Chapter 48 - Intercourse with the Giantess Knight, Martha

First, regarding Martha’s massive physique—it seems her "Divine Calling" is involved.

Her innate "Divine Calling" is [Giant]. It’s so literal that I couldn't help but wonder if that even counts as a "Divine Calling", but regardless, thanks to that, she gained a height beyond compare.

Through the [Giant] skill [Growth Potential (A)], she grew at a rate far exceeding other children, resulting in her current stature. However, there are few situations in a small country village where such a massive body is appreciated; instead, she became a target for isolation and bullying.

Her life changed completely when Lespar, visiting on an inspection, happened to discover her and welcomed her into his Knight Order.

"My size always worked to my advantage in battle, and I always achieved results in subjugating bandits and monsters. I, who was treated only as a nuisance in my hometown, can be a hero on the battlefield. All of that is thanks to Lord Lespar taking me into his service."

That is why she fights for Lespar. This story came up as a way to pass the time while we were idle during our night watch.

In the dead of night, in the darkness where only the orange flames of the campfire flickered, only our upper bodies were illuminated and floating in the light. From inside the tent pitched nearby, a thunderous snoring could be heard.

"...Good grief, the Knight Commander is snoring quite loudly again tonight."

It was a snore so grand it made me wish he’d just succumb to sleep apnea.

"Why is the night watch on a rotation with just you and me, Martha, while the Knight Commander gets to sleep full-time? And he gets the tent all to himself?"

"Lord Lespar is the one undergoing the trial. He is the principal figure; we are merely his attendants. It is our duty to ensure he can face the trial in perfect physical condition."

"I suppose you're right."

I couldn't argue with such flawless logic.

"If you have time to complain, why don't you hurry up and sleep? It is my turn to be on watch."

Even if I were to sleep, it would be on the ground under the night sky. Well, falling asleep while looking up at the stars is poetic enough, I suppose. Oh, look—it’s cloudy tonight.

"I wanted to talk to you a bit before I sleep, Martha."

"With me? You are a strange man. Even my colleagues in the Order fear and avoid me."

"No way. Martha, you're so cute."

The moment I said that, I heard Martha cough violently. Since it was a cough from that massive frame, the sheer wind pressure almost blew out the campfire.

"You! Don't tease people! Someone like me being 'cute'...!"

"But you are cute, aren't you?"

"In what way!? Everyone says they wouldn't even think of embracing a woman this big!"

Who the hell says that? A man who looks at a woman and doesn't want to have sex isn't a man; he has no value as a living being.

"That reminds me, I've wanted to ask this for a while..."

"What?"

"Martha, have you ever been held by Lespar?"

"Gfu-hoh!?"

Martha’s cough was so violent this time that small pieces of firewood were blown everywhere. Crap, is there going to be a fire!? ...Wait, it's okay.

"How can you say something so irreverent! Why would Lord Lespar ever desire someone like me!?"

"I just thought that since you revere him so much, you might have served as his bedchamber attendant at least once. So, you haven't?"

"Of course not!"

What, is Lespar impotent? To not lay a hand on such a massive beauty who adores him.

"H-He is royalty! Eventually, he will receive a consort from an appropriate lineage... surely a princess of noble blood and dazzling beauty. There is no way Lord Lespar, in such a blessed position, would turn his gaze toward a giant woman like me!"

"Really? If I were your superior, I'd use my position to force a relationship on a beauty like you and fuck you every single day."

"I told you!"

Her reaction was so cute I wanted to tease her a bit more. ...Ah, yes. Time to reveal my hidden talent.

"(Imitating Lespar's voice) 'Martha! I order you to report for bedchamber duty!'"

"Lord Lespar!? Whoa, that sounds exactly like him!?"

Behold—this is one of my forty-eight secret arts: vocal mimicry! This particular skill has nothing to do with being a [Polemaster]; it’s a talent I developed through practice and research!

"(Imitating Lespar's voice) 'As the Commander of the Eighth Knight Order, I command you! Martha, I appoint you as my personal sexual relief officer! It is the duty of a female knight to process the Commander's libido with her body!'"

