SSS Awakening: I Become The Strongest Breeding Knight

Chapter 29: 29. She’s So Cute Feeling All Shy And Embarrassed! So I Had To Spank Her!

The moment was teetering on the edge of total abandon, the air crackling with a hunger that threatened to consume us both. But as Laura begged for me to claim her, as she screamed for me to thrust inside her, something in me shifted from predator to tormentor.

I wanted to savor this... like real hard. I wanted to see her unravel slowly, piece by piece, before I gave her what she so desperately craved.

”Ah... ahhh! H-huh...? Roland, why... why did you stop?” Laura gasped, her chest heaving, her legs still quivering from the contact.

Her eyes were wide, pupils blown so large they nearly swallowed the blue of her irises. ”Please... don’t play with me like this... I hate it...”

I pulled back just enough to break physical contact, though the heat between us remained suffocating. I leaned over her, my shadow engulfing her small frame on the bed.

”We’re not skipping straight to the end, Laura,” I said, my voice dropping to a low, commanding timbre that brooked no argument. ”We don’t rush perfection... We don’t rush to have sex because I want to savor all of this with you...”

I stood up, deliberately creating distance. ”Stay right there... Don’t move.”

I watched her eyes follow me as I began to strip.

I moved slowly, deliberately, peeling away the layers of my clothes while her gaze remained locked on me. When I finally cast aside my last barrier and stood bare before her in the flickering lamplight, the room went silent.

Laura’s breath caught audibly with a sharp, strangled sound. Her mouth parted slightly, her hands freezing against the sheets.

Her eyes dropped lower, fixating on the massive, throbbing length of my cock that stood proud and angry between my thighs.

”What... what is that?” she whispered, her voice faint, almost reverent. ”Is... is that normal?”

”Can a man... can you really...?” Her question hung in the air, raw and naive, betraying the fact that she had never seen anything like this before. ”It’s... uhm... massive... like a sword... a greatsword...”

A rough laugh escaped my throat as I looked down at her shocked expression. ”Normal? No, Laura...”

”This isn’t normal for any man... let’s say that I’m proud to say I got the massive one, eh?” I laughed more. ”And this is what happens when a man has been starving for someone like you.”

A deep crimson flush crept up her neck and flooded her cheeks. She looked horrified by her own curiosity, her eyes darting away from my cock as if the sight itself burned.

”I... I’m sorry... That was... unseemly...” She lowers her head in disappointment. ”Forgive me.”

”Don’t apologize for wanting to see,” I teased, stepping back toward the bed.

I climbed over her, looming like a conqueror, and grabbed both of her wrists. With effortless strength, I pinned them to the pillow above her head, caging her body beneath mine.

”You wanted the truth, didn’t you? Now you’re seeing it right now.”

Laura stared up at me, her face scarlet, her breathing shallow and uneven. She couldn’t meet my eyes, her gaze fixed somewhere on my collarbone as she tried to regain some semblance of her knightly composure.

”I never thought I’d see the day,” I murmured, leaning down until my lips brushed her earlobe, ”that I’d be doing this with the one and only... Knight Lapisfield.”

”The Ice Knight herself, pinned under me like a common tavern wench.”

”Sh-shut up,” she hissed, though there was no venom in it, only embarrassment. ”You’re... you’re insufferable, Roland...”

”I can’t believe your joke can adapt to this kind of situation...”

”And you’re adorable when you’re flustered,” I countered. ”I didn’t know you could be this shy, hahaha!”

”Where’s all that steel now?”

”It’s... it’s gone,” she admitted in a broken whisper, finally meeting my gaze. ”You took it from me the moment you touched me...”

I didn’t give her time to dwell on it. I crashed my mouth against hers again, this time with a punishing intensity that forced a moan from deep in her throat.

As I pressed my body down against hers, the tip of my cock slid between her thighs, pressing hard against the sensitive skin of her lower belly.

”Mmmphnnn... ahhh!” she cried out as the heat of me rubbed against her.

”Look at you,” I growled against her lips, my free hand sliding down to trace the muscles of her abdomen. ”Even when you’re coming apart, you’re still a knight at heart.”

”Your stomach... it’s so firm... almost like you’ve got six-pack abs under that soft skin. ” I ran my palm over the taut muscle, feeling the way her core tensed involuntarily. ”It’s so strong... and beautiful.”

”Clearly my type~! It turns me on so much!”

