Saint knight Osric The Horny Holy Seal

How are your days in the Church?

Father is my childhood friend and a man I can trust. I hope you are not having a hard time, but if you need any help, please do not hesitate to ask him.

Compared to the days in the castle, I am sure that you must have many inconveniences as you are busy preparing meals, getting ready for bed, and doing other chores that need to be done on a daily basis.

However, I heard that the children of the church are taking the initiative to work along with the children of other churches.

I was moved to tears.

Your late mother would have been pleased. With your personality and resourcefulness, I am sure you would have made friends of your own age.

I wonder why such a man should be forced to flee his homeland. ...... I am truly sorry for my inability to help her.

But God never gives us trials that have no meaning.

My Prince.

I am sure that the path you are on will be rewarded one day.

I, Osric, am prepared to assist you in any way I can.

The guild, which I have been striving to work for day by day, has finally been able to help me with a large project.

I will gather the armor and people, and one day, I will return triumphantly to the Holy King's City, and I am sure that I will be able to ----

The knight Osric stopped writing the letter and put on a mysterious face. He let the candlelight shine through the letter and glanced at the sentence he had written.

'......... mmm.'

He then scratched his short honey-colored head of hair with a smile on his face.

"......Well, that's another mistake. I should not have used the word "prince ......!　Hmmm, I have to rewrite it again, this is the sixth time. How very bad, the opposition we defeated the other day is much more formidable than those who write letters, ha ha ha ......!　Nuh ......"

He laughed, got in trouble, laughed again, crumpled the paper into a small ball, and the knight tossed the trash into the wastebasket with masterful control.

"Now with ......."

The candle that had been lit when he started writing the letter was now much shorter, and the moon was climbing high.

But the knight was undaunted, and resumed his laborious task of writing.

"But a prince is a prince,...... umm,...... what else would you call him,...... a difficult one."

He faced the blank paper with a troubled smile and a very serious face.

There was not the slightest hint of fear in his appearance. The fact that he is wanted as a major criminal in his home country is unimaginable to those who don't know him.

--Osric, the former holy knight.

A bloody holy knight.

A villain who pretends to be a knight.

The one who shattered the crown.

A man who betrayed his country, killed a prince, and hid out somewhere looking for his next prey, a devil in human form.

A man rumored to be .......

These are all fake information spread by the man himself.

All for the sake of his beloved prince ......, the second prince of his homeland whom he is supposed to have killed.

He was almost assassinated, and he is hiding him in the church to one day lead him to where he belongs. Osric turned his back on the previous king, his relatives, and his knightly oath.

For the sake of his prince, he has been doing unfamiliar quests in the guild, saving his money, and one day, he will return to his homeland.

The road was still halfway there.

No, it was a long way off.

"Noooo, this quill pen. The story was that the magic applied to it would make the words flow more lightly, but it seems that I'm not very good with magic ......."

Osric regretfully turned the quill with his thick fingertips.

The quill pen he had bought on the wooing of a street vendor was something that anyone with even the slightest knowledge of magic would have known had no spell, blessing, or enchantment attached to it.

If he had the same level of skepticism as other people, he would not have purchased such a pen.

However, Osric did not doubt it, and lamented that it was his "peculiar constitution.

But now I can give up. After all, I should be more frugal and make the day of the prince's arrival a little sooner.

I need money, after all, to return home.

A trustworthy escort.

A donation to the church.

Bribes to the gatekeeper.

And above all, to restore relations with the first prince.

Even Osric, who was thoroughly illiterate outside of the doctrines and teachings of the knights, understood that the situation could not be resolved by just saying all the words he could think of. For that, he needed what is called money.

"I will not give up!　Every drop of blood in my body is for the prince!"

Osric clenched his fist forcefully. The quill broke noiselessly in his hand.

"Noooooooooo, this is the third one!"

A stifled, wild scream echoed through the inn at night.

Osric then resumed writing again, but his progress was even slower than before.

It was not because of a loss of concentration.

In the first place, it was not only his stupidity that caused him to make such a blunder as breaking a quill pen.

"............muuu......."

The knight, who was just sitting there writing a letter, was sweating all over if you looked closely. The knight was breathing heavily, his muscles were tense, and his face was slightly flushed.

I thought, "Noooooooo...... well, it hasn't been that long since my last seizure,......muuuuu......."

Osric, with an irresistible look on his face, methodically undid the clasps of the armor he was wearing. The armor that seemed to bind him was removed, revealing white muscles, short body hair, and a thin, luminous "crest" from within.

The man's face was a little darker than before, but he was still able to see the man's face, and he was able to see the man's face.

Above the crotch.

The mass of magical power shines in that place where the pubic hair is cleanly shaved.

As the suspicious light intensified, Osric's strong body turned his head.

Sweat rises like steam from his body wrapped in a tight suit.

When it entered his own nose, a sweet, numbing smell mingled with the man's sour scent. Today.

"Mmmmm ......"

What had been contained thanks to my concentration on the writing of the letter, came to the surface all at once as soon as I became aware of it.

Excitement, lust, rutting.

The symptoms, which can be described in a variety of words, come to one simple conclusion.

After all, Osric was irresistible and had an erection.

"Muuu...... prince, I will show you ...... that I will endure......."

This is not because he is an unusual bellicose man.

Nor is this because he has been bewitched.

