Knight of the Lewd Cross

The church of Montignue Bay

Alice fidgeted in place, curling her crimson locks frantically between her gloved and bejewelled fingers. She ducked forward slightly, intimately aware of her tunic receding up her back, to peek through the flimsy purple curtain.Twin blue eyes parted their way into the walkway. Her luscious red hair drastically contrasting the dark tones of the curtain. Row upon row of noblemen and noblewomen sat in the pews with their backs to her, their eyes facing toward the cardinal as he delivered his ministry in preparation for the knighting ceremony. It Should have been a happy time for Alice, to finally be cemented officially as a Knight of the Cross after her successful defense of a small town against a small incursion of demons, but she couldn’t overcome her embarrassment over her recent “change in uniform.”

Alice receded back into her place behind the curtain, putting her unprofessional peeking to the back of her mind, she returned to the mentally daunting task of preparing herself for her knighting. She glanced down. Her enchanted tunic was a beautiful bright red with a bleach white circle placed over her bosom elegantly framing the holy cross as well as the feminine assets underneath. The durable cloth would normally be able to weather the harshest storms, but with the enchantment, it could resist the strongest of strikes with hardened steel as if they were the gentlest of breezes. For Alice however this enchanted tunic would be more than a surprisingly durable fashion statement because this brightly colored cloth was all she had guarding her “modesty” at the moment.

It was tradition to wear all of one's knightly armor during the ceremony and it was a tradition Alice had no will of breaking this day no matter how embarrassing it would be for her today. Of course, Alice hadn’t made this commitment will standing almost completely naked just outside the aisle with tell over a hundred very important nobleman ready to watch her saunter down and kneel before a holy man. Needless to say she was suddenly feeling very embarrassed about the principle as a gentle breeze brushed against her though the curtain thanks to a sudden entry at the door, swaying the flimsy cloth from her loin and briefly bearing her shaved crotch to no one but herself. Rapidly pulling her tunic back into place, Alice thought about how she got herself into this mess.

The skirmish at Halfaxe

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and sex, cries of orgasmic bliss competed with the sound of hard steel clashing against demonic claw. Naked women all around her screamed and begged to be fucked by her fellow soldiers or the demons who had ransacked their village and feasted on any man foolish enough to try anything but run for their lives. A once quaint village in the inner country torn asunder into depravity and madness by a freak incursion from hell itself, a worryingly common phenomenon as of late. The battle was intense but predictable, the majority of the demon menace was more concerned fucking the brain dead army of village sluts they made than the literal army slashing their comrades to bit’s, the periodic fits of actual resistance by bands of demons usual display shocking strength and great magical power were nonetheless outnumbered and outmaneuvered. Alice was their, still but a humble squire under the tutelage of her uncle, battling alongside him against the “army” of hell but mostly against the constant ridicule of her fellow knights. Insult after insult even through the waves of sticky imp .

“You’re just a stupid noble girl playing at knighthood.”

“Demonic battlefields are a perfect place to lose sheltered whores like you who think they know what knighthood is about.”

But Alice Steadied herself she remained focused on her task knowing this mission would be her key to knighthood weather her compatriots liked it or not, the realm needed soldiers not semantics.

“Alice!” her uncle called “go to the windmill on the hill, we have the demons hear under control but someone must go to check for survivors.”

“Were surrounded by survivors, uncle, just look here!” Alice screamed as she speared her longsword forward straight into the back of an imp, busily fucking a buxom wench beneath him.

“You know what I mean soldier.”

“I want to show these men what i can do, what you trained me to do!”

“There is more to knighthood than fighting, Alice, i thought i taught you that.”

“Fine!”

Alice briefly heard snickering behind her before she started running but it was quickly drowned out by the rustling of her chain mail and the loud clank of her feet. The hill was heavily forested but the plain stone structure at the top was still clearly visible rising up above the trees, the giant fan still slowly spinning despite the chaos below. Alice sheathed her sword but rested her hand on the handle just in case an imp with a brain attempted to ambush her from the trees and began a full dogged sprint up the shade ridden path toward the windmill.

The clashing sound of steel and claw gently faded to the sound of heavy breathing as Alice ran, she resented the sound, but more evidence than she didn’t learn to count by doing push ups like the lesser noblemen fighting down there, that she was just a stupid noble girl with a new whimsical dream. She threw her head from side to side briefly scanning the treeline occasionally eating some of her red ponytail as it flung itself into her face each time she would fix it only for it to fly right back into her just seconds later. As she came up onto the simple wooden door panting like a dog and sweating like a pig Alice didn’t even bother to slow down, only sparing minimal effort to turn the knob before slamming shoulder first the door. Alice honestly didn’t expect to see anybody up here, let alone a woman, let alone a woman who was fully clothed and not screaming for demonic dick, but that's what she saw.

