"What the hell just happened?" Arthur thought as his eyelids slowly fluttered open. "Did I somehow die?"
The first thing he saw was a blurry silhouette. Then, the resolution of his vision slowly restored itself to crisp high-definition.
Lady Arne Margadalen was hovering directly over him, staring down into his face with one of the most breathtakingly beautiful smiles known to man.
"Welcome back, my liege," she said, her voice dripping with genuine relief and happiness.
Arthur immediately snapped back to full attention. His summon was staring at him, talking to him, and genuinely ecstatic that he had finally regained consciousness after blacking out.
But then, his eyes drifted downward, and he processed the rest of her.
The armor was completely gone. The golden gauntlets, the tassets, the helmet, and yes, the metallic bra. All of it was neatly piled on the floor.
She's naked, his brain screamed in a mix of panic and absolute euphoria. She is literally, stark-naked right over me.
His heart began to hammer against his ribs like a drum as he desperately tried to push himself up on the mattress. "What the hell? What the hell is going on? What happened to your gear?"
"You blacked out, my liege," she explained softly, shifting her weight to sit down on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped, causing her incredible, unarmored chest to heave and bounce with spectacular fluidity.
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do I do?! Arthur mentally shrieked, his inner degenerate short-circuiting. Her boobs... her boobs are smoking hot!
He could already feel the monster beneath his pants violently stirring awake, threatening to rip through his fabric. Desperate to keep a shred of his dignity, he forced his eyes away, locking his gaze hard onto the pile of discarded gold on the floor. "Why are you, uh... naked?"
Arne's smile grew sweet, almost innocent. "I noticed your heart rate spiked and your breathing grew shallow the moment you looked at my defense gear. I concluded that you didn't like my armor. That is the reason you collapsed from distress, isn't it?"
Huh? What the hell is she talking about?! Arthur thought, completely bewildered. Why would I collapse because of her armor? Wasn't her Intelligence stat supposed to be a B-rank?
"That's a spectacularly lame excuse," Arthur muttered, though he couldn't bring himself to complain too hard about the outcome.
"So you like my armor?" Lady Arne asked, tilting her head.
"What? Yes! Yes, I like your armor!" Arthur blurted out, his voice a full octave higher than usual.
She paused for a moment, letting out a soft, hummed response before shifting closer on the mattress. "Then what about my body? Do you find it beautiful, my liege?"
Arthur's gaze betrayed him instantly. His eyes fell directly onto the two heavy, flawless globes of her chest, tracking down to the perfect pink of her nipples. He swallowed hard, his throat going completely bone-dry as he yanked his eyes away again. "I think... I think it's magnificent."
"Really? Then why do you look away?" she teased, sliding even closer until Arthur could feel the radiating warmth of her bare skin against his chest.
Oh my god, she's a pervert, Arthur realized, his brain entirely short-circuiting. I'm a pervert too, but she's completely running laps around me. Did I seriously summon a horny Paladin? Maybe that bastard Sidwig was right. Did I actually pull a pornstar out of the Rift?
Giving up on any semblance of restraint, Arthur forced his attention back to Lady Arne's body. Up close, her skin was a flawless, creamy perfection that looked entirely untouched by war, completely defying the violent battle-hardened image of a System knight. Her thighs were thick and fiercely curved, pressed tightly together on the bed and teasingly blocking the full view of her most divine, private area.
But his eyes, possessing a mind of their own, kept helplessly snapping right back up to her chest.
Her boobs, man... Arthur thought, a wave of profound, degenerate gratitude washing over him. I absolutely love her boobs.
"I'm not looking away because I don't like your body," Arthur managed to squeeze out.
Arne's smile widened. Slowly, she slid her hands beneath her heavy breasts, lifting and presenting them toward him. "Do you think these are nice, too?"
Arthur nodded like a malfunctioning robot. God, yes. I want to pinch those nipples so bad.
"Would you like to squeeze them, my liege?" Lady Arne asked, her eyes flashing with a thoroughly naughty, teasing glint.
She's completely shameless, Arthur thought, his mind racing. But so am I. We are completely on the same wavelength. Yet, a sudden wave of hesitation hit him. As much of a degenerate as he was, the sheer absurdity of the situation made him pause.
Seeing his hesitation, Arne's playful expression softened into something deeper, almost desperate.
"Please, my liege," she whispered, leaning in closer. "I have waited for a millennium just to feel the touch of a man. We have existed in the Rift for a very long time, starving with lust and isolation. No summoner was ever able to call upon our order until you. I am not entirely certain how you broke the seal, my liege, but you opened the door. When that golden light pierced the dark, we all fought like savages to reach it first. I was simply lucky enough to slip through the crack before it closed."
The horniness in Arthur's brain momentarily short-circuited, replaced by pure shock. "What do you mean 'fought'? Are there others like you where you came from?"
Arne offered a mysterious, bittersweet smile. "That is about all I am permitted to reveal of my realm. A binding magic grips my tongue whenever I try to speak details of the Spirit Domain."
Arthur nodded slowly. But the implications were massive. She said there were more of them. An entire order of human-like Paladins trapped in the Rift. If Arne was a Gold-tier powerhouse with a 7.8 rating, the ones higher up in the ranks could be Platinum, or even higher.
A thrill of pure excitement trickled down his spine, temporarily distracting him from the staggering amount of cleavage in his face.
"My liege..." Arne murmured, bringing him back to reality. She bowed her head, her beautiful face dropping closer to her thighs in a gesture of absolute submission. "Are you going to squeeze my breasts, or have I displeased you?"
Arthur looked down at her, a sudden wave of possessive affection washing over him. This legendary warrior had spent a thousand years starving in the dark, and out of everyone in the world, he was the one chosen to break the spell. He was her Lord.
"Raise your head, Lady Arne," Arthur commanded, his voice suddenly ringing with a strange, newfound authority.
She snapped her head up, her ocean-blue eyes wide and eager.
"I am going to squeeze your boobs," Arthur declared.
Her eyes sparkled with pure delight.
Arthur didn't hesitate any longer. He reached out and cupped both of her massive, heavy breasts in his hands. The sheer warmth and softness of her skin took his breath away. They were incredibly lush, far more perfect than anything he had ever imagined. He squeezed his fingers into the creamy flesh, feeling her heartbeat accelerate beneath his palms.
Arne let out a soft, trembling gasp, her chest arching forward into his touch as her perfect pink nipples hardened instantly against his skin. She threw her head back, a flush of pure ecstasy coloring her cheeks as she finally experienced the touch she had craved for a thousand years.
Arthur slid one hand down from her chest, his palms trailing over the smooth, firm contours of her athletic stomach until his fingers were gently brushing against the inside of her thick thighs.
Arne's lips parted slowly, a soft tremor running through her entire body.
"That feels so good... oh, my liege," she moaned, her voice dropping into a breathless, husky whisper. The ambient warmth radiating from her skin spiked, and Arthur could feel that she was already completely slick and wet from just his touch.
When her ocean-blue eyes snapped open again, the innocent submission was completely gone, replaced by a fierce, primal hunger. "Would you like to slide your hand inside me, my liege? Take whatever you desire."
Arthur froze dead in his tracks. His heart thumped violently against his ribs, and a massive rush of blood raced straight down south.
Holy shit. I'm really about to smash my own summon on day one, aren't I?
Before he could make his move, the faint sound of the apartment's front door swinging open echoed down the hallway, followed immediately by heavy, rushed footsteps heading straight up the wooden stairs.
Arthur's eyes widened in sheer panic. "Huh? That's Uncle Potus!"
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