Discipline

Author's Notes: this pairing is so funny to me like theres no way credo could handle all that woman.

"I'll have you know that we do not approve of such... behavior in the Order of the Sword," Credo muttered as he circled around a bound Gloria.

Trish, the true identity of the newest member of the cult, tried her best not to smirk at the uptight man's lecture. She could easily escape his bonds but kept herself nice and still. She didn't want this game to end. He threw her over the edge of a chaise. It was then that she couldn't hold back anymore. A cruel laugh tore itself from her throat. "Is this your attempt at discipline? Well. Go ahead. Punish me."

Credo hissed. "Very well."

His gloved hand crashed against "Gloria's" ass. The impact was more than enough to send ripples across her dark flesh. Eventually, her dark skin turned deep red from the intensity of his strikes, though they caused little response from the woman. Another hiss escaped the knight before he took his sword, hand on the scabbard, and pushed the hilt inside of her. Trish gasped as her cunt was violated by the man, but found herself not caring too much. Her walls clung to the hilt as her toes curled inside her boots, as an airy sigh escaped her.

It was Credo's turn to be amused as he watched the powerful demoness squirm under his touch, unaware that she could turn the tables at any second.