【Trails in the Sky Short Story Collection - The Chapter of Mist】(Part 1)

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"Is this really okay?" The boy kept turning his amber eyes, staring at his reflection in the mirror
, muttering to himself, "Although I have to believe Estelle is right, why do I have this strange
feeling lately?"
Ever since separating from Estelle, Joshua had felt uneasy.
—And it all started with that request three days ago.
"It's just a request, nothing strange about it." Estelle didn't understand Joshua's behavior
, looking nervous.
"But, this kind of request is already weird enough, plus that guy always has all sorts of
strange rumors about him, anyway, no way is no way." Joshua rarely spoke up and refuted Estelle loudly.
"But, we're Bracers, aren't we? As long as it's a request, it should be..."
"No, there's no such thing as a request in name only." Joshua firmly replied.
The reason for their argument was on the branch's bulletin board, a request from the Imperial scribe. The job involved
hiring a female guerrilla fighter as a temporary private companion, essentially a bodyguard position. However, the fact that it
was limited to women made the details somewhat ambiguous.
While Estelle, with her helpful and oblivious nature, wouldn't notice such things,
Joshua had heard many rumors about that guy—a notorious playboy in the Empire.
But that guy had suddenly appeared in Lorent, and at the same time, Shera and Aina were
busy with their own assignments, and Mr. Cassius was in the capital. Under these circumstances, stopping Estelle
's actions seemed a bit...
Of course, there were some things he couldn't tell Estelle. What Joshua didn't expect was that Estelle 　　would secretly accept the week-long assignment under
the pretext of eliminating a wanted monster . 　　 When Aina mentioned it that afternoon, Joshua felt uneasy. Especially 　　that evening, when Joshua didn't see Estelle as usual, the two of them weren't together. 　　 Perhaps she's gone to a faraway place and can't return for the time being. Joshua comforted himself with this thought, but 　　the worry in his heart wouldn't disappear. 　　 Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Estelle seemed to have vanished. Joshua had frantically 　　searched the entire Lorent region for the past two days, but there was absolutely no news of her. 　　 —While Joshua was frantically searching for Estelle, in the mysterious forest on the outskirts of Lorent, 　　a young girl and a young nobleman were wandering aimlessly. 　　 "I have to say, you're really strange. I already told you there's no one here, yet you're still wasting your 　　time here," Estelle complained impatiently to the young man in front of her. 　　 This guy who called himself Brute from the Empire, although they had gotten along fairly well over the three days, Estelle 　　still disliked his smell. 　　 For some reason, Estelle kept thinking of a white shadow, and the face under the mask might 　　be Brute's face. 　　 Thinking of "the snake," she wondered how that girl, Ling, was doing? Although 　　the kingdom temporarily returned to peace after the professor's conspiracy was thwarted, Estelle couldn't 　　find peace after returning from her trip with Joshua. 　　 She was probably anticipating something; such a peaceful life was really not her personality. 　　 "Heh, it should be alright," Brute said without turning his head. "Actually, I'm just 　　a tool for Miss to sulk." 　　 "Wh...what? How did you know?" Estelle was somewhat surprised that this guy had seen through her 　　thoughts; such childish ideas were truly laughable. 　　 Many people around her knew that since returning to Lorent with Joshua, their relationship, though 　　still close, seemed to be missing something... 　　 "That's not important. But don't you really want to see the so-called Wishing Flower?" Brute's 　　voice sounded so full of sarcasm. 　　 "What? How could such a thing exist?" Estelle's familiarity with this place was mostly 　　limited to the places she often wandered as a child. But something she'd never heard of before, something beyond common sense 　　—it seemed impossible, no matter how she thought about it. 　　 A wish coming true? Even something erotic? 　　 She remembered the strange question she'd asked Shera not long ago—"Shera…." 　　 "Hmm? Estelle? You can tell Shera about your troubles!" 　　 "Hmm, Shera, what does it feel like to be whipped? Is it pleasurable?" 　　 "…" 　　 "Estelle…can you ask me another way…?" 　　 "Um…well…so, Shera, what does it feel like to whip someone? Is it pleasurable?" 　　 "Oh ho ho…that only applies to Olivier, that masochist!" 　　 Actually, that wasn't what she originally intended to ask, but the words came out as such a strange question. 　　Estelle vaguely felt that her relationship with Joshua needed a catalyst, so she 　　used this request to sneak out. 　　 —When Estelle and Brute returned to the Lorent Hotel, it was already late at night on the third day. 　　 "Well, let's rest today. I should go home and visit." 　　 "Hmm? I thought you'd stay with me." Brute's flippant tone made Estelle feel a little 　　uncomfortable. But as he played with her hair, Estelle involuntarily stopped. 　　 "Why... Joshua... do you really hate me?" she murmured, her thoughts unintelligible. 　　 It was a feeling of utter dislike; her chestnut hair was entwined with Brute's fingers, and the air 　　was thick with an ambiguous atmosphere. 　　 Yet, Estelle couldn't resist. 　　 If Brute's frivolity and Joshua's composure were completely opposite, she found herself strangely expectant.

