Fallen Angel

Rosalind’s diary began right before her knight’s entrance exam. The diary was supposed to be her story book, a record of heroic adventures. She wrote down how excited, but nervous she was to take the test, and her disappointment and rage for being assigned a squad well below her worth. She detailed the problems she had to deal with working under commander Bhuta, and the growing discontent that she felt. She was being held back by petty politics, stuck doing menial chores while people out there needed help.

Following entries were written while on the road from the capital to Knottori, and covered her explosive outburst at Bhuta that landed her in that situation. At the time, she felt relief to be sent to Knottori, to leave her frustrations behind and start anew. She was still hopeful and kept her dream of becoming a hero within her heart. She considered options like becoming an independent adventurer, or asking Earnest for help to perhaps get her into his squad, but for now she would take a break.

The next part of the diary detailed her early days in Knottori, and gave her side of the stories that the villager’s told. She had disposed of the local bandits and won the hearts of the villagers, well most of them at least. After getting to know everyone, she found that only the misfit boys were still distant from her. She reasoned that they saw her as an authority figure, one that would probably boss them around and ruin their fun. She resolved to change that, and get them to see her as more of a friend or big sister.

Her entries described a peaceful lifestyle, with occasional letters with Earnest to punctuate the large periods of time that passed. However, she began to suspect that the peace, and the boredom that came with it was getting to her. She suspected that it was affecting her mind, as she would sometimes go about the day in a dream-like state, doing and saying things almost automatically. It got worse over time, as her behavior became more and more unusual for her own standards. Small things like feeling anxious when talking with people, catching herself checking out other women, and heavy drinking to name a few.

She was deeply concerned by these changes, and sought out the help of local priests and healers, fearing that she was afflicted by some curse or illness. They studied her and found no such indicators, telling her that it was likely just her “adjusting” to her new lifestyle. The changes continued as time went on, and the worst habit she developed was her self-obsessed masturbation. She found that her own body was arousing her, and on top of that her libido was increasing, with her demand for pleasure increasing as well.

The diary kept things delicate and vague at the start, but as Rosalind continued to read her past writings, she could see this change. The diary became less reserved about sexual matters, detailing what experiments she would conduct on herself to reach greater pleasures. It talked about how she explored the most sensitive spots on and in her body, and how she started to train more spots into erogenous zones. Her diary recorded the perverse acts she performed with the vibrating pink magic crystal, as well as with Ricard’s wooden sword handle.

Towards the end, the diary was essentially just a record of her sexual exploits, and the ever increasing intensity that they reached. Stories like how she had gone out in public and conversed with villagers while secretly pleasuring herself with the pink magic crystal. Rosalind read through these with a transfixed gaze, until she flipped to the next page and was met with blankness. She was all caught up. She sat there, staring at the void on the page.

How much of this was written by Rosalind herself? The writing style was consistent, so it didn’t seem like the misfit boys wrote anything in it. Was this the state of Rosalind’s mind now?

While Rosalind was focussed on reading her diary, she followed the trail that her words laid out in a nearly hypnotic state. Now that she was at the abrupt end of that trail, she returned to reality, and her anchor to reality was her body. A body that was now burning and churning with lust and desire, straining for sexual relief.

Rosalind stood up from the chair and knew what she was going to do. Earnest’s mind almost tried to put up a futile resistance, but Rosalind knew what was coming next was inevitable. Reading all of those accounts of Rosalind playing with herself, either under the influence of the misfit boys or the changes that they left behind… it was too arousing for her to handle in her current state. Alesia’s potion couldn’t hold this much at bay.

As if it had a mind of its own, Rosalind’s hand went down to her pocket. It clasped a round, hard object that she had left there, and took it out. It was a seductive pink, sparkling in the light, begging to be used and abused. Rosalind’s heart was thumping, threatening to leap out of her chest as she began to undress. She unclothed herself, watching herself as she did so. She admired her breasts as they were freed from her bra, and could feel the wetness between her legs as she slid her underwear down her legs.

Rosalind got on top of the bed and quickly got to work satisfying her desires. It was an irresistible itch that she was finally able to scratch. She brought the pink crystal down between her spread legs, and began to push it inside herself. She was dripping wet and the toy was met by little resistance, as if her body yearned for its reunion. As her two fingers pushed it deeper, she could feel an excitement rising within her chest. Maybe Rosalind’s body knew that its **** desires would soon be met.

Rosalind continued to push the pink crystal, plunging in as far as it would go, pressing it up against the entrance of her womb. She remembered the most recent details of developing her womb as an erogenous zone, and how reading it made her feel… curious… excited… and… jealous. Rosalind realized that she was jealous of the misfit boys, and what they did to Earnest’s beloved. They had taken her from Earnest… but this was his chance to have her.

Rosalind sent a small amount of magic energy flowing through her body, aiming it right to the destination right below her belly button. The pink magic crystal buried inside her awoke with a subtle humming vibration that tickled Rosalind’s insides. She felt it moving in her deepest depths and against the tip of her fingers lodged inside her. The tickling only sensation only teased her, daring her to go further.

