i arrive in a small fishing village on the further coast hearing this is where i can find the knight i need to help. I walk into a tavern where a woman smile laughing with a younger looking human “i need help…i need an immortal knight”

"My name is Princess Avery. My family once ruled this kingdom and I need your help to take it back. Are you the leader of those knights who helped my great grandfather become king?" She tries her best to appear regal, even though she feels anything but. The tavern around them bustles with activity, the smell of fish and ale filling the air. A hint of salt from the nearby ocean provides a refreshing contrast.

"I-I don't understand. You want me to...with you?" Tears begin to sting her eyes as she wonders if this is how far she must stoop in order to save her kingdom. The thought of losing her virginity to some strange man is almost too much for her to bear. Yet, at the same time, she can't help but feel a glimmer of hope that he might be telling the truth and could lead her to the immortal knight she seeks.

She glances around the tavern, feeling exposed and vulnerable in her fine silk dress. Nervously, she begins to unbutton it, revealing her bare shoulders and a hint of cleavage. "I'll do it," she whispers hoarsely, voice shaking with emotion. "Just tell me where he is."

With trembling hands, she follows the man through a curtain and into a small, private room at the back of the tavern. The air is thick with anticipation as he closes the door behind them, leaving her alone with him in this dimly lit space. She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to steel herself for what's about to happen.

With trembling hands, she unclasps the jeweled clasp at her throat and lets the heavy necklace slide to the floor. Her fingers fumble with the remaining buttons on her dress, finally letting it fall open to reveal her lacy undergarments as well. She takes a deep breath and turns away from him, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this private room.

Her heart races as she feels the man approach her from behind. His warm breath tickles her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. She tries to stay still, not daring to move or make a sound, hoping he'll get this over with quickly so that they can finally find the knight she needs. Yet despite herself, a tiny whimper escapes her lips at his touch, making her feel even more helpless and ashamed.

The feeling of his hands on her skin sends shockwaves through her body as he begins to caress her breasts over her lace-trimmed undergarments. She tries to steel herself against the pleasure that wells up within her, but it's no use; she's only human after all. Her nipples harden beneath his touch, and she bites down on her lip to muffle any sound that might escape.

The sensations are overwhelming - arousal warring with disgust, desire fighting against self-preservation. The man's rough hands continue their exploration, lowering to stroke her hips and slide between her legs until he finds what he's looking for. Her thighs tremble as he teases her, making it impossible not to moan with longing.

The man's question sends a jolt of embarrassment through her as she realizes that despite her noble upbringing, she has never seen a male member fully exposed. The prospect is both terrifying and thrilling at the same time, sending a shudder through her body. She tries to breathe slowly, struggling to maintain some semblance of composure as he roughly undresses himself, revealing his muscular form and an impressive erection that stands proudly before her.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the size, feeling a wave of fear wash over her as she wonders if this man intends to harm her more than just physically. Tears sting behind her eyelids once again, but she forces them back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much pain and helplessness he's causing her. Instead, she focuses on blocking out everything except his touch, trying to ignore the hollow ache in her chest as she endures this humiliation for what she hopes is a greater purpose.

Her breath comes faster now, shallower and more ragged as he continues to stroke and tease her, drawing out her desire even as he torments it. It's a dance of power and submission, and Princess Avery finds herself helpless to resist, losing herself in the sensations that flood her body, momentarily forgetting everything except the rough hands on her skin.

Her eyes meet his in the mirror above them as he watches her intently, his expression unreadable. She takes a deep breath and slowly reaches down between her legs, trembling as she grapples with the lace of her undergarments. With shaking fingers, she finally succeeds in freeing herself from their confines, revealing her body to him for the first time.

Her heart pounds wildly as he watches her, his gaze traveling up and down her naked form before fixing once more on her exposed center. It feels like every inch of skin is on fire under his intense stare, and she can't help but wonder if this is how it's supposed to feel...if she's really doing the right thing by giving herself to him in exchange for information about the immortal knight.