Unbeknownst to Estelle, right outside the inn's window, a boy with amber eyes
watched everything unfolding in the room with a sorrowful expression.
Joshua had learned of Estelle's return to Lorient from Shera, but when he followed
the two into the inn, he couldn't quite describe his own feelings.
"Hmph, what a brat," Brute said, embracing Estelle. The girl's body was as
delicate and immature as jade, yet even through her clothes, the softness of her skin was palpable.
"Ugh, don't do this!" Estelle was startled by Brute's sudden action and tried to struggle
free from his embrace, but her soft arms were powerless, and she had even
forgotten the stick-fighting training she usually practiced.
"Ugh... Huff... Mmm... Yo..." Her breath was more like a gasp than a cry, the girl's flushed cheeks as red
as an apple on the table. A pale yellow ribbon hung down beside the apple, becoming Brute's
tool to restrain the struggling girl .
"Still thinking about that guy at a time like this?" Brute seemed to be muttering to himself, his back to the window,
yet his words sounded mocking.
Sweat soaked through the thin gauze, revealing glimpses of the girl's alluring skin. It was just a kiss, a
passionate kiss where tongues intertwined, and Estelle had already lost all strength, slumped against the table, her eyes gleaming
with a melancholic light.
"...How...could...this be..." The lingering warmth from her lips gradually moved to the girl's collarbone,
traveling down it, the shame growing stronger, every cell in her body restless, the places touched feeling
like they were being corroded and heated.
Outside the window, Joshua seemed petrified, unable to believe what he was witnessing
...
The joke had ended. Brut didn't make any further moves. Instead, he picked up the girl's body and moved
her to the window.
"Jo... Joshua... you, how did you get here?"
Estelle felt a strange sensation upon suddenly seeing the stunned boy outside the window.
"And Shera-nee, why is it you?!"
The young man who had been following her had suddenly turned into a woman, which Estelle couldn't understand for a moment.
"Anyway, well, um, haha, I remember now, Aina and I made plans to go drinking together!
Goodbye!" Suddenly transformed into Sherazad, "Brut" dashed away, leaving
the two staring blankly at each other.
"..."
However, in the shadows unnoticed by the two, the person who should have run away was standing there.
At the same time, a woman was beside him.
"What a terrifying aura..." 'Brut' seemed to be muttering to himself, or perhaps mockingly
speaking to the woman beside him.
"Boring," the woman replied dismissively, adding in a strange tone, "And besides, you
look really repulsive right now."
"Don't you get tired of wearing that same long face all the time?" The mocking tone annoyed the woman, who turned her face
away as if the man beside her
would vomit at the mere sight of him.
Indeed, a man's body with a feminine face
was undeniably bizarre.
"It's better than you always appearing with a disguise. I really don't understand those brats; they're clearly not even got
those things, yet you fool them.
Or has my sister always been flat-chested?"
"Oh dear, don't say that. That woman is clearly a big-breasted girl. Speaking of which, those breasts
feel quite nice; I really want to touch them again." 'Brut' chuckled lewdly, seemingly savoring
something.
