❤ You'll let him watch as you fuck her disrespectfully

It sounded like you didn't have much of a choice but to let Matthieu Fastner watch as you fucked his wife. {if Master = True}You were the one on this side of the mirror, though-- that meant that you called all of the shots. If he wanted to watch, he could, but for tonight, Helmid belonged to you. If he wasn't comfortable with what you chose to do with her, then the hubris was his for choosing not to avert his eyes.{elseif Servant = True}Your chief goal hadn't changed: you'd serve Helmid however she wanted to be served. If that meant having her first husband as an audience, then so be it. You'd do what it took and be as shameless as she needed you to be.{elseif Chivalrous = True}Performing in front of an audience was hardly what you imagined your romance with a saintess being like when you were going through the academy, but this romance came with some strings attached. In order to be the perfect partner for Helmid, you were going to have to play ball, even if it got a little freaky.{elseif Lady's Man = True}You were used to doing dirty by women's husbands, but usually not in plain sight of them. If the guy really wanted to watch you do your work, you wouldn't stop him, but he couldn't blame you if she ended the night screaming your name instead of his.{elseif Freak = True}Not that you'd choose otherwise-- if the man was into cuckoldry, you were the last person who would deny him that. That was really only the tip of the iceberg as far as your own interests went. Having another party watch would only heighten your own experience and it sure seemed like Helmid was into the idea. A woman after your own heart...{elseif Duty-Bound = True}Geod's will had always been mysterious, but you never expected it to lead you down a path like this. Your number one duty was to the prophecy, so Matthieu's wishes aside, you would do what it took to satisfy Helmid's desires in the bedroom. You only hoped the way in which you were **** to do it wouldn't stick in the man's craw.{else}You took a deep breath and prepared yourself for what needed to be done: casting aside your typical views of what romance with a saintess ought to be and replacing them for a night more suited to Helmid's tastes.{endif}

Helmid stood from the vanity seat, placing her hands upon your shoulders and massaging gently, then smiled one more time into the mirror, before turning to move towards the red, velvety blankets of her double bed. You stood up to follow her. When she made a motion to reach down and crawl onto the bedspread, you took your opportunity to pounce, grabbing her from behind and thrusting your freshly sprung cock against the back of her night-robe, so that your erection was sandwiched vertically between her firm ass-cheeks.

"My, my! You can't even wait for me to lay down?" she questioned, turning her head slightly to watch you with a grin of amusement on her face. Despite sounding as though she was chastising you, she rubbed her buttocks up and down against you, spurring you to further action.

You gave her a hard spank on the ass, then gripped the softness in your hand. She did give a small gasp, but you thought to yourself that it seemed her body hadn't even budged. You wondered if you'd even see a red mark if you lifted her nightgown, despite all the **** you'd put into that slap. Her invulnerability truly was something else.

You heard Matthieu grumble behind you. "You dare to treat a saintess that way? A noblewoman, at that? She's not some child," he complained, sound aggravated. "Besides that, did you forget what I told you the day you set out? She's invulnerable. A slap like that isn't something she can even feel."

"It's true... you'll need to try harder," Helmid teased, mercilessly grinding her impressive ass against you, shaking it back and forth. You'd never faced such a conundrum before: it was as womanly a curve as you'd ever touched, and yet, it seemed immovable. You actually thought you'd hurt your hand before you managed to hurt her by spanking her.

Still, she seemed to appreciate the effort, so you had to try. You started by untying her robe at the waist and yanking it off of her, leaving her in just the close-fitting white nightgown. It had many buttons up the front side, but you ignored those-- {if Slight = True}you simply hiked the dress up past the curve of her hips so that it bunched there.{elseif Fat = True}you simply hiked the dress up past the curve of her hips so that it bunched there.{else}you simply grabbed both hands at the small of her back and pulled, ripping the thin garment easily down the middle and exposing her.{endif} Her backside was completely bare. She'd forsaken any sort of undergarments, for only the outward appearance of modesty.

Her flesh was creamy and supple, showing a few scars that might be old wounds from before she obtained vulnerability, as well as a gold handprint on her inner thigh-- her saintess mark. There was not, however, a red handprint. It seemed your slap truly hadn't phased her. With her rear end exposed, you delivered another hearty smack, then another. While her bottom bounced, there was no reddening at all, save for on your own palm. This time, she didn't even gasp. It was purely the element of surprise that had made her do so earlier, you realized.

"I appreciate the effort, but it really is useless. Geod made sure of that, whatever his reasoning," Helmid warned you once again, now with a softer smile. "It's a shame... I'm a bit of a masochist, but there's really no injuring me in that way."

