Impregnating Every SSS-Rank Knight and Queen Into Submissive Sows! Chapter 87 Dyed in his Colours

Her once chaste and tightly shut vagina was nowhere to be seen. In its place was the lewd pussy of a bitch in heat, twitching and gaping wantonly as if searching for a male’s cock to fill it.

’Eight creampies inside the womb.... twice on body...’

Towards the end, he even brought a water bottle from sowhere and gulped it down right in front of , just to refill his energy.

At that ti, I was so lost in a hell of endless orgasms that my tongue was loose and I couldn’t speak properly, but I vowed again and again that next ti, I would stop him.

Of course, I don’t know if my resolve will be enough to stop him, but regardless... glaring at her own crotch as if to punish the naughty pussy that had ang-ang cried out in pleasure around that man’s cock, Eleonora suddenly blushed.

She stared softly at her own palm, lost in thought.

"Really, what was I thinking... wasting such a golden opportunity...!"

I could have extracted useful information from him, perhaps even a way to escape this place! Yet, in that perfect mont, the words that left my mouth were asking for a ’Pussy Pat-Pat’!

No wonder he feels so confident in humiliating . He must have been laughing at inside, even if he pretended not to.

But since Eleonora herself was the cause, she couldn’t say anything. She could only tremble in sha, unable to utter a single curse. She rubbed her dry face with her hands, then slowly pulled them away to look at her palm again.

"But... it felt good. Pat, pat..."

A gentle touch, filled with affection for his pet, serving as an apology for almost letting her be ruined by goblins and leaving her in that state.

Just that touch was enough to lt the knots in her heart. Even now, just imagining the sensation made a smile creep onto her lips. It was hard to believe that this hand was the sa one that usually broke her and extended its filthy claws of dominance.

"I liked it when he slapped my pussy mound playfully... and when he pressed it open with his fingers... but still..."

Perhaps the mont when his large hand covered her entire pussy with a warm Thud was the best of all.

"Fufu, does he like my pussy that much...? Does he want to covet this Eleonora so badly? How vile and disgusting...!"

Contrary to her words, the smile wouldn’t leave her lips. But it was only for a mont. Eleonora forced strength back into her eyes, returning to the gaze of a female knight, and looked at her armor placed in the corner of the pen.

"I can’t go on like this. Today, I finally realized it. I thought I was resisting his breaking well enough, but he has dyed my body in his colors far more than I imagined."

Just look at right now.

Even if it felt good, to smile at the touch of the man who humiliated and broke ? No, the fact that I thought it felt good is the problem in the first place.

His goal is .

To thoroughly break and corrupt into a lewd Sow Knight who serves him. Indeed, before I knew it, I was letting out vulgar squeals at his touch.

Every ti I climaxed, I dutifully reported the fact that I was cumming, and without realizing it, I called him ’Master’ and fawned over him.

They say when you realize you’re late, it’s already too late. Apart from a fragnt of my mind and spirit, everything else had already succumbed to him and the pleasure he provided.

"Hiii..uugh...The, the sen is leaking...♥"

Look at this. I’m just crawling toward my armor, yet I nearly climaxed just from the sensation of sen trickling down my thighs.

And what about my voice? It’s the sweet, lust-filled voice of a female in heat, sounding completely natural now.

If it were the old , I would have bitten my lip or scolded myself for being so pathetic. But the reality was that I was panting like a dog, squirming—a sow on the verge of total corruption by lust.

"..."

Barely managing to reach her armor, Eleonora stood up and began to pull on her black leggings.

Sen was still drooling down her legs, but as if she didn’t care, she pulled the leggings all the way up. She then wrestled her massive breasts into the sports bra that scread under the strain, sat down, and began to strap on her armor.

After roughly putting on the armor plates, just as she was about to fasten the buckles, Eleonora murmured blankly.

"It itches... I can’t stand it...!"

The mont the clothes and armor covered her skin, a sudden, imnse wave of repulsion assaulted her body. It felt like oil trying to mix with water. Every ti she reached for a buckle, the thought that she wanted to strip it all off flooded her mind.

"Why now... why of all tis...!"

There had always been so stinging and itching when wearing the armor, but never this overwhelming sense of ’repulsion.’ She had felt a similar discomfort a few tis before, but never the urge to rip it off.

She hadn’t lived a long life, but wearing this armor had been her lifelong pride. It made no sense.

Honestly, she wanted to believe that Rafe, that bastard, had done so trickery to her again. But the timing was too exquisite.

"Why today? Why must I think this way right now...?!"

A remark Rafe had casually tossed out when examining her, back when she complained about her body feeling strange, flashed through her mind.

—Maybe your body is rejecting the clothes because you hate wearing them?

"Ah..."

Back then, naturally, she dismissed it as his nonsense and growled at him to never speak of it again.

After all, that statent implied that she, Eleonora, was pretending to be sick just to be stripped naked because she wanted to show her skin to soone.

If she admitted that...

It would be admitting that she wanted to cast aside this armor—the symbol of her honor and pride as a knight, especially now that her sword was taken—to expose her tits and pussy, acknowledging herself as a nympho who wants to climax under his gaze.

She didn’t want to admit she had such a fetish.

But today. Exactly today.

After being completely naked, and even though they weren’t human, having her nude body exposed to others... was it really a re coincidence that she now felt she didn’t want to wear clothes?

Was it a coincidence that she felt the sa thrill today as she did that day when she received the lustful gazes of the bandits on her naked body?

"In the end, he intends to take even this from ... he plans to strip away everything... my humanity, everything...!"

Unable to endure it, Eleonora frantically stripped off the armor and clothes, throwing them aside. Now naked again, she hugged her own body and muttered.

"It is not certain yet. I don’t know if he played a trick on , or if I truly just... d-don’t want to wear clothes...!"

I can’t let this continue.

I must do sothing. But how? I am trapped like this, so how?

"There might be... a way... maybe..."

Squelch.

Perhaps the answer was closer than she thought.