The Vanquisher or the Vanquished? || Locked to skimpypilotsuit

[divine_streak]

For too long, the land had suffered under the rule of a creature known only as the Demon Queen. None had ever seen her, but everyone knew where she lived: a dark castle located in the heart of a haunted forest. Normally enshrouded in mist, there were rumors that the castle could only be found by those who the Demon Queen wanted to find it. The only humans who had ever seen the inside of it are the humans that the Queen's monstrous minions have rounded up as slaves. No one knew what happened to the slaves who were brought to the Queen, only that they were never seen or heard from again. Most assumed that they were dead, but there was one knight not willing to leave that to chance.

Flynn Scifo had trained all his life to protect the people from monsters, and he wasn't satisfied knowing that there could be human lives enslaved by a demoness against their will. So he had spent his life preparing himself for a single purpose: find the castle, infiltrate it, free the slaves if they were alive, and avenge them if they were not.

To his disgust, he was the only human who seemed to be on board with this plan, the higher-ups in the knights were under the impression that if they let the Queen take whatever lowborn peasants (and maybe the occasional low-ranking noble) she desired, she would ultimately leave the realms of men alone. Flynn saw this as no better than human sacrifice, which he saw as no better than murder. He wisely kept this opinion to himself, but he still left on his quest regardless, ready to face the Queen's hordes alone.

However, it seemed fortune smiled on him. Along his travels, he was joined by a priestess named Xine who shared his goals. Flynn welcomed the help and journeyed with the priestess towards the forest the Queen's castle was said to be located in.

They had entered the forest shortly before nightfall, and Flynn had decided to set up camp for the night.

"We should rest here, Sister Xine," Flynn told his companion, setting his pack to the ground. "Our objective is at hand. I want to be able to make our final charge tomorrow. You can get some sleep; I'll take first watch."

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[skimpypilotsuit]

Xine had come from a small religious order with few followers. Yet when she'd heard of Flynn's quest, she'd taken it upon herself to help when it was clear that seemingly nobody else had any intent to.

Or at least that's how she'd put it.

At any rate, between her skill with a spear and incantations had proven invaluable already, and tomorrow it was very likely they'd factor into whether or not Flynn would succeed. And she nodded in appreciation that Flynn would be willing to let her rest first, with an easy smile to boot.

"Thank you Flynn... hard to believe that we're almost done with having to do this."

But as she went into that tent, the smile shifted into a more cunning, eager smirk, her words carrying a second meaning to them as she began the final phases of her actual plan.

The Demon Queen Eliphas slid out of her robes -robes she'd lifted off of just one of the women she held captive in her castle- and let the full extent of her shapely body show, from the swell of her hips, to her exceptional breasts and ass, to even her cock; half-erect from the excitement of her little game with Flynn.

The trap would truly be sprung on Flynn once inside the castle, but the queen couldn't help herself. An extra bit of fun felt like just the thing to serve as an appetizer... plus it'd give her a good sense of how to best break Flynn in with pleasure when the time came.

... And thus, when Flynn would enter the tent to let her know it was time to switch watches, he'd be beset by quite the sight. The priestess would be writhing in her sleep, face flushed and her body sticky with sweat... and maybe a few other liquids too judging by the VERY unexpected member between her legs and the extra wetness of the blankets and sheets around her chest region.

A fever? A lewd dream? Some mixture of both or something else altogether? It was hard to say. The only thing that was certain was...

"A-ah... Flynn... Flynn..."

She was murmuring the knight's name.

[divine_streak]

While Flynn dressed primarily in white and used light magic himself, he was not overly religious. He was aware of the gods and he was grateful towards the good ones, but he did not dedicate himself to their worship. He preferred to devote himself to the service and protection of the human race. Still, he respected those with the mental fortitude to serve the gods, and when one of them had offered to help he had accepted gratefully.

He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a smile full of optimism. "Tomorrow, we will end the nightmares of a lot of people. I can feel it in my bones. But for now, rest."

He let Xine go to her tent while he stayed on watch. For longer than he probably should, but he wanted the priestess to get her rest, and he was too excited to sleep. Tomorrow he would find the Demon Queen's Castle, rescue the captives inside, and if he was lucky, capture its ruler.

He truly was oblivious to what lay in store for him. After a few extra hours, Flynn decided it was in his best interest to at least force himself to get some sleep. So he went to Xine's tent to wake her... and to say he was taken aback by what waited for him was an understatement.

"X-xine!?" Flynn exclaimed by his friend lying in quite a stupor with... a penis!? As difficult as it was not to dwell on that fact, it was not more important than the fact that his dear friend and companion was in trouble and murmering his name. "Xine!"

He ran to her side and began shaking her by the shoulder. "Xine, can you hear me? Please wake up!"

[skimpypilotsuit]

It didn't take long for Flynn's efforts to rouse Xine awake, her eyes snapping open and the redhead taking a moment to realize where she was.

