Chapter 12.6

“My Lady, you often get wet, so let me clean you.”

Her straight legs suddenly lifted into the air and spread wide. Into the open space between her thighs, a hot tongue swept up from below, licking the closed crevice.

“Hnnng…!”

Alpen’s tongue pulled and twisted, making her arch her back instead of moaning awkwardly. Syria gasped at the soft, hot tongue licking her up and down. The pointed, triangular tongue pressed inside, sending ticklish sensations through her.

Every spot the tongue touched made Syria shudder as if in spasms. Her waist trembled, and every time she moved, Firenze’s grip on her inner thigh tightened, leaving clear red handprints on her pale skin.

“Since you’re so fond of men’s members, it’s no wonder men keep flocking to you.”

While Firenze spoke, hot breath poured out, and his tongue, which had only gone back and forth at the entrance, slid down to the flesh touching the leather seat.

He pushed his tongue into the pink flesh, sucking and licking the sticky fl*id that leaked out. Addicted now to the sensual, sweet scent of her, he exposed his teeth and gently bit the plump tip.

“Hnnnnng…! Th-that…”

The words she meant to say, to ask him to stop, were swallowed by Alpen’s tongue pushing deep behind her tongue root. As if blocking her airway, he stirred inside, making Syria lose her words and m*an.

Her flailing arms were grabbed by Karl’s strong forearm.

“You, make mine bigger.”

The hot flesh in her palm was so firm and slick. Even with both hands, Karl’s member overflowed, already slick with pr*c*m.

Karl’s large palm overlapped hers, guiding her to grip the pillar. He moved her hand up and down in rhythm with his own movements, slapping his reddened member up and down.

“That’s right. Shake it like that.”

Each time Karl moved Syria’s hand up and down, the thick, veined pillar rubbed hard inside her grip. The folds of skin slid up and down, slick fl*id smeared on her thumb and dripped between her fingers.

“Haaah…”

Now Alpen’s hair was buried in her neck, tickling her as he pressed closer. Each time their lips mashed together, Syria could barely catch her breath.

The sticky kiss made her dizzy, and when his pointed tongue pushed into her entrance, she shuddered. He sucked even the hidden mucosa, driving her wild. Her hands were guided by others, and the veins inside her grip pulsed harder.

As he kissed her, Alpen reached out and grabbed her heaving br*asts, massaging them. Firenze pushed his tongue fully into her entrance, rubbing the plump tip with his fingers, and Karl, as if losing control, moved her hand faster up and down.

“Hnnnnng…”

Toyed with by three hands, Syria moaned nasally and convulsed. The dress barely hanging at her waist was already a mess, and like the three n*ked men, Syria’s soft skin was fully exposed.

Firenze, who had been stimulating her tip with gentle pinches, lifted her and turned her body over. That made her lips break free from Alpen, and her hand slip from Karl’s pillar.

“This side is twitching too, so I’ll clean it.”

As she gasped face down, Firenze’s sweet voice came, and suddenly her b*tt was lifted high. Firenze spread her red anus wide and pressed his mouth to it. Each time his hot breath steamed inside, clear fl*id dripped down her thighs.

“Hng…!”

She twisted her pelvis, trying to make him stop, but the men’s eyes only grew hotter and more intense at her provocative movements.

“Today, I will properly fill this craving hole.”

“My Lady, you are truly lascivious. Shaking your hips like this.”

“Hurry and make it stand taller! I need to see how big it gets.”

The pose with her pale buttocks raised was both embarrassing and shameful. As Syria lowered her face in embarrassment, a gentle hand caressed her cheek.

“You should finish what you started.”

With a charming smile, Alpen pulled Syria’s chin and pressed his thick lips to hers, swallowing her smaller lips completely.

Karl pulled her left hand back to grip near his gl*ns again, slapping it. As Karl’s hand moved up and down, Syria’s delicate arm followed the motion.

“It keeps getting bigger. Amazing!”

Karl’s golden eyes flashed proudly as his member responded and grew. His hand moved so quickly it made her dizzy, and then hot fl*id spurted onto Syria’s side.

“That was quick.”

The pungent, milky fl*id even splashed onto Alpen’s cheek, who was showering her with kisses. As he lifted his waist, his usually neat features were now glistening with saliva.

“She likes my c*ck, shaking it like that. How can I not c*m?”

“Please let me finish too, My Lady.”

Alpen politely rubbed his member against Syria’s lips, carefully smearing sticky pr*c*m onto her small, pretty lips that glistened with saliva.

Syria’s hand, face, and even part of her back were now smeared with Karl’s hot s*men, and her eyes widened at the pillar thr*st before her. But the pressure below made her drop her lower lip.

“Hnnn…, haah…!”

As Karl cl*maxed, Firenze, who had been hungrily seeking Syria’s lower half, immediately thr*st inside her. At the same time, Alpen’s hard shaft also pushed roughly into Syria’s mouth through her parted lips.

“Hnnnn…”

Two thick shafts entered at once, writhing in her mouth and below, Firenze’s member was thrusting inside her. The fullness quickly built up, pleasure rising to her chest, making her body heat up and writhe.

Firenze’s p*nis began rapidly thrusting along her inner wall, making Syria’s br*asts bounce. Each time Firenze’s firm pelvis collided with her buttocks, a wet slapping sound echoed.

Her fl*ids splashed everywhere, and with every movement of the shaft filling her mouth, saliva she couldn’t swallow dripped down her chin.

Firenze thr*st even deeper, almost piercing through the tight space. The force pushed Syria’s body forward, and Alpen entered even deeper, almost reaching the end of her throat. Their bodies moved in rhythm, sometimes thrusting harshly at the same time.

‘Ah… At this rate, my body might collapse.’

