Deadmeat Saga

Chapter 59.5 – The right(Wrong) way to convert someone. (R-18)

Gerhart unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and loincloth, revealing his massive junk.

"Y-You're sick!" Dame Magdalene averted her eyes, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at it.

"What an enormous size." She thought.

The other female escorts reacted differently. Three were like the dame, secretly eyeing the dormant monster cock before them. But one of them didn't even hide her shame, transfixed by the massive cock.

Gerhart noticed her. She was a pretty young lass, a silver ring on her fourth finger. She was likely a young married woman.

"Hehe... Someone seems interested. Want to see it up close?" Gerhart grinned, walking up to the married young woman, his crotch a finger's length from her face.

"I... I..." The woman shook, her nose assaulted by a male musk. Her body instinctively reacted, growing hotter. She felt a dampness at her loincloth.

"Tell me, how is your relationship with your husband? Does he satisfy you in bed?" Gerhart asked.

"..." The woman remained silent, an answer of its own.

"Hehehe... How pathetic. I would never leave my partner unsatisfied." Gerhart softly said and caressed her cheek. "If you want to know what a real man is, why not please my dick with your mouth?"

"Gulp*..." The woman wanted to resist, but her body hungered for it.

"Linet, don't you dare..."

"You have a husband..."

"..."

"Linet, you are a soldier! Get a hold of yourself!" Dame Magdalene chastised.

The soldier named Linet shivered before moving her head away.

"Ah, shame. I guess I can't make you fall that easily." Gerhart grinned and turned to Havre. "Havre, prepare this woman until she begs for it."

"Yes, my lord." Havre, who was in her loincloth, grinned and walked over.

The five tied women looked at the almost perfect woman, a deep feeling of inferiority in their hearts as Linet was dragged and placed on the massage table.

"What are you going to do with Linet?!" Dame Magdalene glared.

"No worries, she will get something pleasant, and you will also." Gerhart smiled and turned to Romilda. "Rub the oil."

He let Romilda and not Irene do it, fearing they could lash out. Romilda was sturdy, while Irene was softer.

"Okay." Romilda nodded and took out the Aphrodisiac Lotion, rubbing it on the four women.

"Ugh... What is this? Oil?" The women were confused.

"Why are you rubbing oil on us, heathen? To set us on fire?" The female knight glared.

"Wow, lady. You have quite the imagination there. We don't want to hurt you, okay?" Romilda grumbled as she rubbed the oil on them.

Meanwhile, Irene knelt before Gerhart and started serving him with her mouth.

"Mmm* Slurp* Haum*. It is bigger and smells better than I remember." Irene said while servicing him, even fingering herself.

"I got a few talents," Gerhart said and didn't elaborate while enjoying her service, giving a show to the women.

"Uuu... Ahh~ Stop..." Linet moaned while Havre massaged her.

"Hehehe~ I won't." Havre chuckled as she used her techniques to stimulate the poor woman.

About twenty minutes later.

The four women started to pant as they felt the effects of the aphrodisiac kick in, arousing their bodies. And that wasn't all.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! I needed this! Oh!" Irene bounced on Gerhart's dick while giving the four women a show, spreading her legs while touching herself.

"How deplorable..."

"Do you think this will make us... Yield- Hah..."

"Uuu..."

"Bastards..." Dame Magdalene clenched her teeth, resisting the hotness in her body.

She had a husband, yes, but it was purely political. Her husband was a workaholic and bureaucrat, so he paid little attention to her, giving her more time to focus on being a knight. He even had a mistress on the side who sired him a son, so she felt no obligation to ruin her career only to become some loveless child factory for a weak man. So, although she was not a virgin, her sexual encounters numbered in one hand.

But now, she was forced to witness this scene of depravity. And it wasn't with some weak man like her husband. No. It was with a powerful man, a top-quality stallion. Watching that woman get plowed like that with such a happy expression, swinging her hips to make the man ejaculate inside her, was almost too stimulating.

"Guh... I'm going to cum." Gerhart muttered as he picked up Irene and started fucking her while standing.

"Yes! Fuck me! Please breed me and give me your child, husband! Oh!" Irene moaned in bliss, her body swaying up and down, her breasts heaving.

"Do you see this? Take a good~ Look. It is how a real man seeds a woman." Romilda, standing behind the kneeling captives, grabbed Dame Magdalene's cheeks and forced her to look.

