The Heaven Weeps IV

A few seconds later, their intense session escapes the cottage's boundary.

A chubby woman with a tray of food walks to the cottage.

The closer Berta got, the louder Priscilla's moans became, "Yes…ye, oh fuck! Master, my inside is churning…Ahn, it's still growing!" said Priscilla.

Berta push the cottage door, only to be greeted by two behemoths going at it.

Berta's mouth was floored. 'Didn't even know such a position was possible.'

Nuu had this poor woman at his mercy, the nonstop balls slapping against cheeks fill the room.

Those two were so engrossed in their lovemaking. Berta's intrusion didn't phase them, nor did he care.

Berta placed the food by the bedside table. 'She sure knows how to ride a dick.'

Nuu deposit another big load.

'He's not the innocent lad I knew,' with that said, Berta departed.

While cackling away; The entire scene was comical, Priscilla had both legs behind her head. Nuu held her by the horns, his engorged penis sloshing in and out.

Priscilla sways with an undulating rhythm, her supple bosom heaving with each movement.

"Ah, how nice it is to be youthful…"

The bitterness of the past years could all be reflected in Berta's eyes.

Ten minutes later, Nuu switches up. His back upon the bed.

Priscilla was seated, her back turned towards him, while his left hand gently grasped a handful of her lustrous silver locks.

It didn't take long, Nuu's rhythm became intense.

*Pah*

*Pah*

*Pah*

Each thrust of his has a purpose, not too fast, or slow.

In a cloud of ecstasy, her voice became a silent film.

With every touch of his hand on Priscilla's ample, sensual backside, her moans grew louder. Her voluptuous curves were a drumbeat of liberation, driving them both toward ecstasy.

This strange man only took half an hour, and her body moved according to his desire.

she knew the sensation well, but it had been a while since a man had left her gasping for air with pleasure. Nonetheless, she relished the satisfaction she felt at that moment.

After all, women from her tribe are thought to view intimacy as a means of reproduction, their durable bodies need not feel pleasure. There's no foreplay, only rough sex.

With that mindset, she has produced 4 children in total.

Priscilla's offspring are all young adults, ranging from the ripe age of 22 down to the tantalizing ages of 19, 18, and 17 years old.

*Pak*

*Pak*

Her ass continues to smack against his balls. With every thrust varying in speed.

Nuu arch her back, Priscilla was now on all fours, panting forward.

The bed creaked with each piston, to the point the legs broke off, and her mature body fell into his embrace.

A rather awkward, laughter escapes both their lips. Priscilla was the first to initiate a smooch, only for Nuu to follow with one of his own.

*Click*

"Transform your legs into hooves!" Nuu commanded as they descended onto the floor.

Her slender leg coiled around Nuu's waist, while her hands tenderly swept his hair aside.

Nuu planted tender kisses along her neck, causing her to shiver in delight.

For a blissful two minutes, their tongues entwined in an intense exchange of passion.

She was momentarily perplexed, 'Huh? Does my master possess such peculiar tastes? I believed human males preferred legs on their women.' However, before she could ruminate any further, her thoughts were consumed by the pleasures of the moment.

"Impatiently, Nuu urged her to transform,"

He couldn't bear it any longer.

Her thick human thighs were a stark contrast to the grayish hooves for legs.

A patch of hair grew in her garden, along with a tail.

Nuu thought to himself, "So that's how it is..."

His half-erect penis gains vigor looking upon such feral beauty.

His hands glided over her tail, as his fingers explored her asshole. Teasing it with his tip.

Her eyes widen, as his cock pushes forward.

Priscilla held onto the bed, as she bit into the nearest object. The Pillow.

Nuu's cock didn't go for her pussy, but rather the unexplored back door.

"Eeep…." Nuu saddled the old girl and rode her once more, but this time there was no repose.

"Ooh, god!.... Yes yes yes..."

Priscilla's ass bounces back and forwards...with each thrust. Her beastly moans echoed through the night.

*Pah*

*Pah*

After ten straight minutes of being ridden, her hips give out, " Aah, no more…Priscilla can't go anymore…. Master my back hurts!"

