Chapter 5 of [The Alliance of Lustful Heroes]

Author: ddd4878
First published on the forum on July 5, 2016
Chapter 5, Section
1.
Morgana looked down arrogantly and coldly.
"Hello, super soldiers!"
"You will arrive at the center of the Shenhe Civilization—the Shenhe Galaxy—in three days.
There are thirteen groups that have answered the call this time, from ten intermediate civilizations and three low-level civilizations, just like Earth."
"The Shenhe Civilization needs you super soldiers, whether it's to eliminate those two old bastards, Zilean and Ryze,
or to fight against that bitch Kayle."
"After you arrive on Shenhe Star, you will participate in a duel tournament specially organized for you by the Shenhe Empire.
The result of the competition will directly determine your position and status in the Empire..."
Plank listened to the Fallen Angel's words while glancing at Sona's bulging breasts not far away.
"Old man, don't even think about messing with my Ministry of Internal Affairs!"
Karma said with disgust when she saw Plank's gaze.
"Hehe, why would we touch Commissar Karma's people? Am I that bad?"
Plank said with a grin, showing no embarrassment whatsoever. A glance at Karma's C-cup breasts revealed
a hint of disgust; he didn't like such small breasts.
"...Alright, the specifics will be told to you when you arrive on Shenhe Star. Goodbye, friends!"
Morgana gave Gray one last look before the holographic projection slowly disappeared.
Gray said a few words, and the remaining people gradually left.
2.
Shenhe System.
Shenhe Star, Imperial Arena.
Katarina stared at the scarred axe-wielding warrior opposite her. This was a super soldier from Nor, possessing
terrifying brute strength.
In an instant, in the blink of an eye, Katarina hurled a throwing knife, followed by a Flash Step,
appearing behind the man.
By the time the man reacted and raised his axe to block the knife, Katarina had already stabbed
him in the back of the chest.
After striking, Katarina used another Flash Step to retreat rapidly. The scarred man, though pierced in the back by a dagger,
didn't fall due to the super soldier's powerful vitality. He pulled out the dagger, and the wound healed rapidly.
He turned around, glaring angrily at Carter. Carter maintained a safe distance from the scarred man,
using her agility to launch surprise attacks time and again.
The entire arena was filled with Carter's crimson figure. Carter pushed her speed to the limit,
her long, bright red hair flying wildly as she moved at high speed.
"This Carter is indeed a formidable opponent," muttered
Talon, the powerful assassin known as "Shadow of the Blade," watching the scene from the stands
. For the first time, he considered this seemingly delicate girl a threatening
opponent.
"But unfortunately, she was already subdued by Senior Izawa; she's just a puppet..."
"What are you saying?" Irelia tilted her head, asking curiously, not having heard Talon's mutterings.
"...Nothing, I was just saying, your dimples are beautiful..." Talon turned and saw Irelia's captivating
face, and couldn't resist kissing her.
"Mmm..."
...
3.
As time passed, Katarina's advantage became increasingly obvious.
The scarred man's wounds were multiplying, gradually exceeding the speed of his body's recovery, and the outcome seemed
inevitable.
Sure enough, amidst Katarina's swirling Death Lotus, the scarred man shouted his surrender—if he didn't surrender,
the countless wounds accumulating and still increasing would threaten his life.
After all, this was just a duel aimed at testing and discovering the warriors' combat abilities, and the super soldiers themselves
had extremely strong vitality; unless a major accident occurred, it was generally unlikely that one side would die.
The entire Imperial Arena was enormous, somewhat like an enlarged version of the ancient Roman Colosseum, with marble railings
surrounding it, and shoulder-high stone steps rising one after another to form tiered stands,
with passageways on the side.
From a distance, the entire arena resembled an ancient behemoth crouching in the heart of the city,
exuding a bloody and cruel aura.
If you flew overhead and looked down, you would see this ancient beast opening its blood-red maw, devouring
the power, desire, and ambition in people's hearts.
If the camera zoomed out further, you would find that the entire map of the Divine River capital resembled a giant dragon, with the Imperial
Arena being its eye! The dragon coiled on the planet Divine River, which
revolved endlessly around a distant star, seemingly unrelated to everything else.