"Guh! Take it!" Gerhart declared, slamming his dick inside and pumping his seed.

Splurt* Splurt* Splurt*

"Oh... Oh..." Irene moaned.

"Gulp*..."

The four women stared wide-eyed as they saw Gerhart's massive balls twitch, shooting impregnating juices into Irene's motherly pussy. Once done, he didn't pull out immediately. Instead, he walked in front of the female knight.

"What are you doing?!" Dame Magdalene tried to struggle, but Romilda held her in place.

"I'm just giving you a taste of what you're missing," Gerhart smirked before pulling out his wet dick, slamming on Dame Magdalene's head.

Smack*

"Ow! How is it so tough?!" The female knight thought as a smell assaulted her nose, thick liquid dropping on her face and lips. "W-What is this? Why does it smell so good? And that taste..."

Subconsciously, her tongue licked a bit of the semen on it, mixed with Irene's juices. She felt her body burning up, instinctively seeking this male.

"Well? Do you submit? I will give you pleasure out of this world if you do." Gerhart smirked.

"I... Who would submit to you, filthy degenerate?!" Dame Magdalene angrily yelled, but her faith somewhat wavered.

"Hm... I see. It seems like this much is still not enough. As expected of a knight, I suppose?" Gerhart muttered as he put the shaky Irene. "Go rest, Irene."

"Thank you, my husband." Irene smiled and went to fetch something to drink.

Meanwhile, Gerhart tested the other three women, rubbing his dick on their faces and lips.

"S-Screw you..."

"Y-You're worse than an animal..."

"G-Goddess, be with me..."

Unfortunately, although he pried them somewhat, it was still not enough. So Gerhart turned to Linet on the table. She was already there for twenty minutes.

"P-Please, make me cum... I beg you..." Linet begged, stuck in an edging hell and unable to touch herself.

"No. I won't make you cum. My lord will." Havre smiled and looked at Gerhart with an adoring look. "She is ready, my lord."

"Hm. Okay." Gerhart nodded and walked to Linet's face, placing his half-erect rod on it. "Lick me clean, and I will fuck you to your heart's content."

Linet widened her eyes, her vision full of cock, and her eyes turned watery. Closing her eyes, she stuck out her tongue and started licking it.

Lick* Lick* Lick* Rero*

The other four women widened their eyes at the display.

"Linet is..."

"Slut..."

"Traitor..."

Dame Magdalene clenched her molars and shook.

Linet ignored her comrades as her servicing became more enthusiastic. "It tastes so good... I want it inside me..." She thought, her body turning even hotter.

"Okay, that's enough. I will fuck you. But only on one condition." Gerhart retracted his dick. "I want you to impale yourself while submitting to my god."

Linet shook, closed her eyes, and said, "I'll do it..."

Gerhart smirked and went to a chair, sitting on it, his rod pointing to the sky. "Come sit on me."

Under the others' looks, Linet shakily stood up, her hands tied behind her back, and walked to Gerhart's shaft, turning to face her fellow captives, spreading her legs and lining her snatch with his dickhead.

"I-I, Linet... Submit to the G-Great God of Conquest. P-Please, fuck me..." Linet said, her face crimson. "I-Is that enough?"

"Good. You may lower yourself." Gerhart smirked.

And then, under the other's eyes, Linet impaled herself on Gerhart's shaft. "Oh! Oh! Oh! So Big! Coming!"

Psh*

Linet suddenly squirted, her juices spraying on the other shocked women.

"Oh, a squirter! Nice!" Gerhart grinned as he started fucking her.

"Oh! Oh! OH! Yes! Oh yes! More!" As if losing her mind, Linet cried like a Harlot as she was fucked.

The four captive women stared wide-eyed, shocked at seeing their formerly chaste comrade crying out like a seasoned whore.

"How do I compare to your husband?" Gerhart asked.

"My husband, no, that man is nothing compared to your dick! Please, give me more! Oh!" Linet cried in joy as her insides got plowed, throwing her chastity and marriage to the wind.

"Hehe, good girl." Gerhart chuckled as he licked her neck and ears and released her bindings.

Linet didn't use this opportunity to escape but instead leaned on Gerhart's legs as a handle to impale herself on his shaft faster.

"Why don't you tell them what they are missing?" Gerhart said while lightly grabbing Linet's throat and modest breasts.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! M'lady! Everyone! You should give up! This dick is so good! It rubs all my good spots and- Oh! So good!!!" Linet said with a lewd look.

