Waking up from her beauty rest, Lilith Rose darted her eyes while she heard the lustful moans including herself closer to her ears and felt a damp tingle from head to toe. At first, her blurry sight was fading in as the bubbles of tears surged in her eyes, so she blinked it many times until she sighted the image of various complexions such as ivory, espresso, and almond. Sniffing and panting from recurring flush, she smelt the sour sweats like the plump man whom she had killed him with just a lethal nectar; however, it was worse than that.
"Where… am… I?"
As soon as she caught her complete vision, a mass of libidinous bodies and tongues had surrounded her which made her gasp and shake her firm wrists and ankles that the shackles on each of her joints from the wall locked her with a jangle of no room to escape. Her bare body stood still as the chains held and floated her by the wall. The naked men with their hard cocks grinned as they feast their eyes on her trembling body.
"Get me out of here!! Why am I fucking naked?!" she screamed, although her moans disrupted their attention.
"Sir," one of them called. "Our target has woken up!"
As his voice snapped an attention to the leader, the long white-haired man with the sharp chin who still wore a dark garb snapped his fingers—appearing behind their back—to halt their molestation then approached the chained naked body of an amethyst-haired lady, finding her glaring eyes attractive.
"Good morning, beautiful lady," he jested, facing closer each other with a smirk. "How are you today?"
"I don't know who you are," she voiced out her spleen, spitting towards his eye. "Also, your face looks disgusting to me."
As the spit surged into his eyes, he wiped his face with his bare hands and frowned as if he felt broken and desperate. The face of Lilith disgusted him as he clenched his fist with a boil of anger while holding himself back. Although her gnashed teeth and tight glares chagrined him, it went futile.
"Your spit moistens my eye," he blinked his eyes for a bit and clasped her both cheeks with his grin. "Of course! I have been feeling this for days before one of our commanders died with just one essential paper which had been taken by the hands of a 'purple-haired' sex traveler… which was you, am I right?"
She closed her eyes and chuckled, "Who knows? I don't even remember either of you and your dead commander."
"You don't even know?!" he slapped her cheeks. "Then, who's the 'purple-haired' sex traveler? According to the account of my certain comrade who had been enjoying the Red-Light business within the Dorian Capital, he familiarized you as if you acted like a slutty pig for every Dorian nobleman, and one reason was your income, right?"
"Why? What's wrong with that?"
"You know what's wrong?" he slapped her once again. "Such a wasteful beauty of yours had been violating your own flesh from time-to-time. If you've kept your chastity, then you could've lived a better life than that, or else you will be overwhelmed… which is what you are right now."
"Oh," she smirked. "How gentleman you are, even if you slapped me twice. Although if you want to think about being a gentleman, I have a very first question that might intrigue your senses…. Does it sound miserable to you?"
Her question caught him off guard as he turned his head behind and trod away for a bit, puffing out of breath. He rubbed his entire front face and then combed his long hair all the way down till the tip of strands, shaking his head as it swayed his long hair.
While he was facing away, she lifted her head up and looked above at the vast ceiling as she smelt a peculiar fragrance and felt the brisk throb—or maybe some kind of aura surged up within her.
Huh, she thought. Is it me? Or is somebody watching over me?
Although most risky thoughts came to her vexed mind, she could draw her calm lips and sigh over this case, but this time wasn't suitable enough to portray her act in front of a white-haired maniac. Her scalp felt the itch as she wanted to scratch her head, but the shackles locked around her hand, leaving it recurring. She also felt the scorch inside her groin, which stimulated her to twitch her hips and legs.
Then, the white-haired maniac turned his head back to her and ogled her voluptuous body even if he despised her behavioral treatment such as spitting on his face.
"When I was thinking about him, I also thought if the commander whom you had served him for was just a plain fat man—in your perspective. If that's the case, then why did he have that paper on top of his desk in the first place?"
".... Are you asking me that he was some kind of talented person who led his army despite his body type? I think you're being sarcastic right there. Of course, I wasn't thinking that he was as fat as a pig, but I thought he was just a disgusting person with a sexual thirst throughout his pitiful mind and body."