But as my hand slid lower, past the defined lines of her stomach, it dipped into the spreading heat between her legs. My fingers immediately sank into the slick, molten evidence of her arousal.

”Fuck, Laura,” I hissed, the sound raw with desire. ”You’re not just dripping...”

”You’re actually drowning with those love juices, haha! You’re soaking the sheets.”

”Ahhhnnn~! Roland!” she screamed as I pressed my cock harder against her sensitive belly, the friction sending waves of electricity through her. ”I can’t... I can’t take it anymore!”

”Please... please, I’m begging you... make me yours!”

”You want a relief, huh?” I growled, my voice dropping into a register that was almost unrecognizable pure, unadulterated dominance. ”Fine... But I’m not going to be gentle about it.”

”If you want to be treated like a woman, you have to endure being treated like mine.”

I released her wrists, but before she could even catch her breath, I grabbed her hips and hauled them up, positioning her perfectly.

I remembered how Alicia used to arch her back when I did this... how she would beg for the friction, for the invasion.

I wasn’t going to hold back. I wasn’t going to give Laura some sanitized, noble version of pleasure.

I was going to give her the truth.

I plunged three fingers inside her in one swift, brutal motion.

SCCLCCKKK!

”AAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Laura’s scream ripped through the quiet of the infirmary, raw and unfiltered.

Her head snapped back against the pillow, her spine curving like a bowstring under tension. ”Roland...! Oh god... oh fuck...!”

I didn’t slow down.

I remembered the rhythm that drove Alicia to madness—a relentless, punishing pace that prioritized stimulation over comfort. And so I drove my fingers deep, stretching her, finding the sensitive walls of her cunt and grinding against them with savage intent.

The sound in the room was intoxicating... the wet, obscene squelch of my fingers working through her flooding arousal, the creak of the bedframe, and Laura’s increasingly desperate vocalizations.

”Yes! Yessshh! More harder!” she wailed, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets until the fabric groaned under her grip. ”I can’t... I can’t breathe... ahhhnnnnnn!”

Her hips began to move on their own, betraying her disciplined training. She was bucking against my hand, her ass grinding upward in a desperate attempt to close the distance, to seek more of that punishing friction.

The sight of her, this ice knight, reduced to a convulsing mess of need, sent a surge of adrenaline through me that made my cock throb painfully.

I decided to escalate.

As I increased the speed of my fingers, turning the friction into something almost violent, I raised my free hand and brought it down hard across one of her rounded cheeks.

SLAP!

The sound was sharp in the dimly lit room. Laura’s body jerked as if struck by lightning.

”Nngh... ah!” she gasped, a sound halfway between a moan and an indignant cry.

I watched her face. Her eyes were wet, her lips parted and swollen, and for a split second, she shot me an upset look, the glare of a proud knight who had been momentarily disrespected.

But beneath that glare, I saw the truth.

Her pupils were blown wide, her skin was flushed crimson, and her hips didn’t stop moving; they moved faster.

She wanted it.

She was craving the sting.

”What’s wrong, Laura?” I taunted, leaning down so my hot breath washed over her flushed face. ”Does the Ice Knight not like being handled like this?”

”You... you bastard,” she panted, though her hips were already rolling against my hand again, seeking more. ”You’re... you’re absolutely shameless.”

”And you love it,” I countered. ”You love that I’m not treating you like some fragile relic.”

To prove my point, I delivered another stinging slap to her ass, then another, the rhythm of the spanks syncing up with the relentless thrusting of my fingers.

Slap, squelch, slap, squelch.

”AAAAHHH! OH GOD!” Laura’s composure finally shattered completely.

Her cries turned into incoherent screams as the stimulation reached a fever pitch. ”Roland! I’m... ohhnnnn... I’m going... uhhhh... I’m going to—!”

”Go then!” I commanded, driving my fingers faster and faster, feeling her muscles clench around them in violent spasms. ”Break for me, Laura!”

”Scream my name while you break!”

”ROLAND! ROLAND!” she shrieked, her entire body convulsing as she hit her climax.

SQUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

Her hips bucked wildly, her back arching so high only her head and heels touched the bed as waves of pleasure tore through her. ”AHHHH! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

She collapsed back into the pillows, panting heavily, her chest heaving as she struggled to reclaim her consciousness from the sea of ecstasy.

But I wasn’t done. I could feel her cunt still twitching around my fingers, still slick and pulsing with residual heat.

The real battle was only just beginning.