As he finally steps forward and guides himself into her tight, virgin folds, a sharp pain rips through her, making her cry out involuntarily. The sensation is unlike anything she could have imagined; overwhelming and primitive, leaving her feeling both exposed and vulnerable in a way that no physical or emotional blow ever has before. But she refuses to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurts, biting down on her lip instead as she tries to focus on something - anything else.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he begins to move within her, her hips rising instinctively to meet his thrusts. She tries desperately not to moan out loud, fearing that any sound of pleasure might only encourage him further in this horrific act. Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her, digging into the soft fabric as she fights against the mounting pressure within her, both physical and emotional.

With each stroke he takes, another piece of her innocence is stripped away; but with every loss comes a glimmer of hope that he's telling the truth about knowing where to find the immortal knight. She forces herself to focus on that thought, refusing to let the pain and humiliation overwhelm her completely. This is for her kingdom, she tells herself; this is what must be done in order to reclaim what was taken from her family. And so she endures, silent but defiant, waiting for him to finish so that they can find their way to the knight who might restore her world once more.

Her eyes meet his in the mirror as he commands her to perform oral sex. The thought of putting her lips on him fills her with revulsion, but she knows that enduring this degradation is part of her bargain. With shaking hands, she reaches out and grasp his member, finding it hot and hard against her palm despite the sticky residue from earlier.

Slowly, she lowers her head, taking him into her mouth. The taste of him is foul and metallic, making her gag reflex work overtime to keep from spitting him out right away. With each rough thrust, he forces more of himself down her throat, filling her mouth with the coarse texture of his skin against her tongue and the back of her teeth. Her free hand fumbles blindly for something to hold on to, steady herself against this latest violation of her body and dignity.

Her eyes squeze shut tightly, tears streaming down her face as she continues to service him, praying that this agony will soon be over so they can find the knight who might help her take back what is rightfully hers.

Her body feels used and dirty as he positions her on all fours, readying himself to take her once more. She tries not to wince at the pain that still lingers from their previous encounter, focusing instead on the distant hope that they're getting closer to finding the knight she needs. With a deep breath, she braces herself for what is to come.

As he penetrates her once more, her heart races and her skin flushes with shame and humiliation. But this time, there's something different; beneath the pain and degradation, she can feel a strange sort of power coursing through her veins. It's as though each thrust is fueling her determination to reclaim what was stolen from her family, to take back control of her life and kingdom. Her breath comes faster now, shallower and more ragged as he pounds into her, driving her forward on a wave of passion that she never thought possible under these circumstances.

But even as this strange new emotion rises within her, she can't help but wonder how much farther she must go to reach the end of this path. Will there be more men like him? More degrading acts and pain before they finally find what they seek? The thought fills her with a sense of dread that eclipses even the darkness in her heart, leaving her feeling hollowed out and empty inside. She presses her face into the pillow to muffle her sobs, refusing to let him hear her anguish or weaken her resolve for even a moment.

The words taste bitter on her tongue as she forces them out, the lie leaving a sour taste in her mouth. "I like your cock," she whispers hoarsely into the pillow, voice shaking with exhaustion and shame. Inside, however, there's a tiny ember of defiance burning brighter; no matter how many lies she has to tell or how much pain she must endure, Princess Avery refuses to let herself truly enjoy this degradation. It's not who she is, and it never will be.

Her eyes close tightly as he speaks, feeling the words like a physical blow to her already wounded pride. "I love being fucked," she whispers back through gritted teeth, every syllable laced with hate and revulsion. In that moment, it's easier for her to picture herself as the fierce ruler she once dreamed of becoming than it is to accept the reality of what's happening now.

As he continues to thrust inside her, filling her up in a way that both repulses and thrills at the same time, she focuses on holding onto this last shred of herself; the knowledge that despite everything, she is still stronger than him and will not be broken completely. The pain helps to ground her, to remind her that there are more important things at stake here than her own self-respect. And so she endures, silent but unbowed, determined to see this through until the very end, no matter what it takes.