"Stop it! Lord Lespar would never say such a thing!"

She sounded like some obsessed fangirl. She clearly has an ideal image of Lespar that must not be broken. But it's also a fact that breaking such an ideal image provides an even greater thrill.

"(Imitating Lespar's voice) 'Martha, you are beautiful.'"

"Ugh...!?"

"(Imitating Lespar's voice) 'Though your body is large, it is womanly and shapely. I want to violate your female form as I please, strike my hips against those massive buttocks, and pour my semen deep into your womb to get you pregnant.'"

"Uuuuuu...!?"

To be clear, I am the one saying these words that are nothing short of sexual harassment, but the quality of the voice was brought as close to Lespar as possible through mimicry.

...I took a water basin nearby and poured it over the campfire. With a sizzle, the fire went out, and the area was plunged into the darkness of the night. Now that we couldn't even see each other's faces, my imitation of Lespar became even harder to distinguish from the real thing. After all, in total darkness, one can only identify a person by their voice.

"(Imitating Lespar's voice) 'Now, Martha, take off your clothes and spread your legs. I shall grant you the honor of being touched by me, Lespar, Commander of the Eighth Knight Order.'"

"You mustn't, Lord Lespar... please forgive me...!"

With her vision sealed and being whispered to in the darkness, Martha’s reason was being eroded. I reached out and touched her. Even in the dark, I managed to undo the buckles of her armor and strip away her shell. Eventually, the hard, cold sensation of metal transmitted through my palms turned into the soft warmth of a woman's body.

"(Imitating Lespar's voice) 'Is this the feel of Martha's buttocks? They are so large I can barely wrap my arms around them. Truly fitting to serve as the nighttime partner for Lespar, Commander of the Eighth Knight Order.'"

"Ahhh, no. Do not toy with me...! If you embrace someone like me, it will stain your reputation, Lord Lespar...!"

Martha must truly revere Lespar from the bottom of her heart. Even though she should have known from the start that it was just my imitation, she was radiating the bashfulness of a maiden, as if she were actually facing the real Lespar.

Deep down, Martha herself must have wanted to be held by him. That’s why, in this situation where dream and reality were blurred, she had become like a virgin in love.

...I had only intended this as a bit of teasing, but since the atmosphere had become this erotic, I had no choice but to push forward with the flow.

"(Imitating Lespar's voice) 'Martha, can you feel this?'"

"Hiiiii!?"

In the darkness, I took off my pants and exposed my erect penis. I then began to slap Martha’s massive buttocks with it: Slap-slap. That lewd vibration would surely reach her through the surface of her skin.

"(Imitating Lespar's voice) 'One last confirmation. Regardless of your will, I shall thrust this cock into your hole. Choose: be violated by force, or offer your chastity to your lord as a loyal subject.'"

"............"

After a short silence, Martha’s answer came back.

"I... I am Lord Lespar's subordinate. If you desire it, I will offer both my purity and my life."

I’m actually not Lespar, though. Martha should know that, too, but she was completely immersed in the roleplay.

"Please use this body as you like, Lord Lespar. It is my duty to be of use to you."

I wonder how serious she actually was. Was she aware that she was surrendering her chastity so cheaply by indulging in a delusion? Not that I’m the type of man to stop now.

I thrust my penis into the vaginal opening I had been given permission to enter without hesitation. Squelch-slurp-slurp-slurp...!

"Fu-hoooooooo!?"

It was in. Inside Martha’s vagina. The fact that I could accurately pierce her female hole with my meat pole even in the pitch black of night must be the fruit of my long years of experience. Having already had experiences with hundreds of women, my body seems to have memorized the movements to hit the mark even when blindfolded.

"Uoh... ❤️❤️ Uohhhhhhhhh! ❤️❤️ Onh-onh! ❤️❤️"

Immediately after our genitals joined, Martha let out moans like a cow. Being so massive, even her moans were grand and powerful. It was exciting.

I had actually ended up having sex with Martha. My penis was now perfectly wrapped in Martha’s lustful flesh. While it was pure heaven, I also couldn't help but think how sudden this development was. To sleep together within just a few days of meeting.