Alice and the strangely sane woman stared at one another briefly, both seemingly amazed to have seen each other, until the unpleasant silence was broken by the stranger.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!” the woman said as she threw herself unto Alice. “You are the first person i’ve seen in a three day’s that hasn’t wanted to fuck me the moment you saw me!”

“Uh, you’re welcome” said alice as the young blonde woman squeezed her tighter, uncomfortably pushing her armor against her boobs.

“I owe you my life, please bind me to your eternal service, it would be an honor to serve my hero.”

“Wait, what!? Why would i want your service.”

“Oh, sorry. I shouldn't have been so presumptuous i am Suzzy the enchantress i could grant your arms and armor powerful effects though at a usually-”

“I accept whole heartedly!” beammed Alice, eyes wide with wonder mind skipping from one ambition to the next. With an enchantress at her beck and call her armor could be lighter and tougher than everyone else, her sword striking true and her coffers overflowing with gold whenever she tired of any piece of ware. Quickly grabbing the maiden by the hand she dragged her new prize down the hill glowing with pride (ignoring the occasional, continuous pleas of the girl behind her).

_“I found a survivor uncle, and she has already sworn herself to my service!” _Screamed Alice through the ruins of the town.

Her uncle turned quickly from his task of herding the cockhungry women toward the town church (and preventing his fellow knights from sampling the depraived goods). “Alice, you can’t just take the surviving peasants from their field’s!”

“I’m not a peasant!” shouted Suzzy as Alice was too busy hyperventilating to talk.

“She..huh..is an..huh enchantress”

“An enchantress? Not sworn to any lord?”

“Uh.. no sir, i wouldn’t back out of my commitments which is why i have sworn myself to serve your niece.”

“Alice” the old man said sternly not turning away from the blonde woman

“What?”

“Her name is Alice”

“Oh..uh.. Thanks, I have pledged to serve Alice” Suzzy mumbled

“For?”

“Ever”

“Forever?”

“I owe her my life, i could not settle for any less, less she demand it”

“No , i’ll take forever!” Alice practically shouted.

The estate of Alice Montignue

The gentle illumination provided by the torch did little to improve visibility around the small room and the ugly brickwork floor only served to remind them that this room was just a basement devoid of purpose, not even granted the honor of storing food or wine. Still it did provide the privacy Suzzy had requested for her enchanting room.

“Alright, Alice will you listen this time!”

“What?” Alice said dumbfounded by the statement staring at suzzy dead eyed with armfuls worth of weapon armor and generally useless shit for Suzzy to enchant.

“I have a secret, a secret i wanted to reveal at the windmill or any other time we were alone for the last month it took us to get here.”

“If it’s you don’t know how to enchant all this shit i’ll kill you now and leave your body to the dogs”

“No, it’s...well i’m a demon.” Suzzy spoke only occasionally stuttering before a great purple mist erupted around her revealing a large breasted, purple skinned, naked succubus with long goat like horns on top of her head.

Alice didn’t bother speaking, she dropped everything she was carrying and immediately went to pick up a sword.

“Wait, I’m still bound to serve you! Don’t kill me know, you’ll be a laughing stock if they find out i was demon all along and you just didn’t know!”

“Why should i trust you!? You lied to me!”

“No i didn’t, i kept trying to tell you!”

“After you were already bond to my service! What about everything else you told me? I bet your real name isn’t even Suzzy!”

“You were the first person i saw in three days who didn’t try to fuck me, i just spent those days in Hell and the first five letters of my name are S U Z Z Y.

….

“well...You’re right, if i kill you now i’d have to admit to actually being tricked into binding a demon to my service… and i don’t want to do that. Provided you can still enchant my gear i’ll let you live so long as no one ever finds out about this.” Alice admitted.

“I can eventually enchant all your gear but only at a cost.”

“Really? More lies?.”

“I tried to tell you! all my magic is based on sex and lust and all my enchantments will follow.”

“Everyone will expect me in enchanted armor for the knighting ceremony tomorrow! So you have to enchant me something to wear.”

“Oh, don’t worry i have enough juice to grant one decent enchantment for your tunic and you likely won’t need much more beyond that.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

The church of Montignue Bay

The church bells flung Alice back into the present moment were she was standing practically naked inside the church fitting room. yes the enchantment made any other armor practically irrelevant but for it to work she needed to be completely naked underneath it. Alice knew it wouldn’t make much sense to attend the Ceremony in full plate with an enchantment that didn’t work only to show in a battle several days from now naked except for the same flimsy cloth, if she was going to use the enchantments she had to make her debut in them today and now.