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Drops of sweats flew in the air as the knight in armour barely avoided the thrusted spear. The spar had lasted more than the average combat duration, and it showed as the two opponents caught their breath, both exhausted. The knight and the experienced old man silently faced each other, waiting for the slightest instant of weakness from the other side.
“Enough,” declared the old man, lowering his spear. “Andrea Deeprock has proved her worth. I hereby declare she knows how to fight, and have nothing more to teach her!” he proclaimed, looking at her with a proud gaze.
The crowd of apprentice knights erupted, cheering with excitement and praise while the knight stood still, not yet realizing what happened, her adrenaline built-up during the fight slowly dissipating. The knight lowered her spear, and meticulously took off her helmet, granting her even more cheers from her audience.
The helmet off revealed a beautiful blonde woman in her early-twenties with blue eyes, sweating profusely as her hair stuck on her face. She would have been the ideal of a perfect lady if not for her fierce gaze and small scars on her skin that told of her hardships. She dropped her helmet and raised her fists to the sky in a celebrating manner.
“YAAAAH!” she shouted with passion and pride.
Twenty-four years. It had taken her twenty-four years to meet the requirements to become a Paladin. These frightening conditions, imposed by her mother, the current Saint Paladin, had nearly pushed her to the edge. Absolute mastery of studies, knighthood etiquette, and melee fighting, were domains that would have taken a normal human’s entire life to master just one, but she had managed to do all three.
“To become a Paladin, to replace Me, study the arts and science, and master the spear. Only then will I instil you with the sacred knowledge of Paladins passed down from generation to generation!” had demanded her mother, many years ago.
And Andrea had upheld her promise.
Evening; having celebrated her accomplishments with her knight comrades, Andrea decidedly walked towards the largest structure in the city, the Saint Cathedral, where her mother took office. One of her mother’s tasks was to say mass, so she knew where to find her. Standing on the entrance, she opened the large double doors without any caution, casually interrupting the nightly ceremony.
The audience turned their heads and sat silent, admiring the pretty female knight crossing through the central aisle with solid steps. She stopped before the altar, pointing her glaze at the woman saying the mass, a large book in her hands. The religious woman had prestigious papal vestments which she wore proudly, standing straight with her shoulders back.
In all these years, she had never seen the woman bend down to anyone. She stayed calm at all point, saved her words for important matters, and kept her face still against any adversity. This lady holding mass on peaceful nights was a pure demon on the battlefield, spreading bloodshed while protecting allies. This proud woman was her mother, the Saint Paladin Mary.
Frugal with words, she directly inquired her daughter’s arrival with an asking glance, raising an inquiring eyebrow.
“Mother, I upheld my promise!” Andrea simply declared, and it was enough indeed.
Her mother, usually still as an ocean, suddenly reddened with unusual emotion before quickly controlling herself, managing to emit a few closing words to the rest of the audience.
“Dear members, this evening’s mass has come to an end. May you have a good night, and God bless you all,” she struggled to declare.
The audience quickly understood and promptly left, the matters between a Saint Paladin and her daughter being way above what their status could afford. A few minutes later, the cathedral was void except for the two similarly looking blonde women.
“Andrea, my daughter, let me first congratulate you for your efforts, I am proud of you,” expressed Mary with a motherly smile, sweat building up on her forehead.
She did not have the strength to stand still and slowly went down to sit down, her back still standing straight even in her condition.
“Mother! Are you feeling sick?” expressed Andrea with concern, approaching her mother and only her hands.
“Worry not my dear, sickness it is not; you will know soon enough,” she declared with a cryptic tone of voice.
Mary took sight of her daughter in armour, looking as beautiful as a thorny rose. A part of her mind was eager to see how she would transform under the damned procedures, while the rest simply despised the curse of responsibility her family had to bear. She strengthened her resolve and slowly stood up, her back straight throughout the whole raise, her daughter assisting her.
Mary took some distance from her daughter, and standing still, eye to eye with her daughter, asked solemnly:
“Andrea Deeprock, you have proven yourself and are fit to become a Saint Paladin. Are you ready to gaziantep escort accept your fate, and embody the responsibility endured by the Deeprock family generations after generations?”