And then she saw Flynn, and scrambled backwards, eyes going wide in fear and doing her best to cover up her immense chest (good luck with that) while positioning her legs to conceal her dick.

"D-don't look!" she blurted out, tears of shame beginning to well up in her eyes. Dear God had her body been like this the whole journey? How did she even manage to fit into her robes in the first place? "It's... I..."

"... I never intended for you to see me like this..." she mumbled as her head hung low. "My body... I joined my order to try to deal with the... urges... that my body can get when it gets too stressed or excited. And we're on the verge of probably the most stressful day I'll have in my life so..."

She gave a long sigh. "I thought I'd had it under control, but... when it gets like this, my breasts can start lactating without end, and... with the other stuff," she shook her head in shame. "It's even worse."

"Please, just... forget all about this. I'll get my body in order in a few minutes and you can get some sleep. You more than deserve it, for defending a freak like me."

Ack! Sorry this took so long!

[divine_streak]

"Xine..." Flynn said softly. He had averted his eyes as requested, but soon turned them back when she began speaking. He listened intently and absorbed every word. He ensured that she had said her piece before he spoke again.

"Stop it," he chided her gently. "You're not a freak, Xine. I'll admit that your condition is... not one I've seen before, but it doesn't change the way I feel about you."

He lay a gentle hand on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. "You're my friend, Xine. No amount of urges or bodily changes are ever going to change that. I'm just sorry I forced you into this situation without realizing the effect it would have on you."

He cleared his throat for a moment, a blush appearing on his cheeks. Normally he would never ask this but... it was for the mission. That was what he was telling himself. "You mentioned you get... urges. Is... is there anything I can do to help you with them?

"Tomorrow is going to be a stressful day," Flynn explained quickly. "And despite what you've told me, there is no one else I would rather have at my side. So if there's a way I can help you manage... this, I believe it would benefit us both."

[skimpypilotsuit]

"Flynn..."

She'd been startled slightly by the hand on her shoulder, but as Flynn said those noble, forgiving words, Xine just bowed her head in recognition. The blush on her face remained, but it was due to appreciation and gratitude at those kind words.

"Nobody else has ever... talked about my body like that before."

And oh what fun it was to play the demure, shy priestess opening up to the kindhearted, accepting knight, Xine biting her lip at Flynn's offer to help her "manage". Her cock trembled at just what that could entail, but she did what she could to control herself.

"And, well..."

She moved her hands away so that her lewd, lewd body would be shown back off to Flynn... her nipples with beads of milk already and her cock clearly hard and erect.

"Could you..." she began, still acting nervous at the prospect. "Could you suck on them? It's easier with another person..."

And then she swallowed nervously, but deep down the Demon Queen was giddy to see just how far Flynn would go for the sake of a friend.

"Even my cock?"

[divine_streak]

Flynn's eyebrows raised as his friend revealed her body to him again. He had meant what he said to her about not judging her, but that didn't make it any easier to reconcile what he was looking at with the image of purity that he associated with the church.

Though that also didn't make it any less attractive.

Flynn blushed himself as she asked her question. He was nervous and flustered, but the idea of saying no never even entered his mind. If this was what it took to help his friend, then he would do it without question.

"Of course," Flynn said nervously as he tenderly placed his hands on one of Xine's breasts. "Let's start with these since they're closer. But if your... ah... cock really needs attention, please let me know."

And with that, Flynn leaned forward and placed his lips around Xine's nipple. With that done, he began to hesitantly drink from it. He began tentatively, as if he wasn't sure how to go about performing the act (because he wasn't), but he picked up the pace as he got used to the warm delicious liquid filling his mouth.

[skimpypilotsuit]

"I-I think it can manage for at least a little bit," Xine offered diplomatically, getting in position so that Flynn would have an easier time nursing. And as her gallant knight finally began to suck, the soft moan that followed afterwards was as genuine as could be.

"O-oh that's... that's... really good," she breathed softly, a hand moving up to cradle Flynn's head and run through his hair. Oh Flynn was wasting his life by being a defender of humanity when he was so earnestly drinking up her milk.

"Just like that, please..." Her other arm moved in around to bring Flynn in even closer, against her nude body with her cock sandwiched between the two of them.

I'm so sorry I keep getting distracted.

[divine_streak]

Flynn would have echoed her sentiment about it being really good if his mouth wasn't full. But he absolutely did agree with her. He had never imagined himself nursing on a woman his own age like this, but here he was. He moaned pleasantly as she placed her hand in his hair, the simple action feeling so good that he moaned all the louder and moved his head into her touch as much as he could.

He gave a soft grunt as he was pulled flush against her, the action causing him to shiver, but it also emboldened him. Slowly, Flynn reached out with a hand and began to slowly stroke Xine's cock.