Ingrid Breaks

“Hehehehe, fantastic!”

Kostas was alone in his room, standing over his desk. This was one of the rare moments when Kostas was not accompanied by one of his slaves. Kostas loved to have fun with his slaves, but he had ordered them to go about their daily business. They hated this idea.

“But it’s so BORING being a knight!” Shamir had whined.

“I wish you could fuck us all day!” Bernadetta had said.

Kostas was touched that his slaves were so attached to their Master, but he had told his stupid sluts that it was necessary. He couldn’t have the higher-ups of the monastery getting suspicious. Byleth and Manuela were busy carrying on their duties as professors, Edelgard and the other female students were keeping up appearances alongside their other classmates, and Shamir and Catherine were currently away with the Knights of Seiros on monastery business.

This left Kostas free to his own devices, as he was currently looking over his plans. The final stages were in play. Soon, everything would be his. It wouldn’t take long now…

All of a sudden, Kostas’s door was violently kicked open.

Holding a spear in hand, Ingrid quickly traveled across the room and pointed her weapon at Kostas’s throat.

“You son of a bitch!” Ingrid yelled. “I KNOW what you’ve been doing! I saw what you did to my friends! Makes me sick, you FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!!! You think you can just walk right in and take over the monastery?! WELL. YOU’RE. DONE!!! I’m taking you to the Archbishop and you are going to change everyone back! Lady Rhea will know what to do with you after that.”

Kostas chuckled. “You’re a feisty one! Can’t say I don’t like that though. You’re pretty cute. Has anyone ever told you that?”

Ingrid slightly blushed, briefly taken aback by Kostas’s shameless words. “SHUT. UP.” Ingrid pressed her spear against Kostas’s throat. “Move.”

“Mmm, I don’t think so. I don’t really feel like seeing her holiness today. It’s a bit too soon for that. But when it’s time, that hot piece of ass will be on her knees begging to serve me.”

“What did I just say?!?! I SWEAR I will kill you!”

“Go on, then. Do it.”

This man is a monster, Ingrid thought. She knew he was dangerous and that he would only hurt more people if kept alive. She had hoped to bring him to Lady Rhea and find some way to reverse what he had done to everyone, but he was giving her no other option. Ingrid gripped her spear even tighter, ready to bring an end to this piece of garbage for good. She shouted at the top of her lungs, pushing forward with all her strength and-

Nothing.

Ingrid’s arms were trembling, as her arms refused to move forward no matter how hard she tried.

“Wh-What?”

Kostas smirked. “What’s wrong? I thought you were going to kill me. Can’t seem to do it?”

“What is the meaning of this?”

“HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!” Kostas bellowed from his gut. “I never get tired of that look on your face! The truth is that we’ve done this song and dance before…countless times.”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

“Hehehe, you sure you want to know? Well, if you insist. You know, you’re really something. I don’t know how you did it, but somehow, you actually figured out what I was up to. Must have been that knightly instinct of yours. You barged through my door like you did just now and threatened me with that spear of yours. You almost had me.”

Kostas flashed another grin.

“It’s a good thing you brought Manuela with you. She managed to stop you before you could finish the job. What a shame. You were THIS close too. I made sure to fuck you real good after that. But then I thought…that wasn’t good enough. You almost ruined my plans. So I decided you needed a bit more punishment. I got Manuela to leave some commands in your mind. She made you forget everything, but she also made it so you would keep finding out and keep confronting me so that I could keep fucking you over and over again. Truth is, you’ve been my fuck **** for weeks now.”

“There’s no way! That can’t be true!”

“You sure about that?!?! Hehehe, think about it. If you knew about me, how come you came without backup?”

Ingrid’s eyes widened. Wait. Why did she come here by herself? Ingrid was confident in her fighting ability, but she could’ve brought someone. Dimitri. Sylvain. Anyone.

But she didn’t.

“You could’ve come to Lady Rhea herself instead of barging into my room. Do you even remember exactly what went through your mind as you came here?”

He was right. It didn’t make any sense for Ingrid to come here all alone without telling anyone. She knew what he was doing. She knew what he was capable of. Yet, despite that… In fact, now that she thought about it…she didn’t remember her thought process on her way here. She just….came.

How did she even know where his room was?

