The thought brought back fragments of her past, memories she had tried so hard to suppress. A faint bitterness crossed her face as she remembered those moments, the pain lingering just below the surface.

“What? Do you want me to call a doctor? Do you want to embarrass our family?”

“Do you want to spread rumours that you’ve lost your purity and are involved with someone unworthy?”

She also felt her father’s scolding ring in her ears.

As Seria’s face darkened, the quick-witted Kashan noticed and pulled his lips away from her v*gina.

Then, uncharacteristically friendly, he asked Seria.

“What’s the matter? You look upset.”

“Ah… I… it’s nothing.”

“If it’s nothing, why don’t you just say so?”

Seria hesitated, unable to answer. She just pursed her lips, moving them slightly for a long time with an uneasy expression on her face.

Finally Kashan, unable to watch any longer, spoke again.

“Could it be that you’re afraid of the doctor?”

His tone was so light that it was clearly a joke. But Seria’s expression didn’t lighten. She still had a sullen look on her face.

“Tsk, I said something unnecessary.”

“Ah, no, that’s not it…”

“Enough. I’m going to milk you, so stay still.”

Then he grabbed the swollen br*ast again. The once pale skin was now marked in several places with red handprints left by his repeated gripping and releasing.

His large, firm hands gripped the tender br*ast and twisted it as if squeezing it. Once again, a steady stream of milk flowed from the n*pple.

Kashan immediately brought his lips to the tip and took a deep sip. A sweet, milky scent filled his mouth as it flowed down his throat.

As if the squirting milk wasn’t enough, the tip of her tongue teased the n*pple persistently, lightly tickling the sensitive skin. The textured surface of her tongue lapped eagerly at the stiffened tip.

“Hik, hhic, it tickles. Mmnh.”

As the lewd sounds of sucking filled the air, Seria’s face flushed red. A mixture of ticklish sensations and embarrassment overwhelmed her.

“I’ve milked you several times and you’re still so ticklish.”

“Hngh, but still…”

Kashan’s hand wandered around the entrance to her slit. As expected, the entrance, already thoroughly soaked from earlier, readily accepted his touch again.

“The lower part is already soaked and aroused.”

Kashan pulled his lips away from the still milk dripping br*ast.

Instead he began to slide his p*nis into the smooth, juice-filled entrance. He seemed more hurried than usual, as if driven by some unseen urgency.

“I think I need to block the hole again today.”

His deep red p*nis was swollen and taut. Its surface radiated heat as if it had been scorched by fire.

The rounded tip pressed against the parted folds, grinding against her cl*t. Her already slick entrance slid smoothly, creating a gentle friction.

“Huh…….”

Seria’s eyelids quivered slightly as she instinctively wrapped her arms around Kashan’s neck. Though it was an unconscious act, it spurred Kashan on, making him quicken his movements like a horse driven forward by a whip.

The thick, forearm-sized p*nis aimed for the small entrance. Without warning, it thrust through the tight folds and plunged deep into the core.

“Ah, ah!”

A short moan escaped as the tight sensation of being filled once again gripped Seria’s lower abdomen. It wasn’t her first time, but the sensation was still unfamiliar.

The inner walls were slippery and moist, thoroughly lubricated. That’s why, even as the hard p*nis forced its way, plunging deep, it caused no pain or discomfort. Even as the small hole stretched to its limit, becoming tight and slick without a single wrinkle, she let out a soft sigh.

“Hoo…”

Kashan let out a slow groan as he studied Seria’s face beneath him. Even the expression, twisted with a mixture of pleasure and pain, seemed irresistibly seductive to him.

Kashan suppressed the rising wave of sadistic urges as he began to move his p*nis slowly. The firm tip of his p*nis brushed lightly against the walls of her inner folds as he withdrew. A soft moan, accompanied by a soft sigh, escaped between Seria’s lips.

“Mmnh, th-that’s too… tickling, ha… haa…”

Every time the textured surface of his p*nis rubbed against her tender, slick inner walls, Seria was overwhelmed by an unfamiliar tingling sensation that coursed through her body.

The heavy sensation of being filled, combined with waves of pleasure, made her body shake uncontrollably.

Kashan patted her back gently, as if to calm her, but it had little effect. Seria’s body remained tense, stiffening like a fish impaled on a spear.

Meanwhile, the thick p*nis continued to thrust deeper into Seria without pause. Occasionally it paused, as if to give her time to adjust, before slowly withdrawing and plunging in again, teasing her inner walls with deliberate repetition.

“Haah, hhic…”

Through the narrow walls of her core, Kashan’s p*nis was clearly visible. As she looked down, the sight before her was of pale, stretched folds that parted wide, tightly encasing the dark, rigid p*nis.

Unable to fully face the scene, Seria quickly squeezed her eyes shut.

Kashan’s p*nis, buried deep inside her, began to thrust faster. The veined surface grazed her textured inner walls, carving a path to her core with each movement.

Thrust after thrust, the long p*nis plunged in and out of her entrance. The sensation of it reaching to her navel struck Seria again and again.

The textured p*nis pressed relentlessly against her sensitive inner walls, overwhelming her. Kashan’s p*nis moved freely inside her, as if claiming her depths as its own.

With each thrust of his hips, her milk-filled br*asts bounced lewdly, their fullness shamelessly jiggling up and down, dripping milk with every movement. Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, which felt almost surreal, Seria could no longer hold on to any rational thought.

All she could do was let out mindless moans and raise her hips in response.

“Seria…”

Kashan whispered in her ear in the language of the Kuth tribe.

“Don’t go back to your family. Even if you do, there won’t be a man there to milk you. Will there? Isn’t that so? Hmm?”

His tone was uncharacteristically desperate, even though Seria didn’t understand a word. He hadn’t really expected an answer when he spoke, but the lack of one only made Kashan more restless.

So he began to pour his emotions into the relentless thrusting, each movement punctuated by the sound of slapping flesh and the crunching sounds that filled the tent.

‘I shouldn’t have crossed into the Empire that day…’

A bitter smile tugged at his lips as he remembered the day he first met Seria. A suffocating emotion he had never experienced before still seemed to grip his chest tightly, refusing to let go.