His face went worse with his narrow glare and gnashed teeth. He raised his arm in an elbow angle and clenched his fist, flowing the vigor throughout knuckles and muscles.
"I don't care if you're woman or not."
Then he punched her on the right cheek.
It blemished her face with a bleed from her impacted nose and mouth although it stilled from the joints. She gaped her mouth and panted over the pain of the fist, closing her eyes and bowing her head. However, she gritted her teeth and licked her bloody lips with a confident grin as she could regain her composure for a brief second. Despite the rumple of her bloodstained beauty, she chuckled that the numb on her blushed cheeks pricked her mind. Was she feeling distressed? Or probably gruntled?
"Punch me," she murmured. "Punch me all you want. If not, you can fuck me instead since I only have a naked body and donned sandals…. Come, my pussy is all open for you."
"Really?" he cackled, snapping his finger to order his men. "Abuse her, my comrades! Serve this whore a justice by repaying her sin with sin!"
Hearing his words, the hooded men agreed as they approached her with drooling tongues and lecherous guffaws. The white-haired leader flung his robe off—flexing his sturdy muscles—to join their party. Their tweaking fingers had been preparing ever since before the leader's call. At first, they lifted and spread her legs up, exposing her cunt wide open. The leader came first and plunged his cock into her cunt with a plop.
The moans of every participant rejoiced throughout the orgy. The amethyst-haired lady named Lilith Rose gaped her smile despite their abuse around her mother-naked body with the brisk drive of lust while the long white-haired man joggled his hips, penetrating over and over again.
Since I can't feel the energy within me, maybe I'll just keep lingering with these naughty debauchees. Am I going to let through the despair? For another time?.... Forgive me, Aoki.
* * *
"No…. No way…"
After the scenery reached Aoki with a revelation of amethyst beauty, he gasped and gaped his eyes and mouth as he felt bewildered from what he had seen. Although Lilith told him before that she was withdrawing her money, she had abruptly reached the deep of gloomy caves with lingering orgy.
"What do you see, my dear?" Maria asked. "Does it seem to be working?"
"I don't know, but was it like how fortune tellers convey the scene on the orb?"
"If you aren't able to understand the mechanism of magic, then I must say that the magic works behind the orb, my dear."
"If that's true, then I must go as quickly as possible."
He turned his head to the hallway of crimson-shimmering marks and ran towards it, although he later halted his steps as he didn't know the location of Lilith's whereabouts.
"Also, do you have the direct location?" he asked her.
"Judging by where it directed to," she said, approaching him for a clear voice. "It came from the deep inside of a cave near the rivers at the south of here."
"How about a compass?"
"I can be your driver," she removed the tie on her hair, releasing and swaying the wavy strands. "However, I should need to disguise myself before someone might familiarize me with my legacy."
"How will you go undercover?"
She raised her arm and snapped her finger, remolding her blue hair into crimson with a clink of crystallized glow.
"How does it look?" she asked.
"Red and beautiful," he answered, flinching his jaw. "Okay, the deal's done. We must go."
"Also, I have to keep myself naked. My dress is also well-known throughout the place."
"Do you have to put it that way? Are you just gonna abandon your modesty without a context despite going outside the mansion and exhibiting yourself all around?"
"Pick up and carry my dress to my personal carriage. If you're in the middle of a hurry, then we don't have time to dress myself with time-consuming procedures."
"How about if I give you a coat to cover?"
"The crimson aura requires me to stay naked as possible. If not, my hair will be remolded back to usual blue. The color symbolizes lust as it feels hot within my body."
Of course, her lustful heat toned her up, which twitched her hips and thighs to resist from the side effect. As her body had a youthful look and voluptuous shape, it allured him to flinch his eyes from the erection although watching many adult videos held him back to keep his standard mood.
"Ok," he said and thought. If that's what she wants logically.
After he took the T-shaped blue garment on the floor, they rushed outside through the hallway, passing through the open gateway of a pair of chunks. She then closed the craggy gate with a rise of her arm and clench of her fist as her command.