With both sides pounding her, Syria’s waist arched. Being toyed with from both directions, she could feel everything inside her. The fierce force from both sides seemed determined to break her, and Syria felt her vision flicker.

Instinctive, clear tears welled up in Syria’s pink eyes, and Alpen’s fingers gently swept her dazzling silver hair.

“My Lady, to cry from pleasure like this, you seem more a wanton woman than a modest lady.”

Even so, Alpen’s thr*sts grew stronger. His hard shaft swam savagely along the soft inner walls of her lips.

Firenze scooped up the fl*ids leaking from Syria’s tightly filled lower lips and licked them from his fingers.

“My Lady, you’re so wet for my c*ck.”

“Hnnnn.”

Syria wanted to speak, but Firenze’s fierce thr*sts left her mind blank. Sensations climbed her spine, and thin m*ans escaped her lips.

Firenze found her swollen cl*toris and circled it, making fl*id squirt up to his waist. Even as he marveled, Syria’s body kept shaking up and down.

As she clenched around Firenze’s member, his hand movements grew rougher. He pushed his hips upward, thrusting again.

Slap, slap!

He would pull out until only the gl*ns hung at the entrance, then thr*st hard, repeating the motion so Syria’s body bounced and shook.

“Lascivious.”

Karl watched intently as Syria’s lower half was continuously filled. Under her curled body, Firenze’s p*nis appeared and disappeared, glistening with her fl*ids.

The dark pillar slid in and out, slick with wetness. Karl, unable to take his eyes off the scene, touched his own member, already throbbing with excitement.

His breath grew rough, animalistic. Without blinking, he stared at Syria’s n*ked body, unable to contain his overflowing excitement.

He’d thought sharing with another man would be unpleasant, but the thrill of being chosen was doubly intense. Excitement surged through his chest like a wave.

Karl gathered Syria’s full br*asts in one hand, soft flesh overflowing between his fingers. He pinched her n*pples, making Syria groan and twist her pelvis.

“Hnnnnng… haaaang.”

Syria, cheeks puffed and weak, made nasal sounds. Her toes curled tight, and the pleasure made her bones tingle as if they’d turn to powder. Her feverish body felt so hot she might melt away right there.

“Kgh….”

Alpen, thrusting his hips, frowned and withdrew his stiff member. S*men arced in a parabola, splattering Syria’s head and back. At the same time, Firenze couldn’t hold back and cl*maxed, releasing all his fl*id. Syria, reaching her own peak, barely caught her breath and collapsed.

“Haa…”

As Firenze slowly withdrew, Karl pushed in, taking his place.

“I’ll do it properly.”

Karl gazed at the intermingled fl*ids running down Syria’s buttocks, then dug his fingers into her entrance, scooping out the mess. As he pushed his fingers in and out, Syria’s eyes fluttered, overwhelmed by pleasure.

She wanted to say, ‘Let’s rest,’ but she didn’t have the energy to speak. Syria was completely lost in pleasure.

His thick fingers moved relentlessly in her still-twitching entrance. After some cleaning, Karl parted her cheeks and pushed his member into the narrow, twitching hole. The gl*ns pressed in, almost squashed, as he thr*st forcefully.

“Hnnnnng…!”

There was a reason Karl waited to enter. The tight fullness pressed in so hard her already swollen insides felt like they’d burst.

The intense inner spasms quickly reignited Syria’s body, and new m*ans leaked through her clenched teeth.

“Forget those weak c*cks, taste mine.”

Karl, buried so deep his balls touched her exposed entrance, spoke with a long drawl.

Each time Karl thr*st, her red flesh was pushed mercilessly inside, and when he withdrew, the red inner folds were sucked out.

“Hnnng…, Your… Majesty…!”

As Syria lay on her side, about to ask him to slow down, a duck-like b*tt suddenly popped up before her eyes.

‘Ah, it’s bread.’

Dazed and moaning, Syria’s eyes sparkled and she slapped Alpen’s b*tt. With each slap, Karl thr*st his impressive member deeper and stirred her insides.

Slap!

The forceful rhythm made her hand tremble with pleasure as Alpen’s flesh vibrated with each smack.

“Haaaang… I love it.”

Syria moaned sweetly. The sensation of pressing her cheek to the soft, plump b*tt before her and the pleasure of being filled and stroked inside made fireworks explode in her mind.

Thr*st, thr*st.

Air trapped in her narrow passage made loud squishing sounds.

“My Lady, please taste mine too.”

Firenze, having wiped away his s*men, pushed his member into Syria’s small mouth.

“Hnnng… hng…”

Syria sucked, burying her face in his pubic hair and kneading Firenze’s firm b*tt with her free hand. The sensation of his well-shaped hips in her palm made her m*an with delight.

“Hnnng… so… good…”

She tried to speak, mouth full, as excitement tickled her spine and intense sensations spread through her body.

“Haa…”

Firenze let out a pleasant m*an, pressing Syria’s head down, and Alpen pushed his b*tt closer, not to be outdone.

To the left, she toyed with a soft, plump b*tt; to the right, she stroked firm muscles. It was a fantastic feeling. As Syria lost herself in her obsession, Karl thr*st his member even straighter inside.

“I’ll make you a woman who can’t be satisfied by anyone but me.”

Wet sounds echoed from her filled lower half, and clear fl*ids poured down like rain. Syria’s body shook uncontrollably to the rhythm of the squelching sounds.

As she rocked back and forth, Syria shivered with pleasure at the sensations in her hands. The sound of wet flesh and four people’s m*ans filled the room.

Syria, crying out in ecstasy, reaffirmed her resolve.

‘I’ll never go back,’ she thought.

<Slap, Sorry—It Just Happened Before I Realized> The End.