97. Northengard last night

Sofia didn't want to watch.

It was a phrase she repeated to herself many, many times.

But the voice. The moans. It leaked from the room, and Kiara was a woman in tremendous pleasure. Her noble voice was transformed into something else. Something so primal and so filled with desire that Sofia couldn't help but sweat.

Just the faintest whisper of that moan made her step closer to the walls.

She told herself she didn't want to watch. But after days, she hated that her body wanted to. There was a craving inside her.

So, she peeked. The door somehow swung open, and she fell in.

"Glad you could join us." Count Edmund Natar stood naked, his manhood right in front of her face. At this distance, she could make out the strong, musky stench of that thing. It had clearly had its fun with Kiara's deepest holes, and now it wanted something else. "I'm leaving after today, Commander Sofia."

Sofia blinked, as Count Edmund approached her. He held her wrist, and pulled her up. She didn't know why, but she lacked the strength to resist. Easily, she was pulled into the middle of the room, and then, he placed her right next to Kiara.

Her eyes met with Kiara's eyes, and at that moment, she looked for the proper, incredibly talented knight in Kiara's glazed eyes. Sofia couldn't find it. "Kiara?"

Kiara smiled at her, with a kind of primal joy in her face. Kiara's fingers moved to touch Sofia's face. "Sofia, you are here to watch too?"

Sofia panicked. "Kiara, don't do this."

"Do what?" Kiara said, as Edmund lifted Kiara's legs and opened it wide. " Ummmfffph." She moaned as Edmund's dragon found itself digging into Kiara's hole.

"This, Kiara. You're a heroine. You're better than this." Sofia insisted, but she saw nothing in Kiara's eyes. Kiara moaned, and she touched the soldier's face some more.

"I'm not, Sofia." Kiara said with a smile. "This is good to me. This is what I want, Sofia. You don't know it because you haven't tried it."

Sofia looked troubled, and fell for the trap. "Will you let her go, Count Edmund?"

"Why? She's mine."

"You don't have to." Kiara insisted as she pulled Sofia back to the bed. "I can take this. This is my burden, this is my price. I want this. I enjoy this."

"You don't." Sofia repeated, but the look on Kiara's face was all the signs she needed to know that Kiara was not listening to her. She tried to appeal to the Count's honor. "Count Edmund, be an honorable man and let her go."

Edmund laughed as he ploughed the knight's innards. She moaned in pleasure as Sofia watched with a mix of horror and pleasure. "I, Count Edmund Natar, have never been an honorable man! I am a man of deals and trades. A man of acquisitions and disposals. A man who deals in transactions of money, and transactions of the flesh! If you want some, Commander Sofia, there must be a price to be paid."

Sofia frowned. "What is your price?"

"A body for a body." Edmund countered. "A heroine for a heroine."

Sofia realized at that moment that Edmund referred to her. She wasn't going to accept that. She knew it was a trap. "No."

"Smart. Then all you can do is watch."

"And if I raise my sword against you?" Sofia threatened, but she didn't sound threatening. Not when she was dressed in sleeping clothes and her face was all sweaty.

"Do you believe the King will tolerate a hero party that removes the nobility? What if the hero party turns their sword at the King?" Count Edmund Natar said. "Do you know what separates us from demons, Sofia?"

Sofia blinked, surprised. The way Edmund railed the knight and the seriousness of Edmund's questions made it hard for the Commander to even process if it was a serious question. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. It is our ability to make deals and stick to them! Even when we made bad deals, we still honor them. Demons are brutes. There is no peace when everything is all about force." Of course, that wasn't true. As far as Edmund remembered, demons were quite good at making deals, though they were just as good at breaking them. Contracts are only useful for demons when it benefited them.

It was surprisingly human, but Sofia didn't need to know it.

"See. Kiara made a deal, and now she is fulfilling her part of the bargain."

Kiara smiled in raw, primal bliss. She was flushed and pumped with pleasure that her body trembled at the slightest of stimulation. Sofia sat on the bed and looked at Kiara with emotions she didn't know how to process. She wanted to help, but there was something so sexy about how Kiara looked. Sofia saw that visceral pleasure in Kiara's eyes, and felt jealous. Her body was hot, her nether regions were also wet.

Even if Sofia spoke words of resistance and defiance, the very act of witnessing carnal intercourse made her entire body crave them.

"This is a terrible deal. You should renegotiate." Sofia said to Kiara.

"It doesn't seem terrible to her." Edmund laughed, as he unloaded into her. Then, he pulled it out of her cave. It was still hard, it stood tall like a pole covered in fluids. Kiara panted and closed her eyes. She was lost in that moment, absorbed in the warm afterglow of ejaculation

Sofia stared. "You're a monster."

"A monster in bed." Edmund said. "I worked hard for this, you should at least recognize the effort, Commander."

Sofia shook her head. Her mind was still resisting, but her eyes stared at the throbbing pole. It moved, and it taunted her. "I'll cut that off." She said, with a brave face.

"Oh?" Edmund laughed, as he walked over to her side of the bed. "You don't even dare to touch it, and you say you can cut it off?"

Sofia's face paled when he approached, his nether parts so close to her face that the scent slammed into her nose. It was so close.

"See? You can't even touch it." The Count said. "You're a commander. A fighter. Your men respect you, so they've never did anything like this. Because when you are in armor and holding a sword, you are a true warrior."

The compliments surprised the soldier. She blinked, and the pole was right in front of her.

"But without them, it seems you've lost your courage. Is just some human muscle, meat and blood scary to you?"

Sofia couldn't stand the provocation. "You-"

"Then touch it. Stroke it and give it a feel." Edmund teased. "After all, Kiara did say you don't understand what it's like. Maybe once you do, you'll be able to understand her."

The soldier looked at Edmund in the eye, and he could feel her body burn in heat. Still, in a moment of mind over matter, she resisted. "I'm leaving. I'm leaving." She stood, and pushed the Count's dragon aside with her hand.

Then she stomped off, walked back into her room, and slammed the door.

Edmund smiled. "Impressive willpower, Commander Sofia."

But that brush was sufficient. She must've felt a jolt of pleasure through her body, because even though Sofia did in fact resist temptation, once she was in the safety of her own room, she caved.

She pleasured herself to sleep that night.