Yuris inhaled sharply as the bandit's hot cock rubbed between her thighs and against her pussy lips.
"Hnnngh!"
It was a sensation she had never felt before.
It was nothing like the feeling she got when masturbating alone.
She was human, a woman.
She wasn't someone devoid of sexual desire. She had, of course, masturbated and possessed basic sexual knowledge.
How could she not have masturbated even once?
But the sensation she was feeling now was incomparable to masturbation.
It was far more intense than when the bandit had tortured her breasts earlier.
The bandit's promise to give her an even better experience wasn't an empty boast.
Her already hypersensitive pussy lips and clit were rubbed by his thick, hot cock, sending waves of ecstasy through her.
"Aahhh."
Each time the bandit's hips moved, hot breaths escaped Yuris's lips.
She couldn't escape either.
The bandit's strong hands gripped her thighs tightly, refusing to let her flee.
Her body, as if obeying an unspoken command to stay still, trembled helplessly in place.
The victorious voice that once roared triumphantly on the battlefield, proclaiming the defeat of enemy commanders, was gone.
"Hngh, hnnn! Hic♥!!"
All that came out now were moans filled with pleasure.
She was no longer a battlefield knight but resembled a shy courtesan.
Drooling from both her upper and lower lips, her hips instinctively rocked back and forth. How could anyone see her now and think of her as the goddess of victory?
"Aah…"
With dazed eyes, she looked at the bandit's face.
He gazed down at her with a victorious smile, like a commander who had conquered a fortress.
"Feels good, huh?"
"…"
She couldn't bring herself to answer.
But both she and the bandit knew that her silence was answer enough.
The woman who had resisted and protested earlier was now too lost to even think of fighting back.
"S-Stop…!!!"
Each time the shaft of his cock grazed her clit, Yuris trembled and gripped the ropes attached to her shackles tightly, as if reaching her limit.
"Y-Your cock keeps touching…"
"It's not a cock. Call it that, and you'll kill the mood."
The bandit smirked slyly and leaned closer to her.
"There's a better word for it—dick. From now on, if you want me to fuck you, call it a dick, you pussy slut."
"Dick…"
Why did she say that word?
As if entranced, Yuris uttered "dick" and felt her body heat up.
It was a word only street whores would use.
It was far too vulgar.
Yet, when she said it, Yuris felt a perverse thrill she had never experienced before.
Raised as a noble lady and a knight, Yuris had never been with a man. She had always pursued the sword over men, and victory over the sword. This experience, though depraved, was seared into her mind.
This shouldn't be happening.
It really shouldn't.
Her heart raced, and her eyes kept glazing over.
Even as her legs grew weak, the bandit's hands gripping her thighs remained firm.
The bandit's hands on her thighs and the cock wedged between her thighs and pussy lips supported her body, which felt like it might collapse.
She was so frail now that she'd collapse if that cock were removed.
The bandit's words echoed in her ears: the real Yuris wouldn't act like this. If she were strong, she wouldn't be in this situation.
"How long are you going to stay silent?"
Snapping back to reality at the bandit's words, she realized he was standing still, his cock simply resting between her thighs.
Yet her lower body still felt good.
The reason her pussy lips and clit kept rubbing against it was because Yuris's hips were moving on their own, seeking pleasure.
I was moving on my own…?
"Since I stopped moving, you've been grinding on it yourself. You love this dick that much? But if you don't say it yourself, I won't move an inch."
Oh.
Right.
If I were the real Yuris, I wouldn't be moving like this on my own.
So…
It's okay if it's burned into my mind now.
After all, the me right now isn't the real Yuris.
"Dick, I love it. Move a little more. Don't stop…"
"You love it that much?"
The bandit's hips started moving again.
"Hnnngh! Hic! I love it!!!!"
Yuris panted, letting out even rougher moans.
Unaware that the bandit had let go of her thighs, she moved her hips, squeezing her thighs together to find an even better spot.
This alone was dizzyingly good, but she wanted more.
"It's not enough."
If only it could go deeper.
More. More. More.
Where?
There's only one hole, isn't there?
If only he'd thrust inside my pussy…
But that thought didn't last long.
"Come hard."
With the bandit's words, he grabbed and twisted her hypersensitive nipples.
"Nnggggh!!!!"
Spurt!
Her senses were so warped that even the pain of her nipples being twisted felt like pleasure. Yuris squirted, climaxing.
As her hips bucked, she felt the dick between her thighs twitch, spraying hot liquid onto her ass.
Just as she had used the bandit's body to feel good, the fact that he had used her body to satisfy himself filled her with a sense of fulfillment.
It feels good.
Knowing someone felt good because of me is so satisfying.
With that thought, she lost consciousness.
"I look forward to you coming back."
The bandit's final words embedded themselves in her mind like a command.
