[Chapter 15] The Great Forest of Another World : Strong Essence Pill

"Hey ... are you still at it?"

　The unit leader woman irritably asks the subordinates close at hand.

"One shot each."

　This is the rule when the Empire captures a man.

　Yet, no matter how long they waited, Ronia did not come out.

　No matter how much she gave up first place, the next one was still waiting.

　She wants to cool down, too, and she can't tolerate any more monopolies.

The captain ... is a little strange. ...

"What?"

　The commander woman frowns and wonders at her subordinate brusque reply.

"What is it?"

"That's ... no, it's ... better if you actually see it."

"...?"

　Right in front of the tent.

　The unit commander was led there as she was led, and a bizarre scene unfolded.

　The women, all excited, were eavesdropping on what was going on inside the tent, comforting themselves and being very supportive.

"Perverts!"

　The commander said this in a mocking manner, but with no particular intention of making fun of them.

　It's been a long day for women, after all. Every woman would masturbate to quell her arousal after eavesdropping on a man being ... humiliated by a woman.

　It is fair to say that the previous line also contains a sense of self-mockery.

　The woman herself is in the middle of a flare-up of sexual desire that is rising and not subsiding.

"This is ... awesome."

　The unit commander sniffs and clears her throat.

　The tent is emitting an animal-like scream from inside.

　It is no longer a charming cry. I don't know whether it is from pleasure or fear. But there was the cry of a man driven to an unimaginable degree.

"You Ronia Ilfite. How violently you are. This might mean I've already had less fun later."

　What is meant by "less fun" is that the man has been broken by the end of the humiliation.

　The male organ itself may be usable if it is drugged, but if it is broken, you can't enjoy the reaction. The unit commander is slightly discouraged and says: "No, no"

"C-captain"

"What?"

　--Here we go again, with another stilted response.

　The usually lecherous subordinate, now flushed and gulping, is feeling a little disconcerted.

"What is it?　Tell me."

"..., I thought you might like to take a look inside to see what's going on"

"Inside?"

The unit commander still wondered.

　What is there to see inside?

　Isn't there the usual scene of women laying waste to men?

　And so the troop leader hangs hee hand on the tent and says

"Ehhh? ..."

　- exclaimed.

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　Throwing the syringe away.

　Ronia licked her lips as if to say that this is just the beginning.

　Although she was temporarily overcome by a wave of pleasure, it was the physical strength of a first-class warrior plus the sexual desire of a woman with too much on her plate. She would not be satisfied with a single act.

"haaah, nhh... my body is hot...!"

　The man who is assembled underneath, Sota cannot hide his surprise at the heat that seems to be slowly burning him.

　As well as sweating, his heart palpitates and his brain slows down. His vision began to blur and he felt as if the engine had been forced to rev up, leaving him confused.

　Sota stiffened penis glistened in the orange of the oil lamp in the room.

　Its hardness and thickness exceeded those of the previous days. An uncontrollable arousal engulfed Sota's entire body, and soon all he could think about was ejaculating.

　Ronia tongue, which is like nectar, crawls around Sota's lips and mouth without restraint.

　There is no love.

　There is only lust.

　Rather than devouring, the kiss is more like sucking up the saliva in Sota's mouth.

　The obscene sound of their saliva entwining with each other saliva and the occasional sound of their smoky breaths burn the marrow of Sota's brain. The temperature in the tent rises further, which makes the sweet body odour of Ronia smell even thicker.

"Haa... haa...."

　Without a word, Ronia accepted Sota rigid cock back into her body.

　The sensation of Sota penis cutting into the rough folds of her flesh made Ronia shudder with delight.

　Her mouth, or rather her facial muscles, relaxed sloppily, and saliva spilled from the edges of her lips, a look that those who know Ronia, who has fought a hundred battles, would not have imagined.

　Soon after, the pistoning begins.

　Ronia pistons, which seemed to swing down, made a watery sound each time her small, shallow, burnt buttocks slammed against Sota thighs. Ronia love juice, which was secreted to the extent that it could be described as a flood, even formed a puddle.

"Ohh ... ugh ... ugh, hmmm ..."

　The extraction was repeated again, and Ronia was even more aroused and aroused by Sota's writhing response.

　Her own vagina was pleasing the man. The first time she saw him, she was so excited that she was even more excited.

"Ora! ~ Ora!　It feels good, doesn't it?"

　Monotonous, but wild.

　Even Sota is aroused by the sexual act of devouring pleasure as per instinct.

　Perhaps it's the drugs, but his head is not spinning. But right now, all he could think about was planting his seed in the female in front of him. Or perhaps it would be more correct to say that it was the only thing on his mind.

"Roni...a-...aaaa-ugh...!"

"Let it out!　It's still the second time...!　Don't hesitate...!　The effect of the drug is still ..."

Aahhh, ...!

　It's almost like a shat ejaculation.

"Ha ha ...!"

　The moment when a man is spewing semen inside her is the moment when a woman's self-esteem is most fulfilled.

　The first time she did this, she was a little more than a year older than the first time she did it.

　Looking down at the writhing Sota, a tingling, pleasant sensation crawls through her whole body.

　Lonia shivered with a sense of accomplishment and fulfilment.

(It's good, after all.)

　To conquer and subdue a good man is a woman's true desire.

　She realises once again that a kingdom that does not exploit men is still foolish.

　Trembling and shaking, Ronia once again fell onto Sota chest. The first time, she was a little bit scared, but she was still very happy.

(The third time will be after a little water supply. ...)

　Raising herself a little heavier, she raised herself from the bed and tried to reach for the water bag at her side - and then...

"Eh?"

　--turned and rolled onto the bed.

"Haaa-haahh...."

　In front of me is the face of Sota, who is in full heat.

　His face is flushed, his eyes are black and white, and it's hard to tell if he's sane or not.

　He forcefully restrains Ronia wrists, sets her on her back, and then places his rod, which knows nothing of decay, into the crevice of her folds of flesh.

"Ah, hey, ..... calm down a bit - !"

　Words do not wait.

　Sota skewered Ronia with his rigidity with ease.

　The hardness and thickness increased even further.

"Ro~ni~a~...!"

"Hey, hey!　Wait a minute..."

　--The night has only just begun.