Kashan’s p*nis continued to press deeper, splitting her inner walls as he pushed further inside.

“Hng, hhic, hic, hhng.”

Seria’s body twitched uncontrollably, almost as if she were having a spasm.

His dark red p*nis was now completely buried between her pale mounds. It felt as if it was pressing all the way to her throat. Seria shivered uncontrollably as an absurd thought crossed her mind – if it could somehow get out of her mouth.

“Hah, as I expected… you’re incredibly tight.”

The tightness of her hole, gripping him as if to tear him in two, seemed to strain even Kashan, who furrowed his brow in response. Unable to bear it any longer, he pressed firmly against her *rect cl*t, rubbing it deliberately.

“Hahk, ugh, ahh…”

Seria gasped, her breathing becoming more ragged as her body reacted intensely.

Seria was half out of her mind, unable to think rationally. Her thoughts were scattered and even keeping her eyes open felt impossible. Her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably and her body lacked the strength to move according to her will.

The intense presence of the hot, hard p*nis filling her made Seria struggle to catch her breath. Kashan withdrew slowly, the flushed inner flesh clinging tightly to his p*nis as he moved.

His protruding p*nis scraped roughly against her v*ginal walls as he withdrew, only to suddenly thrust back deeper, carving a path towards her cervix.

Despite everything, the overwhelming pressure made it impossible for Seria to think clearly. Her normally pale cheeks were flushed and her once round and vivid eyes had lost their focus. Seeing Seria’s dazed expression, Kashan muttered something in the Kuth language.

“Don’t blame me too much.”

And yet he continued to move, his hips thrusting with relentless force. Like a stallion in heat, he pressed against her tender flesh, brushing against her inner folds.

In those moments, Seria’s reactions were unmistakable – overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure, she could no longer suppress her moans and let them flow freely.

“I’m sure this is enough to keep you from thinking about leaving this place, isn’t it?”

Each time he thrust his hips upwards, her ample br*asts bounced freely without resistance. Her swollen, milk-filled br*asts rested against the bed but remained perky, pointing towards the ceiling.

Milk dripped steadily from her n*pples. When Kashan cupped her swollen br*asts, the milk pooled inside burst out as if on cue. The bed quickly became a mess.

The blanket was soon soaked with the milk from Seria’s br*asts and the fluids from her body.

He quickened his movements, thrusting hungrily into Seria like a starved beast, plunging deep and relentlessly. Seria, seemingly drained of strength, could only manage the slightest twitching of her fingers, her resistance reduced to almost nothing.

Kashan forced his p*nis into the narrow entrance, unleashing his pent-up desire. The smooth, glistening hole quivered as it eagerly took him in.

“Ugh, hic, ah…”

The tight hole trembled gently, gripping his p*nis tightly.

As he slowly withdrew his deeply buried p*nis, he could feel the sticky texture of the inner walls clinging to him.

Every movement sent a vivid sensation through Seria, the thick p*nis scraping against her sensitive walls. It was so hot, so thick and unyielding, that every thrust from Kashan felt like lighting a fire inside her.

His red p*nis thrust wildly through the pale, delicate folds. With each movement, the flushed opening quivered, releasing streams of love juice.

It was as if the walls of her core were dissolving. As his p*nis moved, her inner walls were penetrated deeply. The unfamiliar sensation was so intense and vivid that Seria was completely bewildered.

“Hmph, hmph, hmph… …”

The blunt tip pressed against her cervical opening again and again with forceful strokes. With each rough movement, Seria felt a surge of heat deep inside her, accompanied by an overwhelming wave of sensation.

“Ugh, ugh, ah, no…”

There was a sudden urge to urinate, completely out of place given the situation. Seria tensed her body in a desperate attempt to suppress the sensation. As a result, her already tight inner walls tightened even more, squeezing around him.

Kashan let out a short groan. His face contorted slightly.

“Ugh, relax.”

“Ah, hick, no…! Hngh, I… I have to pee, ah, hic, ah!”

Her attention was more focused on the urge to pee than the rough sensation of him thrusting into her. Annoyed by this, Kashan bit Seria’s br*ast lightly, as if out of petty frustration. As if on cue, a small amount of milk began to leak.

“Ugh, hit, slurp, ah!”

The sound of wet slurping echoed from above and below. Kashan teased her *rect n*pple relentlessly with his tongue.

As he sucked hard, a warm, sweet milk filled his mouth, coating it completely. Seria could only shudder and let out soft, muffled whimpers.

Thwack, thwack—the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, accompanied only by her dampened moans.

“Huu, ugh, ah, no… please…”

As Kashan bit and sucked on her sensitive n*pple, Seria found it increasingly impossible to suppress the growing urge. The thick, veined p*nis, rough to the touch, drove deeper and harder, relentlessly stirring her inner walls.

With the sound of flesh meeting flesh, the hardened p*nis pushed into the fully dilated hole.

Each thrust caused Seria’s inner walls to convulse tightly around him, gripping with intense pressure. The friction between their bodies grew faster and more relentless.

Her inner walls, slick with w*tness, created a smooth sensation of friction. The overwhelming mix of dizzying pleasure and fear clouded Seria’s mind.

Unable to resist any longer, she succumbed to the strange tightening in her p*ssy and the rising urge she could no longer hold back.

“Huu, hic, hngh…”

Finally she forgot her shame and began to release clear streams in spurts. Her hole, stretched wide around him, pulsed even more, gushing liquid like a fountain.

Kashan watched the streams flowing from her hole calmly, as if he had expected it all along.

“You’re quite the squirter.”

“Ah, hngh, I… I hate that…”

Embarrassed, Seria tried to cover herself with her hands, to shield the space between her legs. But of course that was impossible. Kashan simply pushed her hands away without hesitation.

The lascivious currents that flowed between her parted folds gradually weakened and subsided. After letting go for what seemed like an eternity, Seria collapsed, panting heavily, her body limp and exhausted.

“Hic, hngh, ah…”

She let out a moan as she struggled to make sense of the situation. All she could do was stare at Kashan’s face through her blurred vision, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite identify.

‘I’ve done something… wrong.’

She knew it wasn’t right. A proper lady shouldn’t behave like this. Unconscious memories of the etiquette she had learnt in the count’s household since childhood surfaced, contrasting with the current version of herself.

Then a throbbing headache crept up and forced her to close her eyes in resignation. Yet, strangely, she didn’t feel a sense of disgust. Kashan gently stroked her sweat-soaked hair behind her ear, his touch surprisingly gentle.

Then, as he retreated completely, having been buried all the way to the base, he spoke teasingly.

“With how much you let out, I suppose it will be quiet down there for a while.”

He laughed slightly, as if everything had turned out exactly as he had expected, and spoke with a smug tone, as if his actions had been purely altruistic.

“So is it just the milk I have to worry about now?”

As Kashan spoke, he reached for Seria’s br*ast again and gripped it tightly. The soft, plump flesh, pale as dough, compressed under his hand. The moment he squeezed, milk spurted out in streams.

Seria no longer had the strength to feel shame. She could only gasp for air, her breathing ragged, lost in the lingering haze of climax.