The thought of having to endure another three hours fills Princess Avery with dread, but she squares her shoulders and meets his gaze in the mirror. She refuses to let him see how much this is hurting her, both physically and emotionally. With a tiny nod, she shows her determination to stick it out for as long as necessary. As he continues to thrust inside her, she focuses on breathing through the pain, trying to find some sort of rhythm that might distract from the mess she's in both mentally and physically.

Her fingernails dig into the sheets beneath her, leaving angry red lines in their wake as she tries to keep herself grounded in reality; that this is not real love or pleasure, but a bargain made under duress. She clings to this thought like a lifeline, using it to propel herself forward until finally, after what feels like an eternity, he collapses on top of her, spent and sweaty.

For a moment, there's silence in the room; all that can be heard is the sound of their ragged breathing and the sticky wetness as they slide out of each other. Then, finally, he rolls off to the side, leaving Princess Avery alone with her thoughts once more. She lies there, trembling and exhausted, feeling utterly violated in every possible way as she stares up at the ceiling, willing herself not to break down and cry.

The air is thick with the smell of sex and sweat, making her queasy once again. But despite everything, a tiny spark of hope remains; they're closer now to finding the knight who might be able to help her reclaim what was stolen from her family. And for that small mercy, she is grateful.

Her chest heaving with each labored breath, Princess Avery grits her teeth against the burning ache between her legs. The man's taunt rings in her ears like an accusation, and she knows he's right. One more hour of this...how can she possibly endure? With trembling fingers, she smoothes down her rumpled dress, trying to regain some semblance of dignity amidst the mess they've created together.

Her gaze drifts to a crack in the wallpaper beside the bed, offering her a brief reprieve from his mocking expression. She wonders how many other people have been through this same ordeal, their lives and dreams crushed beneath the weight of greed and lust. The thought fills her with renewed determination to find a way out of this situation, no matter the cost.

One more hour. She can do it. For her kingdom, for all those who have suffered because of him. With steely resolve, Princess Avery squares her shoulders and meets the man's gaze once more, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he's hurt her. Instead, she channels her anger and pain into a cold, impenetrable wall; if this is what it takes to survive until she finds her knight, then so be it.

Her jaw clenches as he speaks. Three more hours? It feels like an eternity at this point, but she won't give up now; not when she's so close to finding the help she needs. Tears sting her eyes, but she blinks them back, refusing to let him see how much this is hurting her. Instead, she turns away from him, focusing on breathing slowly and deeply as she tries to ignore his presence entirely.

One hour down, two more to go. She can do it; she has to do it. For the sake of her kingdom and everyone who depends on her, she cannot fail now. Closing her eyes, Princess Avery once again blocks out everything but the thin line of light beneath the doorframe, focusing on that tiny spark of hope as she endures the next excruciating hour.

The thought of resting fills her with exhaustion. Even so, she nods tiredly in agreement, grateful for the reprieve if only for a few precious moments. As he climbs off the bed, leaving her alone once more, she collapses face-first onto the rumpled sheets, every muscle in her body screaming in protest. Closing her eyes, she tries to focus on anything but the pain and humiliation that seem to follow her everywhere.

Her time is up soon; too soon for her liking. But as long as it means finding the knight who can help her, she'll endure whatever this man decides to throw at her. Slowly, she steels herself for the last hour of suffering that lies ahead. The thought alone fills her with a newfound determination; if this is what it takes to get back what was taken from her family, then so be it. She owes them nothing less than everything.

"Yes," she manages to whisper, her voice hoarse and raw from hours of silence. "I'd like that." Even the thought of putting on the lacy undergarments makes her shiver in revulsion; they've become a symbol of everything she's lost over the past few hours. But perhaps with her clothes back on, she might feel more like herself, even if only for a moment.

