Chapter 8 [END]

Nana Pine struggled, but her hands were tied and her legs were pressed against her body, exposing her breasts and private parts to the air in a shameful manner.

"Such a beauty," Langley remarked. "Although she's like a devilish witch, her body is so tempting." She gazed at Nana Pine's snow-white skin with some admiration. If only he had known that these lolita witches were so alluring, he might not have been able to resist seeking out their representatives and training them as his sex slaves.

Nightingale looked utterly hopeless, which only fueled Yorko's desire for conquest even more. Her cold expression was mixed with tears, making Yorko feel an ache in his hardened member.

Anna was passionate and hot-blooded while Nightingale seemed cold and detached from the intense sexual activity around them. One was like an iceberg while the other was like a volcano; Yorko didn't know how to release his pent-up desires anymore. Even Roland hadn't exerted such force on Anna's breasts before.

Yorko knew that Anna wasn't going to succumb so quickly, and it would take time to train Nightingale properly too - but it didn't matter now. No matter what Anna wanted or tried to do, in the face of absolute reality, her efforts would be futile anyway. He really looked forward to seeing if she would completely fall apart when everything boiled over.

It truly was enviable love - this kind of witch who had been nurtured by love could be so satisfying indeed! Yorko could sense Anna's slight skillfulness; although not yet proficient enough for him, it still aroused his lust.

Prince Roland deserved his title after all; he really knew how to train witches well in these matters! But let me handle those other witches instead!

Anna saw Nightingale suffering in pain and seemed to make some decision as she rubbed against Yorko, even sticking out her tongue to lick his nipples. Her agile tongue was hot and could suck and swirl around the nipple.

Sometimes Anna would gently bite him, making Yorko ache slightly before his large member thrust into Nightingale's private parts, causing her to moan softly. Yorko was caught off guard for the first time; he wanted to fuck Nightingale properly so that she would always remember being deflowered by him - even if she saw Roland again in the future, she wouldn't forget that he was the first man. But Anna had launched an attack on him.

"Miss Anna, you're doing well," Yorko said admiringly. "It seems like you've learned all of my techniques very seriously! No wonder you're Prince Roland's strongest witch; from now on, you'll be our top performer! Although it might be a bit tiring for you at times, it will also earn you a lot more money than those other witches who live such miserable lives."

Anna looked pleased and seductive with some indescribable clarity in her eyes - it was really hard to imagine how a witch could be both lewd and pure at the same time.

Although Anna's eyes dimmed slightly when Yorko mentioned Roland's name and stopped licking his nipples momentarily, she soon clung onto him again while grabbing his hand to touch herself down there as if going into heat.

"Yorko... please... I want... your cock..." She moaned sweetly while rubbing against him. It seemed like her sadness earlier had been replaced by lust instead.

"No can do," Yorko replied regretfully. "Today is Nightingale's day of indulgence after all - I fought hard for this right too! It's such a pity though; these noble people make their witches act like lowly prostitutes without letting me deflower them all. But then again, what was I thinking? I'm just a tool they use to get back at Roland; this isn't even my harem! However, with such an obedient and slutty bitch like you, Anna, the future won't be so boring."

Yorko caressed Anna lovingly - her snow-white skin was becoming more and more tempting by the minute. Nightingale's private parts were still tightly clamped around his large member too - it was equally mesmerizing.

"Ah... Yorko... it's so itchy... Anna wants you so badly..." She moaned pitifully while rubbing against him.

Yorko felt a pang of sadness for some reason but thankfully his body remained honest. He didn't know if he felt that way because of a witch's downfall or admiration for those who could do anything for Roland.

I want to be fucked, then I must straighten my position." Watching Anna squirming, Yorko turned back and continued to fuck the Nightingale fiercely.

The Nightingale was extremely conflicted and struggled, but unfortunately fell into Yorko's hands. His demonic hands had already made her body soft to the point where even her painful little hole began to relax and she clearly started feeling some desire.

More and more of her juices entwined with Yorko's meat stick in her small hole. The Nightingale gritted her teeth, but seeing Yorko's lewd smile, it was clear that he knew she was in heat. Her small hole began tightening around his big meat stick.

The Nightingale unconsciously squeezed twice on the big meat stick causing her small hole to instantly tighten again, fitting tightly together.

