I spent a long time debating as I watched Uris in the fantasy, begging for the bandit's cock.
Should I use a dildo? Or should I use the real thing?
As the scene progressed, the dilemma grew. Logically, a dildo was the right choice. I opened this theater to enjoy adult content comfortably—a participatory experience where the user is the star. Filling my own desires using someone trapped in an illusion was never part of my plan. It might lessen the realism, but it was the "correct" thing to do.
I was only treating Uris harshly because I was playing the "Bandit" she desired in her fantasy. I reached for a dildo to present to her, but then—
[Warning: User is sensing a discrepancy.] [The power of the illusion is weakening due to insufficient olfactory information.]
The magic circle began sending warnings. The barrier surrounding Uris actually started to flicker.
'A dildo has no scent.' In fact, it would smell like artificial silicone. That wasn't the scent Uris craved. Earlier, she had shown extreme sensitivity to smell.
'Even on her first visit, she reacted to the scent of a man that filled the room because I had been watching a video.'
Even before she left last time, she had stared at my lap when my pheromones flared up while testing her footage. Every time pre-cum leaked, Uris reacted with heightened sensitivity. She was picking up on the lack of a "real" scent.
'Was she more of a pervert than I thought?'
I couldn't hide the artificial smell of a dildo. If that was the case...
"No other way, then..."
I looked down. Like the bandits outside the window peeking at her shame, and because I was immersed in playing the role, I was rock hard. Especially with her body odor—a mix of sweat from the mock battle and her perfume—she was radiating an incredibly erotic female pheromone. The erection I got when I buried my face in her armpit as the bandit hadn't subsided.
"Fine. If I get caught, I'll just consider myself a dead man."
I figured since I wasn't actually violating her "flower," she might let it slide. If she caught me, I'd just argue: "You weren't satisfied with the dildo, so I had to do it!"
I pulled down my trousers and thrust myself toward her face. In reality, Uris began to sniff the air. The magic circle stabilized instantly, and the video resumed playback perfectly. Yes, as the owner of the theater, the customer's satisfaction comes first.
I let her suck me. As I brought myself close, Uris finally took me into her mouth, following the command. It was the first fellatio of her life, experienced in both fantasy and reality simultaneously.
But god, the way her mouth moved. The experience of the "Fake Uris" was manifesting in her real-world actions. She sucked greedily, and—
"Kh... I'm cumming!"
I ejaculated into the mouth of the woman lost in the illusion. A surge of forbidden thrill raced through me as I watched her mouth fill with my seed. My heart nearly burst when she followed the bandit's command to open her mouth and show off what she had received.
The real Iron-Blooded Knight, Uris. The symbol of victory and protector of the Empire was holding the semen of a common illusion mage in her mouth. Lost in the fantasy, she had no idea her real body was wearing such a lewd expression while holding my load.
"This is insane."
I felt like I would lose my immersion as the bandit if I kept going like this, so I let the magic circle handle the role-play for a moment while I simply admired Uris's face in reality. The mouth that always shouted for the Empire's victory was now overflowing with my cum. Drops even fell onto her chest—where she had likely just received a medal from the Empress—because her mouth couldn't hold it all.
As if commanded in her head, the real Uris closed her lips and swallowed. The expression on her face as she did so was one of pure ecstasy. The "Uris" in the fantasy was likely making an even more disheveled face, but for some reason, the real-world Uris, with her half-dazed eyes, was much more arousing.
"I just defiled the mouth of the Iron-Blooded Knight."
A strange sense of conquest filled me. My cock hardened again almost immediately, as if demanding to conquer the rest of her.
'Now that she's tasted the real thing, the sensation of being taken will feel even more vivid.'
This physical input would sear the experience into her brain. Even if nothing "actually" happened to her lower half, the phantom sensation of being bred in the fantasy would remain vivid. She might become a woman as experienced as a veteran while remaining a physical virgin.
In the fantasy, Uris began to spread her legs on her own at the bandit's command. Even though I had just finished, I pressed my re-erected member against her lower abdomen. By applying pressure there, I stimulated her pelvic wall, heightening the tension. This "analogous sensation" would manifest as intense torment in her mind.
I resumed my role as the bandit.
Uris looked up at the bandit. Every time she saw the look of conquest on his face, her heart hammered.
Faster. Conquer me faster. Give me the sense of defeat I've never known, I who only know victory.
At the bandit's command to spread her legs, she did so willingly, looking up with a face swollen with anticipation.
"You don't even look like a noble lady anymore." "Y-yes... I'm not a lady right now." "Keke, so you'd throw away your title for pleasure?"
She nodded. Her panties were already soaked with her juices. The moisture they couldn't absorb was trickling down her thighs.
