“Haa, mmm…ah…! Ahhh!”

Squelch, slap. The sound of fluids splashing was loud. The cruelly shining eyes looked down at the panting Hari. A sticky pleasure spread from her head to her toes. With his body buried inside the woman, he twisted his lips. Now that he had found the name of this disturbing emotion, there was no need to be swayed by it anymore. He wanted Margharita. He wanted her beautifully sculpted body and the sweet pleasure it offered, so he simply needed to possess it.

Achilleon, with his forearms on either side of Hari, thrust upward with all his might. His manhood, which had been pulled out until only half the gl*ns remained, plunged back in to the base in one breath. The woman’s exhales and flowing moans were sweet enough to make him dizzy. It was similar to the intoxication of drinking strong alcohol. Her full br*asts swayed up and down with his hip movements. He sucked as if biting into sweet milk streams. The n*pples, already fully er*ect in his mouth, were chewed and rolled by his blunt teeth. His hard jaw with protruding tendons pressed against Hari’s chest.

“Ahh, ngh, mmm… ah!”

The bed shook violently. Hot moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Margharita’s eyes wet with moisture. Cheeks reddened with excitement. The moment those pitifully trembling eyes captured Achilleon, he shuddered greatly. His deeply embedded manhood twitched and ej*culated. He didn’t withdraw until his s*men had completely filled her insides and dripped through the gaps.

“Ah…. Haa.”

He pulled Hari’s trembling neck close. Achilleon continued kissing while keeping his manhood buried inside Hari’s curled-up body. He entangled their tongues and sucked her saliva. Wet sounds echoed above and below. Though she received him stiffly both then and now, her insides seemed to have adapted, tightly gripping his engulfed manhood.

A satisfied sigh escaped. Achilleon, ending the kiss by biting Hari’s lower lip, raised his upper body and withdrew his manhood. His phallus, which had quickly become hard again even after ej*culating once, sprang up as it exited her entrance. s*men that hadn’t fully drained dripped from the tip of his gl*ns onto Hari’s stomach.

“Mmm…”

The sight of the woman, covered in his fluids and lying limp, was obscene. Her chest, still heaving from the afterglow of their lovemaking, shone white in the moonlight.

“Now, is it all, all done…?”

“Are you going to say that to Antor too when you go to him?”

Achilleon sighed and placed his hands under both of Hari’s knees. When he pulled her down abruptly, their sexes met again. Hari inhaled sharply at the enormous sensation sliding against her.

“After going to seduce him, are you going to spout nonsense like ‘we’ve done it once so it’s over now’ and ‘can I go home now,’ Hari?”

“Then, haa… what should I…”

“You should prepare for three or four times. That bastard is known for taking five women at once.”

The s*men he had ej*culated flowed out from her gaping entrance. Staring intently at that lewd sight, Achilleon grabbed his manhood and positioned it at her entrance.

“And you’ll have to handle that all by yourself.”

“Your Highness, it’s difficult… Let’s rest a little first, ah!”

Before she could finish speaking, his thick shaft slid in. She clutched the sheets with both hands at the sensation of him stretching and filling her inside.

Despite experiencing it twice already, she couldn’t get used to his size. His manhood, buried to the root along the path opened by his gl*ns, pressed against her lower abdomen. The pressure pushing against her womb made it hard to breathe.

Achilleon caressed Hari’s knees and rotated his hips in circles.

“So it’s here.”

When the tip of his manhood, which had been scratching various spots, pressed near her tailbone, a sharp moan burst out. Before Hari could cover her mouth in embarrassment at her own sound, the man flipped her body to the side. Achilleon lay close against Hari’s back, spread her legs, and hooked them over his thighs.

“Your Highness, just a moment, ngh, ahhh…!”

Thump, his withdrawn manhood dug into her insides. With one hand supporting Hari’s round b*ttocks, he moved his hips roughly. s*men splashed around the red entrance that had fully swallowed his thick shaft. Her sparse pubic hair was already messily coated with his previous ej*culation and her fluids. Achilleon swallowed dryly. His er*ction grew twice as large at the lewd sight. Seeing this, Hari looked at Achilleon with a flustered expression.