You saw now the futility of that endeavor, but there were other ways you could satisfy the paladin's masochistic streak. Visualizing your opportunity, {if Muscular = True}you lifted Helmid up in both arms, hooking under her calves and back. She was really quite heavy, but thankfully, you were strong enough for the task. You carried her over to the vanity where she'd been sitting earlier, then sat down, ending with her in your lap, now facing forward towards her first husband.{else}Helmid was too heavy to carry, so you led her instead, taking her hands and guiding her back towards the vanity where you'd been sitting earlier. You took a seat upon the stool, then pat your lap to signal for her to sit there. She complied, taking a seat with her rear end against your groin and her face towards her first husband.{endif}

"Are you just playing around? Do not treat her frivolously," the man on the other side of the mirror complained.

Ignoring his remarks, you positioned Helmid directly over your groin, then parted her legs to either side, holding underneath her inner thighs with each hand. You pulled what remained of the curtain of the lower part of her dress up to her belly, revealing her nakedness to Matthieu. From this distance, he'd be able to see the fruits of your efforts so far: she was already wet, to the point where a trickle ran from her slit down her underside, threatening to stain the vanity seat. "I think we should humor him... and see where this goes," Helmid spoke quietly, her chest rising and falling with each breath while a wide smile spread across her face.

You brought out the next part of your plan, fully engorged, and rest it between her legs so that her first husband could see it for just a moment. Once he'd gotten a good eyeful, you inserted your cock, sliding it in slow and deep. You met no resistance. From this position, as well as you could given her weight, you began to bounce Helmid up and down upon your lap with your thrusts. Your face was buried in her unbraided, orange-brown hair as she rode upon you, wearing a smile of pleasure, accompanied by occasional quiet moans. At least you'd finally found a sensitive spot to attack.

Still, it felt like there was more you could do. This exhibitionist act in front of her husband was good, but she wanted more.

You stopped thrusting.

For a moment, Matthieu's glower of anger turned to a look of confusion, before your plan made itself clear. Helmid began moving on her own, slapping her hips up and down against your lap to push you in and out without your moving an inch. She placed each of her hands upon her knees and pounded herself down upon you, enjoying the sensation. You now had your hands free to use in other ways. You moved your arms up to wrap around her neck, **** her by clenching each forearm at a 90 degree angle. Once again, you felt you weren't doing any damage, so you cranked up your efforts, squeezing harder. You were rewarded by the feeling of her body shuddering in your grasp.

"You bastard!" her first husband complained, clearly not appreciating the display. "Bastard...!"

Or so you thought...

As you looked closer, you suddenly realized that the man had his cock out, stroking it with one hand while he watched the display.

You didn't want to watch that, so you grabbed Helmid's cheeks with one hand and turned her face towards yours, grabbing her in a deep kiss. Her crossed eyes squeezed to a half-shade as she pulverized herself down below and nearly suffocated with your restrictions on her throat and mouth. "Good!" she spoke between kisses, one of the few words she could get out through all of the action.

You turned her head so that she could see herself in the mirror. You whispered in her ear, telling her she looked like a whore.

"Cum... Cum... Please, cum...!" she insisted pleadingly.

Somewhere during the course of all of this, she'd started gushing-- it was possible she was on her second or third climax. For all the pain you were trying to inflict on her otherwise, with questionable success, you'd be nice to her in that one regard. You gripped her tight around the neck, then blasted your seed inside of her, keeping your eyes locked on hers to spare yourself the question of whether the recruit commander had also finished himself off.

As you recovered your senses, amazingly finding yourself more worn out than Helmid after trying to suffocate her, you found that Matthieu had, at some point, left the mirror. The woman was still in the room, however, glowing radiantly despite all of the physical discomfort she ought to have just endured. Her clothes and hair were a mess, but there was no sign of injury anywhere on her body. The only hard evidence of your lovemaking was the trail of semen, leaking out from below and down her thigh.

"Splendid, my squire... Simply wonderful! You know... I wasn't sure if it was right to tell you, but... In some ways, Matthieu and I were compatible as lovers," she sighed, pressing one hand to her cheek wistfully. "I wanted to be watched and... although he was too proud to admit it to anyone but me, and even then only the once, he wanted to watch. Oh, don't get me wrong. He wanted a son or daughter as well. Eternally distraught that he was rendered unable by the barren plague. I brought up adoption, but with my work and his..."

You told her that you never knew. The man's private life was... quite private.

"Yes. He is not the type to talk about his feelings," Helmid chuckled. "But just know that this arrangement you have with me is satisfactory, for both of us. You see? All in Geod's wisdom." She gave you another sly wink, then tossed her hair. "I was just getting ready for bed when you walked in, you know. Care to join me?"

... You weren't sure if you'd survive another roll with her, not without some time to recover. You decided to excuse yourself for the time being.

"Until next time, my gallant squire."