She led him to the stables behind the mansion. Once they reached there, there were four carriages for various spares such as sociable, chaise, chariot, and kalesa. The wooden wheels of every carriage had spiky bits on the tire. The horses were sleeping on the hay except one of them had been staying awake and drinking the water, and it was the one for the sociable. Having no time to be picky, she chose the sociable over others since it was common to all folks within the Kingdom of Dore.
"Good thing that my dearest son hasn't arrived here yet," she said. "Come. Before he will suspect us."
She hopped on the driver's seat while he sat while carrying the blue dress on the passenger one behind her, giving him a freedom to ogle her mother-naked back although his nervousness lessened the alluring tension and focused more on Lilith's struggles.
She whipped the rein on the horse as it reared and neighed with preparation. Then the horse backpedalled with the rear carriage from its sojourn and galloped forward through the gateway, aiming at the south. The carriage was jiggling from the wheels, stepping on some rough bits, but hitting on the smooth path steadied it. The horseshoes hit the ground with rushing clops while the blow of dash swayed her wavy crimson hair, and it scented a familiar fragrance of Lilith, although it was a bit of bitter yet suitable to its mix.
"Are we going too far?" he asked her.
"Moderately far, my dear," she answered. "But don't worry. Her face looks like she can competitively handle her struggles."
".... I know, but I can't let her rot herself for many hours."
"You really are a caring person," she smiled. "Both of you are truly brother and sister despite the genetic difference… or perhaps an adoptive mother and son?"
"Who knows? I have a strong relationship with her, so I indeed care for her more."
".... I wish."
As she frowned and bowed her head down, it whittled the crimson down, fading back to her usual blue color. The same went for her heat and bittersweet scent. As for now, she couldn't twitch her hips and thighs together as her mood toned it down.
"Your hair suddenly goes back to blue," he said. "Can you change it back?"
"Oh," she picked and looked at some of her hair strands. "I forgot. I can change it back, but not right now—unfortunately."
It was—of course—her mood which rendered back to her usual tone. Once she released her strands, she wiggled her hair as it fixed the wavy form. Its playful curves affected her wavy form with one convenient shake—that would do the trick.
Meanwhile, he took the round-shaped pocket watch or Solar Peak from his coat pocket, unlatching it and eyeing at the radaresque screen which was infused with connected mana between him and Lilith. The color of the marks could indicate the share of whereabouts, but it would take long miles for the horse to gallop through until they reached the point to identify the crimson mark based on his watchful screen.
"By the way," she said. "We might get across the frontline if there are any traces of men in blue coats."
"What does it mean?"
"They are from the Civitatis Empire, Dorian's long-lasting enemy for decades. They have been agreeing to expand their land since their economical supplies had been draining till now."
"Supplies? Draining down? I know little about economy, but are they being stupid to waste some guns and swords?"
"I've never expected to hear your logic, but it's not just as that, my dear… probably."
"What do you mean?"
"Wars always have a reason behind what the reason we may think of…. No… not just that… it's more everything behind the failures of both sides of their own embodiment, but how the result ends whether it's worth nothing to change," she faltered.
".... Sounds right of your definition, but I still don't experience wars if I were to think of it typically. I have read many mangas about that or think of it as a graphic novel where the stories can be told through drawings."
"Oh…. Drawings? Graphic Novel? Sounds new to me. I wonder if it exists on your land."
"Yeah, but I would say that it's really hard to copy one-by-one regarding this ambience if there is no such thing as that magically."
"Alchemists tried hard to invent such printing things, and it is still progressing for now. Look on Dr. Ciddy's work later."
Then, a silent pause came after he nodded with intrigue.
A bleak breeze gentled them even if she thought of the lurks as if passing through grassy plains amid the night could have a chance for any hostile mates to shoot an arrow, but the lingering chill sometimes unwound them despite the haste for Lilith's rescue. While the horse was still galloping, he undressed his sole blazer and wrapped it on her shoulder to protect her from the chill.
"You say that your crimson hair can provide heat, right?" he said. "Thinking about you to feel chill while riding a carriage naked concerns me."
