Knights of the Holy Mother – 8 [❤️❤️]

The medics were surprised by how quickly you healed. They told you that it’s because you have a high affinity for holy magic. You think it’s because Miss Lynette came by a few times. She’s so nice; she spent some of her precious holy energies to heal you.

Thanks to her, you’re in perfect shape!

As you get closer to the mountain, the airships have to stop more often to purge the demon battalions they encounter. Each battle is bloodier than the last, the demons fighting tooth and claw to deal as much damage as they could to the blessed warriors. They fall short, corrupted flesh easily torn apart by holy weapons and magic.

The Holy Knights could easily tear through the hundred-strong hordes…but there’s no end to them. The airships had to stop for the fifth time today to deal with another battalion. There haven’t been any deaths yet, but exhaustion and injuries are piling up.

It’s all hands on deck. Instead of sending just the knights to purge the demons in a tide of righteous fury, everyone is putting in their all to help. The airship engineers, the cooks, the navigators, and the scribes send their prayers to the knights to empower their artifacts. Squires and anyone else willing to fight are sent to join the knights in battle.

Even so, the Holy Knight forces are being worn down. Very few people have gone into every battle.

You, Cho Zenwan, are among them. Blade Valorum, Squire Zellah, and Squire April fought by your side for every one of the last five battles.

The last one was crazy: three identical demons fought you and the two squires to a standstill, only for them to fuse together into a horrible, three-headed abomination. It had Zellah pinned under its leg and threw April so hard she skipped twice across a nearby lake and slammed into the rocky shore. You jumped in and sliced through two of its three necks.

You weren’t strong enough to finish it off. Thankfully, Blade Valorum was.

She stabbed it through the chest, channeling holy energy throughout its body until it tore apart at the seams. Its guts exploded everywhere. Even Miss Lynette’s smile dimmed when you came back onto the airship. She still insisted on healing you, but you washed up first.

Miss Lynette heals you in the guest quarters, tracing the new scar on your back as your cheeks redden. There’s a loud heel click of someone entering your room, and Miss Lynette’s hand snaps back.

“Heya Cho! How’s my favorite Holy Knight fanboy?”

April is very different when she’s not around her superiors. At first, you thought she was as devout as Miss Lynette. Her pretty face, silky pink twintails, and soft features make her seem like the picture of innocence. When it’s only a few squires around, she relaxes enough that she gets out of ‘business mode’ and back to her true, mischievous self. She still treats Miss Lynette very delicately, but since you came here she’s opened up some more around the Saintess candidate.

April beams and places a wicker basket on the table next to your bed. She opens it to reveal a series of colorful vials.

Potions? There must be over fifty of them! How much did this cost her?

“A friend of mine in Hacksonville has an in with some alchemists, so I got this stuff for cheap.” She sits next to you on the bed and grins playfully at you both. “I was going to offer you a healing potion, buuuuuuut it looks like our dear Saintess is already on top of things.”

“The Lord may be far away, but his love for his flock never diminishes.” Lynette says a bit quickly.

“The love must be very strong for Cho.” April’s eyes linger on your body. “How are you holding up, anyways? I saw you stare down that…thing. I was scared that you were a goner!”

You were scared. Terrified. You cut two heads off, but your sword didn’t have enough force to go through the third. When you close your eyes, the monster’s fiery glare burns into your very core.

You don’t want to worry Lynette and April more than necessary. You need to be a hero.

And heroes don’t get scared.

“Psh, no!” You rub the back of your head and force out a laugh. “I knew I’d get out.”

For some reason, your words don’t comfort April. Tears bead at the corner of her eyes, and faster than you could react, she wraps you in a hug. Lynette gasps. April’s still wearing her armor, so she’s squeezing your head against her breastplate as she rubs your hair gently.

“Ssh-ssh-sssshhhhhhh…it’s okay. It’s okay to cry.” April rocks back and forth.

“S-s-squire April!” Lynette stammers. “That’s i-i-incredibly unprofessional! Let him…go?”

Lynette’s word die off. Because, even though you tried so hard to keep it in, your tears come out. You never had time to cry. For the family you lost, for the town you were raised in, for all the death, and blood, and horror. Your spirits were raised when you joined the Holy Knights, but after this battle you were hanging by a thread.

You almost died. If Blade Valorum was a second slower…

“Everything is going to be alright.” April coos. “You made it this far. It’s okay to take a moment and let it out.”

