You Will Not Escape Me

Roina's mind was gone. She had never felt anything like this. Until now, coupling had been only another word for pain; it had never come with pleasure this fierce. No—there had been times when drugs dragged arousal up through her by force, but that had been nothing like this. Nothing at all.

Today she was clear-headed from the first moment to the last. Even as pleasure numbed her thoughts, the realization flickered through her.

"Say it properly."

Shame, excitement, and the pleasure still lingering in her body had her trembling in fine shivers when two different hands seized her thighs and lifted her into the air. Something hot touched her entrance. A wet sound—only the head had brushed her, and yet her soaked sex parted greedily, making an obscene noise as it tried to suck the man in.

In that instant the mouth that had been stimulating her vanished. She breathed in ragged gasps, shivering with arousal. Tears gathered at a pleasure so strange and new. Without meaning to, she spilled the words she had been holding inside, desperate.

"H-ah… Please put Lord Roberto's inside me. Ruin me—haah—break me to pieces…!"

Her body was hauled up in a rush, and the heavy manhood that had only been rubbing at her entrance pierced her center in a single stroke. It was the first time she had taken a cock in the instant after climax, and she shuddered all over again. The pleasure was enormous, unlike anything she had known. As if something she had been craving deep inside were finally answered, the itch became pleasure all at once and struck her like lightning.

"Haah…!"

"Haa. Yes. Shameless to the bone. I never gave you permission, and yet you're soaked through."

He had only driven his hips up for a moment, and light seemed to flash before Roina's eyes. She could feel his large penis twitching inside her with painful clarity. The sensation was so new she did not know what to do with herself, and she trembled.

Then the stimulation she had thought finished began again. The jolt had knocked her blindfold slightly askew, and beneath its shadow she saw a sturdy man with dark hair and a blunt, expressionless face. He took her peak into his mouth.

"Haa… Didn't I tell you I would punish you? You wicked little bitch."

"Haah… W-wait, Master… I—I'm, ngh, stop, haah!"

With a wet sound, Roberto slowly stirred himself back and forth. He only churned thickly inside her, but her inner walls, still remembering the climax they had just reached, shivered and clenched wherever he touched. At that tight grip the crown prince let out a rapturous groan.

And the moment the knight worked his tongue and stimulated her peak again, the rapture returned with astonishing speed. Her lower belly heated fast, and a heavy, aching fullness of pleasure surged in. She had no choice but to cry out once more, lewd and broken—huaang, aaaah!—and at the same time what had been moving slowly inside her began to drive fast. Under pleasure that vast she wailed almost like an animal.

"Ngh, huh! Haah!! M-Master, huaaah, ngh—Master, haaaah!!!"

"Haa, ha! You dare think you can escape me? Ha!"

His thrusting came at her more vividly than ever, thick with pleasure. As if he meant to stamp that feeling deep into Roina's cunt and leave it there, the crown prince slammed up into her hips. Her arms were bound, so she could brace against nothing, and he held only her pelvis and shook her. She rocked like a doll until the force dropped her head downward.

The man supporting one of her thighs let go and, urgently but carefully, caught her falling upper body. Repeated climax had stolen even the strength from her legs. Her pelvis, however, was caught in Roberto's grip and braced by Ethan, and she could not sink down as her body wanted.

Through the gap in the loosened ribbon she could faintly see the knight. He seemed expressionless, and yet his brows were drawn in a way that felt strangely worried.

"Ha! And you were going to beg like this!"

"Haaah!!"

Before she could think on it, Roberto drove deeper with a hard thrust of his hips. The changed angle made his penis strike a secret place inside her with heavy force, and physiological tears spilled from her eyes. The knight holding her so she would not collapse kissed the tear that ran down her cheek.

Then she felt the wrists bound behind her yanked. Roberto had seized the end of the sash tied there. Her shoulders arched back, and the man inside her was driven in harder still.

Roina's full, beautiful breasts were bared, and the knight, wearing the face of one who obeys, caressed her pale breasts with a motion that felt almost reverent. While she was being taken roughly, one man licked gently up over her, and before she knew it—amid a strange, unbearable feeling—Roina climaxed again.