What was tormenting him was the side effects of his vow of holy knighthood.

An oath that all the knights of the kingdom have engraved on their bodies.

It is the great magic circle of the whole country that gives them unparalleled power in the observance of celibacy, loyalty, and justice.

One part of it was tormenting his groin area.

"No matter how much I ...... suffer, everything is ...... ♥."

Osric himself still defends justice and loyalty.

But now he is also a traitor who betrayed his country. Whatever the truth, at least in the minds of the people, it is so.

This impossible situation has caused a distortion in the contract, and the holy seal, which should normally disappear, is having the opposite effect.

"Phew... ........., my dick! Oh!　How dare I, this I, utter such words as  dick! Dick, dick, dick, dick, .......♥"

That is, the acceleration of lust and decadence.

Osric clutched his own meat stick and blubbered it with his disgusting hip movements.

"Muuuuuuu......♥"

The sight of it was bewildering, but even more so was the excitement of pleasure.

The Holy Seal is about to turn the Holy Knight into an evil one.

The head is going to be punctured by the muddled excitement, like the smell of sweat after a day's work and the excitement of a muscular body.

"Oh ...... is ah......♥"

Suddenly ...... Osric remembered the quill pen he was clutching. The eyes staring at it change into a melancholy and pathetic shape.

Oh, my, how good it would feel to stroke this big dick of mine with ...... this ...... this ...... one stroke.

Oh, do not do such a thing.

It is unbecoming of a holy knight to seek pleasure with such a tool.

Lust, abstinence, and excitement.

All of them occurred in my brain at the same time, collided, popped, and only one remained.

"Ha ...... ha hihi ......."

An arm reaches down to the lower half of his body.

'Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ♥♥♥"

Osric stroked the underside of his erection with soft feathers.

"I've never tasted such stimulation before. ......Hmmm, what's this musing... ......My cock... ♥♥♥♥"

Osric flapped his lower body in a violent and pathetic flurry, and his whole body screamed.

The Holy Seal glowed more intensely.

"Aaah ......♥ Such deeds are unforgivable, but I can't stop ♥♥♥♥"

Osric's heroic body is dominated by a few feathers and a few holy marks.

The more obedient a knight he is, the stronger the glow.

"Hah ...... hah ...... prince, I have never betrayed my country ...... people or you. I just can't help my dick ♥"

Osric wept with excitement and pleasure as he explained to the one thing dearer to him than his own life.

"I will never be defeated by something like this...♥"

Osric declared emphatically. He teased his cock hard.

The tip of his cock was dripping like tears.

His testicles sperm violently.

Sweat poured from his whole body.

But even in this state, Osric's words were not falsehoods or delusions.

In fact, if you ask the church or the Mages Guild, the removal ...... or reduction of this holy seal is not a difficult matter. The holy seal is not a curse, but an oath.

But Osric did not do so.

He didn't want his pride to be hurt by the leakage of ...... information or the weakening of his power, rather than by his own disgusting appearance, his nightly debauchery, and the like.

Even if his body ached every night, he would ......

For the sake of the prince, I endure. Just to be silent and endure this whirlwind of arousal and obscenity.

That is Osric's "vow" now.

"Yes, my name is Osric, and I am a knight among knights who has sworn an oath♥"

Osric crossed his arms tightly as he barked this.

Endure. I will endure. I will not be defeated by desire.

I'll endure more intensely than I did yesterday and the day before! My whole body is going ...... crazy ♥"

But his cock, teased to the verge of ejaculation, had already become erect to the point that it was too late. It was so much so that he could only taste his own pride and humiliation, and get extreme pleasure from it.

"Haa...... haa...... cock...... cock...... cock...... oh ♥♥♥"

The words flood out of my mouth almost involuntarily.

My head is dominated by them.

Dick, don't let dick get the better of you.

No matter how good it feels, no matter how much it makes my dick squish, no matter how much I want to shake my hips, no matter how much it makes my ass tingle, I will not lose.

He will not be defeated. A knight does not lose. He will not lose.

"Oh, why, I'm just trying to ...... bear it, I'm just trying to bear it♥"

But it was precisely at the moment when he showed his pride as a knight so powerfully that the biggest "wave" pierced Osric's entire body.

"I'm - I'm rugged, I'm strong, I'm strong, I'm strong, I'm strong! I - I tried to endure it robustly, heroically, and knightly ♥ My cock, why? My knightly cock!"

Ejaculation. Ejaculate.

I ejaculate.

Osric stared at his own erect cock betraying him.

The thickness, the length, and the smell.

The moment he smelled the aromatic male, Osric's whole body convulsed.

"Oh ♥♥ Knight--cock oh oh oh ♥♥♥."

It was an eruption of male juices even more violent than the fierce knight's yell.

The Holy Knight's defeat and oath became ejaculate, splashing into Osric's golden head of hair, into his beard, and all over his body.

"Oh ...... letter to ...... hah ...... hah, prince ...... prince. ......."

Minutes after the ejaculation.

Osric, having regained his sanity, washed his hands over and over again with great care and once again returned to his interrupted writing.

He rounded his back, breathed heavily, and sat down in a small chair with his back slightly raised.

Prince ...... please just take care of yourself.

If you are under any troublesome spell, please notify the priest immediately.

Please pray that the prince may escape suffering and temptation.

This Osric, that is all I wish.