Carefully, she gathers up her dress and slips it over her head, relieved when it finally covers her aching body once more. With shaking fingers, she smooths down the wrinkles and adjusts the folds until it falls gracefully around her ankles again. She looks down at herself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman who stares back; but even through the tears that threaten to spill over, she forces a small smile, refusing to let him see just how much this is hurting her.

She swallows hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze in the mirror even as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. Princess Avery tries not to flinch under his cold stare, focusing instead on breathing slowly and evenly as she braces herself for what's to come. Her chest feels tight, her throat constricting with every ragged inhale, but she won't let him see how much this is hurting her. Not when she's so close now.

"I am ready," she manages to whisper hoarsely, unable to summon the strength or the will to speak any louder. It's a lie, of course; no one could be truly ready for what she's about to endure over the next two and a half hours. But it's the only weapon she has left, and she must use it wisely if she hopes to survive this ordeal unbroken.

Her heart pounding in her ears, Princess Avery waits for his signal, steeling herself against the pain and humiliation that are sure to come as they reach the end of their terrible bargain.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he tells her to remove her dress once more, but she forces herself to comply. The air feels cold against her bare skin as she slips the delicate fabric over her head, revealing herself once again. She knows that there's no point in trying to hide or protect herself from him anymore; he's seen all that she has and taken it away. Now she must focus on enduring until she can find what she needs.

Her breath catches in her throat as his hands return to her body, roughly pulling her toward him. He growls out words of praise and encouragement, telling her how much he enjoys the feel of her skin against his fingers, but they only serve to remind her how little this has to do with love or desire. It's a game to him, a means to an end; nothing more than a way for him to keep control over her.

As their bodies move together in a rhythm that seems almost cruel at this point, Princess Avery tries desperately not to think about the hours still left, or how much she's already sacrificed in order to get this far. She must focus on surviving, both physically and emotionally; on enduring until she can find a way out of this nightmare once and for all.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as he thrusts deeper inside her, her muscles tensing reflexively against the invasion of his body. The pain is excruciating, radiating outward from her most intimate places in waves of agony that threaten to consume her whole. But she can't let herself break; not now, when she's so close to finding what she needs.

Tears slip down her cheeks unheeded as he growls words of praise and encouragement into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. She tries to focus on anything else besides the raw ache between her legs, but each thrust seems intent on driving home how powerless she truly is in this situation.

The sound of their bodies moving together fills the room, echoing through her head like a cruel mockery of passion and desire. But she knows better; this isn't love or lust driving him, not anymore than it is for her. It's desperation and greed, twisted and perverse until they become nearly indistinguishable from one another.

Her mind drifts back to the bargain she made with him, the deal that seems so hollow now despite its promises of deliverance. Perhaps there is a way out; some other path she could take to regain what was stolen from her family and reclaim her rightful place in the world. But for now, she must endure this final hour, however long it takes.

Her mouth dry and throat tight, she manages to force out the words through gritted teeth. "I want your cock to fuck me for always," she whispers, feeling her heart shatter a little more with each syllable. But even as she says it, she knows that this isn't true; no part of her wants him like this or ever again. She's merely saying what he needs to hear in order to fulfill their twisted bargain and move on with her search for the knight who can help her.

As if sensing her internal struggle, his thrusts become rougher, more demanding; a cruel echo of the pain she feels deep inside. Her breath comes quicker now, shallower and more ragged as she tries to steel herself against this final onslaught. The thought that there's an end in sight propels her forward, giving her strength when she has none left of her own.

Time seems to slow down as they reach their peak together, the world spinning wildly around them while she continues to repeat his hollow words like some sort of macabre mantra. When it's finally over, he collapses heavily on top of her, breathing hard and unevenly against her neck. A wave of revulsion washes over her as she feels his weight pinning her down, the warmth of his body spreading uncomfortably across her skin. She knows that she must get out from under him soon; not because she wants to but because she needs to find a way back to herself before he takes everything else from her too.