"Hnnk…!!! Aaah!!!"

"Aaah, Roina…!!!"

The crown prince, his brilliant golden hair spilling, pulled the cord linked to her wrists as if he could not wait and drove himself into her hard once more. Climax.

Warmth spread inside her, and at the same time the knight soothed her peaked body with a secret, tender touch. It was a tenderness she had never once felt in bed—and yet being stroked as if in worship while the crown prince spent inside her drove her, unmistakably, to yet another peak. She shuddered and collapsed.

Or she tried to. Until the rough hand that had given her that secret comfort caught her before she could fall.

A whisper brushed her like wind.

Her body, exhausted from being taken by the crown prince, was suddenly lifted and laid upon the desk in his office. Roina panted through the afterglow and stared up at the ceiling. She felt him glance at her with a sneer. Because he had just poured his semen into her, her sex was swollen and pulsing, leaking white fluid in little spasms.

Black lace wrapped her mound, and the slender legs in stockings torn during the rough coupling made a devastating sight together. The ribbon that had covered her eyes had slipped down to rest around her neck.

"It suits you, Roina."

Even through her exhaustion an ominous premonition crept over her. She hoped she was wrong. The omen did not betray her.

A large hand gripped her thighs hard, and then something other than what had filled her a moment ago—a little shorter, but far thicker and harder—shoved into her in an instant.

"……!!!"

"Ngh…."

"You are mine. No one can say a word about how I use you."

Roina was so startled she thrashed on the desk, but the hand pinning her thighs was immovable. She could not so much as shift. She had to offer her secret place to a second man. The sudden, tight fullness stole even her scream. Whether the apology had been an illusion, he only stared at her with his mouth shut tight.

The crown prince watched with a twisted smile, then came closer and shoved his length—still marked with the traces of sex—into her mouth.

"Mmph…!!"

"Your filthy traces are on it, so suck every inch. Ha…"

A raw, fishy smell hit her. Semen and her own fluids, mixed into something animal, invaded the back of her throat. Despite having just spent, his cock stood stiff and stabbed deep. It went in so far she nearly gagged.

Roberto gripped her hair, forced her neck to twist, then lowered his brows, closed his eyes with a sorrowful expression, and sighed. Had this beautiful man not been driving himself into her mouth and savoring the feeling, he would have looked as if he had stepped out of a masterpiece.

"Now that I think of it, if I mean to teach you that you are nothing but a beast, this is the best method."

Slowly, but unmistakably, he thrust into Roina's mouth and moved.

At the same time the length packed tight below her, still as a statue until now, began to move. Ethan's body was packed with a knight's dense muscle, and because she was so narrow a sound slipped through his teeth.

"Kh…"

Two men, with one woman between them, breathed out breaths thick with desire. Her white thighs were mottled with red handprints and jolted exactly as the man joined to her moved. Each time she rocked, her pale, well-shaped breasts swayed, and her legs—wrapped in a garter belt and torn black stockings—fluttered in disarray.

Rocked by the large man's thrusts, Roina could do nothing but lick, with desperate care, the penis filling her mouth.

He was moving slowly, yet the huge motion that clearly filled her gave her a sick, rolling feeling. This was not the crown prince. She was being taken by someone other than the only human she had ever submitted to. She could hardly bear to accept it—and yet the tender hands, and the thick length stirring heavily, helplessly, in her lower belly, pricked heat through her all the same. Powerlessness and shame reddened her eyes.

Roberto's words were true. Without quite knowing it, she must have been comforting herself with the fact that she had never given her body to anyone but the crown prince. More despairing than that was that even now she was feeling pleasure. Shame and self-loathing shook her blurring mind. With his length filling her mouth, she could not get enough air.

The crown prince, beautiful golden hair spilling down, frowned when she, struggling for breath, shifted faintly beneath him. Then he wound her short black hair around his hand and pistoned roughly into her mouth. His sex traveled the inside of her throat. Physiological sounds rose from her neck—ugh, ugh—but he did not seem to care in the least.