Stop...! n-no...! Stop ohhh ...!"
How many times has it happened already?
I was forcibly spewed cum inside me, and then I was "raped" again without a moment to catch my breath.
Duch! Duch! I was slammed from behind, and my vagina was continuously polluted by the hard, slender rod without any hesitation. Every time Sota hips moved away from her, Ronia white, muddy juice would string, and every time she slammed into him, her love juices would splash.
The sex acts in Yggdrasil are mostly performed in the cowgirl position, rather than in the basic ... position. Female dominance is also evident in the positions of sexual intercourse.
The men, who abhor sexual intercourse, do not swing their hips and the women straddle them and squeeze their sperm, but Sota, who has lived in Japan, is different. The healthy male, whose vigour has been increased beyond necessity, firmly grabs Ronia's thin waist as she tries to escape and continues to fuck her from behind.
--Doggy position.
This was the first time a man had voluntarily taken that position in Yggdrasil.
So I don't know. Ronia, who knows only exploitation, only exploitation, does not know this pleasure, this feeling of being fucked from behind by a man, clearly inferior to a woman.
"Stop, ooh ... aah ...!"
Pressing her face against the pillow, Ronia had no choice but to moan and gasp.
In terms of power, Ronia clearly had the upper hand, but in front of the pleasure of being forcefully fucked from behind, there was nothing she could do. Even the tyrant Ronia couldn't resist Sota extremely violent rod from the doggy position.
Her womb and vagina were already filled with Sota's semen.
Every time Ronia was broken down, semen spilled out of her crack, and the bed was in a terrible state. Sota semen and Ronia love juices stained the sheets even more, making a soggy sound every time they moved.
If it is asked whether Sota has an ego now, the answer is no.
Due to the stimulating effects of the spermicide, he is now a beast. He does not know that his testes are constantly refining his seed and his penis is shrinking like a steel rod.
It's a kind of runaway state.
There is nothing that can stop his arousal and he will fuck Ronia until he runs out of power.
But even Ronia had reached her limit.
Her words are no longer in the form of words, and her voice is like a scream.
But there is no word of mercy for Sota. No wonder. She is half delirious from an illegal drug to which she has no tolerance.
This is Ronia own fault for living her life the way she likes men. Punishment.
With her face pressed against the pillow and breathing out a rough snort, Ronia climaxed more than a hundred times today.
Her petite body convulses violently and her mind is already on the verge of falling apart as she has been completely turned into a tool for masturbation.
She didn't know it felt so good to be made good by a man.
She didn't know that being treated by a man as a tool for his sexual gratification was so arousing.
Ronia addictive sexual sadism has developed a reworking, and an unbidden submissive masochism is beginning to grow in her mind.
"Aaahhh ...! Aaahhhh! Stop it, stop it, ahhhhhhhhh...!"
'F---! F---! Ronia...!!!!.'
Ronia let go of her consciousness there.
In the midst of the stormy pleasure, the last thing she saw was the face of the troop leader woman, who came into the tent looking astonished.
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Sota ego sprouted in his consciousness.
It was morning.
The sun was shining through the green ceiling of the trees, and birds were singing in the distance. The leaves were wet with morning dew, and the coolness of the cool morning was the same in Japan as in Yggdrasil.
It is not a pleasant morning.
My body is as heavy as lead, and my headache is severe. The morning after a fever of 40 degrees Celsius, there was a feeling of laziness.
"I ... why, I'm naked ...."
Sota was standing there in a state of undress.
I don't know how long he had been doing that. But it seems that he was completely naked ... and that he was also unconscious while standing upright.
Sota shuddered and looked around.
There were a number of tents set up for encampment, and he could only understand that he was still in an imperial stronghold,....
"... what ?"
All around, there was a strange sight.
It doesn't matter whether they are on the ground or grass, all the women of the Imperial Guard seem to have collapsed into a limp heap and are unconscious. Their clothing was torn and bare, and they were lying in a state of disarray. Some of them are even convulsing, wheezing like mosquitoes with their cries of "cough, cough".
(What in the world happened ...?)
Sota could not understand.
He himself, who had had his sexual appetite unbound by the spermicide and turned into a beast, had raped all the women of the Imperial Guard until they could no longer stand on their feet, and the scene before his eyes was the result of that. Of course, he had no ego, so there was no way he could understand, much less come to a conclusion.
What's going on is something, but if you want to escape, now is the best time to do it. There is no way to miss it.
(Phyllis-san ...!)
In order not to wake the Imperial Guards as much as possible, I ransack the tents at my leisure with stealthy steps.
The inside of the tents all smelled a little fishy (due to the love juices spewed by the women), and Sota frowned. He was convulsing and fainting here and there - with an extremely happy face - and he felt like he was going to lose his head in the too-special situation of moving without the soldiers noticing, but he finally found the tent he was looking for. I finally found the tent I was looking for.
(Phyllis, ...!)
Phyllis, shackled and shackled, is kept in a simple cage.
She was unconscious - the Imperial Guard's surprise attack must have been too much for her - and limp, but there were no signs that she had been violated. Sota is relieved inside, and almost leaps for further good fortune.
Carelessly placed on a wooden box in the tent, it was apparently the key to Phyllis's cage and fetters.
Sota quickly unlocked the cage and carefully released Phyllis fetters.
There is a faint red mark on her snow-white wrist, but it is nothing serious.
"Phyllis-san, it's me. I'm Sota. I've come to help you."
I gently shake Phyllis body while whispering to her, but she only moans a little and doesn't respond.
He wrapped himself in a rag-like blanket and carried Phyllis up. He didn't even spare the time to take off her white and silver armour, leaving her in it.
Sota did so and left the imperial garrison, killing his breath and footsteps.
It was a shame to leave his equipment, a bright red sack, behind, but it was definitely better than dying.
As an aside, it was not until two hours later that the Imperial soldiers woke up and all hell broke loose.