowly, the Knight’s thighs slid apart, revealing her dripping orifice. Ralsei swallowed hard. And now, this would be the hard part. He dropped to his hands and knees, and began crawling towards the Knight, which she seemed delighted by.
Ralsei wasn’t…completely inexperienced on this topic. Unfortunately, he had lots of knowledge on how to pleasure a woman, at least in theory. As he and the other delta warriors had matured, so too had the subjects of the Dark Worlds (which he now realized may have partially been the result of the Knight’s current…desires). The culmination of this was a secret boss by the name of Scarlet Wanda, a mage.
Wanda was a lovely person once she had gotten over her freedom obsession, if a little absent-minded. She had a tendency to spend lots of time talking at length about her own personal interests to whoever would listen, but was otherwise a model recruit to Castle Town.
Perhaps most importantly, her light world form was a vibrator wand used by Carol Holiday. Which meant a lot of her “personal interests” were vivid descriptions of how her job was done most effectively. Which Ralsei felt compelled to listen to because no one else would keep her company. And no other reason.
So he was aware of what to look for as he settled his face between the Knight’s thighs, staring directly at her orifice. He startled with a whimper as he felt her armored hands settle on his head, fingers slowly running through his hair. ” F l u f f y … “ the Knight noted.
He placed his hands on her thighs and sat up. Even without any armor, her thighs were rough with calluses and…what felt like burn marks? It was unpleasant to the touch, but he pulled himself upwards, pressing his lips against the knight’s orifice.
It was surprisingly soft, perhaps the only soft part of her. He could feel powerful sinews contracting and releasing under the skin, the whole complex of dark flesh pulsing with anticipation. He took another deep breath to steady himself, before pushing out his tongue.
The Knight gave a shuddering sigh of relief as he slipped his tongue inside her. Her hands gripped more tightly on his hand, gently massaging his fluffy fur between her fingers. Sounds of relief continued as he pushed deeper, her grip on his head with both her hands and legs slowly going limper.
The taste wasn’t awful. Similar to ink or pencil lead, it wasn’t pleasant, but not intolerable. Eventually, he reached the end of his tongue, his lips now squished against the exterior of her groin. Her lobes were clenching irregularly around him from all directions, and it took some effort to remain inside.
Terror gripped him as he felt hands lift off his head. Had he done something wrong? It didn’t help when those hands suddenly grabbed his wrists from where they were situated on his thighs. She was going to kill him. He had done something wrong, and he was going to die for it.
Instead of killing him, the knight roughly pulled his hands forwards, wrapping his arms around her waist. His eyes went wide as he realized his hands were now pressed into the Roaring Knight’s firm bottom.
His face was growing pale with nerves…and also that his blood was needed elsewhere. As he unconsciously squeezed a buttock with each hand, he could feel an erection steadily rising between his legs.
She gave a groan of annoyance, and pressed up against his face. R-right, he needed to keep moving. He forced his tongue upwards, which was met by more muscular resistance. The Knight’s hands settled on his head once again.
The aperture his tongue was held against was highly asymmetrical, but had no obvious features to target. The Knight hadn’t tried to force his head in any direction, so he could assume she wasn’t certain what to do either.
Slowly, he swirled his tongue around the orifice’s perimeter, feeling the taut muscles beneath. The Knight gave another groaning sigh, and he hurriedly retraced over the last area. Nothing special happened. Her breathing had become more steady, with a certain hunger filling her exhales.
Ralsei guided his tongue down until it touched his bedsheets, then up to the knight's armored stomach, thoroughly lapping at every inch of territory he could reach. Nowhere elicited a special reaction, though the Knight had relaxed much more into a sense of idle contentment. Ralsei was anything but. There was only one place to look now, and that was inside her orifice.
He braced himself for the Knight’s retribution, aligned his tongue with the target, and pressed into it. Immediately, a gurgling purr escaped the Knight’s throat. Not a true moan, but something approaching it. He held there for a moment, before continuing.
The inside was much wetter, even slightly sticky. The taste of pencil lead was even stronger, and he could feel his tongue pressing against exposed muscles. The knotted flesh felt fibrous, like licking a braided rope, one that was surrounding his tongue. He had to grab a handful of the Knight’s bottom to hold himself inside, which she cooed faintly at. Ralsei blushed as he could feel his erection throb.
Once again, he began searching for any anchor point. Across the soft walls, he arced his tongue up, and down, flicking against any irregularity he could find. All the while, the Knight’s breathing continued to grow rougher and more audible. Her hands running through his hair became more erratic, and he could feel her legs starting to bounce.
That was bad. Was it bad? It could mean she was getting bored. But it also could be good. He forced himself to stop panicking. Although it was hard to breathe in his current situation. He focused on the movement of his tongue, up and down across the Knight’s walls.