"What a dearest manner," she smiled. "You could've just left me alone since I am sitting on the chair inside the mansion for many days and not feeling the outdoor breeze."
"If you want to feel the breeze, I can take my coat back."
"Yeah. Honestly, I don't need it," she handed the coat back to him. "I really want to feel free as much as I want to."
"Sounds like a hermit who praised outdoor freedom even though ogling your naked body aroused me much. I might feel guilty to see Cecil again if I think about you."
She beamed as hearing his complimentary words pleased her with comfort, as if she despised the eyes of shame which were lingering with disgust, but the boy whom Cecil asked her for gave her no bother. Although his hands were flinching with arousal, holding his feelings back felt like a firm man to her.
She mumbled, "I wish I am as young as you."
* * *
"I'm coming! I'm coming!"
After some recurring rough rounds of an orgy on Lilith Rose—moaning over the heated feeling within her crotch, her cunt had been brimful of whitish thick liquid, and her dirty body had been sweating from the heat of lust. The shackles became loose as she knelt on the ground, panting from constant rough foreplay. She protruded her drooling tongue and crossed her eyes with a flush on her cheeks. Her trembling hips and thighs satisfied a group of naked men while catching their breath up from brisk thrusts and throbs.
As the long white-haired leader filled the air within his lungs and regained his composure, he approached her and grasped her cheeks, disgracing her in defeat.
"It looks like you've been surrendered," he laughed. "Now you've gone drunken with overwhelming lust."
"Ha… Ha…"
"Just look at your beautiful face and body. Do you think your dignity was all spent into waste?"
She kept panting from her flagging lungs although she could hear his words which irritated her with a flinching glare. She then shook her head and licked her lips while enjoying her hot session.
"Do I have… to ask you… again? Or maybe… you're just a lonely person."
Her words infuriated him as he clenched his fist and punched her on the cheek. He then pressed his forehead and rubbed his entire face down to his chin.
Meanwhile, she drew a smirk on her face despite the blood out from her nose and mouth.
"Hmph…. What does it cost anyway?"
He faced her with a glare of fuss and said, "Do you want me to give you a pain to wear out your tainted beauty?"
"My beauty has been tainted for decades. Do whatever you want."
"Pft… What a miserable slut," he chuckled, rubbing on his grim face. "Also, can you give me full information before dying in pain?"
"Deal. I have prepared the contract in my lips."
Then, he turned his face back and snapped his finger, "Can someone give me a whip and spiky dildo?"
After someone handed the requested tools to the white-haired man, he took first the whip and flogged her on the midriff, blemishing it into a reddish scratch. She gaped her mouth and groaned from a twinge, although she grinned and dimpled her cheek with a smug grip.
She asked, "Are you just going to waste your time tormenting me as your method of persuasion?"
"It sounds like you are awaiting the second course."
"What do you mean?"
Before answering his question, he bent his body down to the ground and took the spiky dildo, drawing it closer in front of her face.
"You should've noticed it before wasting your breath," he wiggled his grip. "Otherwise, your death might be inevitable to say your last words wholeheartedly."
"No no no no… I want to taste a whip first before you can thrust that into my cunt."
He laughed, "That's the spirit. Now satisfy me."
With that, he continued flogging her bare body with a barbarous surge.
* * *
After racing through the path amid the night, Aoki and Maria finally reached the cave beneath the scarps beside the river, although they were two miles apart with the trees between them. They could hear a bit of babbling sound behind them. They hopped down from the carriage and leered at the pitch-black pothole. The shadows within the woods feared them, although Maria wouldn't bother turning her head behind and glancing at it—which was as if her mother-naked body settled her down.
He felt the shiver of spine and nerves as the dark dreaded him from entering the cavern.
"Deep inside the cave? How deep can it be too dark?" he asked.
"I thought you were hasty to save your 'old sister', Lilith."
"Cautiously hasty…. Do you have something to illuminate?"
"I can," she snapped her finger, casting a small starlit orb beside her shoulder. "Although it might lessen our stealth opportunity."
"If I remember correctly, all of them were gathered inside that one particular room. Does it seem safe to guide through?"