***
I synchronized my actions with Yuris, who was immersed in the illusion, alternating between reality and fantasy.
Switching between fantasy and reality wasn't difficult for me, a master of illusion magic.
When Yuris met the bandit in the illusion, I became the bandit in her fantasy, overpowering her.
While she stripped in the illusion, I raised her in reality, tying her arms to the cEileeng with ropes and shackles.
These ropes and shackles were among the items I had prepared for Yuris's new illusion.
Unlike the ones used in ordinary prisons, these were made of leather to minimize wrist injuries.
In reality, Yuris, lost in the illusion, stared blankly into space.
She flinched and reacted to the bandit's words and movements in the illusion, but there were no significant responses otherwise.
That was the nature of illusion magic.
It could incapacitate the mind, but it couldn't harm the body in the slightest.
"This makes for a nice picture."
I looked at Yuris in the illusion, naked and shackled with her arms raised high, and at Yuris in reality, bound in her knight's uniform.
Her bound, clothed appearance evoked a different kind of arousal compared to her naked form.
Was it because of the elegant knight's uniform?
Or perhaps the curves of her body, accentuated by the clothes?
It was the aesthetics of concealment at work.
After a brief moment of appreciation, I re-entered the illusion, acting as the crude, domineering bandit she desired.
[Yuris's Desire: She wants the bandit to ravage her completely.]
The desire I had seen before remained unchanged.
Ravaged completely.
A phrase I quite liked.
When swept away by desire, one tends to become a complete mess.
And when the bandit pulled out his dick in the illusion, I pulled out a heated dildo.
It was a dildo enchanted with temperature-regulating magic, capable of heating up like a real dick whenever needed.
It was also designed to be highly realistic.
The closer it resembled reality, the more immersive the illusion would feel.
The dick the bandit pulled out in the illusion was of a similar size.
Of course, the size in the illusion was based on my own.
Yes, the dildo was modeled after my own as well.
I wedged the crafted dick between her thighs and secured it with my arms.
Then I re-entered the illusion, playing the role of the bandit.
It felt so real, I could almost believe I was actually doing it.
It wasn't real, but it was incredibly lifelike.
I could even feel the sensation of my dick getting hard.
Honestly, it was a bit of a shame.
How great would it be if I could do it for real?
But I didn't have the courage to actually ravage Yuris, the Iron-Blooded Knight and Commander of the Empire's First Knight Order, just because she was lost in an illusion.
Doing it in reality would leave evidence.
As I mentioned before, my combat ability as an illusion mage was zero.
Unless Yuris explicitly asked for it herself.
Seeing her move her hips on her own, I realized the illusion was a success.
And when she squirted and climaxed, I realized I had forgotten something.
"I didn't put down a towel to absorb the fluids, did I?"
After delivering the final line, I hurriedly returned to reality and looked at Yuris.
The Iron-Blooded Knight Yuris, still bound and standing, was trembling, unable to break free from the illusion, her face blank as she squirted.
It was like wetting the bed in a dream and doing it in reality.
Her body, flushed and panting from pleasure, continued to tremble, and her uniform, soaked with her fluids, dripped onto her pants until her real-world climax finally subsided.
Even as her mind lost consciousness, her body still reveled in the pleasure.
This sensation would affect her when she woke up later.
"You really went all out."
It was that good, huh?
As a vendor, it was a satisfying sight.
The hassle of cleaning up was another matter, though.
"Shall we clean up?"
***
Yuris woke up five minutes later.
I had magically cleaned up all the fluids and squirt she had released.
I untied her hands and returned her to the position she was in initially.
It was to spare her embarrassment.
Only after separating her real self from the illusion did Yuris begin to accept her desires.
She was just starting to take her first steps toward embracing her desires.
But if she realized how shamelessly she had acted in reality, she might not return.
So I erased all traces of her intense performance as best I could.
Of course, that meant I couldn't deal with my own pants, soaked with pre-cum from my full erection.
"Mmm…"
Yuris, regaining consciousness, opened her eyes and looked at me.
"Is it… over?"
"Yes. The three-hour illusion you requested has ended."
"I see."
Feeling refreshed, Yuris stretched and stood up, sniffing the air.
"There's a nice scent coming from you."
"Is there?"
"Yes. It's an addictive scent."
Her gaze briefly dropped downward.
My pants.
The ones still wet with pre-cum.
It was a fleeting moment.
"…The illusion was more intense than I thought. It could be used for battle simulations."
"Was the defeat experience satisfactory?"
"…"
She didn't answer.
Perhaps because she had returned to reality and become the real Yuris again.
But her expression couldn't lie.
Her flushed cheeks, recalling how good it felt, spoke for her.
"If you come back, I'll provide even better service."
"…I'll be going now."
"I'll be waiting anytime."
Yuris couldn't meet my eyes until she left.
She'll come back again.