"Hmph, what a disgusting man. He hasn't even finished savoring the little sister's kiss and he's already expecting the older sister's breasts
?" The woman's tone wasn't exactly polite, seemingly showing great disgust for the man beside her.
However, considering their purpose in coming here, it was time
to stop there.
"Oh dear, what a pity. I thought I'd see something interesting."
Just as the two were talking, Estelle and Joshua had already left the inn. If they had continued following
them, they might have seen something worth anticipating, but for now, they had to give up.
"Well then, it's time to go, Luciola. Your sister can't wait any longer."
"Hmph."
Luciola ignored Brutus, watching Estelle and Joshua's disappearing figures,
a slight smile playing on her lips.
...
"Ugh, my head hurts. Aina, what are you doing?"
When Sherazard woke up, she hadn't realized how inappropriate her current state was. In
a room on the second floor of the inn, besides the continuous high-pitched
cursing, there was
Scherazard, her hands tied behind her back to the headboard, her feet bound to the footboard, and even her eyes blindfolded.
She was struggling desperately.
Clearly, this was more than just a prank. Scherazard,
who had been drinking with Aina in the tavern and
annoyed by those two silly little Joshua and Estelle, was now imprisoned in a dark room in an embarrassing position. Standing before the bed were Brute and 　　Luciora
, who had just been spying on Estelle and Joshua from the shadows . 　　 The Bracer's uniform was slightly disheveled from the struggle, but the ropes wrapped around her wrists were not so 　　easy to break free of. From the moment she realized something was wrong, Scherazard stopped this pointless waste of energy. "Hehe, as expected, a slutty big tit 　　 . 　　 " Brute's lewd grin remained on his face as he reached out...

He gave Shera's full breasts a hard squeeze. "Speaking of which, your sister's body must be just as
promiscuous as yours, right, Lucy?"
"Hmph." Lucy scoffed at the man beside him, not stopping him from playing with Shera's body,
but rather watching an amusing drama as he gradually retreated into the shadows.
"Well then, I won't be polite." Brute increased the pressure of his kneading.
Under this stimulation, Shera's mind gradually cleared. Lucyora,
a name she could never forget, if it was her...
a snake?
So she didn't know how she ended up in their hands, damn it, if only she still had the whip.
However, her body began to heat up under the man's ministrations. It seemed they
had given her some kind of drug to stimulate her body.
A slight blush appeared on her cheeks, whether from lingering drunkenness or from the man
's teasing, she didn't know.
"Ugh..." She bit her lip tightly, trying to suppress any strange sounds. However,
Brute's hands seemed to possess a strange magic, kneading her slightly voluptuous
breasts through her clothes, shaping them like dough.
The opening of her clothes gradually became more pronounced under Brute's kneading, revealing Shera's deep cleavage
.
"Stop, stop."
Her mouth wasn't gagged, and although she couldn't see the man's face, Shera could still feel
the disgusting smile on his face.
However, powerless to resist, she could only let the man do as he pleased.
With her hands tied behind her back to the headboard, Shera's figure was more clearly exposed to Brute, her beautiful
curves making him realize that this woman was indeed very well-endowed.
"Ugh, why? Sister... Sister."
Knowing that everything was Luciora's arrangement, Shera couldn't understand her purpose at all.
As the man's fingers traced her nipples, Shera's body began to tremble slightly, her head tilting back
, her eyes, covered by a black cloth, seemingly closed.
Luciola didn't answer her question, simply standing quietly in the corner watching Brute play with Sherazade
's body.
"You'd better hurry, before I change my mind."
Luciola's urging seemed to make Brute hesitate; he stopped what he was doing. But time
didn't stop.
Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, Shera's body leaned forward slightly, her clean, short silver hair falling in front, obscuring
her expression, but both Brute and Luciola could imagine how she resisted this feeling.
Brute withdrew his hand and placed a finger to Sherazade's lips.
As if receiving some instruction, Sherazade, like a vampire thirsting for blood, extended
her small tongue and licked Brute's finger, sucking on it as if to moisten her throat.