Trembling sobs escape your body, Lynette’s gentle hand placing itself on your back. For a few minutes, you let your emotions out in April and Lynette’s embrace.

Someone clears their throat.

You pull away from April and wipe your tears away.

“Am I interrupting something?”  Zellah’s leaning on the door.

Zellah. April’s fierce battle partner. You’d say rival, but she is competitive enough to be everyone’s rival. If Lynette were a delicate white tulip and April a flamboyant pink rose, Zellah would be the one of those stubborn yet beautiful weeds. Where April darts blows quickly and sneakily, Zellah cleaves through power and technique.

The more muscular of the deadly duo levels her gaze on her partner.

“Squire April!” Lynette blurts out. “Is tending to Cho’s wounds, ones that I missed. His spiritual ones.”

She says the last part wistfully. April gives her a thumbs up. Zellah’s eyebrow raises higher.

“Where is Mister Zenwan’s shirt.” Valorum’s authoritative tone looms from the doorway.

You cover up your bare chest. You’re not sure why, but at this point you’re the only guy in a room full of women.

“I was healing his body!” Lynette jumps up.

“I tended to his spirit, y’know?” April waves.

Blade Valorum stares pointedly at Zellah.

“I guess I was here as moral support?”

“…So be it. I was letting you know that we discovered what left the scores of burnt forest.”

In the past two days of flying, you’d come across several portions burned landscape. As if by a terrible weapon, perhaps even a dragon. The last one was still warm. Whatever was making those burns could be a terrible enemy.

“We’ve confirmed it wasn’t demonic, but solar.”

“Solar Knights.” Zellah’s eyes widen.

Those are incredibly rare. Since the Sun Empyrean’s seclusion, their ranks were staffed by the most devoted…and the most ancient. Their signature solar barrage weapon wouldn’t be used without good reason. Last you heard, there were only seven Blades and one Master. Of their fourteen ships, eight are in service. And of those, four in Prillia at a time.

In the Paragon Tabletop Wargame (trademarked), a Solar Knight ship is worth 500 points, but their Blades are worth 750 each! It’s crazy that they’re so overpowered…

“At least one Solar Knight ship has come through here.” Valorum nods. “They appear to be going to Weeping Mountain as well. The fact they left so many demons in their wake…”

“They were in a hurry, then?” You quickly put on your shirt.

“For good cause, I suspect. I tried to convince the other two Blades that we should follow them to lend our assistance against whatever threat is building at Weeping Mountain, but I was soundly outvoted.” Valorum, the picture of strict adherence to the code, surprises you by spitting out a curse. “Filbillifi’rythmylneru’m’nethlym…Neither of them have been in any of the last battles. The foul demons are getting stronger the more we approach the mountain.”

You don’t know much elvish, but that last one sounded nasty. She lets out a deep sigh.

“Never mind. They will soon experience my worries first-hand. With the fighting we did, we are due our rest. Speaking of, I am surprised to see you unscathed after the last blow, April. I detected no holy energy from you. What magic did you use?”

April’s smile freezes. She pauses for a moment, and Zellah leans in.

“That’s actually what I wanted to ask.”

“I thought you were here for moral support?” It’s Valorum’s turn to raise her eyebrow.

Her arched eyebrow is far more threatening than Zellah’s.

“I was working up to it…”

April lets out a wry breath.

“I’m not sure if it’s magic…I met a strange man once. He wore glasses, always had half his shirt tucked in. Anyways, he taught me a cool trick. He called it ‘Nen.’” April stands up and gets into a pose. “By covering my body in a thin layer of something called aura, I can defend against attacks!”

“Show me.” Valorum seems interested.

“My master was clear: I’m not supposed to teach anyone else this…” April’s smile falters as Valorim’s eyebrow raises higher. “…But I guess it would be an honor to teach a Blade something new.”

She doesn’t want to see that eyebrow go to the highest point either. April sets her feet apart and flexes her arms at her sides.

Holy Knight squires are only worth about 3 points in the tabletop game, compared to most Orders' squires hovering around 5. They're supposed to prepare their bodies for Holy power should they become knights, so they're encouraged to have minimal influence from other forms of magic and focus on honing their skills. Most squires never actually become knights, though. And with the troubles you've gone through, you doubt silvered weapons and training will be enough to save most. April must be nervous because she's not technically supposed to use magic to augment her abilities.

