is fun to break

Aether looked Eula up and down slowly, a hungry little smirk tugging at his lips.

“Aren’t you a bit overdressed for someone who’s supposed to attend to all my needs?”

Eula’s cheeks flushed instantly, but she held her proud posture. Before she could answer, Aether stepped closer and began openly inspecting her like a prized mare at auction.

He ran his hands over her shoulders first, then down her sides, squeezing her waist and feeling the toned muscle beneath her outfit. He cupped her full breasts through the fabric, weighing them, thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples.

“Decent size… firm,” he murmured appreciatively. He slid his hands lower, gripping her hips and turning her around like she weighed nothing. Eula let out a small, surprised sound but didn’t resist.

He smacked her ass lightly, watching it jiggle, then squeezed both cheeks firmly. “Good hips. Strong thighs. Excellent breeding material.” His fingers traced down between her legs, rubbing her through the thin fabric until he felt the growing wetness there. “Already getting soaked. Honest body.”

Eula’s breathing had grown heavier. She looked back over her shoulder, voice a mix of pride and arousal. “Hmph… I am a Lawrence. We are built for… endurance.”

Aether gave her ass one more firm slap and nodded. “We’re staying at your lodging tonight. It’s more secluded, right? Less chance of disturbing people when you start screaming.”

Eula’s ears turned bright red, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward in a barely-hidden smirk.

“As you wish,” she replied, voice slightly husky. “Follow me.”

Her private quarters in the Knights’ headquarters were indeed much more secluded — a spacious room with thick walls and heavy doors. The moment they stepped inside and the door clicked shut, Eula started undressing without being told.

She peeled off her complex outfit piece by piece, revealing her tall, elegant, and surprisingly curvaceous body. Pale skin, toned abs, full breasts with perky pink nipples, and a perfectly shaped ass that still showed the faint red mark from his earlier smack.

Once fully naked, she stood straight and proud in front of him, hands behind her back.

“Will this do?” she asked, though her thighs were already pressing together, clearly excited. “I am yours to use tonight, Traveler. As roughly as you like.”

She turned around again, bending slightly at the waist and spreading her legs, presenting her dripping pussy and tight ass like an offering.

“I have excellent stamina,” she added, voice low and challenging. “So feel free to make me scream as loud as you want. No one will hear us here.”

Eula looked back at him with those sharp, expectant eyes, clearly eager to see just how hard he was going to test that famous Lawrence endurance tonight.

Aether spent the entire first night putting Eula through her paces with renewed, almost vengeful motivation.

Rosaria had bruised his pride earlier by draining him completely. Now he had a tall, proud, blue-blooded knight to break — and three full days to do it.

Eula was everything she claimed and more. Her endurance was no exaggeration.

Even as he fucked her senseless for hours, she kept her head held high. Bent over the bed, riding him, pressed against the wall — no matter how many times he made her cum, she refused to fully submit. Her voice stayed relatively steady at first, only cracking into desperate moans when the orgasms got too intense.

“Hah… is that all you have, Traveler…? A Lawrence… nngh… does not break so easily…” she panted, still trying to sound dignified even while her pussy was creaming messily around his cock for the fifth time.

But his ability was relentless.

Every thrust sent waves of overwhelming pleasure crashing through her body. Her noble pussy — tight, aristocratic, and soaking wet — slowly began to betray her. The more he fucked her, the more her walls started to mold perfectly around his cock, gripping and sucking him deeper like it was becoming addicted.

By the third hour, her pride was still there… but cracking.

Her legs shook violently as she came again, back arched, breasts bouncing. “I-I will not… submit… haaaah—!!” Yet her hips were pushing back against him greedily, chasing every inch.

Aether flipped her onto her back, folded her long legs over his shoulders, and pounded her even deeper, hammering directly into her womb with every thrust. Eula’s eyes started to glaze over. Her perfectly composed expression slowly melted into something much sluttier — mouth open, tongue slightly out, cheeks flushed dark red.