This comfortable feeling spread throughout the Nightingale's body; she couldn't help but moan a bit. Even Yorko found it difficult to keep control over himself while fucking the tightness of the Nightingale's small hole.

"Lord Yorko...Anna is in heat...please comfort Anna like a bitch...ahh...Anna wants your big meat stick so badly...haa… please Lord Yorko…fuck Anna hard..."

"Anna...you..how could you betray Prince Roland? ...I would rather die than be treated this way..."

On one side were Anna's thirsty eyes filled with pure desire which no man could resist. On the other hand were The Nightingales' incredulous eyes; although she had accepted fate somewhat, she still couldn't accept how promiscuous Anna had become - not even in front of Prince Roland who hadn't seen such behavior from Anna before.

She secretly spied on them having sex once before; those emotions of heartache and excitement mixed with hunger and envy are unforgettable for life.

However, at this moment, Anna had become like this.

For some reason, The Nightingale felt that even if she became a prostitute in the future, her heart would always remain with Roland. Even so, her body was being taken over by Yorko and it was becoming more and more comfortable.

It's sour and numb; how could it be pushed into the flower heart? Prince Roland...The Nightingale is really going to break down. That feeling of almost wanting to pee couldn't be stopped anymore.

Her body had already stiffened up; she did not want to give Yorko any stimulation. Perhaps this was also a way for her to fight against lust - only by making herself numb could she prevent herself from being overwhelmed by desire.

God knows how magical Yorko's hands were which made The Nightingale's body increasingly thirsty.

Even now The Nightingale remained motionless because she knew that if she moved slightly, she might climax instantly and lose control of herself.

However, just when The Nightingale was trying hard to restrain herself, Yorko found an opportunity and directly pulled out his big meat stick.

That moment of emptiness almost made The Nightingale scream out loud. Compared with enduring orgasmic pleasure earlier on; this kind of emptiness feeling was surprisingly uncomfortable.

The Nightingales' soft flesh inside her small hole seemed to tremble with desire as they wriggled around restlessly in search for something filling them up again. This experience of emptiness has never happened before.

Her body is so sensitive that even the most shameful part craves for Yorko intensely.

Even in her mind there were brief moments where all she wanted was Yorko while Prince Roland's name seemed farther away than ever before.

Just when The Nightingale unconsciously tightened both legs together rubbing them against each other; Yue Shou let Anna lie down like a bitch and fucked her.

Seeing the two of them in such a heated moment, the rubbing between her legs became increasingly difficult to resist, but the Nightingale refused to pleasure herself in front of any man other than Prince Roland. How could she behave so lewdly?

But there seemed to be another voice inside her head: if she was destined to become a prostitute or a sex slave for men's desires outside of Prince Roland, why not release her own desires? If she was being fucked by men, then she wouldn't go into heat or sink into despair...

Meanwhile on the other side, Yorko had adjusted Anna's position and thrust hard twice until Anna's body clung onto his big cock. Then he let Anna sit on top and move by herself. As desire invaded one side and loyalty towards Roland on the other, Anna's eyes grew more blurred.

For Yorko in this woman-on-top position both hands were free; those devilish hands fondled Anna's breasts causing every inch of her body to ignite with passion. With each sway from Anna followed by full movement it brought out an expression that showed victory over him.

It was an obscene scene that even Nightingale never imagined before - is this really still beautiful golden-haired Anna? At this moment naked with snow-white skin exposed lying face down with both hands propped up against bed frame squatting over his thick long cock buried deep within Anna's small hole; all you can see is lustful expressions covering Anna's face which seems like someone else entirely yet still unmistakably Anna.

As some fiery light appeared around their bodies making Anna hotter and hotter without hurting Yorko instead feeling like molten lava, burning him to the point of near death. It was really too hot, too tight and too wet, almost like soaking in a hot spring.

As Anna moved her butt up and down, her small hole occasionally exposed itself to Yorko's eyes. At this moment Yorko soothed Anna's body with his left hand rubbing her nipples while the emptiness conveyed by those nipples seemed to make Anna feel that she would never be satisfied by Yorko's big cock until she reached climax. With his right hand he followed along the edge of her lower abdomen touching around the edges of her small hole; only feeling endless pleasure as he touched it causing Anna to reach an intense orgasm.