There is something called the Stockholm syndrome.
To put it more precisely, there is something called the suspension-bridge effect.
When adrenaline floods the body in a dangerous situation, receiving help from someone of the opposite sex can cause the sense of security and exhilaration to be mistaken for attraction toward that person.
What position is Eris in right now?
“Ah, ugh....”
She knows that everyone except her is dead.
From the moment she was captured as a prisoner, she must have steeled herself for the possibility of being killed. But once she actually thought she was going to die, various things must have come to mind, making her no longer want to die.
It is the same now.
Eris knows that she might die, but having caught hold of a lifeline that could allow her to survive, she has no intention of letting go.
“Ah, ahh, haa....”
She does not struggle.
She does not resist fiercely, try to retreat, or fight back by wildly striking me with her handcuffed hands.
“Ugh, it’s too... big.... Be gentle....”
The only resistance she offers is to plead with me, frightened by the penis entering her, something she still has not grown accustomed to.
“All right.”
Without deliberately thrusting my penis farther in, I grabbed Eris by the waist and relaxed my strength.
“Ugh, hnnng....”
There is no need to tense my penis even once just to emphasize its presence.
Whenever Eris keeps shaking her head from side to side, her pussy tightens on its own, and the brief squeezes amid her languor are more than enough to stimulate me.
“Haa, haa.”
Eris’s sighs wash over my neck.
She tries to escape me somehow, but her eyes keep stealing glances at me, gauging my mood.
‘She must be curious.’
Curious about why I continue to show her consideration.
Eris is a clever woman.
If she were not, she would never have accepted the deal.
She remains fully aware that I hold power over whether she lives or dies.
At the same time, she has clearly noticed that I treat her in a very special manner.
But—
“Is this enough? I’m starting to want to put more in.”
“W-wait a moment....”
“A moment?”
It is not as though she fails to realize that those special benefits are directed at her alone.
“I think you’re under some kind of misunderstanding.”
“U-ugh...?!”
I roughly seized Eris’s buttocks.
“I’m doing this so that I can enjoy sex more.”
“U-ugh....”
A hint of humiliation and shame crossed her face.
And yet, at the same time, her resistance diminished even further.
The hand that had been holding her up fell away, and Eris’s body naturally dropped lower. Her eyes trembled as she finally impaled herself on my penis, driving it all the way into her depths.
“That’s right. Good girl.”
I reached up and stroked Eris’s head.
Her expression softened for a moment, but she soon hardened it again and glared at me.
“You’re not planning to withdraw from the deal, are you?”
The reason Eris was being so obedient was, of course, the secret pact with Count Albathea’s family.
“If you’re doing this to deceive me....”
“I’m not deceiving you.”
I pulled Eris closer by the back of her neck, bringing our faces near.
“I promise. If you obey meekly, I’ll keep the amount of bloodshed to a minimum.”
“.......”
Not shed any blood?
There was no way for no one to die.
That was the sort of thing priests of the Goddess Church babbled about. This was the Demon King’s army.
“How much blood the people of the count’s domain spill is up to you. The more you satisfy me, the less blood will flow in the count’s domain.”
I wiped away the sweat running down Eris’s cheek with my thumb.
“Every time sweat like this pours from you, and every time your juices spill over, the people you want to protect can shed that much less blood. Understand?”
“I-I understand.”
Planting the idea.
Framing the situation.
“The harder you work to drain my seed, the more you satisfy me, the safer Count Albathea’s domain will be.”
Sex with me was not merely sex.
“Depending on how well you satisfy me, our legion’s response to and treatment of Count Albathea’s domain will differ as well.”
“Am I asking you for anything so difficult? Did I tell you to swing a sword against humans, or to be passed around by orcs, tortured, and have your limbs cut off?”
If she refused sex with me and failed to put in an effort, the worst situations Lady Knight Eris had imagined when she was first captured and brought to the dungeon could befall her.
“Your answer?”
“I-I understand....”
“Hm.”
Under normal circumstances, the proper response would be “Yes, I understand,” but this was a flaw in my design.
Since I had negotiated with the daughter of Count Albathea, it was only natural that she thought of me as her equal or inferior.
‘What else would you expect from a young lady?’
She was both a noble and a knight of exceptional skill.
Without the handcuffs, she could subdue and kill me in an instant, so it was not particularly strange for her to speak informally.
“Up you go.”
“......?!”
I raised Eris’s arms high.
Then I drew her body against mine, bringing our chests together.
“Open your mouth.”
“U-ugh....”
“If we’ve made a contract, shouldn’t we stamp it with a seal?”
“Is this what you call a seal?”
“What better seal is there between a man and a woman?”
I said that while my penis was already poking insistently at the mouth of her womb.
“We’ll have to keep having sex and kissing from now on, so shouldn’t we start getting used to it now?”
“Ugh...!”
“Otherwise, just stay still.”
I supported Eris’s lower back with one hand and seized the back of her head with the other.
Grabbing the back of her head like a basketball could hardly be called romantic, but by applying enough force to keep her from pulling away or escaping, I could give Eris a slight warning.
I had not been forceful when thrusting into her, but now I was being forceful about the kiss.