"...Mmm...uh..."
"How lewd," Brute exclaimed, as Shera's body twisted, the ropes digging into her wrists
. But she seemed oblivious to the pain, instead savoring
the man's fingers like a delicious dessert.
"Looks like it can be untied now?" Brute seemed to be asking Luciora. He didn't particularly like
this position; after all, he needed to be half-squatting on the floor to reach Shera's sensitive areas, and the cold floor
wasn't comfortable.
There were no objections. Luciora's illusion had indeed completely transported Sherazad's mind to another
place, even without the ropes.
As her body was moved to the soft bed, Shera's legs didn't close
together despite the ropes being removed, because Brute was kneeling in front of her parted thighs, preventing her from closing them.
Like a lamb awaiting its master's favor, Sherazard writhed restlessly, her breathing rapid due to the aphrodisiac
, her whole body burning with heat. Her clothes were almost undone, revealing her fair
shoulders. Her short silver hair traced graceful lines on the bed as she shook her head.
Before she could react, the man roughly invaded Sherazard's lips, irrigating her parched field.
Her head was held tightly, saliva mingling, the fierce invasion leaving her powerless, collapsing onto the
soft, cotton-candy-like bed, becoming the cotton candy waiting to be devoured.
Brut's heart also fluttered when he smelled Sherazard's fragrance. Feeling the warm
touch on her lips, it seemed that the intensity of the kiss was not enough to release some desire within her.
His tongue swept across her lips, and Sherazard felt a tingling sensation in her head under this stimulation, her body growing even hotter. Her
restless writhing grew stronger.
Freed from her restraints, her hands could no longer resist, reaching out to embrace the man's back and extending her
pink tongue…
Feeling her tongue, as smooth as her lips, moving towards the inside of her own, Brut immediately
responded. Their tongues intertwined, Brut's tongue rubbing against hers repeatedly.
"Mmm…"
The panting from Shera's nose fueled Brut's onslaught.
"Mmm…mmm…ah!"
Almost frantically, Shera's panting stimulated everyone's nerves, even
Luciora, who had been watching them from the corner, began to move strangely, her hands unconsciously resting on her crotch.
Brut felt the woman beneath him giving him further instructions, and his initial
hesitation due to Luciora's presence was forgotten. He ended the not-too-long wet kiss, straightened up, and prepared
to move on.
But the obstacle in front of him seemed to be about to be removed.
Although the uniforms of the Bracers are intricately designed, they are inherently very tight due to their suitability for combat.
Narrow. Brut almost violently tore at Shera's collar, but this method seemed ineffective.
Left with no other choice, Brut began to undo the clothes from the waist down.
As the clasps came off, the tight-fitting uniform loosened, easily pushed up to
her chest, exposing Shera's flat stomach to the darkness. Bathed in moonlight streaming through the window
, it shimmered like a jewel.
It was as if he were changing a doll, but Shera offered no resistance, allowing
Brut to remove her upper body armor.
Although the aphrodisiac had clouded Shera's senses, her shyness was instinctively
reflected on her face.
However, Brut was oblivious to these details. As her bra was undone, Shera's
full breasts stimulated his eyes, making him almost forget to breathe.
It was simply too beautiful.
Brutus's hand brushed through her disheveled hair as he gently lifted Shera's body, making her magnificent breasts
more prominent. Even lying flat on the bed, her breasts remained remarkably firm
, almost standing erect, proclaiming her body's intentions to the man.
Shera instinctively tried to cover her chest with her hands, but Brutus didn't give her the chance.
He pressed Shera's arms to her sides, burying his face deeply between those terrifying weapons.
"Mmm, it smells so good. It even smells like milk."
He mumbled these words almost indistinctly, but Shera couldn't grasp the meaning behind them
. The shameful act only intensified her struggles.
As she twisted her body, her breasts began to sway, bobbing against Brutus's cheeks
, as if she were massaging his face with her nipples—it was hard to tell whether it was intentional or unintentional.
The ambiguous state continued, and even Luciora, who was watching from the sidelines, began to breathe heavily, her
voice slightly muffled.