Rosalind increased the flow of magic energy and immediately felt the crystal reciprocate, coming to life and vibrating vigorously, sending sparking sensations through her body. The sudden burst of stimulation caught her off guard, as she cut off the flow to the crystal and stifled a moan rising in her throat. She caught her breath for a moment, before resuming the energy flow at a more moderate rate. The pink magic crystal happily began to move inside her again. She brought her free hand up to her breast, teasing the sensitive nipple that tipped it, circling and rubbing it sensually.

Rosalind got into a rhythm, and was able to start basking in the pleasure. This was so much better than the masturbation she experienced in the bathroom. Her fingers weren’t able to reach as deep as the crystal reached, and weren’t able to match its vigorous movement either. She found that her body somewhat got used to the vibrations as time went on, so she started to vary the amount of magical power she sent into the toy. Its vibrations followed her commands, and alternated between soft and strong to keep her body guessing. As the toy kept vibrating against the entrance to her womb, she could feel something deep inside her building up, something powerful. She knew that she would be able to reach climax in a matter of time, but she wanted more.

She used one of the two fingers inside her to start rubbing her g-spot, and simultaneously started rubbing the base of her palm against the top of her pussy, stimulating two more erogenous zones with her hand. With her other hand, she started to get rough with the nipple she had been playing with, starting to twist, pinch, and pull at it to milk it for all the pleasure it would give her. The hard working hand between her legs started to feel strain, and she knew that it would cramp up if she kept this up for too long, but she knew she was going to arrive at a climax soon.

As her hands kept working to pleasure their master, she kept feeling her imminent orgasm building higher and higher, and almost feared how much was building. She could already tell that this was going to be like nothing she had ever experienced before, and she feared that her mind might not be able to take it. But still, she wanted to push herself beyond her limits, so she shoved as much magical energy into the crystal as it could take and used her finger to press it against her cervix as hard as she could. She tightened her jaw shut to keep herself from breaking into loud moans, as she kept it up for one second… two seconds… three seconds… each second she felt the incoming orgasm building to new heights, and each second was a struggle to keep building it higher before the eventual climax.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She could feel her limit arriving. All the pent up pleasure burst all at once as she felt her whole lower abdomen begin to violently pulsate with maddening pleasure. The dam had ruptured and waves upon waves of raw stimulation flooded out from her deepest parts, crashing through her body and washing over her brain with more orgasmic bliss than she had ever experienced. Each pulse felt like her entire being was shaking, a white hot feeling ripping through her consciousness that struggled to avoid fainting, holding on only because it greedily wanted to experience every second of this moment.

She couldn’t even tell how long this one lasted, but Rosalind eventually regained her senses as the pulses started to lessen in intensity. Her whole body relaxed and she fell completely into the bed like a puppet without strings. Her strained hand finally exited her and fell limply by her side. She laid there, enjoying numerous aftershocks that continued to travel throughout her body, the quivering and throbbing of her insides slowly calming. Her hard breathing and fast heart rate began to slow, as her body descended back to the mortal world.

Remnants lingered within her. She felt… warm… and fulfilled. She enjoyed the subtle feeling, but remembered that the toy was still lodged within her. She would have to get it out. She raised the hand that had just been between her legs, and already knew that it couldn’t handle any more action for a while. She used her other hand to try to retrieve the toy, but as soon as it made contact with her lower entrance, she knew that it would be impossible. She was so sensitive! It wasn’t the pleasurable kind of sensitivity, it was the kind that told her to stop touching, sensitive like a cut or bruise. This oversensitivity would just make removing the crystal difficult and uncomfortable.

She tried to push it out using her internal muscles, but couldn’t make any progress. It was such a strange feeling to try to control muscles that Earnest’s mind had no experience with before. Sending the signals to move, and feeling the movements and sensations that they resulted in was so… weird. It turned out that her internal muscles were also tired, so she didn’t push herself too hard and gave up. Maybe she could… just… leave it there? It would be fine right? She could take it out later, or maybe it would come out by itself? She sent a tiny amount of magic power to it, and it responded back to let her know it was still in there.

Well, she guessed it would have to do for now. She started to clean herself up by wiping off all of the juices she had spilled while pleasuring herself. There was a visible wet mark on the bed, which Rosalind hoped would just dry up on its own. She made sure to wipe the rest of her body too, as she had broken into a sweat during the intense physical exertion. After she was done, she began to dress herself again. She pulled her underwear back over her hips, thinking of the pink magic crystal that was being sealed within her. She put on the rest of her clothes, then rested her hand on her abdomen, over where the pink crystal still lay deep within her. She sent another little burst of magic power to it, and it responded just like last time to let Rosalind know that it was still there, sealed underneath her clothing now.

Earnest’s mind went back to Ricard’s story of Rosalind wearing the pink magic crystal in public, and using it while the villagers she talked to were unaware. Rosalind quickly pushed the thought out, as she left the room and knocked on Earnest’s door, hoping for a second dose of Alesia’s potion to keep her calm for the rest of the day. Reading Rosalind’s diary had taken quite some time, not to mention the extra activities that followed, so it was already getting dark. Rosalind noticed that she wouldn’t mind eating, so she decided to ask Earnest and Coltia if they wanted dinner as well.

The three ate together, and went over what they did that day. Rosalind and Earnest talked about their training earlier, and Rosalind shared what she had learned from her diary. They would stick to the plan for the coming days, improving Rosalind’s and Earnest's impersonation skills in preparation for fooling the misfit girls, the knights, and the church.