I did not close my eyes and continued staring at Eris, leaving her with only one choice.
“......Haa.”
In the end, Eris had no choice but to slowly open her mouth.
Clenching her eyes shut, she opened her mouth in order to survive.
Lick.
I lightly licked her lips.
The moment our lips touched, her pussy twitched, and her hands stretched toward the ceiling trembled slightly along with the handcuffs.
Lick, lick.
I kissed her slowly, taking my time.
Like one of those kisses in a K-drama that cannot show a passionate Western-style kiss because of the ratings, I continued kissing her at an extremely leisurely pace, moistening her lips.
Squish, squish.
Her pussy tightened with every kiss.
Just as I focused on the kiss without paying attention to my penis, Eris had no choice but to concentrate on her mouth as well.
And her pussy?
It tightened instinctively.
“......Haa.”
Eris let out a breathy moan.
Without needing to look down, I could feel her juices trickling down my penis.
‘Perhaps I should change positions soon?’
I needed to find a position that was as comfortable as possible for Eris.
Still holding her, I turned around in place.
Eris was startled at first, but when I slowly turned my body with my penis still buried inside her, she did not resist in particular.
Squish.
I laid Eris down on the bed.
She was not lying perfectly straight, but rather than the position in which she had first been impaled, I was now pressed directly on top of her.
Lick.
I pushed my tongue in from above.
She pursed her lips for a moment, trying to block my tongue, but—
Squish.
“......!!”
When I lightly thrust my hips forward and pushed my penis in, Eris’s eyes flew open and her body trembled.
She came.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
But she could not say anything.
“Mmm, chuup, mng....”
If Eris did not want my penis thrusting into her, the only thing she could do was open her mouth.
In a space like a bed, was there any clearer way to show who was on top?
All I had to do was thrust my penis into her from this position.
Lick, lick.
I pushed my tongue into Eris’s mouth, tangling it with hers.
She drew her tongue back at first, but soon, under the movements of my forceful tongue, she timidly extended it forward and left everything to me.
Churrp.
We began truly entwining our tongues.
I caressed her body as though tickling every part of it, moving my hips languidly in time with my tongue while rubbing her pussy thoroughly.
Eris’s resistance gradually diminished.
There had already been no resistance at all, but one by one, changes began to appear in Eris’s motionless body.
Her legs, which had been awkwardly stretched out on either side of my waist, wrapped around my thighs.
It must have been difficult for her to keep her legs raised.
And yet, even while kissing me, she wore a look in her eyes that suggested something was uncomfortable.
When having sex, a man must notice faster than ever where a woman is uncomfortable and what she wants.
Where her gaze fell was—
‘There.’
Her armpit.
Smooth and completely hairless, as befitted a noble lady, it was not something Eris needed to worry about, but while kissing me, she unconsciously glanced toward her own armpit.
Because she was embarrassed?
That might have been part of it.
Rustle.
“Ah.”
I pulled Eris’s arm.
At the same time, I let her rest her arm behind my neck, then pushed both my arms between hers, making her embrace my lower back.
“.......”
Eris spoke with her eyes.
She was not embracing me.
It was only because she was handcuffed and her arms kept being pulled that she had no choice but to place her handcuffed hands against my back.
“Mm, ugh....”
But the moment her hands were placed in a more comfortable position—
“......Haa.”
Eris opened her mouth wider than before and began to entwine her tongue with mine, her eyes demurely closed.
Squish, squish.
Although it was rape, I matched the entire tempo to Eris, as though we were having sweet, leisurely sex between lovers.
“......!!”
Eris’s body shuddered.
At the same time, she wrapped her hands and legs tightly around me, and I ejaculated inside her at the perfect moment.
“Ah, haa...!”
Eris let out a cry.
It was surely the sense of fullness that accompanied the feeling of my semen filling her from within.
“Eris.”
I smoothed Eris’s disheveled hair and pressed my lips to her cheek.
“.......”
While I deliberately remained relaxed without pulling my penis out, savoring the afterglow of ejaculation, I lay still on top of Eris as though I had collapsed onto her.
Tremble.
Eris’s body quivered faintly, and I felt her fingernails digging into my lower back.
She was not trying to scratch me with that weak strength.
‘Heh.’
It was the gesture of a female clawing at a man’s back, unable to figure out where to place her hands in the throes of pleasure.
* * *
Evening.
“Good. This will do.”
After ejaculating inside her, I had dinner with Eris and received a letter from her.
I am alive.
The Vampire Legion wishes to negotiate.
Those words were written alongside ornate aristocratic flourishes.
“Now all I need to do is deliver this to Count Albathea.”
“.......”
“Don’t look so dejected. You didn’t betray humanity in order to survive. You chose Count Albathea’s family.”
I stroked Eris’s head and took the letter.
“All right. Then you can go.”
“Go?”
Eris blinked.
“W-where?”
“Where else?”
As I deliberately drew out my words, Eris cautiously glanced toward the bed, but—
“To your own cell.”
“.......”
“It’s evening. The day’s work is over. It’s quitting time for me.”
“.......”
I pointed outside.
Clench.
Eris’s hand resting on her thigh tightened into a fist and began to tremble.