“Um, O-osu!”

April’s eyes dart in every direction and an invigorating energy begins to emanate from her body. Valorum walks forward, inspecting a sweating April from a variety of angles, and nods. You watch them like a hawk, memorizing the flow of April’s energy.

SLAM!

April’s eyes widen and she falls to her knees. Blade Valorum punched her in the gut! What the heck? You knew Holy Knight training could be intense…but not this intense! Blade Valorum helps a paler April to her feet and pats her on the shoulder.

If April had let herself be thrown back, she would have taken less damage. Though she may have made a hole in the wall behind her.

“That punch was about forty percent of my power.” A tiny smile peeks at the corner of her mouth. “Well done, Squire April. As for this ‘nen’, it appears to be a variation of body magic. I suspect your master was a hedge wizard.”

You thought hedge wizards were a part of ancient history! They used to be spread across Prillia, hundreds of little communities dedicated to studying magic. They faded away once big colleges like Camelot University were founded and the study of magic became more centralized. Apparently, there are still a few hedge wizards wandering around, rediscovering already-established magic.

“Neat…” April tries to catch her breath. “Very…cool…Blade…Valorum.”

“Technically I should admonish you for 'sullying the purity of our purpose.' Squires are not supposed to use alternatives to Holy magic.” The Blade’s eyes narrow. “But these are desperate times. Keep at it. Regular use of body strengthening magic improves durability. Rest for now, Squire. You’ve earned it.”

“Th-thanks.” April grabs the potion basket and leaves, rubbing her aching stomach.

Blade Valorum and Zellah watch her leave with mixed expressions.

“I feel like she’s hiding something.” Zellah crosses her arms.

“I’m well aware.” Valorum says curtly. “Squire April is tired; she has less energy to maintain her veneer of professionalism. I sometimes wish she was as open as you.” The Blade gives her the side-eye. “Or that you were as empathetic as her.”

Zellah seethes quietly, but you’re more interested in the magic April showed off. You get to your feet and get into position. The fight against evil is one of a thousand disciplines. Holy magic is undeniably the fastest and easiest, and you can personally confirm that enchanted weapons and armor are another reliable method.

The body strengthening art April showed could be a useful tool in your arsenal. You take a deep breath and pull at the magic within yourself, not to activate your sword, but to empower your body. You pull from the deepest part of your lungs to belt out the verbal compnents of the magic.

“Um-Oh-Osu!”

Your energy spikes, vital power rushing throughout your entire body. Zellah and Lynette step back in awe and Blade Valorum’s eyes widen.

You figured it out. Neat!

“You're a quick learner.” The Blade rubs her chin. “Though I’d recommend not relying on it too much. It may be the reason why April has such difficulty harnessing holy energy, despite her best efforts.”

Zellah recomposes herself and frowns. She’s thinking about something. Weirdly, she doesn’t stick around to try it for herself. Maybe she’s going after April for more information? You’d feel bad if—

OOF!

You crumple to the ground, Valorum’s empowered fist glowing with pure magic. Your vision blurs in pain as Valroum mutters to herself.

“Sixty percent. Very impressive.”

Did you hear that right? A Blade of the Holy Knights found you very impressive! So…cool…

You pass out with a grin.

That was terrifying. You thought for sure you were a goner. You’re already tired from the constant demon-slaying, but then you had to come up with an excuse on the fly on how you survived the fused demon’s attack.

And then show the fake technique to Blade Valorum.

You are April, and you’re exhaaaauuusted. You unlatch the pieces of armor and let them drop off your body, leaving you in your undershirt, skirt, and stockings.

Turning DESIRE into pure mana and weaving it through your body was tough. Not nearly as tough as when Valorum punched you in the gut, but still. And you were having such a nice moment with Cho and Lynette!

Gosh, you ship them. They’re so clueless, so innocent, so full of emotion!

Watching them get closer makes you so hard.

You drop the basket full of potions next to your cot and collapse in the bedding. New Year gave it to you as a gift when you dropped off the demon corpse. The potions were made with a lot of care and of so few demonic ingredients that it could pass for normal potions. Healing potions, invigoration potions, buffing potions…nothing suspicious. The only reason you can keep going is because of the contents in the basket’s hidden compartment.

A big ol’ bag of cum.

