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Sir Caroline is, first and foremost, a knight.

And knights have their needs. She’s well aware of this, as well as the various ways soldiers have of meeting those needs. It’s not as if this is a new concept to her. This is far from the first time she’s seen men lining up to take their turn at a hastily constructed box – or rather, more specifically, the holes in said box.

However, it is the first time she has been so… intimately acquainted with the person inside it.

Quanyii’s high-pitched moans and wails are tantalizingly familiar, although on this occasion they’re louder, more violent than Caroline usually hears. She can’t tell if Quanyii is hamming it up for the waiting crowds, or if she simply enjoys being fucked anonymously by stranger after stranger after stranger. All she knows is that listening to her wife’s obvious and intense pleasure has her own loins burning with arousal.

The breathy cries and whines break off as another knight presents himself to the hole, replaced by muffled but enthusiastic moans and slurping sounds.

For now, Caroline keeps her distance, observing the comings and goings. She watches the knights fidgeting with anticipation as they wait, sees how they fumble with their clothing when they reach the box. She regards their expressions as they sheathe themselves in Quanyii’s loose, fucked out cunt, literally dripping wet with the spend of countless men before them, imagines the bliss they must be feeling when their eyes flutter and their mouths fall open, even as her own face remains carefully blank. She casts a critical eye when the soldiers fuck into her, this one deep and hard, that one shy and hesitant, the next licking just a fraction of the waterfall of cum out of her pussy, yet another pumping his hips fast and desperate before sinking into Quanyii with a groan, leaving even more white liquid inside her before another steps up to take his place.

Through it all are those obscene, slick sounds of her cunt, the slap of skin on skin, the groans and pants of the men, and floating up above it all, Quanyii’s enticing, exquisite moans, cries, whines, begging and praising, before it’s inevitably cut off when she sucks another cock into her mouth to lavish her tongue over it and take the solder’s staff deep down her throat, making lewd gagging and slurping noises. It’s quite the spectacle.

Finally, the queue dwindles down to nothing, and one man grasps the edges of the box, struggling to stay upright as he gasps through his orgasm, before the final knight’s hips stutter and he grunts, then pulls out, releasing the flood of semen to spill out of her exposed cunt – the only part of her that’s visible.

Only when all of the other knights are finished does Caroline approach the box.

Quanyii’s pussy is a delectable sight. The dark hair around it is tangled and streaked with white, her lips are flushed bright pink and swollen, and all between is a mess of cum. Caroline’s heart races as she considers just how many men have used her wife tonight, and she reaches out to drag a finger through the sticky mix of all their spend, from Quanyii’s gaping hole right up to her clit.

Quanyii jumps and gasps at the touch, then writhes and whines when Caroline circles around her sensitive bundle of nerves, hot and swollen.

“Too much, too much!”

“Don’t be absurd. You can take it. You’ve proved that quite evidently.” As Caroline presses down hard, Quanyii’s pussy flutters and more cum spills out. “You little slut. You loved that, didn’t you?”

“I did – oh – oh! I did, it felt so good, I loved taking all those cocks, taking everyone who wanted a bit of me – oh, oh, ah, Caroline!”

Caroline scissors open her three fingers, thrust knuckle deep into her wife’s loose hole without warning.

“I can tell. Look at you. You just opened your legs for every knight in this cohort, and they didn’t even care. To them you’re just a set of holes.”

“That’s the best part!” Quanyii wails.

Caroline shakes her head. She’s impossibly turned on from watching and listening to Quanyii get fucked all night. She can’t believe the things that Quanyii likes – but since she’s soaked through her underwear and probably her pants too, she doesn’t really have a leg to stand on.

But she isn’t the one in the box.

With no further ado, she starts thrusting her fingers in and out of Quanyii, hard and deep and as fast as she can possible move.

Quanyii screams at the brutal speed, already so overstimulated, but Caroline doesn’t let up for a moment. Instead, she adds her fourth finger. Even that slips inside Quanyii easily, with how loose and lubricated she is from the countless fucks she’s already had. Caroline keeps going, fucking her full tilt, curving her fingers upward to brush the rough, sensitive patch inside, and when she does that Quanyii shrieks, long and loud, and her walls pulse around Caroline’s hand. She doesn’t slow her pace at all, not until Quanyii’s yelps quieten to the barest whimpers.

Then she ceases the rough blasting and pulls her fingers out. For a second she wrinkles her nose at all the knight’s cum which coats her hand, and pulls out a handkerchief to wipe herself clean. She takes a breath and adjusts herself.

Then she marches around to the other side of the box. She’s waited all night while her wife serviced other knights.

Now it’s her turn.