“Don’t, mmm… shift the blame. It’s partly, ngh, your fault too.”

“…Ah.”

And she believes that at face value again. Achilleon, swallowing an empty breath, grabbed the woman’s cheek and turned her toward him. Their lips overlapped, and their tongues mixed in one breath. Admirably, Hari had now begun to move her tongue a little. She awkwardly rubbed, traced his teeth, and tried sucking his tongue. When she pulled away, gasping for breath, he caught her again. While pulling her head back to overlap their lips, he continued the hip movements that had momentarily paused.

Hari pushed against his muscular stomach while letting out muffled moans. Achilleon didn’t retreat but stuck to Hari’s b*ttocks like a mating male dog, pushing his desire into her.

“Ah, Your Highness… mmm, please… ah!”

He liked the uncontrollably rapid breathing from her excitement. Her large br*asts full of flesh, her wide areolas, the swollen peaks that had been thoroughly sucked, and the area between her weakened legs—all of it.

It was an intensely erotic body. The belief that one night would resolve his anguish was truly arrogant. Achilleon lifted her body onto his. As he pushed his manhood upward with her b*ttocks spread wide to either side, Hari let out a moan that was almost a scream. She barely managed to prop herself up on his chest, only to collapse weakly. Achilleon embraced the struggling Hari and gave the final thrust.

Ah, ah, I feel like I’m dying. The heavy impact that started below traveled through her limbs and shook her entire body. Hari’s vision, impaled on his manhood and being shaken up and down frantically, was hazy with sweat and tears. Repeated friction and stimulation. When his hard body mercilessly stabbed her deepest parts, it felt as if all the blood vessels in her body were jumping up like lightning. The dizzying pleasure turned her vision white over and over again.

Hari shook her head and clung to Achilleon’s shoulders. When she opened her mouth blankly, his tongue entered. Even while desperately receiving his kisses, he gave her no respite. He reached out and grabbed both her br*asts. Not stopping at kneading them, when he scratched her highly sensitized n*pples with his blunt nails, an unbearable pleasure shook Hari completely. When she couldn’t bear it and separated her lips, he pulled her back and put her br*ast into his greedy mouth. It was a repetition of biting, sucking, licking, and inserting. The sound of him sucking was so lewd that she wanted to cover her ears.

“…Whew.”

When he finally removed his lips, her swollen n*pples glistened with saliva. Exhausted, Hari collapsed limply on top of him. She had no strength left to endure, but she knew the man wouldn’t stop. Her legs, spread wide for a long time, were stiff, and her lower parts throbbed. Her br*asts, swollen firm, hurt even when fabric brushed against them.

‘To think I almost had to do this every day with Antor.’

While thinking this, Hari was thrown into another climax, tightly squeezing below and bursting into tears. Simultaneously, Achilleon, who let out a rough groan, collapsed on top of her. His manhood, which had ej*culated cloudy s*men, twitched greatly and mercilessly struck her inner walls. The shadow on his heavily rising and falling chest was deep. Achilleon swept back his wet hair while shaking his ej*culating manhood up and down. Beads of sweat ran down the groove of his firmly contracted b*ttocks. His forearms, with prominent muscles, were the same.

“Ah, haa…… This is maddening.”

His manhood, having squeezed out every last drop, slowly spilled out of her entrance. Sticky s*men clung like white cobwebs to her gaping entrance. Achilleon inserted his finger into the red flesh that was still pulsing and said:

“A complete mess. Just as you wanted.”

His voice, so low it made her hair stand on end, brushed past her ear. Hari’s limp legs trembled in response to that voice. Her b*ttocks and the area below her groin, soaked with fluids, soon fell limply.

“Two more to go, Hari.”

At his voice, which bound her like a snake, Hari closed her eyes.

“If you came to seduce me of your own accord, you must take responsibility.”

The sound of his arrogant laughter seeped into the bedroom filled with the scent of lust. She felt her body floating. Hari, completely limp, was carried somewhere in Achilleon’s arms. When she came to her senses at the sound of pouring water, she was already being submerged in the bathtub.

This is truly absurd….

Hari belatedly regretted her decision. But it was already too late to take it back.