Ingrid felt a drop in her stomach. She thought she had the upper hand here, but now she was starting to think that might be the farthest thing from the truth.

Kostas let out another bellowing laugh. “HAHAHAHA! Seeing that look of despair on your face gets me going every time.”

Kostas put his finger on Ingrid’s spear, gently pushing it down. “Now, why don’t we put that down. Hehe, you could really hurt somebody.”

Ingrid wanted to kill him more than anything. She begged her body to move forward. An inch. A centimeter. Anything that would allow her to kill this man. Yet, she couldn’t stop herself as she lowered her arms.

“Drop it,” Kostas commanded.

Ingrid couldn’t even resist his command, as she quickly dropped her spear to the ground.

“That’s a good girl. Now, take off your panties and show me that pretty pussy of yours.”

Ingrid looked at Kostas with disgust as she did as she was commanded. Dropping her panties to the floor, she begrudgingly lifted her skirt. As clear as day, Kostas’s crest was visibly glowing above Ingrid’s pussy. Ingrid was ashamed at the exposed state she was in and in front of this man of all people.

Kostas, on the other hand, was reveling in Ingrid’s despair. She aspired to be a great knight, but time and time again, Kostas showed Ingrid that her only purpose was to be his **** and a pretty entertaining one at that.

“Kneel.”

At Kostas’s command, Ingrid kneeled in front of her worst enemy. She wasn’t in control of her body, but she glared at Kostas with absolute hatred in her eyes.

“Hehehe, if looks could kill.” Kostas pulled his cock out of his pants. “What do you think? You want to suck my cock?”

“You’re despicable,” Ingrid spat. “If you think I’ll do that willingly you’re cra-“

“Blow me.”

Ingrid complied, stuffing his entire cock down her throat. Ingrid should’ve been disgusted, but for some reason she found it…delicious.

This…this taste, Ingrid thought. This smell….why is it making me feel this way??? My head is buzzing…what’s going on??

“I left your mind intact, but I’ve trained your body well. Your body belongs to me. It knows what it wants. Looks like even the smell of my cock gets you going.”

Kostas was right again. She found the act disgusting, but her heart was beating faster, as her body grew hotter. Every second of Kostas’s “training” was deeply ingrained in her, and even now, her body longed for his cock. It was like a magnetic pull, as she wanted more of it down her throat.

Before she knew it, her pussy was drenched, her own arousal dripping down her leg. Something about what she was doing was eerily familiar…and satisfying. She kept working her lips up and down Kostas’s cock, unable to hold back her low moans.

“You’ve gotten really good at this. You know this is what you want. Just accept that you’re already my slut. Hehe, maybe you just need another reminder.” Kostas came in Ingrid’s mouth, his semen flowing explosively.

Once again, Ingrid’s eyes widened, repulsed at the very act of his seed filling her mouth. Yet it tasted…good. It tasted rich and sweet. Reflexively, she graciously rolled his cum around her tongue, savoring the taste.

“Swallow.”

She gulped his cum down her throat like it was her favorite drink in the world. Ingrid was aware of the fucked up nature of this situation and that Kostas was her enemy, but she didn’t get a single drop go to waste. Somewhere deep inside wouldn’t allow it.

Grasping her braid, Kostas yanked Ingrid off of his cock.

“Please…please stop. I beg you,” Ingrid panted.

“Sorry, no can do. You’re nowhere near done yet.” Kostas let go of her braid, causing her to fall to the floor.

“Show me your pussy.”

Ingrid spread her legs wide open, lifting her skirt with one hand and rubbing her pussy with the other. Ingrid gave a pained expression, as she presented her bare pussy to him.

“You have a nice pussy, Ingrid. Looking at it like this never gets old. You should be proud.”

Kostas’s words only made Ingrid feel worse; she hated being complimented by this vile human being.

“You don’t believe me? Don’t worry, I’ll show you.” Kostas bent down and gave a long lick to Ingrid’s pussy. Ingrid let out a gasp, as a rush of pleasure went through her body. She never had any form of intimacy with a man, but her pussy was extremely sensitive. She felt ashamed, mostly because she couldn’t deny how good it felt.

“See, Ingrid? I actually find you very attractive. You’re a natural beauty. I really like fucking you.”