You’re about to open the latch and guzzle down a meal when the door opens. You turn your sore body around and smile weakly at Zellah. She’s about to say something, but she notices the nasty bruise in your midsection.

“Pretty bad, huh?” Maybe you can get Zellah to rub some healing potion on your stomach.

Or get the jizz and spread it all over your body as she kisses your every—

You need a cold shower. Those have been surprisingly effective. You hafta jailbreak the enchantments on the shower to get it cold enough, though.

Zellah grinds her teeth, a mixture of stubbornness, envy, and drive roiling inside her. You grin and flip your twintails back over your shoulders. Zellah is pretty, but she’s nowhere near as cute as you. She’s exactly the kind of girl who’d peg you, ride you for whatever you have left, then  settle down for a nice cuddle.

You sigh. If only May was here.

“How did you do that?”

“What, nen? I just showed you!” You sit up and wince. “I’m exhausted, anyways. Do you hafta learn it now?”

“I need to learn it. I spent my childhood in the wilderness with only my sensei, learning to master the sword. I’ve strapped rocks to my limbs, climbed cliffs, and swung my sword for hours under waterfalls.” She gets close, so close that her face is inches from yours. “I’ve trained my body to its limits and I can’t seem to get better. I thought the only way to break my limits was use the potions they give Arcanoknights. Until you showed that strengthening magic.”

She’s so close…Wait, no.

Stop, stop, stop, stop! You can’t get hard right now, you’re laying down! Ignore that sweet smile, those defined arms, her beautiful eyes, her training-crazy grin. You casually cross your legs, sealing your erection behind your toned thighs.

“You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”

“What do you think?” The battle maniac’s smile grows with her conviction.

“And if I close my eyes and fall asleep?”

“Then I’ll wait over you until you wake up.”

So much for recharging. And if she stays here for the next couple hours, you’ll be burning DESIRE the whole time to maintain your transformation. Although…there is one way.

It’s too risky to seduce someone on the airship. Aside from the light tan you're sporting, there’s a small benefit to constantly being microwaved by holy energies: demonic taint fizzles into nothing super quick. That’s why your pheromones are useless here, even in small spaces. If you can get a few minutes for yourself, you can recharge just enough energy to satisfy the leering meathead looming over you.

“Fine…but you’ll hafta let me shower first. I’m sticky with sweat and grime.”

“That works. I’ll go with you. We’re both girls, after all.”

What? That’s your line!

You open your mouth to say something. Her face is flush with the need to learn a new technique, an obsession nearly as potent as DESIRE pulling her closer to you. There’s nothing you can say to deny her. You manage to hide your stiffy as you head to the changing rooms, Zellah following close behind.

You may have a slightly tired expression, but inside you’re panicking. Especially when you get to the showers and find a line. The chattering girls fall silent when you join them. It’s not often the two top-ranking squires shower with the others. Mostly because you make a point to shower alone and Zellah...she barely showers in general. You keep quiet as the line progresses, and eventually the squires begin chattering among each other again.

There’s an undercurrent of fear in the air, one that fades the more the squires talk. They gossip about the knights, about the three Blades leading the expedition, who the cutest boy squires are…

General consensus is Arrow, from Hacksonville. The archer has a lot of potential, you should spend some time with him and—noooooo, bad April! You squirm uncomfortably when you get to the lockers, taking your time to cover yourself in a towel before you take off your armor. You manage to slip out of armor while keeping your towel around you when…

“Well, well, well. Look who deigns to join us?” A pinched voice calls out from behind you.

You almost drop your towel! You turn around, face burning.

“Hi Lusha.” Jealousy rolls off the elf in waves and you can’t help but give her a cheeky smile. “How are things?”

“Squires capable of healing are in high demand. I’ve been working myself to the bone while you’ve been riding Blade Valorum’s coattails.”

You’d probably feel a bit burned from the nepo-baby’s comments…if you didn’t have such fond memories of corrupting her patron, Silverblood, into a cockstarved slut. Goodness, the bukkake you gave her—Wow, you are pent up. You squeeze your thighs tighter on your dick, but it makes it look like you’re shying away from Lusha. Before she could feel good about herself, the locker next to you slams shut.

“Big words for someone who isn’t pulling her weight. I’ve seen your squad scores.” Zellah scoffs. “You got what, twelve kills on your last expedition? Those are rookie numbers.”