She swallows hard, trying to gather her scattered wits as she stares up at the ceiling. Her entire body feels like one giant ache, and she can't help but feel embarrassed by the mess they've made of her. The pink flush on her skin only serves to heighten this feeling of shame, making her want nothing more than to crawl away from him and hide herself somewhere. But even as these thoughts race through her mind, she knows that she can't give in; not yet. She has to find a way out of this nightmare, and quickly.

With a shaky breath, Princess Avery pushes the man's weight off of her, forcing herself onto an elbow as she looks down at him. Her heart is racing, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dig into the flesh of her palms. "No," she whispers through gritted teeth, meeting his gaze defiantly. "I am not shy." The lie tastes bitter on her tongue, but it's better than showing him how much this has truly hurt her. She wipes a stray tear from her cheek, willing herself to be strong for just a little bit longer.

Her breath catches in her throat as he positions himself between her legs once more, ready to take her violation even further. She squeezes her eyes shut, willing herself not to think about the feel of his cock sliding inside her again or the way she's going to have his cum coursing through her body moments from now. All that matters is finding a way out of this mess; finding her knight and reclaiming what was stolen from her family.

With a final, desperate burst of defiance, she thrusts her hips upwards, meeting him halfway as he slides back inside. There's pain there, yes, but also a strange sense of resolve; as if by enduring this last act of humiliation, she can finally begin to put all of it behind her and move on with her life. She arches her back, digging her nails into his shoulders as he fills her up once more, filling the empty space inside where her dignity used to be.

As she feels herself roughly turned around and her ass thrust upwards, pain explodes through her body anew. She cries out in protest, her nails raking down the man's bare chest as he continues to pound into her from behind. Tears blur her vision and her breath comes in ragged gasps, but she refuses to give him the satisfaction of hearing her plead for release. With every thrust, he drives home how little control she has over this situation; how easily he can reduce her to nothing more than an object for his gratification.

Her head spins and her vision dims as he reaches his climax inside her, emptying himself into her body. When it's finally over, he collapses heavily on top of her once again, breathing hard against her neck. Her whole body trembles from the exhaustion and the pain, leaving her feeling small and helpless in his arms. But even as these feelings threaten to overcome her, she knows that she can't give up now; not when there's still a chance for escape, for redemption. Summoning what little strength remains, Princess Avery pushes the man off of her once more and rolls onto her side, facing away from him as she tries to steady her racing heart and quiet her wheezing breath.

her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to regain her composure after the final act of violence he's just committed. Even now, the pain is almost unbearable, but she refuses to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much it hurts her. Her mind drifts back over the past hours, remembering every moment of humiliation and degradation; each one a reminder that she must find the strength within herself to escape from this nightmare. She clenches her fists tightly at her sides, willing herself not to break down and cry anymore, even as tears continue to trickle down her cheeks unheeded. The longer she can maintain this facade of composure, the better chance she has of convincing him that she's no threat; that he needn't concern himself with her any further. And then perhaps, just maybe, she'll find someone who truly cares about her plight and help her take back what was stolen from her family once and for all.

"My lord," she finally manages to choke out, forcing a weak smile onto her face despite the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Is there...anything you require of me now?" Her voice cracks on the last word, but she pushes past the vulnerability and continues regardless, focusing all of her energy on sounding as strong and confident as possible. She'll show him; she won't let him see just how much he's hurt her, even now that it's all over.

With shaking hands, she reaches for the buttons on her dress, fumbling to undo them as quickly as possible. The fabric slides off her shoulders, revealing the lacy black bra she wore beneath; next, it pools at her waist, baring her stomach and hips to his gaze. Finally, she reaches for the hem of her dress, lifting it up over her head until she's completely naked from the waist down save for her royal-blue panties. She stands before him in nothing but her torn clothes and a pair of unlaced shoes, trembling with fear and humiliation as he watches her intently.

She bends over at the waist, presenting herself to him once more, feeling his gaze sweep down her exposed body like fingers trailing along her skin. "My lord," she whispers, forcing herself to sound submissive and eager despite the pain and rage burning inside her. "Please...take me as you wish."