Deep-throating and cumming takes a long time to master. The knight was forced to keep her mouth open, unable to swallow, so after just two spurts, the cum overflowed as she coughed.
Seeing that, Zhao Xuan simply pulled out and sprayed thick loads all over the saint-knight's body.
After more than a minute, when he'd finished, the knight no longer looked like herself.
Her golden hair, white clothes and armor, black-gloved arms — and of course her delicate face — were all covered in the man's pungent semen, especially her face, which was practically plastered with the milky fluid.
The knight barely managed to open her eyes. She was shocked by the terrifying volume he'd produced. She wiggled her bound arms, signaling she wanted to be untied so she could clean up.
But Zhao, seized by a surge of mischief, didn't grant her request right away. Instead, he forced her legs together, grabbed a black oil-based marker from nearby, lifted her skirt, and wrote something on her exposed thigh.
The knight, still immersed in her role, didn't struggle, letting him have his way.
Zhao tossed the marker aside, satisfied with his handiwork.
The saint-knight, covered in cum and barely able to open one eye, now had, beneath her lifted skirt, the words written in black: "White Cum Saint."
After snapping a few more photos, Zhao happily untied her arms and gave her ass a hard smack, signaling she could clean up.
Seeing he had no intention of untying her legs, Bai Lvdi understood his meaning. Without hesitation, she lowered herself, knees and palms on the floor, and began crawling slowly toward the bathroom.
The gag kept her mouth open, and a mix of saliva and undrained cum trickled down, staining the black stockings covering her shapely legs…
A few minutes later, the sound of running water stopped. The cleaned knight crawled back out, her hips swaying seductively. From her mouth and pussy, traces of honey and nectar dripped onto the carpet, forming lewd silver threads between the two spots.
She'd removed the shoulder armor; her delicate shoulders were covered only by the thin white outer garment and a cape — clearly noticing Zhao's earlier trouble trying to undress her.
Her enormous breasts bounced with every movement, threatening to burst from the clothing. Seeing that, Zhao's cock quickly hardened again.
This time, he didn't bind her arms behind her. Instead, he picked up the metal rod with rings at both ends and one in the middle.
Its purpose wasn't hard to guess.
"Raise your hands to the same height as your neck," Zhao commanded. As she followed, he opened the rod, fitted the middle ring around her neck, and locked her wrists into the two end rings, forcing her into a rigid T-pose she couldn't change.
That made moving even harder. She tried several times to crawl onto the bed but failed. Finally, Zhao picked her up in a princess carry.
Bai was tall, stacked, and curvaceous — not light — but Zhao, with Strength 14, had no problem. With a heave, he tossed her onto the bed.
Faced with that tempting body, Zhao couldn't hold back. He pounced, grabbed the round neckline of her torn white top, and yanked.
Riiip—
Despite decent fabric quality, Zhao's raw strength in the moment shredded it down the middle, exposing the massive bust propped up by the waist armor.
Naturally, he had to decorate such a sight. But first, he buried his face between those mountains, inhaling deeply.
He'd always wanted to do this with Lin Jingjing, but her 32E couldn't fully cover his nose and mouth. Bai's could.
He explored her chest with kisses, covering every inch, then sucked her left nipple.
No milk, of course, but the suction alone gave Zhao immense pleasure. If he weren't worried about damaging her perfect form, he might have bitten harder.
Pinned beneath him, the knight was already burning with unsatisfied lust. After servicing him orally, her body craved more. Now his lips and tongue assaulted her sensitive spots, and her muffled protests — blocked by the gag — were useless to Zhao in his excitement.
"Saint, from now on you'll be my personal cow. I'll make you lactate for me to drink." After sucking for a while, Zhao decided that wasn't enough — he wanted to fully exploit the potential of those magnificent mounds.
He wondered if lactation drugs were even available, squeezing her cherry-red nipples. The knight nodded fearfully — milk production meant body modification, and while she'd accepted her chest would be played with endlessly, this was a step beyond her limits.
Zhao didn't care about her feelings. She was past the point of retreat.
"Put on these two things you brought."
He picked up two small clamps — SM-grade, with serrated teeth and a fierce bite. They'd clamp tight to tender nipples, causing agony, and if tugged during movement, could tear them off.
Bai regretted not checking the package contents earlier. The earlier clamps had been mild, rubber-tipped toys; these were the real deal.
Zhao slid stiff tags into each pendant, writing "bitch" and "sex slave." Amid the knight's blushing screams, he fastened them to her peaks.
Now kneeling on the bed, her former noble aura was gone. Her golden hair, though cleaned, still had streaks of white cum. Her red lips were forced apart by the black strap gag, drool trickling onto her torn top.
Shoulder armor and cape were gone; the pure white robe was brutally ripped, revealing porcelain skin and astonishing breasts. Pale areolas framed pink nipples cruelly clamped, chains linking tags that declared her fallen status.
Her pale arms were raised, locked in a metal rod with neck and wrists immobilized. Her black-stockinged legs were bound thigh-to-calf, forcing her to crawl. Skirt lifted, the "absolute territory" was visible, and higher still, a hint of dark curls.
That blend of elegance and lewdness broke Zhao's restraint.
After a few photos, he spun her onto her stomach. With hands unable to support her, she was left in a doggy-style position, ass high, chest bearing her weight.
Before deflowering her, Zhao removed the gag.
He pressed his cock to her flower and started spanking hard.
"Ah — Master, no!" Caught off guard, the knight yelped.
Her pussy was already dripping, wetting her stockings. But Zhao's rule was clear: his slave must beg for entry.
"Bark, then beg me to stick it in. Or I'll shove it down your throat again." He pinched her breast hard.
"S-Slut begs… begs Master to insert…" That whisper wasn't enough.
"Louder, be specific — and bark," he said, tugging the clamps on her chest.
"Ah — I'll say it, stop pulling, my nipples'll rip!!" Bai immediately barked, "Woof woof woof! Please, Master, ram your big cock into this little slut's wet pussy and fill this slave's empty body!"
Zhao wanted more humiliation, but training had to be gradual, and his cock was aching. He lined up with her soaked slit and thrust in hard.