With another orgasm, Nuu's soldier was coated in piss

"A shame…strong physique, but terrible stamina" mumbled Nuu.

To Nuu this wasn't just a steamy night of passion, but data gathering.

Priscilla became a little embarrassed, " Eeh, master…let me clean your dick?" As she ushers him to sit.

"Why is it still hard?"

"...."

"Master, is Priscilla not enough?" Priscilla made her way to the bedside and grab the bota bag from the tray.

She tries passing the water, only for her horns and tail to be toyed with.

Priscilla found her hands stroking his cock with laborious breath.

A few seconds later, Priscilla finished washing off his cock, "On your knees!" said Nuu with an expectant gaze.

"Don't you think it's a waste to let it keep dripping?"

With a meaty rod once more in her hands.

Nuu found himself at her mercy, his balls falling into her palm.

Her eyes trail upward, only to see a distressed Nuu.

Priscilla lovingly bit down on his shaft. As her tongue trail south.

Nuu found himself looking up at the ceiling, both legs raised.

'Fuck, has she lost her mind?' A panic ensued

Her grip tightens around his jewels, the sound of sweet kisses upon his balls.

Priscilla didn't stop there….His eyes widened, and it became impossible to escape.

'This…this…' Nuu was finally speechless

"You.."

"Hehe, master! It looks dirty, Priscilla will clean your ass!"

"WHAT, the fuck did you say?"

Nuu's body tense up, he resisted, but her tongue kept flickering, and he could only grab onto his hair.

After all, his balls were taken, hostage.

"Bend over, master!" Her grip never left his family jewels.

"..."

A choice; accept this otherworldly service or protect your pride?

Before he knew it, his own body betray him.

Priscilla begins to poke his anus, her wet tongue slipping into his ass causing a reaction he didn't even know existed in him.

After a while, her tongue when as far as it could, and Nuu felt his soul leave his body.

The low grunt and moan escape his lips.

She was a freak beyond his wildest dream, not only was she kissing and licking his ass.

Priscilla spread his cheeks, as her hands milk his pre-cum cock.

In fact, this crazy bitch, places the empty fruit bowl below.

No matter how much he tries to hide it, the pure ecstasy on his face gives away his true feeling.

A while later, Nuu could only recall the event in disbelief.

He sat on the bed edge, 'Where did I go wrong?' thought Nuu

As Priscilla continued to suck his dick. She couldn't help herself, this strange man, had the best batter she tasted.

*gwOCK*

*gwOCK*

"Where did you learn this?" said Nuu with difficulty

"Slurp…slu…The..slurp…aunty in the tribe, she said…slur, during her years of slavery, her master…slu…had such kink….gwOck…she would perform such action every night before he slept…gwOC....gwO…"

'Whose this aunty? If she's just the apprentice, then….' thought Nuu, with an expectant gaze.

He already made up his mind, the Stone Village belongs to his Household.

The more he learned about Mertaru's women, his feeling of conquering this little group became firm.

Also, he saw no reason to correct Priscilla, for thinking he was human, nor did he care, his mother's bloodline has been diluted to a negligible percentage.

At this moment he could only sigh in defeat. He met his match. Although, her stamina is shit.

The sound of a delicious bowl of noodles continues

*Slurp*

*Slurp*

*Slurp*

While Nuu was getting his dick sucked.

The night grew darker, and so did the scheme of men.

A search party from multiple groups was sent out; some had designs of making Priscilla a breeder, while others dream of turning her into a low-grade magic pendant.

A small courtyard within Druk Town.

A group of guards station around a compound.

Within the compound, a large number of slaves could be seen in chains and cages.

On the balcony of a two-story house, a snake-eyed man seems to be giving instructions to the robust gentleman in the late hours of the night.

"Why hasn't anyone found them yet, Mijo?"

"Tomlin, It's only been half an hour, since the scout was sent out."

"Stop making excuses for their incompetence. I need that woman here, before Sunrise.

You understand my identity is sensitive, with everything happening right now,

I can't afford to waste any more time in such a shithole place."

The man they called Mijo continued to nod in agreement, but he didn't move.

