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

One last exercise, supervised by your former commander, huh? {if Master = True}You didn't intend to let him call the shots. Your bedroom, your rules-- that was the best way you knew to conduct yourself, for the good of both you and your partner. You'd left aside his tutilege when you left the academy. If he wanted to watch, that would be permitted, but you had no intention of letting him dictate how this night played out.{elseif Servant = True}Being a servant for Helmid, in this case, meant serving her first husband as well. You'd always been good at following orders-- if he really did want to direct you during this encounter, you could handle it, but you hoped that Helmid would be the one with her hand on the leash.{elseif Chivalrous = True}Your idea of how a night of passion with a saintess ought to go, traditionally, involved just you and the saintess. If she really wanted him watching, then you'd do your best to oblige, but you had to admit to yourself-- this was hardly the storybook romance you'd been hoping for.{elseif Lady's Man = True}You'd had a lot of experience handling multiple women, but never satisfying a husband and wife together. Still, you were confident on your ability to please a woman, even if her grouchy partner happened to be watching and judging you.{elseif Freak = True}Having him watch would just make porking his wife all the more satisfying. For the sake of not destroying the marriage, you'd take things nice and easy on his wife. He could keep that illusion of his marriage nice and safe inside his mind, while you and Helmid did whatever unspeakable things you liked on the sly.{elseif Duty-Bound = True}Geod had placed a tall task in front of you. The ordinary situation, juggling six saintesses, was odd enough. You'd never thought that one of them would have a husband that would insist on being a part of it. Your trust in Geod's plan hadn't waned, but more than ever, you really wished he'd give you more of a window into his vision.{else}No pressure...{endif}

You agreed to the terms.

"Thank you, Squire. You've been more than accommodating," Helmid responded, placing her hands upon your shoulders as she stood behind you. You felt a tight squeeze, both intimate and needy, as she massaged them slowly. "Right, dear?"

"... Right," Matthieu answered, keeping his jaw tight and his eyes locked upon you.

Helmid had shown you her freaky side plenty already tonight, but as she led you towards the bed, switching her grip from each of your shoulders to each of your hands and walking backward, you wondered if continuing to indulge them was in anyone's best interests. Sex with your saintesses was good, expected, even prophesied... But doing something here that threw her relationship with her first husband into jeopardy couldn't be in Geod's plan. You'd keep things tasteful.

The woman lowered herself onto the bed first, sitting her shapely hips upon the velvety sheets, then pulled you in harder, causing you to lurch over her and then fall with your arms to either sides of her shoulders. She climbed the rest of the way onto the bed, sliding on her back and smiling warmly, while she allowed you to crawl above her. {if Slight = True}Her body dwarfed yours in size, but she allowed you to take the top all the same. "My precious squire," she cooed, reaching up to stroke your cheek with one hand.{else}The combined weight of your bodies caused the bedframe to squeak in protest, but the added noise and precarious sense that the bed might break was only turning Helmid on all the more. "Mmm... Good squire," she praised you, as you settled in above.{endif}

You ignored Matthieu's eyes to what extent was possible as you undressed the man's wife, starting by releasing her from the red robe encircling her body. Her white sleeping gown clung to her womanly curves, ordinarily hidden by a combination of surcoat and mail. You couldn't wait to expose those curves further, and quickly relieved her of that garment as well-- she held her arms above her head to assist you. As its hem rose, her naked body was revealed, with no undergarments to speak of. A patch of red hair, neatly trimmed, stood out just above her sex. Her breasts were large, appearing soft in contrast to the rest of her body, which was the athletic build of a soldier, with scars marring her flesh here and there. Her fiery hair spilled around her as she lay against the sheets, now bare, all apart from her wedding ring.

You asked her how an invulnerable woman came to be scarred.

"Old wounds. Older than my time as a saintess," she explained, while helping you out of your own clothing. You hadn't come dressed to be undressed, so to speak, and the process took a bit longer. "You've got a few scars yourself," the paladin pointed out, tracing them lightly with her fingers. A soft smile hung upon her lips and she chuckled. "You haven't been on the field of battle long enough to get scars such as these. That shows me how seriously you're taking Matthieu's training. I wonder how many of these he inflicted upon you?"

