Not likely

Shamir’s heart was racing faster than ever. She tried to fight off the part of her mind that was trying to break down her will to resist. Give in. Catherine did, so why shouldn’t you? Being a knight is so hard, it would be so much simpler to let this man think for you. You know you want it.”

Despite her best attempts, Shamir’s mind kept growing hazier. Shamir fought so hard, but it was growing too difficult to endure the crest’s temptation. Like a dam breaking, Shamir’s struggles ceased and she let out a long sigh, indicating her submission to the crest’s power.

Catherine, feeling this change in her friend, smiled and let go of Shamir. Shamir’s arms fell to her sides, all she could do was stare at Kostas’ throbbing cock. “That’s right, Shamir. Give in to our new master. He’ll give us both so much pleasure.”

Catherine guided Shamir’s hand to rest on Kostas’ cock and started to stroke it up and down together. Shamir was panting, as a rush of excitement and heat started to consume her mind. No longer fighting back, Shamir began to fall into these new sensations. Catherine let go of Shamir’s hands; Shamir no longer needed her friend’s assistance, quickly becoming adept at stroking Kostas’ cock.

“Ooohhhh fuck.” Kostas threw his head back in the pleasure Shamir was giving him. “I should have expected you would be good at this, you have a lot of experience with lances, don’t you?” Kostas let out a bellowing laugh, amused at having easily broken down another strong warrior into a submissive slut. “Let’s get right to it then!” Kostas grabbed Shamir by her hair and shoved his cock in her mouth.

“MMMGHHM!!!!” Shamir was caught off guard but quickly grew accustomed to her new position. The crest’s influence kept growing, making Shamir’s moans grow louder and louder. Kostas ran his hand through her short hair, causing Shamir to look up at him. The archer, who was usually calm and collected, was now taken over by her lust. Her normal suppressed features were now replaced with an intense horniness.

“You’re going to enjoy this! Catherine, kneel next to our new ****.” Catherine didn’t hesitate. She knelt down next to her friend, blushing and smiling up at her master, eagerly awaiting what would come next. Kostas pulled Shamir off his cock. Shamir looked flushed and unsatisfied, clearly wanting to continue. Kostas blew his load, most of it landing on Shamir and Catherine’s face and hair. Shamir was filled with happiness and pleasure, looking up at Kostas with a wide grin, eager for more.

Resting his hand on her cheek, Kostas ran his thumb across the archer’s lips and pushed it between her lips. Shamir sucked his thumb while moaning in pleasure and looked up warmly at Kostas. “You look good with my cum on your face.” Kostas smiled, suddenly forming an idea in his mind.

He looked at his two beautiful slaves and said, “You two are so close with each other. How ‘bout you show me just how close? Lick my cum off of each other, give me a show.”

Shamir and Catherine looked at each other lovingly, only wanting to please Kostas. Shamir and Catherine hungrily licked each other’s faces, yearning to get more of a taste of Kostas’ cum. Very soon, the two were kissing passionately, their tongues wrapping around each other. Their hot moans making Kostas’ cock rock hard once again, despite just shooting his load. The power of his crest was growing stronger, having a clear effect on the minds of his two slaves. Even though the tattoo hadn’t formed yet, Shamir was completely lost to the crest’s influence, making out with her closest friend without question.

Shamir and Catherine had taken off their clothes and were now lying on the ground, kissing in passion and roaming their hands across each other’s bodies. Shamir pulled her lips from Catherine’s and said, “I feel so hot. Thank you for sharing this with me.” Catherine smiled and replied, “I knew you had it in you. You just needed a little persuasion.” Catherine rubbed Shamir’s pussy, causing an audible gasp to come out of the archer's mouth.

Tired of watching, Kostas walked over and pulled the two off each other, laying them down side by side. The two knights were panting, but their night wasn’t over yet. “Wow, you two are really something. I can’t wait for what we do next with that professor. But for now…I want to test out that pussy.”

Crouching on his knees, Kostas pulled Shamir roughly onto his cock. Shamir cried out, unable to process the intense pleasure she was feeling. Kostas grabbed at Shamir’s breasts, getting a good feel of the archer’s amazing body. “Your breasts are incredible! The second I saw them at my initiation, I knew I had to get a feel for myself.” Kostas pinched Shamir’s nipples, making her let out another audible gasp. At the same time, Catherine roamed her hands across the rest of Shamir’s body, squeezing her tight ass and leaving a trail of kisses across her neck. Shamir was in a world of her own, drowning in the never-ending pleasure.

Kostas, recognizing his new slaves’ needs, roughly met his lips with hers. Shamir responded immediately and began to intertwine her tongue with Kostas’. Just a little while ago, Shamir saw Kostas as an ugly, repugnant bandit, but now, she was happily making out with her new master.

Kostas couldn’t help but laugh at the situation he found himself in. “I win!” Kostas shouted. “You are now nothing more than my willing ****! You’re just another bitch in heat along with your friend! You understand?!”

Shamir’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Her mind was breaking, but she was able to let out, “Yesss. You are my master, and you will fuck me. Nothing would make me happier than to please you.” Now that Shamir said it aloud, it was an undeniable fact, there was no going back. Shamir smiled adoringly at her new master.

Kostas couldn’t help grinning. “Fantastic! Now take my cum like a good ****!” For the second time, Kostas came, filling the once respectable archer with his seed. Shamir’s expression was one of pure bliss. Shamir’s tattoo glowed brightly as it formed above her pussy. The old Shamir was no longer and only a submissive **** remained.

Kostas pulled his cock out of the archer and looked satisfyingly at his newest ****. Clearly, Kostas’ crest was having an effect on his body since this was the fourth time that night he had cummed and in such large amounts. Even though Kostas was always proud of his stamina, the crest seemingly granted him immeasurable limits for what his body could take. Of course, Kostas was too busy having so much fun to notice.

In fact, at the moment, Shamir and Catherine resumed making out, their bodies tangled together. Their hands were rubbing each other’s pussy while their tattoos continuing to glow brightly. It was a beautiful sight, amplified by their moans echoing throughout the room.

Kostas smiled, his mind going over the countless possibilities about how to advance his takeover of the monastery. But for now, the night still wasn’t over, as Kostas simply wished to continue with his two lovely slaves.

(I hope you enjoyed, currently working on the next chapter! Hope you look forward to it!)