"Chop chop, why are you still standing here? Are you deaf?" said Tomlin

"But…If I leave your side, who's going to protect you?"

"Don't worry about that, or have you forgotten to whom I'm related…Now don't let me repeat myself… make haste, also dispose of the scout!" The rather lanky Tomlin, not caring the least about his indecent attire.

'More like a Royal leech. I can't believe I have to protect this…just my luck?' thought Mijo.

Mijo, is an average man, no older than 41, the only thing that makes him stand out, is his van dyke goatee, but do not be deceived, this man's age is within the five-digit.

What could he do? After all, Sr. Tomlin is related to the 2nd Princess through marriage.

His son Pone is one of her Consorts.

"...."

This should be no shock, just as males have their harem, powerful women can do as they see fit.

"What was the name of that fool again, Mijo?"

"I believe the female tagging along, calls him Nuu."

"Yes, that's it…Cripple his legs and shattered his nodes….We will gift him to the 6th Princess, with her taste…I might gain something out of such dealing, don't you think so, Mijo?"

"It's as you have said, a fool that doesn't know what's good for him," said Mjio

"But why are you still here?" said Tomlin

"You just ask me a …." a slight twitch could be seen on Mijo's face

"And…?"

*Sigh*

A few miles north of Baron's Manor,

"What does the fat bastard plan to do with Berta?" said Harriet

"Sr. Harriet…I will remind you to watch your tongue?" A woman with a snake-like waist

"Humph, a mere secretary mouthing to a Knight…You have truly forgotten yourself, Dorris? I'm the Captain of this damn town, what can such lard accomplish without us." said Harriet.

"Ha, you really brought us out here for this nonsense Harriet. What is that idiot thinking?" A rather brazen fellow draped in a dark green cloak, walks out of the alley.

"That's up to Roslin, our objective is dealing with that man, and securing the Mertaru. Enough with the bickering!" Everyone became quiet when this short fellow spoke.

"Lord Kirk, please follow me this way!" said Dorris

"Hmm, what information have you gathered on the target?" said Kirk

"He's a young man, no older than 35, and wields a black blade. There's a likely chance of him being a Grand Knight. He appear around our walls earlier this morning but didn't enter until tonight, the scouts monitoring his movement when missing. Also, he seems to be acquainted with the Baron's toy, Lady Berta." said Dorris

"Troublesome….This is not much to go off, Let's do this…Micah!" said Kirk

"Milord, you need not worry, I'll take the lead and gauge his prowess," said Micah, a muscular man with a flower petal tattoo.

"Oh, Kirk…When did you gain yourself a lap dog, and no less a Blood Moon Berserker," said Richard

"Enough chit-chat, we're here for business. Micah, try luring him from the target!"

"Understood, Milord!"

"Harriet, blockade his escape route!" said Kirk

"But…I can also fight." rebuttal Harriet

"Just do as you're told, kid!" Richard's laughter echoes away, as Kirk took to the sky.

"Damnable, who the fuck they think they are…Once I break through, we will see if you're that arrogant, fucking bastard! Spread the fuck out!"

"Yes, Sir!" The boisterous voice of a few hundred teenagers.

" Lord Roslin, does not want any harm to come upon Berta," said Dorris

"Fuck off!" said Harriet

"This why you're still single, such a foul man!" Dorris didn't wait for his response as she took her to leave.

"Just you wait, bitch…" with clenched teeth, Harriet leads the hundred men siege.

While all this was going on, a group of masked men sat on the rooftop, not that far away from Harriet.

A fierce female led the group of males and a single female, her laid-back attitude was currently irking Froh. " Lord Bea, why aren't we following them!"

"Why are you even here, you already paid, and given enough information on the target," said Bea

"I want to see him suffer, just like I have," said Froh with an unsightly expression

"Do as you see fit, but no refunds. Don't get in our way!"

"I'm much more interested in the Mertaru they were talking about," said a man with deathly pale skin, as though he hasn't seen light in the past hundred years.

"Of course, such a thing will interest you, Gile! I'm more intrigued to see the face of our target…Don't you agree Bae…hehe!"

"...."

"Let's go, hunting!" with that said the group of 4 disappear into the night.