"You. Archer."

Viron blinked and lowered his bow from the stag in his sights as he turned to the armored woman at the base of the clearing. 'Hmm, she's quite silent for such a bulky plate,' he mused before he offered his usual charm. "Ah, you are Sully's daughter, yes?" he greeted her with a suave smile.

"Kjelle - keep it out of your mouth," she growled.

"Ah, such harsh steel from such a lovely lady," he shook his head and lamented. Which only made the daughter of Sully even more sour as she crossed her heavily plated arms.

"Spare it, you lech," she snarled as she remained at the edge of the treeline. The sun glinted off her well-kept armor and gleamed with an almost sinister edge for the archest of archers in her narrowed gaze. "I'm going to give you a warning - stay away from my mother. And my friends."

Virion set his bow at his back as he approached her with a slow, meaningful gait. His hands remained up in a disarming gesture as he shook his head and declared without a hint of deceit. "I've no intents against you, milady - you have my word."

"I trust those words about as far as I can throw them. And you," Kjelle scoffed.

The archer said nothing but merely raised an eyebrow before he glanced down at his svelte, lithe form. It took the future knight a bit of time to realize her gaffe before she scoffed and sputtered.

"N-Nevermind that!" Kjelle snapped with a rosy mask on her cheeks. She glared daggers at the smug, suave man as her body steamed in her plate.

"AH, I see the issue," Virion finally declared, much to her confusion. "You are in need of Virion's magic fingers for your weary body, aren't you?" he mused.

"Hah, I'd like to see you tr-"


Clang!

"Eep!"

"Ah, but these muscles - you've spent far too long in your plate, my dear. It does your skin no good at all," Virion shook his head before he pushed his fingers into her skin. Kjelle gasped and gripped the tree stump, surrounded by the discarded pieces of armor and with only her undersuit and the furthest fringes of her plating still attached. He ignored her squeaks and gasps while he worked with a shocking degree of keen precision and the stoic face of a man who prized his crafts

"Ngh!"

The second -the very moment that he first kneaded her weary flesh it was like an earthquake had ravaged her body. Suddenly she felt the actual weight that had been brought with her from the future and slumped over like she still had her armor on. It made her feel weak. Vulnerable.

And for some scary reason -really, really good.

Virion remained focused on his task as he worked out the copious stress that had seized Kjelle's body. He remained ignorant of her plight while she squirmed and shuddered against his ministrations. She bit her lip and squirmed as she tried so hard to keep her voice at bay.

"A-aah!"

And failed every single time.

It felt good - Naga help her, it truly felt good. For the first time, Kjelle understood what Severa was talking about and it terrified her. "O-Oooh, g-gods," she whimpered.

"My dear, you really should abscond of your armor more - it does no favors to your skin to be locked in that horrid plate all the time," Virion admonished her as his hands shifted down her back. Even with the undercoat on, she still felt his fingers dig through the cloth and into her skin. She arched back on the stump as a sharp, deep gasp escaped her lips.

"Eyah!"

Virion's hands withdrew from her body as he stepped back.

"I believe that should suffic-eep!"

Wham!

The duke of Rosanne gasped as his back slammed into the tree courtesy of the unarmored knight's sudden burst of speed. 'Absurd! I didn't even see her move!' he gawked as she rubbed and writhed against him. For just the briefest of moments, the archest of archers expected to breathe his last as he stared at the bowed head of Sully's daughter.

"D-Don't you dare stop," Kjelle snarled through her heavy pants as she looked at him with flushed cheeks and just the barest hint of tears. He tried to move his arms, only to have them pinned at his sides thanks to her powerful hands. Her state unnerved and concerned VIrion until he realized what she meant…and what she was doing.

RIIIP!

"Hmm?!"

Kjelle's sudden pull on his trousers made him gasp as his cock sprung free and smacked right between her muscular thighs. The sudden impact made her blink before she realized how long he stuck out between her legs. "W-What is-?!"

"I mean…I-I barely felt that?" she tried to walk back her molification. Her poor attempt managed to shake the duke out of his stunned stupor as he quickly pivoted back into his proper place. "Is that so," his lips curled into a smirk as he kept his hands off her body…and slid out of her grasp.

H-Huhh?!" Kjelle's fingers squeezed on air before she turned to see the archer smoothly zip his trousers back up. His free hand ran through his hair as he smiled with a relaxed, composed manner. "Well, I wouldn't wish to waste your time anymore - your prior request will be heeded, milady - farewell," he bowed and turned to leave.

"Wait!"

He shouldn't have - he really, really should've just kept going. But damn his compassionate heart that couldn't bear to leave a maiden in plight. Slowly, cautiously, he turned to her as she shivered and shuddered with her arms wrapped around her. "I…I want you to do your worst?" she mumbled.

"I beg your pardon?" Virion asked her with a raised brow but kept a wide berth. When she shifted and stumbled towards him, he quickly stepped back to keep the gap between them. It riled her up until she finally lashed out.

"You heard me, you…you aristocratic dastard! Do. Your. Worst," she demanded. Goaded him.

Challenged him.

The archer sighed and shook his head, but dared to step forward. His act made her perk up as she tried to retain the fire that quelled within her. His steps through the grass were like lightning in her ear as her thick thighs scraped together. She was still as a statue as the lanky, taller archer's shadow slid up her muscular body.

He stopped - beside her - and leaned into her ear.

"Ah but my dear…I'm afraid you can't handle that," he told her with an uncharacteristic steel in his voice. One that made her eyes bug out before she narrowed them to slits.

"T-Try me," Kjelle snarled through her mask of blush. Her muscles coiled and flexed as she locked eyes with the archer. She could've broken him in two - bent him over her back and left him in a pile in the ground. Didn't matter whose father he was.

That's what she told herself.

Virion looked aside at her with calm, calculating eyes. His gaze stayed calm as he appraised her disheveled state and noted how close to the edge she was. He watched how her muscles spasmed and twitched under a layer of sweat. A noticeable damp patch smeared between her legs as she tried to stay on her feet beside him.

The archer turned to face her, a feat she followed. He looked at the slightly smaller, but more stocky lady…and shook his head. "…Alas, I must decline. Unless-"

He struck fast.

"EYAAAAH"

Kjelle's body exploded into fire around the swift fingers that pressed against her drenched trousers, right over her concealed, erect clit. She crumpled in an instant as her eyes rolled back into a world of orgasmic white. Her sense was left behind as every nerve in her body erupted and left her numb on the ground

Virion looked at his fingers, damp with her arousal before he removed a cloth from his pocket and wiped his fingers clean. "So sensitive…I couldn't possibly take such a lovely maiden's purity," Virion sighed before he turned to the downed girl.

Kjelle remained supine on the ground, face in the dirt. Her constant convulsions and panting made him blink. "My word - are you well, my dear?" he asked her with a raised brow.

"C…Can't….move," she mumbled.

He carefully leaned forward and glanced at the grass around her for any foul ivy or herbs she may have touched. Once he was certain she was clear, he leaned forward and lightly touched her body with the back of his hand.

Hmm…you have no fever. Perhaps you are just dehydrated," he mused before he rose up to his feet. "Stay there - I will get some water," he promised her.

The wind blew through his hair and cooled both the archer and the knight at his feet. "Ah, but this is a lovely breeze - such a fine day indeed. Fret not - I shall return shortly, Kjelle," he vowed before he departed for the nearby spring.

"B-B-Bastard…" the shamed knight grumbled through her burning red cheeks…