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Catherine was enthralled by the cock in front of her. If she could clearly think about this situation, she would comment about how this wasn’t like her at all. At the moment, however, the crest’s power had fully taken over her mind. All Catherine was focused on was tending to this man’s cock. Within minutes, Catherine was sucking at a quickened pace, wrapping her tongue around the tip of Kostas’ member.

Kostas bellowed out a loud laugh, “I can’t believe it. The strongest warrior at the monastery is sucking my cock like a common slut.”

Catherine’s only response was to push Kostas’ cock even deeper down her throat. At this point, Catherine’s whole world revolved around pleasuring Kostas, so much so that she didn’t even notice that was Kostas speaking to her.

“Look at me when I talk to you slut!” Kostas exclaimed. Catherine composed herself enough to briefly tear her attention away and look up at Kostas.

“Stop sucking my cock, I don’t want to blow my load that fast.” Catherine’s newfound lust made her momentarily hesitate at this, as she couldn’t resist the feeling of falling deeper and deeper into submission. But in the end, she was compelled to obey and please.

Catherine begrudgingly took her lips off of his member, her thoughts a frazzled mess as her lust continued to build with no current way to act upon it. For once in her life, Catherine wasn’t in control, and unknowingly to her, this was causing the heat to build between her legs. The crest was deeply affecting her mind, causing Catherine to look towards Kostas as a way to regain any semblance of control. She put her life into his hands. She resumed staring at Kostas, knowing his next command would help to satisfy her sexual needs. Once again, if Catherine were more aware of her own thoughts and actions, she would realize that she was widely grinning at Kostas.

“God, you are hot.” Kostas devilishly grinned back at Catherine, imagining the possibilities of having a **** of this caliber. In a single day, he had gone from a simple bandit to being a Knight of Seiros with two high quality slaves at his disposal. And this was only the beginning.

Without any words, Kostas forcefully grabbed Catherine’s shoulders and pushed her down to the ground. Kostas pushed his member into Catherine’s pussy and Catherine screamed out in pleasure. Any pain Catherine felt was nothing compared to this newfound feeling, further enhanced by the influence of Kostas’ crest.

“You’re so fucking tight! Is this entire monastery filled with nothing but hot virgins?!” Kostas proclaimed as he increasingly pounded her harder and harder. “I was a bit gentler with that new professor, but with a body like yours, I know you can take it.” Kostas smirked as he ran his hands across the body of the once proud knight. Much like her pussy, Catherine’s body was tight, every aspect of her body was crafted to perfection. Catherine worked hard towards perfecting her body for years all in the name of being the best knight for Lady Rhea. Now, all that time and effort was being appreciated by the man in front of her.

“Fuck, I love my crest!” Kostas exclaimed.

Catherine was quickly losing her mind at the nonstop pleasure she was experiencing. All Catherine could do was cry out screams of pleasure. Quickly, Kostas stuck his fingers in Catherine’s mouth, and right away, Catherine began to suck his fingers, drawing out hot moans from her lips.

Kostas was increasingly turned on from the state of the famous knight, which seemed to have an effect on Catherine’s own lust. Catherine’s mind was clear of all rational thought and simply succumbed to the lust brought about by Kostas’ crest.

“So Catherine, the legendary wielder of the Thunderbrand, are you enjoying yourself like the slut you are?” Kostas questioned, pulling out his fingers so she may speak.

For a few seconds, Catherine continued to let out hot, **** moans as Kostas continued to ram her with his cock. In between her moans, Catherine finally let out, “Yes…” It was all Catherine could do to let out any kind of verbal response.

Kostas laughed in the middle of the empty training grounds, “That’s what I like to hear! Now I’ll make you feel some real pleasure!” Kostas quickened his pace, ramming his cock into Catherine. Catherine’s moans could no longer be held back, as she let Kostas know just how overwhelming his victory was over her.

“You are no longer Rhea’s knight, you are now mine! I am your Master!” Kostas exclaimed.

“Yesssss!!!!” Catherine screamed.

Catherine lost herself in her orgasm as Kostas came inside her. Catherine’s mind went completely blank as she lost herself to the pleasure. Just like Byleth, a bright red glowing ornate heart formed above Catherine’s pussy. In mind and soul, Catherine now belonged to Kostas. Every thought and action would revolve around how to best serve her new master.

Recovering from dropping his load into the hot knight, Kostas looked down satisfyingly at the glowing crest and back to Catherine’s face. What he saw next made Kostas even more turned on. On Catherine’s face was a look of pure adoration and submission which was completely contrary to how the knight carried herself mere minutes ago.

Lifting up her chin, Kostas asked, “Who is your master?”

Panting heavily, Catherine smiled and answered, “You are.”

Kostas smirked in return, “I could get used to this. But we should go, I’m sure someone must have heard that. Get dressed and follow me to my room. You’ll be the perfect servant in helping me get that bitch Rhea on her knees. But for now, word around the monastery is you’re pretty close to that archer, Shamir. This is going to be fun.”