...
The arena was artificially divided into eight sections for duels. In the southeastern area, Teemo was
using "Moe's Run" at full speed, his opponent a two-handed sword assassin, whom he simply couldn't defeat
...
Unsurprisingly, the Yordle lost. This was not his forte; he
was more adept at scouting and ambushing than direct combat.
Teemo walked off the stage dejectedly. His final appointment would be decided after the final duel of all nearly 500 super soldiers
. The duel used a double-elimination system, which Morgana felt better reflected
the true strength of the warriors; the Empire needed truly capable individuals.
After Teemo conceded, Irelia and Talon took to the stage.
Irelia faced a powerful opponent skilled in control, but
the passionate blood of Ionia flowed through her veins, and her innate talent made her unafraid of control. This usually delicate and lovely
beauty was cold, decisive, and agile in battle. Before the blade of the Blade's Will, the enemy
ultimately had no choice but to surrender with bitterness.
Similarly, the Blade's Shadow, a top assassin, fell before his opponent could even see his form, succumbing
to his shadowy attacks.
Sona, however, wasn't so lucky. Disliking combat to begin with, she faced the Void
Eye Vel'Koz, an alien from the Void. After a few exchanges, she was ensnared in mid-air by Vel'Koz's numerous agile tentacles. Her
swollen breasts, seemingly about to burst, were constricted by the tightly bound tentacles, forcing Sona to surrender in shame and anger.
The duel continued.
The entire gladiatorial tournament was estimated to take at least a week to conclude.
Imperial dignitaries and elders were also closely monitoring these potential "future colleagues
or subordinates" via satellite television. After all, everyone wanted truly capable individuals under their command, but
the Empress would personally oversee the final appointment decisions, so they couldn't go too far.
In a special ward of the military hospital,
General Oranchi, the Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial High Command, lay in bed watching the live broadcast of the gladiatorial tournament.
At 45, Oranchi was a rising star in the military. He'd recently been experiencing sleep problems, so
he decided to come to the hospital for a checkup and then recuperate at a special sanatorium for a while.
4.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
A young nurse knocked on the door and entered.
"Good morning, sir!"
came the nurse's sweet voice.
"Hmm, hello."
Oranchi looked up from the television at the nurse who had brought him his medicine, and his eyes lit up.
The pink nurse's uniform accentuated her pert breasts, rounded buttocks, and long ponytail cascaded down her slender
neck and back; she exuded the youthful vitality of a twenty-year-old girl. The nurse
sat down beside the bed with the medicine tray, asking Oranchi about his condition with concern.
Actually, he wasn't really sick, just a little tired, but Oranchi seemed suddenly
interested, carefully discussing his symptoms with the nurse, his hand unconsciously grasping hers placed beside the bed.
The young nurse couldn't break free, so she let him hold her, continuing to discuss her condition and explain
things she needed to pay attention to.
However, Orlanchi clearly wasn't listening to her, half-sitting up and leaning closer to the edge of the bed. Suddenly, Orlanchi
reached out and grabbed the nurse's name tag. The girl was startled, but seeing that the commander seemed
to be looking at her name tag, she didn't pay much attention.
Unexpectedly, Orlanchi suddenly changed his grip, grabbing her full, swollen breasts through her nurse's uniform
and kneading them incessantly, while his other hand wrapped around her shoulders to prevent her from getting up.
"Ah!...Commander, what are you doing..."
The nurse panicked, but with Orlanchi holding her, she couldn't get up and could only let the
large hand on her chest do as it pleased.
"...Stop...please..."
the girl pleaded softly. She dared not offend the man before her, nor did she dare call for security.
With Oranchi's power in the military, he didn't even need to say a word; a single glance
was enough for all the guards near the military hospital to obey his commands. If she called in the guards and angered Oranchi,
nothing good would come of it.
"...Sir...please don't..."
Oranchi ripped open the top two buttons of the nurse's uniform, and the girl's full, luscious breasts sprang
out. The red lace bra only covered half of her breasts, and the deep cleavage swayed before Oranchi's eyes, causing
his manhood to instantly bulge through his pants.