Still, she tried.

“Such… such insolence… treating a noble knight like a common broodmare— ahhn—!!”

But her body was honest. Her pussy was now fluttering non-stop, squirting around him every few minutes as he pumped load after load into her. Her belly had a visible bulge from how much cum he had already dumped inside her.

By the time the sun started to rise, Eula was still conscious, still trying to keep that proud Lawrence glare… but it was trembling. Her voice had gone hoarse. Her once-perfect posture was gone — she was twitching and leaking like a well-used toy, cum pouring out of her ruined cunt every time her body spasmed.

Aether leaned over her, still buried deep, and whispered against her ear.

“Three more days, Eula. I’m going to break this noble horse apart. By the end of it, you’ll be screaming my name and begging to be my personal breeding mare.”

Eula shivered hard, another weak orgasm rolling through her at his words. She managed one last proud, shaky response, even as her eyes fluttered with exhaustion and pleasure:

“…Do your worst.”

But the small, involuntary whimper that followed told him the corruption had already begun. Her proud knightly walls were slowly crumbling, inch by inch, under the relentless assault of his cock.

And they still had three full days ahead.

Aether dedicated himself completely to Eula.

No wandering. No other women. Just him and the proud Cryo knight in her secluded quarters from morning until night.

He woke her up with his cock already buried deep inside her cum-filled pussy, fucking her slow and deep while she was still half-asleep. Eula tried to maintain her dignity, biting her lip and murmuring, “So eager already…?” but her voice quickly dissolved into shaky moans as he made her cum before she even fully woke up.

From that moment on, he didn’t let her rest for long.

He spent the entire day turning the proud Lawrence knight into his personal project.

He fucked her against the window overlooking the city, her breasts pressed to the glass while she tried (and failed) not to moan too loudly. He bent her over every piece of furniture in the room. He made her ride him on the floor while he lounged back like a king, hands behind his head, watching her toned body bounce desperately on his cock.

Each hour chipped away at her pride more and more.

By midday, Eula was starting to crack noticeably.

“Still… holding on…?” she gasped, trying to sound defiant even as she was folded in half, ankles by her head, getting her womb pummeled. But her eyes were glassy, tongue lolling slightly, and her pussy was creaming non-stop around him.

Aether smirked, pounding her harder. “You’re getting tighter every time I fill you. Your body already knows who it belongs to.”

He flooded her again, pumping another massive load straight into her womb. Eula’s belly swelled even more noticeably now, sloshing with his cum. She came so hard her vision whited out for a few seconds, but she still tried to whisper, “I… I won’t… submit…”

By late afternoon, the submission was undeniable.

Eula was on her knees, ass up high in the air, face pressed into the mattress as Aether railed her from behind like a breeding mare. Her usual elegant voice had turned into broken, needy sobs.

“Deeper— please— fuck your knight harder—!!”

She was pushing back against him now, actively fucking herself on his cock, pride crumbling fast. Every new creampie made her whimper pathetically, her once-proud pussy now fully addicted, clenching and milking him greedily for more.

When night fell again, Eula was a mess.

She lay on her back, legs spread wide, arms above her head in complete surrender. Her belly was heavily swollen with cum, her pussy a gaping, twitching, cum-leaking wreck. Tears of overwhelming pleasure ran down her flushed cheeks.

Aether was still thrusting into her slowly, savoring the way her body had been completely reshaped around him.

Eula looked up at him with hazy, defeated eyes. Her voice was hoarse and trembling:

She reached up weakly, pulling him down into a desperate, sloppy kiss — something the proud knight would never have done yesterday.

“…Please… keep breaking me,” she whispered against his lips, the last fragments of her noble pride finally shattering. “I’m yours… Your personal knight… Your broodmare… Use me until I’m completely ruined…”

Her long legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as she surrendered fully, body trembling with another weak but honest orgasm.

The strong, proud woman was falling apart beautifully — and Aether still had two more days to finish the job.