"Linet..."

"You..."

The four women looked on in disbelief, their bodies turning hotter.

Several minutes later-

"I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?" Gerhart asked.

"Inside! Please fill me up with your wonderful seed and make me forget about my boring husband!" Linet cried out.

"Good. Don't blame me if you get knocked up! Guh!" Gerhart hilted himself and ejaculated inside her depths.

Splurt* Splurt* Splurt*

"Ah! It's cumming! I'm getting knocked up! I'll carry this man's strong seed instead of my husband's!" Linet cried out as she felt her insides flooded, fully knowing she might carry a bastard.

Using this chance, Gerhart converted her, making her convulse with even more pleasure. Once Gerhart confirmed she converted, he whispered in her ear. "I want you to..."

"Yesh..." Linet said, drooling, and with some effort, extracted herself.

She then shakily walked to Dame Magdalene. "I'm sorry, m'lady. But this great man ordered me." She said while grabbing Magdalene's face.

"W-What are you- Mmph!" Before Magdalene could reject, a cum-soaked pussy was shoved on her lips, forcing semen and pussy juices to smear her face.

"S-Shit... It's getting in my mouth and nose. Why does it smell and taste so good? Why do I want to eat it? I..." Magdalene closed her eyes, resisting the rising urges in her body.

"Okay, that's enough," Gerhart said.

"Yesh... My lord..." Linet retracted her hips, a trail of white and translucent juices on Magdalene's face.

By this time, the other women fell silent, their legs rubbing against each other.

"Untie those three." Gerhart ordered Romilda.

"Okay." Romilda nodded and untied them.

However, the three women didn't try to resist at all, staring intently at Gerhart's crotch.

"I will give you two options. You can leave this room, and we will use other methods to make you submit. Or, you can submit now, and I will fuck you to your heart's content. Your choice." Gerhart said, relaxed, his dick erect and wet.

"I submit..."

"I submit..."

"I... I also submit..."

The three women crawled over, transfixed.

"T-This is a nightmare, right?" Magdalene shook as she soon saw her other subordinates willingly servicing that man and spearing themselves on his shaft, letting him inseminate them. After each time, they walked over, smearing her face her face with the proof of their deplorable union.

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Havre and Hope brought the two male knights inside the house.

Sir Huidemar was unscathed, but Sir Reimund was a broken mess, his limbs meticulously broken. Without a miracle, he would be bedridden for life.

However, that wasn't the point. After entering, both heard familiar moaning sounds coming from a bedroom.

Sir Huidemar clenched his fists, believing Dame Magdalene was getting raped. But he couldn't imagine what he thought was far from the reality.

He and Reimund got pushed inside the bedroom, where they saw Dame Magdalene shaking her hips like a common whore, a look of euphoria on her face. She was so focused on the pleasure that she didn't even notice her fellow knights were watching.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Oh!" Dame Magdalene shook her hips on Gerhart's cock like a bitch in heat, moaning.

"Dame Magdalene...?" Sir Huidemar widened his eyes, incredulous.

"Who is that slut?" Sir Reimund was unable to even connect his heroic senior to this bitch in heat.

"Hahahaha! Where is that previous bravado? Aren't you a proud knight? Don't you have a husband?" Gerhart laid back and enjoyed as the female knight used her toned body to pleasure him and herself.

"I don't care! I don't care about my image, I don't care about my knighthood, I don't care about my religion, and I don't care about that cheating and pathetic husband of mine! Pound me! Inseminate me with your strong seed! Give me a strong child!" Dame Magdalene cried out.

"Hahaha! Good! Now get pregnant in front of your two colleagues!" Gerhart sadistically laughed out.

"Yes- Give me- Wait, what?!" Dame Magdalene suddenly widened her eyes, freezing as she looked at her two fellow knights.

"Guh! Get pregnant!" Gerhart grabbed her waist and shoved his dick against her uterus, shooting his load inside.

Splurt* Splurt* Splurt*

"Oh! Oh! So hot..." Dame Magdalene's mind was overwritten with lust, as the guilt of being found out and their disgusted looks only amplified her pleasure, giving her multiple orgasms.

Converting the unresisting female knight, Gerhart eyed the two stunned newcomers before asking her, "Hey, why don't you tell them what they should do now?"

Dame Magdalene blissfully smiled as she looked at her two colleagues, "Submitting... Is so good..."