"Little girl, I didn't expect you to be so slutty. You're not even wearing anything underneath, and you're wearing such sexy lingerie."
The nurse blushed and lowered her head, not daring to speak.
The man pulled the bra down below her breasts, exposing her full, round breasts .
Two nipples, erect and engorged,
stood proudly in the center of her pale areolas, whether from nervousness or excitement.
Oranchi turned the girl around and began kissing her, his hands moving incessantly.
"...Please...don't do this..."
After a while, Oranchi turned the girl around so her back was facing him, and yanked the hem of her nurse's skirt up to her waist, revealing a pair of red lace panties that matched her bra. The low-waisted panties almost shrunk to a 　　slit
behind her pink buttocks , nearly resembling a thong. 　　"Ah!" 　　Oranchi roughly ripped the panties off, half-kneeling down, pulled down his pants, and thrust his engorged, hard penis 　　into the nurse's tender vagina. 　　"...Ah...No!...Please...Pull it out...Ah...Ah..." 　　"...We'll be discovered...Ugh...Ah...Ah...Ugh..." 　　Oranchi ignored her pleas and continued thrusting forcefully. 　　On the television, the Magnum Gunner Tristana was firing rapidly, spraying shell after shell at the enemy opposite. 　　In the hospital room, Oranchi was also kneeling on the hospital bed, thrusting rapidly and ejaculating thick streams of semen into the nurse's anus. 　　After finishing, Oranchi grabbed the girl, pressed her head down, and forced her to clean the filth off his penis with her mouth. 　　On the screen, the Gunner Girl had already carried her cannon barrel, which was almost as tall as her, into the exit corridor. Her opponent was 　　being carried away on a stretcher by medical personnel—due to the direct impact of too many shells, the poor super soldier had 　　temporarily passed out and lay limp on the stretcher like a dead dog. 　　However, the battlefield in the hospital room showed no signs of ending. Oranchi felt 　　his penis, which was showing signs of revival in the nurse's mouth, pull the girl up onto the bed, hoist her legs onto his shoulders, and, in the most traditional and easiest 　　position for deep penetration, once again entered her body from the front and continued his assault. 　　"...Ah...ah...ah...um...ah...ah..." 　　Oranchi rhythmically thrust into the girl's delicate body beneath him, and the girl couldn't help but 　　let out seductive moans with the rhythm of the thrusts. The entire bed creaked and groaned from the intense movement, as if it might fall apart at any moment 　　. 　　"...Ah...um...ah...ah...um..." 　　"...Ah...um..." 　　The girl breathed heavily, unable to utter any words other than subconscious moans, her 　　firm breasts shaking violently with each thrust.

The man lowered one of the girl's legs, raised the other, and continued thrusting violently, changing his kneeling position.
"…Ah……Gently…Gently…
" "…Please…"
The man thrust slowly, reaching the edge of the bed. He pulled the girl's nurse's uniform down to her forearms
, forcing her hands behind her back. Then, Oranchi roughly shoved the girl, pushing
her upper body off the bed. Before she could even cry out in pain, Oranchi's strong
hands grabbed her legs and pulled them apart, creating a 180-degree angle. Oranchi knelt on the edge of the bed,
his hands supporting the girl's spread thighs, and with a thrust of his hips, entered her again.
In this position, the girl was pressed against the edge of the hospital bed, her upper body straight down, her face pressed to the floor,
her hands wrapped behind her back by her nurse's uniform, her legs spread wide to the sides. The man's thick penis
was working hard inside her, each thrust like a pile driver, pressing her down onto the floor.
Her full breasts were also pressed against the floor, squeezed into two fleshy mounds, and saliva
dripped from her mouth onto the floor. As the thrusting continued, the girl's blushing expression began to crumble.
Finally, it felt as if an electric current rose from her feet, flowing through her body and rushing to her head. Under the intense thrusting,
the girl's face was flushed, her breathing rapid, her eyes slightly closed, her body tensed suddenly, her hips involuntarily twisting
, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, flowing down her slender waist and navel onto the floor and into her mouth. However, the rape
wasn't over. After reaching orgasm, the girl was limp and her eyes were glazed. But perhaps because he had just ejaculated,
Oranchi's penis was very hard and showed no sign of ejaculating. He forcibly lifted the girl's limp
body and continued thrusting against her, pressing her down on the ground.