"If we take a careful look around us," she ambled towards the cave. "Then there will be no problem, my dear."
".... Yeah."
Thus, they walked together into the depths of the cavern, searching for Lilith's rescue.
* * *
Stepping into the depths of the stony cave gave them the creep. It was pitch-black, which you couldn't see anything, although a starlit orb beside Maria's shoulder provided them a sight around their nearby radius. Thanks to that, they could put the finger on whatever was safe or not, although they felt rough on every inch. These damp spiked limestones on every surface were dripping every second or more. The gradual thrum of droplets from its tips had been echoing around the chamber. A bit of musty air was wafting from every damp surface.
"It feels chilly around here," he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around. "My face is even feeling the ice on my eyebrows."
"I don't sense any mana activity around, so I guess it's really natural to feel what's inside the cave, my dear."
"Said by the one who feels carefree to walk alongside me naked."
"I still have a bit of heat within me to protect myself from a cold. If you are confused about it, just imagine a smoke that can rise the flame with a recurring gust."
He had been shivering as if the snowy breeze were surging him although his haste drove him to roll his eyes and whet his ears. He prowled alongside the mother of so-called Midnight Star with her intentions to get out of her safe zone. It might feel relieving for her to wander around the depths of the cavern with her naked body, but it might also convey the awkwardness from his tension. He even tried to sway his face from her wherever she would stand in front of his eyes.
Although he felt hesitant on every inch of his nerves, he took a Solar Peak and unlatched it to spot any crimson mark.
Once he eyed at the radaresque screen, he gaped his eyes as he found a peculiar change on his mark.
It was remolded into puce.
He halted his prowl, turning his head towards her, and raised his grip to reveal the screen of Solar Peak in front of her eyes.
"My mark is gray, right?" he asked. "Then, why is there some sort of pinkish blemish within it?"
She faced the screen closer as she eyed at the pinkish blemish on the center of the radar.
"Oh…. It looks like your aura has been mixed although I won't say that it's in a perfect tone."
"What do you mean?"
"You have developed a particular various substance within your body. It may be blood, dust, stones, and anything else that has mana on it. If you remember the crimson aura that we had during the time of Pleiades, you should know how it mixed between the color of crimson and gray."
"Oh," he placed his Solar Peak back in his pocket. "That looks impressive, although I haven't seen a glimpse of other crimson marks."
"It's either her mana has been drained out, or maybe we picked the wrong direction. However, this feels right for me."
"Ok."
"Unless there is some kind of barrier which blocks the flow of mana around the walls. If I remember correctly, the ceiling was too high for them to reach further and throw something that can seal the magic off, which is why we had entered their scene."
"Hm…. How about the sound? Does the seal affect the sound?"
"If only there is a mana coat on the sound wave, then it will become ineffective to resonate through."
"I just hope sounds are the only way to indica—"
"Ahhh!"
Abruptly, a distant echo of womanly screech pierced through their ears, catching their attention from farther depth and facing the source.
"Is this it?! It definitely sounds like Lilith." he asked.
"It looks like your wish has come true, my dear."
"Then we have to hurry before it goes drastic."
She nodded her head as she dashed forward and led him to their aim while he followed her and unsheathed the dagger which Cecil gave him for self-defense.
After hurrying through the path to the root of screech, they could hear a recurring crack of whip and a huddle of moans, gradually echoing into their ears. It meant that they had reached near the scene, but it became complicated since there were no open spaces to go through since a wall of stalagmites blocked them, which puzzled him to roll his hasty eyes to spot any space.
Meanwhile, she stood still and rubbed her chin.
"If there's no choice to pass through and the anti-mana seals have all over the place, then we'll rock them to catch our attention. Engaging them in stealth is pointless to execute."
"How about if they attack us?"
"I'll cover up for you."
He nodded and then took the Solar Peak, unlatching it to check between the sound and marks. Glancing at the radaresque screen, another mark with a tiny crimson glow had appeared somewhere southeast—probably the place in front of their eyes.
He stepped forward thrice to indicate the movement.