"Ugh...no, don't do that." With Brute's movements, the red nipples of Shera's breasts
were gently pulled up with his teeth, like a nursing child being gently nibbled on.
Sherazade, who had been suppressing any sound, could no longer endure it and finally begged for mercy.
"Hmph, what a slutty bitch, can't even handle this?" Luciora
smiled contemptuously, slowly approaching the bedside, as if enjoying her sister's pained expression.
"Hey, so you want to get involved too?" Brute naturally noticed Luciora's actions and slightly stepped
aside, allowing Luciora to get a good look at her slutty sister's current state.
Although it had been planned beforehand, because of the operation against the Bracer Guild, at Luciora
's special request, her dear sister Sherazade had become the first target of the snake.
"Hmph, are you the only one enjoying yourself over there? Don't forget your mission."
Luciora's meaning was clear: Shera wasn't their ultimate target. Brute
shook his head helplessly, seemingly unimpressed by her actions. However, Luciora herself
was a great beauty. Although they were all snakes and equal in some ways,
she was the mastermind behind this operation, and for now, they had to obey her orders.
"Hmm, ah..."
Shera's groan rang out untimely during their confrontation, reminding them that this
wasn't the time to argue; dealing with the situation was paramount.
"Hey, I said, are we really going to do that?"
Brute seemed confused by Luciora's idea, because
he understood when he saw her actions.
Lucy removed her ornate dancer's robe, revealing her voluptuous body. Her snow-white suspender
stockings perfectly complemented her current wanton appearance. However, aside from the stockings, Lucy's genitals were completely
uncovered, exposing her secret garden directly to Brut's eyes. He couldn't help but swallow
hard.
"Hmph, if you want to fuck this bitch, hurry up, there's something more important to do later." Lucy
seemed completely unconcerned about her exposed body, though the tight leather vest she wore
clung to her full breasts, making them even more alluring.
"Sigh, what a pair of wanton sisters, I really don't understand how you two ended up like this." Brut
seemed to be teasing her, but he still turned his attention back to Scherazard from Lucyola.
"Oh...ouch. My breasts, no!! It hurts!" Under the influence of the drug, Shera could barely utter a
complete sentence to express herself; only simple words seemed to describe Brute's actions
.
Brute's large hands, relentlessly kneading and squeezing her breasts, seemed to want to tear Shera's breasts
apart, kneading them repeatedly with force, perhaps as a show of defiance towards Luciora standing beside her. However,
under such intense movements, Shera finally began to cry out in pain.
"Scream louder, you actually like me doing this, don't you? You're a slut." Brute
showed no mercy, increasing the pressure, his fingers almost cruelly pulling at Shera's soft nipples, his nails
nearly digging into her flesh.
"Huff...ah!" Shera shook her head, her arms held tightly behind her back by the man, only able to make such
a feeble struggle, her short silver hair covered in sweat. It was hard to tell whether it was pain or a tinged pleasure of abuse that caused her
to let out strange moans; it wasn't just pain.
Although under the influence of the drugs, Shera remained conscious. She initially thought it was Aina's drunken
prank, but the ensuing changes temporarily robbed her of her ability to think. However, as time passed
, she gradually adapted to the situation, though her eyes remained tightly closed, as if she were afraid to open
them and see that woman.
Just hearing her voice was enough… oh no, she couldn't think about that. And this wretched man
.
However, the surging tide of passion within her swept over her mature body with overwhelming force. If she
had never experienced such pleasure before, she might have suppressed it with a strong will, but
every thrust from the man seemed to awaken another layer of herself dormant within her soul.
Under Brute's almost wild teasing, it was as if another personality within Sherazard's body was breaking free
and awakening deep within her.
"Hmm, something seems different."
The man, ravaging Sherazard's body, naturally noticed her abnormality, but the current situation
didn't seem good. Brute felt as if his lower body was about to burst, and almost violently
tore Sherazard's battle skirt to shreds. Brute decisively buried his head in that place exuding a lewd aura
.