"…………"
The girl's eyes were glazed over, her tongue unconsciously drooling from the corner of her mouth.
Finally, ten minutes later, Oranchi felt an urge to ejaculate at the tip of his penis. He quickened his thrusts a few times and pulled
out his penis, spurting out streams of hot, foul-smelling semen, all spraying onto the girl's face, which was pressed against the ground.
After ejaculating, Oranchi released the girl. Her entire body lay limp on the floor like a dead dog, her tongue
and cheeks soaked in a mixture of semen, vaginal fluid, and saliva.
A full half hour passed before the girl gradually recovered, while Oranchi, already fully dressed, sat by the window
smoking and watching the ongoing gladiatorial combat.
Seeing that the girl had regained her strength, Oranchi went over and pulled her onto the bed.
"What a slut, dressed like that, you've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?"
"...Commander...please, let me go...I really can't take it anymore..."
"What, haven't you had enough yet and want to continue? If you don't rest, I'll have to rest too."
Oranchi teased with a wicked smile.
Hearing this, the girl blushed even more.
"You can go now."
The girl seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, quickly put on her disheveled clothes, some semen stains still on the corner of her mouth, and
limped away.
Oranchi sat back on the sofa and continued to watch the live broadcast of the gladiatorial combat with great interest.
5.
"What's wrong, Akali?"
In the nurses' break room, the head nurse looked at the limping nurse and asked with concern.
"Ah...no...nothing, I just twisted my ankle."
...
The fierce gladiatorial combat was in full swing, and the losers still had a second chance. Everyone
was giving their all to defeat their enemies, gritting their teeth and fighting hard, as this was related to their future and fate in the Empire.
Gray did not participate in the gladiatorial contest. As the leader of the mid-level civilization's super soldiers, he didn't need
to prove his worth in such a way. Her Majesty the Queen summoned him directly.
It was a magnificent and imposing palace, its nearly hundred-foot-high eaves and bracket sets majestic and awe-inspiring, its towering pillars piercing the clouds. In the wide marble plaza before the palace, lifelike statues of eight fallen angels 　　stood around the perimeter,
each with a unique form, their presence seemingly imbued with the energy of dark magic. 　　... 　　Morgana sat high on the exquisite throne in the hall, a magnificent dark green robe flowing freely, 　　black wings outstretched behind her. Such a proud and perfect soul possessed an exquisitely beautiful face. 　　She sat there, radiating endless majesty and allure! 　　"Come in!" 　　Graves had finally made his way through the deep corridor to the main hall's entrance, and was about to announce his arrival when he 　　heard Morgana's clear and majestic voice. He straightened his attire and stepped into the hall. 　　Unexpectedly, the vast hall was empty. The Empress looked down at him from her high position. The 　　only things in the enormous space besides him and Her Majesty were the intricate carvings and the dazzling light of the magical crystal chandeliers. 　　Gray took five steps to the throne, knelt on one knee, and respectfully said, "The third-generation super soldier—Malcolm 　　Graves—pays respects to Your Majesty the Empress! Graves is willing to serve the Empire!" 　　"Serve? How will you serve?" 　　Morgana's cold, pleasant voice came from above. 　　"I… Gray is willing to fight to the death for the Empire's grand cause! I will obey Your Majesty's commands!" 　　"Heh heh, obey my commands? Fine, come forward first." 　　Gray, unsure of Morgana's intentions, rose and took two steps forward, kneeling again. 　　Just as Gray was about to ask a question and raised his head, Morgana suddenly stretched out her right foot 　　in front of Gray's face. 　　"Lick it clean for me, okay, General Grey?" 　　Grey stared in shock at the jade-like foot encased in black stockings extended before him, unsure of what to do. Morgana, 　　however, directly placed her stockinged foot against Grey's face, teasing his lips with her toe. 　　Grey hesitated for a moment, then steeled himself, made up his mind, and stuck out his tongue to take the foot in his mouth. 　　He gently grasped the silky little foot with both hands, diligently licking and sucking it through the stockings. 　　6. 　　Morgana watched Grey kneeling before her, diligently sucking and licking her foot, and giggled sweetly.