And then it moved closer in a bit inch. .
"We are surely on the track."
"Move away before you will get crushed, my dear."
Hearing her precaution, he approached back beside her while she cast an orange fireball on her open palm.
"For so long… I'll finally indulge myself in battle, plus being naked between each other adds me up."
"... Ok."
"Let me take care of puppies while you must take care of your 'sister'"
"Sure."
"Now, my dear. It's time for a blast."
With that, she hurled a fireball to the walls of stalagmites, thudding towards it and breaking it into pieces while he watched the crumbling rocks to spot for his convenient open path.
"Be careful. I won't reach near that place since there are seals that I cannot advance further, so expect that I'll just help you buy some time."
"Sure."
After he found an open path, he proceeded towards his aim while she stayed put to support his time for prowling through.
* * *
"What's going on? Is it an earthquake?"
"No no no.... I heard some explosions outside of here."
As the quake and repeated bang startled them, some of them shuddered as their unarmed strength with naked bodies had left them struggling while others rushed outside the chamber, probably trying to obliterate a menace of explosion. Spinning their heads entertained Lilith with a chuckle, then the white-haired leader hauled and gripped her amethyst hair as her ludicrous face infuriated him.
"What are you laughing at?!" he yelled. "Is this part of your plan?! You clever slut!"
"You should've said that word after I answered your questions, but it looks like you abruptly struggle for now."
"Don't tell me that it's a trump card."
"..."
While she paused and panted with a brisk throb, he took the spiky dildo from the ground and approached behind her back, putting the tip closer to her vulva.
"How about if we dispose of you as a wasted slut?"
"Whoops~ Don't tell me that you'll waste my life as you abort your supposed mission."
"Enough blabbering! I should need to—"
"Lilith!"
As an abrupt echo called out, she gasped and gaped as the voice felt familiar to her ears.
"N… No… way," she mumbled and thought. Aoki?
"Lilith! Where are you?"
"Hm… is he the one who starts this menace?"
The white-haired leader strained his pull of her hair while she groaned and flinched her eyes and jaw over an ache in her head. Hearing his call though was a stupid idea of him to search for her as he might think these men who deployed from the chamber to clear out his obstacles, but little did he know that some men had also stationed here—which it might endanger him for his incapability.
Until she found him appearing in front of her eyes—that it was Aoki all along. She closed her flinching eyes as a sign of tensive embarrassment. The naked men were peering at him with a grip of a dagger on his right hand while the white-haired leader smirked, clutching his spiky dildo in front of her vulva.
Before he was about to say something, he gulped with a drop of sweat on his forehead and clenched his dagger so hard that he must focus on his aim—saving Lilith from her tormenting misery.
Later on, a constant bang had been stopped—hoping that his men had ceased a lethal disruption.
"Li… Lilith," he slurred. "Are you okay?!"
Hearing his words made the leader guffaw as his question sounded ridiculous with his incompetent look. He pulled her hair upward to raise and reveal her bloody face while she gnashed her teeth and then bowed her head, dozing by a twinge.
"Do you think that she's okay?! You're asking her as if she 'looks' okay?"
He blinked and clenched his eyes, bowing his head and panting. His chest was pumping, and his hands were flinching while the naked gangs were peering at him.
"Are you implying that it was a joke?" he asked.
"Maybe, but regardless, this bitch whom you adored her?... is still not giving me an offer that I was asking for."
"..."
"Kinda waste of opportunity, but I'll dispose—"
"Shut up! I'll dispose of you first before your hands!"
His glare and gnashed teeth incensed the white-haired man. A boil of anger with a leer made him swing her head back while she felt almost numb. It worsened her bloody groan as if the swing snapped her neck with the crack that enraged him to clench further.
A trade of wrath began with Aoki as he launched his first card.
"I'll fucking kill you!"
He charged forward despite seeing multiple men guarding their white-haired leader. One of them tried to block his attack, but leaving his neck open led to a single thrust by Aoki, splattering blood on his face, and then throwing him off to the ground.