Andrea, looking proud, executed a knight salute and solemnly answered:
“I, Andrea Deeprock, am ready to shoulder that responsibility.”
A fateful silence settled, symbolic of a historical moment where a Saint Paladin would pass on the baton to the next generation; or in this case, a stone.
“Marvellous!” expressed Mary with a goofy smile. “Now, follow me,” she said while turning back, towards a backdoor hidden behind the presbytery.
Mother and daughter walked down a long series of stairs, the latter with part apprehension, part confusion, and part excitement. The stairs, initially well-polished wood, progressively became rougher as it went down. The tunnel transitioned to a still descending cavern with humid stone walls, the only source of light being the torch that Mary conjured from somewhere underneath her clothes.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived in front of large stone double doors. Mary turned her head to check that her daughter was still there, nodding at her with a comforting and mystic smile, before pushing the doors open.
“Beautiful!” expressed Andrea upon entering.
The doors opened on a magnificent and impressive spherical open space; the floor on the sides and the entirety of the ceiling were filled with stalactites and stalagmites, large protrusion of rock and crystals, and for an unknown reason, they glowed with a majestic blue light that gave the room a sacred feel, as if this place had been handcrafted by God Himself.
An altar made of the same blue crystal stood in the center; on it were showcased many smaller crystal of different sizes and exotic forms. Andrea sweat profusely in apprehension, not sure what these devices were for. Mary stopped in the center of the spherical room, right in front of the altar, and turned to face her daughter. The Paladin’s legs were shaking, half because of having walked such a long distance, the other because of what was going happen.
“Andrea my daughter, it is finally, finally time! We will now proceed with the extraction ritual, which is a Deeprock tradition that all initiates have to behold and implement!” expressed Mary with a lewd and goofy smile.
Andrea looked at her mother with utter confusion as the woman walked towards the altar where she, for the first time in Andrea’s life, bent her entire upper-body, making a 90 degrees angle with her legs, her hands on the altar. Her heartrate rose, she started panting.
“Andrea, my daughter…” she spoke, breathing louder and louder, her legs shaking in full effect, “Go inside my robe and behold the secret I have embodied for now twenty long years!” she could barely command, spouting drool all over the altar.
Andrea’s confusion did not allow her to think too long and she approached her mother’s vestments before lifting them and peeking inside. A few seconds of intense silence passed before…
“YOU WHORE!” screamed the daughter, tearing her mother’s clothes apart, letting her see the damage in full view.
It was as if she was inhabited by a huge parasite: a very, very large endpoint of a blue crystal stood out from her mother’s rear-end, her hole stretched to an inhuman radius, tenderly wrapping the end of the crystal. It was shaped in a way that would prevent it from fully going in, and she guessed the interior was also large enough that it wouldn’t leave easily. While she couldn’t see the rock directly, the bulge on her depraved mother’s intestines and stomach was enough to give a rough estimate of the behemoth: at least 40cm in length, with a 13cm diameter of diameter at the base.
Andrea took a few minutes to collect herself, the anger leaving place to utter confusion and, worst of all, the fear of the unknown. She thought she understood her mother, but it had become crystal clear that she did not at all, not in the least.
“Mother, Saint Paladin Mary Deeprock, explain yourself!” she demanded with a fierce voice. “Why do you…” she wanted to ask before her brain unfortunately started connecting the dots. Her eyes widened at the realization.
“Paladins of Deeprock, a crystal cave, anal debauchery…” she put her hands on her mouth, as if trying to force her from emitting the logical conclusion. “Oh God…”
“God my ASS indeed!” shamelessly stated the depraved Mary, who slowly wiggled her behind as if mocking her naïve daughter for taking too long. “Twenty bloody years of this cursed stuffing! Would you imagine?!” she asked her daughter in a rhetorical and mocking fashion. Lewd juices were dropping from her nether regions and running along her legs. Her daughter’s reaction had awakened her arousal, and she was eager to see how her dear daughter would react to what followed.
“Now now, let’s move on with the ritual, I have a lot to tell you as you can imagine,” she explained. escort bayan “You see that thing?” she asked while raising her filled bottom higher in the air in a submissive manner. “Remove it” she expressed lewdly with a wink.