Morgana poked her toes into Gray's mouth, one by one.
Gray felt the silky smoothness in his hands and smelled Morgana's faint perfume.
A certain part of his body gradually reacted. He held the silk-stockinged jade foot in front of him and licked it even more vigorously.
The saliva that flowed out soaked the stockings, making them stick to his skin in patches, making them even more alluring and arousing his
lust.
"Help me take off the stockings, okay?"
Morgana's seductive voice rang out softly.
Gray obeyed and slowly pulled the stockings out with his teeth, being careful not to bite the queen.
"Giggle giggle..."
Another burst of laughter that made one's bones melt.
"Okay... take off your pants..."
Gray finally managed to bite off the stockings on his right foot. Just as he was about to pick up the other foot to continue, he heard Morgana
's soft and seductive voice and had no choice but to stand up with difficulty and take off his pants.
A throbbing, already aroused and angry member stood erect before the Empress, its glans glistening with a thin,
clear fluid.
Gray lowered his head in shame, fearing the Empress's wrath. Normally, this rough and unrestrained outlaw
would never be so timid and hesitant. If any woman dared to seduce him like this
, he would have already pinned her to the floor and fucked her until she cried and begged him… Yet now, the one actively seducing
him was the supreme ruler of the entire Divine River Civilization, the absolute dictator—the great fallen angel,
Empress Morgana. Leaving aside whether he could defeat this alluring woman who possessed the mysterious power of dark magic, unless
he wanted to live too long, he would never dare harbor such wicked thoughts towards the Empress.
But the incomparably beautiful Empress was relentlessly teasing him. Her
perfect, alluring body, capable of making every man in the universe's blood boil, and her soft, seductive voice, seemingly possessing a magical allure, kept swirling and echoing before him.
Yet, he could do nothing—it was unbearable torture, the gunman thought. He just wanted to get away
from this hellish place as quickly as possible.
Lost in these wild thoughts, he suddenly felt something soft and smooth pressing against his penis.
Looking up, he saw the Empress reclining on her throne, her legs clamping his shaft, gently stroking it
. One slender, smooth, delicate foot and the other ankle clad in sheer black stockings—two different
sensations, yet equally captivating.
Under Morgana's ministrations, his penis swelled even more, swelling several times larger. Unable to withstand such
intense stimulation, Gray quickly ejaculated, his white semen spraying onto Morgana's alluring
stockings and smooth calves.
Gray, seeing this, was even more terrified, bowing his head deeply, fearing the Queen's wrath.
"Hehehe...you can go now,"
Gray said, feeling as if granted a pardon, quickly and tremblingly retreating.
Morgana gave a seductive smile, rising to clean the stains from her legs and feet with magical flames
...
7.
Gray emerged from the magnificent palace and headed straight for the cell where Caitlin and the others were temporarily imprisoned. The Queen
had truly tormented him; now he only wanted to find an opportunity to completely release the burning desire within him.
The final decision on where Caitlin and the others would be imprisoned would have to wait until the appointment results were announced. Since Gray and
his men had captured the prisoners themselves, the Empress had no intention of interfering; it was entirely up to them. Although they were
super soldiers, super soldiers were not rare in the vast territory of the Empire. However, the vast
majority of super soldiers possessed only diluted special bloodlines or ordinary special abilities.
These super soldiers were essentially half-human, and some unlucky ones were even captured, specially trained,
and sold as high-class slaves to powerful figures.
Entering the cell, Caitlin and the others were all exhausted and weak, bound to pillars and walls. Ashe and
Fiona were half-suspended from the rafters, only their toes touching the ground.
Gray grabbed Caitlin, who was bound to the pillar, and re-secured her to the T-shaped wooden frame on the wall. He
stretched out Caitlin's hands and locked them into the locks on the frame. Caitlin twisted and struggled violently.
After securing her hands, Gray wrapped a thick rope around Caitlin's breasts several times, binding her upper body to
the support behind her. Her breasts, which were not large to begin with, were squeezed into a pair of proud, erect peaks by the rope. The more Caitlin
struggled, the tighter the rope became.