Ingrid panted, trying but failing to give another fiery retort. Kostas happily kept licking her pussy, making the young knight scream at the top of her lungs. Even this felt natural to her, as her body responded as if they had done this a million times. Although this was far from the first time he had done this, Kostas was having the time of his life. In truth, the very fact that he HAD done this so many times before and Ingrid remembered none of it was the cherry on top.

Ingrid’s arrivals were always the highlight of his day. All the virtues she held dear as a future knight meant absolutely nothing. He spat on those ideals every time they met.

And Ingrid couldn’t do a thing while she was on the other end of that sadism. Kostas forcefully thrust the full length of his cock inside Ingrid's pussy. The pleasure hit Ingrid with just as much ****, as the composed young knight yelled out even louder causing Kostas to laugh. Ingrid's eyes rolled in the back of her head; it was all too overwhelming for her to handle. Ingrid couldn't take it.

However, Kostas wasn’t finished with Ingrid. He had one final move to play…

As Ingrid neared another “first” climax, Kostas said one simple word: “Remember.”

All at once, every single memory with Kostas that had been locked away now came flooding back to the young knight’s mind.

She remembered the first time she barged into Kostas’s room and how suddenly and ruthlessly the tables had turned on her. She remembered the first time Kostas had stuck his cock in her ass, violently and without warning. She remembered him cumming down her throat time and time again. She remembered the countless hours that he made her ride his cock.

She remembered it all.

And it was too much for her.

Ingrid cried out as Kostas came inside of her, not only experiencing this climatic experience but every single one she had ever had with her Master. Ingrid’s mind shattered from the combined experience of all these moments at once.

Yet once again to Kostas, it wasn’t enough.

For good measure, he continued aggressively thrusting forward. It wasn’t over until he said it was over. And he enjoyed every single minute of it. By the time Kostas finished, Ingrid was lying on the ground, **** with her eyes half open and Kostas’s cum dripping out of her pussy.

A knock was heard on the door.

“Hehehe, come in,” Kostas said.

The door opened and Manuela entered the room “Hello,” Manuela said. Noticing Ingrid on the ground, she said, “Oh my, another visit from Ingrid I see.” She walked over to Kostas and looked over Ingrid’s **** body. “Looks like you really let her have it today. You might have pushed her too far this time,” Manuela giggled.

“Fucking Ingrid is always a good way to relieve some stress,” Kostas said.

“Well, should I do the usual? Clean her up and wipe her memory?”

Kostas smirked. “No. I think I broke something in her this time. Seeing that should be far more entertaining.”

Manuela met that smirk with one of her own. She leaned on him, resting her hand on his chest. “Great idea, Master. It’s so sadiiistic. I love it.”

“You were right. Your girls really are some fantastic sluts. Guess I shouldn’t be too surprised considering…” Kostas grabbed a large handful of Manuela’s firm ass.

“Oh, Master. Please, praise me more.” Manuela pulled Kostas into an erotic kiss. Their kiss grew more passionate, ultimately leading to more with Ingrid’s body serving as an entertaining display in the background.

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It was late at night in Manuela’s chamber, candles providing an intimate atmosphere. The young ladies of the Blue Lions house were lined up in a row, naked and kneeling on the ground. Mercedes, Annette, and Ingrid were all looking forward, sharing the same blissful smile. The mere sight would’ve made anyone cum, and Manuela was certainly enjoying the view herself.

Aside from her high heels, Manuela was also naked, proudly displaying her glorious body to her students. She slowly walked back and forth, the click of her heels filling the room. Slowly and lightly swatting her black leather riding crop against the palm of her hand, Manuela exuded a dominant energy that was powerfully erotic.

Finally, she stopped walking, firmly catching the riding crop in her hand, and smiled. “Well girls, are you ready for your next lesson?”

“Yes, Professor Manuela,” the three girls said happily in unison.

They had so much to learn and Manuela knew that no one was more suited than her to teach them.

A professor’s work was truly never done.

Author's Note: I tried to push a bit further with this one than usual. I know opinions on Ingrid as a character are very much you either love her or you hate her so I tried to make a chapter that would be entertaining for people that are on both sides of that. I at least like to think I succeeded haha! I hope you all enjoy it!

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