Unable to exert any force, Shera was powerless to stop Brute's actions. Her legs were forcibly spread apart, and her
thin lace panties instantly became useless shreds in his hands. Brute's fingers
moved like snakes, causing Shera's legs to bend with difficulty, her waist twisting uncontrollably. However,
her beautiful honeypot beneath the triangular pubic hair looked incredibly lewd with her legs spread wide.
Shera's subconscious movements only made things easier for Brute. His fingers roughly teased Shera's wet honeypot,
his fingers covered in slippery, lustful fluid. As his fingertips penetrated deeper, they almost effortlessly scratched the depths of her vaginal canal
.
"Ahhh—" Shera's lower body was lifted by his deeply embedded fingers, and
scrapes of her battle skirt scattered across the bed as her legs trembled. Even her toes curled up.
"Huh, it's so wet?" Brute glanced at Luciora sideways, seemingly
speaking with a double meaning.
"Ugh, ah! There, no!" Shera cried out hoarsely, but her body betrayed
her condition. Hot, sticky fluid gushed out with each finger's movement, making Brute's fingers move even more
smoothly.
Shera's pubic hair, like her head, shone silver, and with the moisture from her vaginal fluid, it
resembled a mercury-paved tunnel, and Brute's fingers were the most recent visitor.
"Alright, looks like that's enough." Perhaps feeling he had played with her enough, or
perhaps Brute himself was eager to release the pent-up desire, after all, Shera's mature and voluptuous body
, especially the distinctive flesh of a Bracer, wasn't something one could easily obtain.
"Ugh... um... ah!!" Shera didn't realize Brute's intentions. As his fingers withdrew from her vagina,
her tightly closed lips began to utter whimpers from the excessive humiliation, as if complaining about the sudden emptiness.
Her body writhed more violently, and a thin layer
of sweat began to seep from between her full, mature breasts, giving off an alluring sheen. At the same time, her pink nipples swelled, appearing very sensitive. This
brief, enticing scene was soon shattered by Brut.
"Hoo hoo...you're writhing so much, you must want it...me too..." Hearing this
, Brut pressed down on her. His hot, hard penis pressed against her soft vulva.
"Ah! No, no...uh!" In that instant, Shera almost regained consciousness, her body twisting
as she tried to escape this terrifying moment. However, her body was held firmly by the man, her tightly closed eyes almost
opening. With a gasp, Shera's soft breasts were flattened by Brut's thick body. 　　And she clearly felt the pressure
on her sensitive vulva . 　　 "Ugh, no, Sister Luciora..." 　　 Seemingly remembering something, Shera called out Luciora's name, the painful memories 　　resurfacing like a nightmare at this moment. 　　 Brute was already at the point of no return; even though Luciora's sharp gaze stung his back 　　, he still slowly thrust his hips forward. 　　 The tight passage was forcibly parted by the hot glans, and under the tension brought by the thick penis thrusting forward 　　, Shera desperately twisted her completely numb body. 　　 But all her struggles were futile. 　　 "Hehehe, it's been a long time since a man visited this place, hasn't it? You slutty bitch!" Brute revealed 　　a cold smile, then aligned his glans with the opening of her honeypot, enjoying the friction as Shera writhed 　　, his penis gently thrusting forward. 　　 "Ugh, it hurts so much, no, don't... pull it out quickly! It hurts! It hurts... ah!" The intense impact 　　turned Sherazard's face ashen, her arms 　　 flailing weakly, her fingers gripping the taut sheets, whether from the emptiness of being filled, genuine pain, 　　or some other complex emotion, it was hard to tell. 　　 "Don't want to pull it out? Then I'll just have to put it in?" Knowing full well his perverse senses, Brute 　　still teased her. Sherazard's mind had clearly returned to normal, but her body was powerless to resist, 　　and her weakness as a woman made her even more vulnerable to the man's abuse. 　　 Without a shred of pity, Brute's penis forcefully plunged deep into her cavity. 　　 "Ah!" Accompanied by a whimper from her throat, Sherazard's vagina was penetrated by the man's thick penis. 　　 A sorrowful glint appeared in her tightly closed eyes, and tears of humiliation streamed down her cheeks. 　　 Brut felt Shera's flesh contracting and tightening, instinctively resisting the intrusion, 　　almost as if it were squeezing his penis. Although she was no longer a virgin, her mature body had such a tight 　　passage, making his thrusting almost difficult. 　　 However, as Shera gradually adapted to Brut's enormous penis, her will and body reacted in 　　a chain reaction. Although it was still incredibly tight, preventing the man beneath her from freely releasing his desires, 　　the inner walls of the passage had become slippery and smooth. 　　 Brut lifted Shera's full, round buttocks, his penis slightly withdrawing before thrusting again violently, into her...