Without your heels, Zellah stands a few inches taller than you. That’s not what you notice, though. She released the bindings around her breasts and lets out a heavy breath as her knockers spill out, dwarfing Lusha’s proud bust by several sizes. The nearby squires whisper to each other in awe of her mighty bounty, and you’re kicking yourself for not realizing what she was packing sooner.

The tomboy’s assets divert Lusha’s jealousy away from you.

“Don’t pretend Valorum isn’t letting you claim some kills!” Lusha huffs.

“They can do that?” Zellah throws her towel over her shoulder, showing off her scars and muscles proudly. “Eh, I wouldn’t know.”

You avert your eyes from the red bramble of her untamed crotch. The carpet does match the drapes! Fuck, your cock is throbbing with DESIRE, and you’re still surrounded by a bunch of attractive squires in different states of undress. You scamper off to the showers as they argue, rod straining against your tight towel.

You get to a free shower and close the curtain behind you, thankful for mortal modesty for the first time in your life. The towel is thrown over the partition and you stare at your twitching member.

You’re so fucking horny.

You stroke yourself, biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning. You can still picture Zellah’s toned body, her perfect tits, her feral grin. Your precum coats your cock and you twist the knob on the shower to drown out the wet slapping of your jacking off.

Not enough to drown out Zellah and Lusha’s argument.

“What’s the deal with all your scars anyways? They have to be fake.”

“Hah! You can try to rub them off as much as you want, they’re the real deal.”

Unf~

Lusha is groping Zellah now? You lean against the wall and groan, jerking off even faster. Lusha’s delicate hands running over Zellah’s wild body, hands dancing lower, past her abs and into the wild red brush. Zellah’s domineering grin, her rough hands pushing the elf’s head into her crotch.

You pause and take a breath, your DESIRE steadily filling your reserves. You can’t cum just yet, you need more! You calm yourself and slowly lather your cock in soap.

“And your breasts?!” Lusha snarls. “Did you get cursed by a witch or something? They’d only get in the way, I should rip them off!”

There are several slaps and gasps erupt from the squires.

“Hey! No boob slapping!”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

Your cock is covered in frothy bubbles at this point. You flick your erect nipples and gasp with every up and down motion, your dick threatening to erupt any second. Picturing Lusha sucking you off as Zellah penetrates your boipussy is bringing you so close. Preferably while a jizz-slathered Silverbrood watches.

“Hahaha! Chokehold! Now that the tables are turned…”

“No, owowowow! No titty twisting!”

Haaa~ Haaa~

They could find you. They could simply sweep open the curtain and find you jerking off. They'd see you with your fat fucking cock on your slim body and recognize you as a perverted femboy. The thought crystalizes and pushes you closer to the edge.

Your DESIRE mounts and you slide down to the ground, jerking off faster. You aim your cock towards your face and open your mouth, eyes crossing as you finally orgasm and shoot several thick loads into your face. Your cum splatters into your mouth in a massive self-facial and you lick your face clean before the jizz sizzles away from the ambient holy energy. You pant raggedly, allowing yourself a moment to bask in the afterglow before finishing your shower.

After you’re done washing, you wrap yourself up tightly and join the crowd of squires watching the two naked squires wrestle. This time, you were prepared! You tied your cock to your thigh with both of your hairbands, so you erection doesn’t need your constant management.

Zellah turns around, her boobs mashed around Lusha’s head as she keep her in a chokehold. The hairbands strain.

“Oh, you’re done?”

“Yeah. I had an invigorating shower.” You squeeze water from your hair and your towel slips down erotically, the squires catching a glimpse of a perky pink nipple. “Hurry up, I’m exhausted. I’ll teach you nen and go to bed.”

“Awesome!” Zellah drops the wheezing healer and sprints to a shower.

Ha. Too easy. Once she’s done, you’ll give her the basics of what you know, and chug down some bagged jizz. You side sit on a bench and mentally go over what you’ll teach. It has to be accurate, but also worldly in an obtuse way that implies a deeper system. Hmmm…You saw how Cho did it, you just have to ‘translate’ it for someone who doesn’t know how to move their magic on their own.

“Um, April?” One of the squires, goaded by the others approaches. “Is ‘nen’ special technique Blade Valorum taught you?”

You might as well practice, right?

“Zellah, I’m going to give some pointers!” You call out.

“Graaah! Waaaaaait!” Her sense of urgency and curiosity makes you giggle.

Tomboys are so fun to tease.