Andrea approached her mother, put one hand on her buttock, and gripped the plug with the other, moving it slowly to test the waters. Mary moaned slightly, and started taking large breaths to prepare herself for the impact. The rock crystal seemed deeply embedded in her mother’s behind; this was going to be painful and take a while.
The successor strengthened her grip on the plug, like she would with a spear, and slowly started extracting the device from her dear and depraved mother. Mary suddenly sharply screamed as her anal sides, which were probably merged with the blue rock by now, painfully dissociated themselves from the intruder. Andrea didn’t care and continued pulling.
The screams, half pleasure half pain, became yells, and yells became bellows as her mother emitted near-inhuman low-pitched sounds. She had already lost the support from her legs and was directly laying on the altar. Andrea could see with her eyes the bulge retracting from her lower abdomen; she was literally extracting 10% of that poor’s woman weight out of her ass. Andrea felt like an executioner forcibly removing a limb from her victim; she never thought that in her life of Knight and soon-to-be Paladin she would be handling anal plugs, even less from her mother.
The crystal behemoth finally popped-out of its receptacle with an aspiration sound, her mother’s anal duct not having breathed in twenty years. It was an utter mess: the device in her hands was the most precious and beautiful piece of crystal she had ever seen, but it was soaked with her mother’s anal remains, the smell indescribable.
Andrea prevented herself from vomiting by sheer will, but that was before taking at deeper look at her mother’s insides. Her inner walls were glowing blue after twenty years of cohabitation with the crystal. Her anus could not be described as a hole anymore: it had become an open sheath, waiting for its sword to be plugged. Her sphincter could only produce a few feeble vibrations that comically made her anus look like it was trying to formulate words. And this back-end mouth was clearly pleading for the return of the deep rock.
Sounds of regurgitation echoed in the crystal room. Blue circles were burned onto her eyes and mind; she would not forget that sight ever in her life. The poor woman who endured the drastic mass extraction lay unconscious on the altar like an empty flask, having screamed her throat out, and cried her eyes out. What remained of her clothes was absolutely soaked of her womanly fluids, having had the orgasm she was fated to have all of her life.
Andrea took a long time to collect herself. She was still holding the heavy behemoth in her hands, not knowing what to do with it. Her analytical mind immediately started running overdrive, trying to make sense of the situation. Her mother had survived with that thing in her insides for all these years, so it had to have some healing properties.
“I can’t believe she really meant it when she talked about embodying that responsibility… What a depraved legacy!” she complained as she aimed the rock towards her mother’s behind. “Mother, if you can hear me, brace yourself,” she declared, before sheathing the behemoth once again inside the unconscious Paladin.
Her body spasmed with life when half of the device had penetrated her. Blue light emitted from her rolled eyes for a few seconds before slowly focusing forward. Mary had her head in the clouds and thought around going back to sleep when her brain suddenly retransmitted the feeling of the foreign but familiar object being injected in her ass. Her eyes widened and she resumed her yells of depraved pleasure and torture, orgasming like she never had along the slow thrust.
“We’re nearly at the base, you Paladin whore. Brace your hole,” stated Andrea with a cold voice, ashamed of her mother.
Mary sprayed her fluids at her daughter’s words, the situation too humiliating and depraved. Wearing the artefact for so long had made her into a severe masochist, which contrasted severely with the cold attitude she had to adopt in public as the Saint Paladin. Revealing her real persona to her daughter in this particular condition was her utmost fantasy, and so, when the rock finally connected and the base was all in, only the flanged end protruding from her rear end, she breathed a sigh of utter satisfaction.
Andrea waited silently, standing with her arms crossed. After a few minutes for Mary to recoup enough energy, the Saint Paladin went behind the altar to retrieve and wear a plain white robe. Parts of her dignity regained, she went back to face her daughter who was eagerly waiting for a deep, deep explanation.
“Thank you for your assistance Andrea, I needed that. It was enjoyable,” said Mary in a clear voice, her gaze apologetic.