He began thrusting in and out of her vagina. As his penis gradually adapted to this intensity, Brut was no longer satisfied with small,
gentle thrusts. He grabbed her plump buttocks, kneading them forcefully while simultaneously accelerating his hip movements,
plunging even deeper into her vagina with greater ferocity.
"Ah... um... ah..." Shera was completely speechless. The intense and uncontrollable sensation gradually
replaced the previous discomfort. The rough shaft rubbed against her vagina, and Shera's
gaze became unfocused under Brut's powerful thrusts, her small mouth opening and closing as she gasped for breath.
"Scream louder, you slut!" Brut thrust violently, almost completely withdrawing from her before plunging back
in completely.
With each violent thrust, the violent force pushed Shera's entire body, causing her
two large, white breasts to bounce and sway in astonishing arcs.
Shera had opened one of her tightly closed eyes at some point, her gaze glazed over as she stared blankly into the air, clearly
lost in thought.
"Slut, am I fucking you good?" Brut, seeing Shera's swaying breasts, reached out and tugged at
her bright red nipples, uttering vicious words. He completely overturned everything.
"Ah! It hurts!... Ah, ugh!" Shera cried out in pain, but the surging sensation within her body
instantly transformed the sound into a strange moan. Her lower body muscles twitched, stimulating the man's
penis at a strange frequency.
"Feels good, doesn't it!" Brut sensed that Shera was close to orgasm, and his thrusting
became even more intense. The muscles of their joined genitals collided repeatedly, making a slapping sound.
"Mmm—ahhh—" Shera's bones seemed to shatter, her body completely limp,
and her moans reached a new peak.
Brut then reached between Shera's legs, gently rubbing her sensitive
clitoris, which was already too sensitive to be stimulated by any further stimulation. This technique, combined with vigorous thrusting, caused Brut to feel a sudden
burning sensation at the tip of his penis. Shera finally ejaculated.
"Ugh, I'm going to cum too, Shera!" Caught off guard, Brut shuddered.
He then embraced the struggling naked woman beneath him, forcefully thrusting his massive penis deep into her. He then lifted
her buttocks and shook them, giving his penis intense friction. "Ugh...so hot!" Shera felt a strong jet of fluid 　　spurt
from the tip of Brut's penis after he said that. Thick semen filled her tight passage and continued to gush inside, 　　completely filling her uterus. 　　 "Oh...ah...oh...so much!" Finally, Brut reluctantly ejaculated into 　　Shera's body. Not satisfied with this, he didn't immediately pull out his penis, but instead blocked 　　the exit of Shera's vagina, seemingly wanting to savor the afterglow. 　　 His penis didn't go limp after ejaculation, but Shera could no longer feel anything; her consciousness was finally 　　on the verge of unconsciousness from the pain. Her dazed eyes saw only her sister Luciora's 　　face, filled with resentment… 　　 The night was still long. 　　 … 　　 “Shera… Sister Shera?… What's wrong?” 　　 “Oh, Joshua and Estelle. Hehe, I drank a lot of wine just now, even Aina couldn't outdrink me 　　…” 　　 When Joshua and Estelle returned to their hotel room and found Sherazade, she was 　　staring blankly at the ceiling, her naked body surrounded by scattered fragments of Bracer clothing, red and swollen 　　marks on her skin, and semen slowly flowing from her vagina. 　　 It was all like a nightmare, but the nightmare seemed to have only just begun…

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