She wrapped her arms around your shoulders. You felt her nails press into your back.

"You should get him back for that," Helmid whispered into your ear. "Maybe fuck his wife."

The two of you were both entirely nude by this point. There was nothing to stop you but your own sense of modesty now, and that soon vanished as well, as you were emboldened by the hot breath of the saintess. You pushed your bodies together, allowing your engorged cock to slide against her abs while you took her into a kiss. She was practically drooling for it and her tongue wrapped yours. Her lips smacked noisily as one hand grasped onto your back and the other clung straight to your ass, squeezing hard. You felt the only control you had in this scenario was to guide your cock, sliding it a few times against her pussy, either to tease or warn her, before slipping it straight inside.

Despite his earlier words, you heard nothing from Matthieu. Was he still silently watching you? You couldn't spare a moment to look in his direction. Your eyes were all for your saintess, who now lay with her head against the sheets, missing the pillows entirely. Her eyes were squint shut in happy crescents while she bit her lower lip, a thin trace of drool from her earlier spit-swapping now escaping the side of her grin. "Please, fuck me... Fuck me hard...!"

You began to push your hips like a piston. She wasn't overly tight-- quite the opposite. She was wet, warm, and yielding, letting you in as far as you wanted to go, and she moaned lightly every time you pushed in enough to tickle her sweet spot. The amazing part of it all was how little she moved. The bed creaked, you moved your lower body furiously, but in all of it, she seemed as immovable as stone. This wasn't just the weight of her muscle-- you sensed her invulnerability might make it impossible to move her.

"Harder... please."

You tried to obey, clenching your teeth as you now lifted her lower body slightly off of the bed, hooking her legs with each of your arms to piledrive her pussy harder. Harder... and harder... you were beginning to go raw at the effort. The bedsheets were becoming damp with the sweat falling from your body and from hers, as well as the puddle spreading from her leaking pussy, but you didn't get the sense that she'd budged an inch.

"Harder! Harder! Harder!"

She kept spurring you on, but there was only so much you could do. You held her body at an odd 90 degree angle, ramming yourself in as hard as you could, while you watched her face: all pleasure, no pain. You hugged one shapely, bare white leg and continued to pound her as hard as you could. You could feel yourself cumming, but you didn't dare stop, not as long as she was still begging you to continue. You were exhausted, but you couldn't stop. You were spent... but you couldn't stop!

Helmid gave a scary grin, almost demonic, while wrapping your back tightly with her strong arms. "A splendid effort, my squire. I feel we've gotten a great start to it. I can feel your virile semen inside of me, trying to impregnate me... an end to the barren plague. An end to the curse. Urging me to become a mother..." she cooed, whispering sweetly into your ear. "I'll be counting on you, okay? All of humanity is. So... Fuck me once again. We should do it at least a few times every night. Please, give me more!"

Sweat poured from your body. Helmid's body suddenly felt heavy in your hands, like a suit of armor. Were you really going to survive this task from Geod?

You would cum again and again... and again... filling the lady paladin to dripping.

You lay upon Helmid's bed-spread, utterly spent, as she sat at her vanity, combing out her hair as you'd walked in on her earlier. She was nude, save the red robe she'd placed back around her shoulders. Matthieu's face was unreadable, hidden from your view, as the two of them spoke.

"Still feeling sour, Matthieu?"

"... Not so much."

"He performed quite admirably."

"... I'd say so."

"And you seem to have-"

"Don't tease me, Helmid. He did well. Now let me get back to my papers."

"Of course, my love. Sleep well."

Helmid stood up from the vanity and walked over to where you lay drenched in sweat and trying to recover your breath. A soft smile lit up her face, utterly at odds with your earlier memory of her as a sex-crazed maniac. "You did well, Sir Vin. You're all a woman could want in a squire. And I hope that I'll prove all that you desire in a saintess. Next time... we can do it without the kid gloves, hm?" she giggled, stroking your hair tenderly.

... That was her idea of taking it easy?!