***

Time passed quickly, and the day finally came for Kashan’s troops to leave the Empire’s borderlands. Most of the soldiers were excited at the prospect of returning to the capital, but Kashan’s expression remained less than cheerful.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Yes, I’m really fine.”

“Once we reach the capital, it won’t be so easy to travel back and forth to the Empire.”

“I know. I said I’m fine, really.”

Still, Kashan couldn’t shake the uneasiness in his heart. Seria was putting up a brave front, confidently insisting that she was fine being away from the Empire. Still, he couldn’t help but worry.

‘No matter how much she says she’s fine, she might feel lonely once we’re far away…’

Despite his concerns, the idea of leaving Seria behind – or worse, sending her back to the Empire – never crossed his mind. Still, he found his own worries hypocritical and couldn’t help but mock himself. He rubbed his face with a dry sigh.

“Well then. We have a long journey tomorrow, so make sure you get plenty of rest tonight.”

“I will.”

Seria replied, nodding.

“And… before we leave, it would be wise to prepare by extracting milk beforehand.”

Kashan added, clearing his throat awkwardly as he spoke in a serious tone.

“It could be inconvenient if it leaks during the journey.”

“Oh, right… I guess I should say something in advance.”

As if waiting for her reply, Kashan grabbed her wrist and pulled her firmly into his arms. Her frail body, offering no resistance, fell easily into his embrace.

“Ah, you startled me…”

Seria gasped, her surprise evident but fleeting.

Moments later, Kashan’s hand began to slide the strap of her slip from her shoulder. Seria flinched slightly, the movement tickling her skin.

“Wait, are you going to do it now?”

“Why? Don’t you want me to?”

“N-no, it’s not that I don’t want you to…”

The bright daylight streaming into the tent made the scene all the more uncomfortable for her. As Kashan pulled down her slip, her n*ked, round br*ast was completely exposed, making her blush with embarrassment.

The reddish *reolas, the pointed n*pples at their centres and the swollen br*asts showed that they were filled with milk. His large hands promptly grasped the base of her br*asts.

Milky white fluid then began to trickle steadily from the stiff tips of her n*pples.

“Hic, ahhh…”

“Your br*asts were completely full of milk. It could have been a problem if we had left like this.”

Kashan murmured, applying more pressure to the br*asts he held in his hands. Each time he kneaded the full mounds, the creamy flesh bulged between his fingers.

He persistently pinched and twisted her n*pple with his fingers.

“Ahh, hng, haah!”

A tingling sensation of pleasure overwhelmed Seria, causing her body to instinctively recoil. Embarrassed by the sight of herself panting and releasing milk, Seria couldn’t bring herself to lift her head properly.

Her toes curled involuntarily and her hips twisted of their own accord. A tingling sensation spread through her p*ssy and she could feel it getting wet.

“Haah, ahh…”

Kashan used both hands to knead each br*ast thoroughly. The two mounds were repeatedly squeezed and distorted in his grip, moving this way and that. Their plump, doughy flesh felt soft and supple under his touch.

The swollen n*pples on either side were releasing a steady stream of milk. It was both fascinating and disturbing that she could produce so much milk without ever having given birth. As he eagerly kneaded her full br*asts, Kashan made a mental note to see a doctor as soon as they arrived in the city.

“Are you leaking down here too?”

Kashan asked mischievously, slipping a hand between her thighs. His rough palm brushed along her soft inner thighs before parting her folds wide.

“Ahh, ahh!”

“Tsk, I knew it.”

As expected, Seria’s thighs were already soaked. She had shed so much fluid that it overflowed between her folds, leaving her completely slick. A single finger trailed slowly from her entrance to her cl*t, sliding along the sensitive membrane. The movement sent a jolt of intense pleasure through her, causing her body to tremble and rise slightly in response.

“Ahh, hng, haah…”

Kashan pinched one of Seria’s n*pples with one hand while the other toyed with her cl*t. With both hands simultaneously teasing her from top to bottom, Seria found herself completely unable to gather her thoughts or maintain her composure.

Her aroused p*ssy twitched obscenely, as if eagerly anticipating what was to come, constantly oozing slippery fluids.

“Why is this hole twitching so much? Have you been playing with yourself?”

“N-No, I’ve never… ahh…”

Kashan noticed the loose entrance and slid a finger in with ease. Her hole, as if eagerly waiting, tightened around his finger, gripping it and pulling it inside. The sticky walls of her warmth clung to him, almost sucking him in with every movement. When he curled his fingertip and twisted it in a circular motion, Seria’s body convulsed again.

“Ahh, hng, haah…!”

Even with just a single finger, her heated body eagerly accepted the pleasure, sending a melting sensation deep into her abdomen and a tingling numbness down to her toes. Seria unconsciously clenched her abdomen, as if begging for something more substantial.

Perhaps Kashan felt the same, for he let out a sigh of restraint and moved on top of her. He pulled his lower garments down slightly, revealing his firm, swollen p*nis waiting.

His dark red mass of flesh burrowed hastily between her legs, more urgent than usual. His serpentine gl*ns threatened to penetrate, probing her v*ginal entrance as if it might thrust in at any moment.

“Huh, hush… … Yes!”

Kashan grabbed his p*nis and slammed it against Seria’s opening with a sharp smack, smack.

The obscene sound of the impact echoed, accompanied by crude fluids spurting in all directions.

Kashan’s unfinished milking left drops of milk dangling from her n*pples.

“We should drain your waterworks before we leave. If you keep leaking like this… people might think you had an accident.”

His words dripped with teasing intent. Despite his mocking tone, Seria’s face blushed deeply and she covered her eyes with her arm in embarrassment.

The swollen, veined p*nis gradually pushed its way into the tight opening, the thick sensation of penetration parting the narrow flesh and pressing heavily against Seria.

“Hic, hic, ah!”

No matter how many times she experienced it, the sensation was something she could never get used to. Even though she knew it was impossible, she couldn’t help but worry that her body was about to split in two.

“Haah… Hic… Haa…”

The soft, yielding flesh easily accommodated the intruder. His p*nis thrust deep, reaching her cervix in one motion, and immediately began to move, leaving no time to adjust.

His long p*nis grazed her inner walls, sliding back and forth. With each movement, clear fluid oozed from her hole where it had been inserted.

As Kashan forcefully thrust his hips upwards, her ample br*asts bounced and jiggled with the motion. Occasionally, the impact caused milk to spurt out in small bursts, scattering in different directions.

A thick p*nis appeared and disappeared between her slender thighs. Her narrow hole stretched to its limit, straining to accommodate Kashan’s p*nis. The quivering opening seemed to desperately adjust to his size, and each clench of her abdomen pressed the rough, weighty form firmly against her inner walls.

“Huuh… Hngh…”

She struggled to catch her breath each time his p*nis was slowly withdrawn, only to plunge deep in a single motion, hitting her cervix. The thick head scraped against her inner walls with each movement, blurring her vision. This cycle of withdrawal and deep thrust was repeated several times, each thrust leaving her trembling.