It's true that Martha’s massive physique is overwhelming, but her features are well-formed, and her breasts and buttocks are rounded and attractive—she is a beautiful woman. I had thought that I’d like to have sex with her eventually, but to think it would happen so effortlessly just through vocal mimicry.

Well, regardless of the process, the fact that we did it is real. At this moment, Martha’s body belongs to me. This giant body is my personal sexual relief machine. Following my base desires, I slammed my hips against her: 

"Oh-hohhhhhh! ❤️❤️ Nfuuuuuu! ❤️❤️ Lord Lespar! ❤️❤️ Lord Lesparrrrrr! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

The way Martha lost herself during intercourse was clearly that of a woman, not a knight. A woman unable to hide her joy at being united with the man she loves.

Even though, in reality, it was a completely different man pretending to be the man she loves.

"I'm so happy! ❤️❤️ Martha is so happy to receive Lord Lespar's favor! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

But I’m not Lespar.

I expected the giant Martha to have a loose vagina due to its diameter, but it was exactly the opposite—it was incredibly tight. In fact, it felt as though she were trying to squeeze me with her entire massive body; I felt like my penis might be torn off. The pressure was so intense I hallucinated that I was being gripped by a hand. Martha’s pussy—is it not a legendary masterpiece?

It’s such a waste that she hasn't provided this to a man until now.

"(Imitating Lespar's voice) 'This is good! The taste of Martha's vagina is excellent! As expected of the genitals of a female knight belonging to my Order!'"

"I am honored to receive Lord Lespar's praise... ❤️❤️ Please, enjoy Martha's hole even more... ❤️❤️"

Again, I wondered how she was perceiving the current situation. Even if I was imitating Lespar, she must have known the person violating her wasn't him.

By the way, the real Lespar... Zzzzzzzzzzzzz... The loud snoring could still be heard from across the tent. Zzzzzz... It stopped for a moment, then started again. Zzzzzzzzzzzz. Does he seriously have sleep apnea?

Well, that doesn't matter. I have the chance to ravage Martha’s vagina right now. Enjoying this pleasure to my heart's content is the most important thing!

"Ihyiiiiii! ❤️❤️ Oh! ❤️❤️ Ohooooooooo! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Lord Lespar! ❤️❤️ Lord Lesparrrrrrrrr! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

Martha’s buttocks were so large that striking them with my hips produced a tremendously heavy and thick sound of flesh. At the same time, it gave my penis the ultimate sensation of friction—she was undoubtedly a masterpiece.

As expected, I couldn't endure such strong stimulation for very long.

"(Imitating Lespar's voice) 'I'm about to ejaculate, Martha! Inside your vagina is fine, right!? You don't mind if I pour my semen into you, do you!?'"

"I... I shouldn't... ❤️❤️ It is the role of a noble woman to bear Lord Lespar's child... ❤️❤️ If I were to get pregnant, it would hinder the management of your house... ❤️❤️"

Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang! The sound of my hips striking Martha’s great buttocks was so pleasant I couldn't stop.

"(Imitating Lespar's voice) 'Never mind the details! Do you want to carry the child of Lespar, Commander of the Eighth Knight Order, or not! Which is it!?'"

"...! ❤️❤️ I want to! ❤️❤️ I want to bear Lord Lespar's child!❤️❤️❤️❤️"

"Good!!"

Semen was expelled at the end of a tremendous surge of desire. It was poured directly and mercilessly into the depths of the vagina it had been thrust into.

"Umo... ❤️❤️ Umoooooooo... ❤️❤️ Lord Lespar's semen is inside my vagina... ❤️❤️ I'm so happy... ❤️❤️"

The truth is, it’s my semen, not Lespar’s.

In the end, I had sex with her while pretending to be Lespar until the very finish. With the giant, alluring body of Martha. For her, was it nothing more than masturbation using my penis, performed under the delusion of intimacy with her lord, Lespar?

Even so, it felt incredibly good for me. And the fact that I had sex with Martha won't disappear.

However, thinking that we would finally step into the Fire Spirit's habitat the next morning while carrying this awkward atmosphere, I couldn't help but feel a bit of anxiety.

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