Moisture was dribbling down his face as he focused on working his tongue up and down. He had to slurp slightly to keep it from dripping down his chin, and he blushed as he heard the knight give a slight cackle. Her hands settled into a circular petting pattern on his head, which was sending periodic tingles of excitement down his spine.
Still, no matter how much he rubbed his tongue against every inch of the black tunnel that he could reach, nothing was happening. Why did he even bother…he was so…useless. He couldn’t even be used as a slave for the Knight. He would always be a—-
Suddenly, the hands atop his head gripped his scalp painfully. He could faintly hear a short gasp from the Knight. His eyes went wide from where they were pressed against her. That—he could have sworn it was fibrous, knotted flesh there a moment ago! But as he ran his tongue over it, eliciting another groan out of the knight, he found softer muscle.
He was massaging her! His brain lit up with the answer. Eagerly, he began his work with a sudden intensity, pushing his tongue up against the braided fibers. His jaw was starting to hurt, but he couldn’t stop, he had to be a good toy!
He was rewarded by more sounds of relief from the Knight. Her hands were now gripped atop his horns, holding him close against her. More inky moisture dripped against his face, and he forced himself to drink it, pressing his lips and suckling gently at her orifice.
The Knight’s breathing was laborious and irregular, with the occasional grunt of satisfaction. She still wasn’t moaning—perhaps her throat wasn’t made for it—but the pleasure was clear. Strangely, it only encouraged him more, hearing the strangled gasps and growls. This lightner was not made to be assisted, and yet he was fulfilling his purpose with exactness. He couldn’t help but squish his thighs together slightly.
He put more focus on the deliberate lashing of his tongue, balancing between the left and right. Every time he moved, the Knight groaned slightly, her voice coming out through the heavy breathing. Selfishly, he couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. Every desperate sound was only making his erection harder and harder.
The muscle had fully softened, yielding delicately to his tongue. He could feel the knight tensing and relaxing in time with his motion, pressing deeply against her most sensitive spot, before withdrawing to circle around it. Her hands upon his horns shivered with anticipation, and her thighs were rubbing actively against his head.
Her voice was the best part, and Ralsei couldn’t help but squirm, trying to force friction to his erection every time she groaned from pleasure. Her breath was broken up into shuddering gasps and coughs, each one punctuated with squeaks and grunts of voicing. Whenever her grip was there, she was mashing him against her. Every part of her displayed clear desperation.
Ralsei couldn’t help but reciprocate, hugging her waist as firmly as he could and pressing tight against her, involuntarily adding his own muffled moans. He needed to assist her. He wanted to assist the lightners, he wanted to be a good toy…he just really, really wanted to hear her pretty moans.
Suddenly, the Knight’s hands went limp on his head. All of her suddenly relaxed at once, but before he could even process that, there was a deafening moan. Every muscle in her body once again clenched violently, her moan hardening into a scream as she came.
A flood of liquid streamed directly into his mouth, but he forced himself to stay moving, stay working, as he desperately tried to catch all of it. He almost missed the knight’s words as he scrambled to slurp up the new fluid.
” I L O V E Y O U … A Z Z Y … “
Ralsei couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow. The Roaring Knight…she was just another lightner. And clearly, she was suffering, so, so, much. He had done a good thing. He had helped her!
But something still felt wrong. Maybe it was that he could have done more. That the Knight was looking for someone else, and that he couldn’t be this “Azzy” she wanted. It could be that the Knight’s thighs were still pressed intently on either side of his skul
SWOON
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That was perfect. The dam that had held her back for years had finally flooded. She was free, he had given her everything, his perfect little mouth had been everything she ever dreamed of. Even as she came down from her climax, she could only sit there, catching her breath.
Its breath. It wasn’t her anymore. She was gone. Perhaps she had become the Knight, perhaps the Knight had just replaced her. It couldn’t say. Dess was gone. Azzy was gone. Ralsei…
It gazed down at the heap of fluff situated between its legs, then released its grip, letting the swooned prince fall to the floor. It couldn’t help but reach down a hand, and gently stroke his scalp. He looked so helpless. So weak. So adorable…
Gently, it gathered him up, into its arms, and placed him into the bed it had sat on. It pulled the blankets up around him, tucking him in almost robotically, like it was just placing an object where it belonged.
It really shouldn’t be here. This place was dangerous, full of powerful darkners. But as it gazed down at the sleeping prince, it knew it had to amend its earlier statement. Respectfully, the knight knelt down before royalty. It moved its face against his, feeling his breath on what remained of its skin. Its mouth was scarred, withered away, left hideous. It almost seemed an insult to touch it to the prince’s face. The Knight pressed it against his anyways, sucking gently in a pale imitation of a kiss.
” I L O V E Y O U … R A L Z Z Y . “