Andrea raised an eyebrow but did not answer. She was glad that her mother seemed to regain her sanity and the personality she was used to, but the rocky events that occurred before simply could not be ignored.
“The story will take a while. Shall we have dinner?” proposed Mary with a smile.
The nostalgic aroma of chicken broth spread around the little stone room. The dining table, large enough for two people, was provided with a few home cooking dishes, making Andrea wonder how her mother had had the time to learn the required skill. They ate in silence, knowing that discussing the cursed subject was not compatible with appetite.
Bowl empty, Andrea couldn’t bear the tensed atmosphere and took the initiative.
“Does it hurt?” she asked, looking at her mother, sat with a seemingly perfect posture, if someone didn’t know the reason behind it.
Mary delicately dropped her spoon, and focused on her daughter, weighing her words with caution. She had to convince her daughter to pursue the legacy as soon as possible, and she didn’t want to delay the transmission because of an unfortunate use of language.
“The crystal is special, it attenuates most of the painful sensations. It’s fine as long as I do not move in a way that would exceed a certain threshold,” she meticulously expressed. She sounded sincere because she indeed did not lie; though she did omit the part about the increase in pleasure sensitivity.
Andrea did not reply to her mother’s words, and silence reigned again for a few minutes, the two woman trying to find the best angle to pursue the touchy and rocky subject. Mary thought of something, and tried a bold angle.
“Maybe… would you like to try?” she asked with a mysterious smile, trying to elicit some curiosity from her daughter.
“Would I even do something so depraved?” replied Andrea, half disgusted at the idea, half curious.
What Mary instinctively knew and her daughter didn’t was that 300 years of tradition had made her genetically disposed and fated to have things in her ass. A Deeprock descendant was somehow eventually bound to embody the artefact; it was only a matter of time. Hence, it was natural that Mary was equipped with the arguments to convince her daughter Knight.
“The crystal confers you with increased strength, mental resilience, and advanced regeneration. The bigger it is, the larger the effect” she revealed with an understanding smile, knowing full well how her daughter would react, just like she had in her youth.
Mary’s eyes widened, and she put her hand to her chin, reflecting deeply on what her mother had revealed, and weighing the pros and cons. She eventually strengthened her resolve, put her hands on the table, focused on her mother, and tentatively asked:
“Do… you have a small one?” asked the beautiful woman, blushing out of shamefulness.
Drops of sweats flew in the air as the knight in armour barely avoided the thrusted spear.
“Marvellous! Your footwork has greatly improved Andrea, you seem a lot more efficient in your movements!” exclaimed the old man.
“Thank you,” expressed Andrea with a cold poker face, standing straight with sweat dropping from her forehead. “With that, I will take my leave,” she declared before promptly returning to her house.
She quickly entered and locked her door, before rushing to her room and violently removing her equipment, panting in full breath. Fully nude, she unlocked her face expressions and let her tongue out while falling on her knees. She moaned with pleasure as she touched herself turbulently.
Her head laying on her bed, she raised her behind in the air, then took hold of the rocky bit protruding from her anus, and pulled it back and forth. She screamed in pain and pleasure as she fornicated herself with the small blue rock, 10cm in length, ruining her hole with the unpolished stone.
Her mother had told her that the unpolished part was part of the legacy and was supposed to remind them of their duty by making the increase in power a painful ordeal, but after having tested it for a few weeks herself, she was now convinced her ancestor was simply a depraved masochist who had found a depraved way of abusing the regenerative boon for depraved pleasure purposes.
She was glad the stone at least magically took care of her anal waste somehow, making her life easier. This cursed item simply pushed her to venture into the worst situations possible for a seemingly maximum amount of pain and pleasure. The blessing given by the crystal was fortunately enough to survive any ordeal encountered, though at the cost of its owner’s sanity.
She simply couldn’t envision how her mother was still, mostly, relatively sane after all these years of heavy equipment. Day by day she felt the craving increase, and this cursed artefact that she found daunting at the beginning was now reaching the limit of its efficiency.
She wanted more.
Sounds of galloping horses resounded fiercely throughout the forest in a rhythmic fashion. The small group of knights had been riding together for three hours now, and their tiredness started to show.
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