The rest of them flinched for a bit, but they instead gripped their chance to throw a knuckle to him, although he could dodge wherever he wanted to.
He brandished his dagger around to threaten them not to approach although his knife, though, was swaying in the air.
"Back off if you don't want to die!"
Yet his throb of hesitation led them otherwise.
His messy bowl cuts were dancing with gloom while his chest had been pumping as if he couldn't kill them all with his sole strength of cowardice—demotivating his wrath into a bleak fear. Rough ground of stones could trip him down by his reckless sole since the hostile gangs in the altogether outnumbered him into facile despair. Striking on him and wrapping his shoulder would halt him.
Until it finally did.
One of them kicked him down while his face fell onto the ground with a single gasp of failure. An intense throb of rough stones slammed on his head, and it bled him from the open wound on his head. It was too late for him to steady his feet, although his strength was indeterminable to leap his faith. He had peered throughout every stance, and yet a throb from their knuckles had nagged at his collar and face.
"Argh… err."
Moments after he lost his grip, the blood from his head streamed underneath Lilith's hanging feet.
Trying his best was still futile for him to slash everyone who stood before him.
Meanwhile, as soon as she darted a glimpse of the blood on the ground, she lifted her head up and gasped, finding the bowl cut boy had been twitching on the ground.
"Ao…. Ao… ki."
Another pull of her hair twinged her further.
The white-haired man whispered, "I have three counts before this tine might fall you down to hell. If you want to free yourself, just saying a fucking word about the paper"
Hearing his whisper rattled her that her throat had gone sore, feeling something that blocked her vocal cords.
"Three."
She couldn't speak her words of offering.
"Two."
Her hands and legs went shaking, and her eyes were flinching.
"One."
She panted.
She closed her eyes and clenched her fist before it might happen.
"..."
"..."
However, it took a long time to start the plunge of pang into her cunt.
An abrupt delay puzzled her to turn her head behind, checking what he was doin—
"Time's out."
With that, he plunged a spiky dildo into her cunt, ripping her vaginal flesh that might also pierce through her womb. She gaped her eyes and mouth with tears and drools of pang within her womb. Her entire body spasmed by a shredding pain.
"Ahhhh."
Her wail of pang echoed throughout the depth of the cavern, pleasing his ears like a bloody melody. The stream of blood squirted from its gash like a fountain of red wine, dripping on the ground and flowing underneath her feet. It fused together between the top and the bottom as both of the darlings kissed each other on the bed of the outcrop.
Her eyes stood in a focal nerve till it slackened up to her lids, and her tongue jutted with the last of its drool.
"Is this it?.... At first, I felt nervous about your hero to save his princess and cling to each other happily ever after, and now… it happens with no miracle of fairytale."
Leering at various wounds of the pair of darlings enchanted him and his gang.
He chuckled and chuckled until an incoming bit of screech rattled his throat.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!"
With his endearing eyes of lust, he cackled.
The rest of his gang smirked as their triumph was outright with simple locks around their limbs, following the laughter of their boss.
Is this it?
Does it deserve to end like that?
It wasn't enough for them to deprive their lives with just a simple phase of bond.
It could lead themselves to a boring farewell without a say of remorse.
But was it a failure of one of them?
A flow of blood was still running beneath every foot until it stopped at their focal aim.
However, an abrupt burble of blood startled them as it tripped them down to the ground.
"Is it me or is the blood boiling?"
"That's weird… maybe it becomes steamed by some sort of lava."
One of them touched the blood with a single tip of his toe.
"Fuck! It's boiling!"
"No wonder why it's hissing."
"Wait—"
As soon as an abrupt hiss of blood halted his words, a bloom of red stems severed a white-haired man into half, gushing the blood like a juicy sprinkle from a slice of fruit. Multiple stems had risen from their steady feet—coming from the stream of blood—or precisely it was still the blood forming into a whip, slicing them one by one and then spurting their guts over the ground.
"Ahhhhhhhhh~!"
Their screeches of death pleased the ears of an amethyst-haired nymph who smirked and chuckled with a bit of composure.
She lifted her head up, peering through the rain of blood.
"Checkmate."