"P-please, hurry..." "A slave commanding her master? Arrogant, but you're cute today, so I'll let it slide."
He ripped her panties away with brutal force.
Rrip!
The wet fabric tore, revealing her fluttering entrance. Fine, golden pubic hair—like the hair on her head—adorned her clean anatomy. Like a tightly shut clam, her flower was clenched, yet dripping as if waiting for its master.
"Cute."
He called her cute. All her worries—that he might find her ugly or be disappointed—melted away at that one word.
"It's... it's my first time. So..." "Being treated gently isn't what you want, is it?"
A slave doesn't get to deny. She simply nodded. Uris had become an absolute "Yes-Girl" for the bandit. He began to rub his tip against her entrance, which was twitching in anticipation.
"Dripping wet because you want it so bad. You must have been desperate." "Yes. I wanted it. I wanted you to pound me deep, Mr. Bandit."
Once the dam broke, Uris's mouth wouldn't stop. From the moment she begged to be bred, she wasn't the Knight of Victory; she was just a common girl captured and defeated by a bandit.
"So please, shove it in. 'Use' me however you want."
Today was the day she would serve a real husband, not just her right hand. All her nerves were focused on the member approaching her "precious place." And when it finally tore through and pierced her—
"Aaaaaah...!"
Uris arched her back, letting out a gasp like a nun encountering God. It was a vulgar sight for a nun, but the sensation and pleasure were intense enough to be divine.
"Hngh♥! I-I love it! Ah, haaa...!"
I love it. I love being used.
"Bitch, you're tight as hell. You really were a virgin?"
She even loved being insulted while being taken. By a mere bandit. Being pinned down by someone she wouldn't even look at in real life, having her pride crushed—she loved it. Receiving orders from a bandit that only the Empress should give. Breaking the "perfect" version of herself that everyone worshipped. She loved it all.
"Haaaah!"
She watched as the thick, heavy member pounded into her. The sight of her flesh opening to accept him. The squelching sound of her juices.
Splat! Thud! Thud!
The sound of skin hitting skin and the sticky friction—every single thing was new and wonderful. So much so that her head spun. She loved how he pinned her shoulders so she couldn't move as he thrust.
"I guess this bitch likes being taken by force." "Yes! Hngh! I love being forced! B-being violated and used like an object... I love it so much! Ahhh!"
Shove it in more! Vulgar words she could never imagine saying poured from her lips. "Shove it in! I want to go! Let me go! Hngh!"
"A bitch commanding her master?"
Slap!
"Hngh!"
The combination of him lightly choking her and slapping her cheek almost made her climax instantly. Oh, Mr. Bandit. Oh, my Master.
'I heard the first time hurts.' But it didn't hurt at all. It felt incredible. This pressure. The shape of him scraping vividly against her internal walls was so clear.
"Look at you panting. You like it that much?" "Kh..."
Unable to answer because her throat was constricted, she nodded instead. Her mind grew hazy from the lack of oxygen. The bandit looked down at her as she gasped.
A perfect weakling. The bottom of the food chain, meant only to be eaten in the wild. That was her. Ah, a female like me is just a slave meant to serve a master. The Iron-Blooded Knight had officially fallen to the level of a slave.
"Look. Those guys are all lusting after you." The bandit grabbed her face and forced her to look at the others pressed against the window. She saw the other bandits, their eyes sticky with lust and envy for the man holding her. It was a gaze she would never experience in reality—back there, any knight nearby would have drawn their sword at such a look.
But here, it was different. No one would protect her. Not even herself. In her dazed state, she smiled at the bandits lusting after her. It was the instinctive act of a female wanting to be desired more.
Then, she looked back at her "Master." He was providing her with the ultimate pleasure. Even now, Uris accepted him while dripping with fluid. Her body shook uncontrollably. Her hips bucked, and animalistic sounds began to replace her moans.
"Hnggggh! I-I think I'm gonna go... J-just a little more...!"
Her entire body tensed, and her legs wrapped around the bandit's waist of their own accord. It was the signal for her peak. She wanted to be pounded like this just a little longer. Just a little, a tiny bit more.
"The bitch in heat is trying to welcome her master properly. Fine. Take it all."
"Breed me. For this slave bitch... this dripping, pathetic bitch... fill me with your seed. HHHNGGGH!!!"
Uris's body spasmed at the peak that felt like a needle piercing her brain. In that moment, she felt him throb and spill his load inside her. The psychological satisfaction of knowing her Master was pleased layered over her physical climax.
Ah, my beloved. She didn't want to let go of this solid body. Hugging the bandit who had violated her, she whispered in a tiny voice.
"Master..."
It was a perfect pleasure, the likes of which she had never felt before.