Gray knelt down and removed Caitlin's boots, tying a thin rope around her ankles and securing the other end to the base
. This allowed Caitlin's feet some room to move, but not too much.
"...Where is this...what are you going to do to us..."
Caitlin and the others probably didn't know that they were now
on a distant planet far removed from Earth. The days of imprisonment and Diana's recent ordeal had made them increasingly fearful and uneasy,
on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Gray bent down and licked Caitlin's toes. The smooth, soft feel of the flesh-colored stockings excited him
.
Caitlin was unbearably itchy from his licking, squirming restlessly but unable to escape.
"...Um...you...you don't lick...ah...um..."
Gray licked his way up, unbuckled her belt, tore off her beige shorts, brought his face close to Caitlin's
thighs, and held her buttocks with both hands, licking her repeatedly up and down through her light yellow lace panties
.
Caitlin was extremely embarrassed, but couldn't escape, so she could only lower her head in shame and beg him to stop.
"...Um...no...please..."
"You beast! Let go of Caitlin!"
Fiona, watching Gray grope Caitlin, couldn't help but shout.
Gray stopped, turned around and looked at Fiona with a sinister smile.
"Looks like you don't understand your situation...since you want to have a good verbal exchange, then pay the price."
"Beast! What do you want from us? We've already surrendered!"
Ashe also chimed in from the side.
Diana wanted to speak, but remembering her ordeal a few days ago, she trembled and swallowed her words
.
Raven was also about to open his mouth in anger when two sharp slaps rang out. Ashe was slapped twice by Gray,
causing her to stumble and the iron chains around her head to swing wildly. She struggled for a while before regaining her balance. Ashe quickly
shut her mouth, not daring to speak. It was best not to provoke this man.
"Slap!"
Another crisp slap rang out, and Ashe's body swayed from side to side again, her arms
aching from the ropes. Gray seemed to be in a particularly bad mood today. Several bright red finger
marks appeared on Ashe's face. Gray grabbed Ashe's high breasts viciously, staring at her glaringly.
"Will you dare to talk nonsense again?"
"..."
"Say it!"
"...No...I won't..."
Gray turned and walked towards Fiona.
Fiona looked up and glared at Gray as he approached.
Gray glanced at her with amusement, said nothing, and took a half-person-high
wooden horse from a nearby storage cabinet of torture instruments. He removed the ropes Fiona was hanging from, lifted her onto the horse, spread her legs, and secured them to either
side. Her hands were still bound tightly behind her back with ropes.
He ripped off Fiona's black skirt suit and quickly stripped her naked, leaving her only in a
black lace bra and panties. Two vertical rubber rods from the back of the horse were inserted into Fiona's vagina and anus, respectively
.
Then Gray turned on the horse, and it began to rock back and forth on the power of the motor.
Fiona sat astride the horse, with two thick rubber rods inserted into her body. As the horse
rocked back and forth, the rubber rods moved in and out of her vagina and anus. Fiona blushed with shame,
letting out soft moans, her eyes filled with humiliation and indignation as she looked at Gray, but dared not utter another word.
Gray finished dealing with the Sword Maiden and returned to Caitlyn. He tore open her leather jacket, pushed up her bra, and
began sucking on her pink nipple, while his other hand reached into Caitlyn's panties, probing her vagina with his fingers.
"...Ah...no...um...stop...there...no...um..."
Gray continued for a while, feeling that her vagina was wet enough, then pulled down his pants, held his
penis, and thrust it into her vagina.
"...Ah!...pull it out...ah..."
Gray untied the ropes binding Caitlyn's feet, lifted her up, and thrust into her vagina again and again.
Recalling Empress Morgana's soft toes and smooth, taut calves through her stockings, Gray
imagined Caitlin before him as Her Majesty the Empress. He watched the proud and holy Empress moan wantonly before him,
her entire body trembling with each thrust, her snow-white breasts
swaying exaggeratedly up and down under the pressure of the ropes.
Gray imagined the Empress's perfect figure and exquisite face, and then recalled her earlier teasing and
flirting. Imagining himself defiling the Empress, Gray thrust even harder, each stroke penetrating deep
into her vagina, almost piercing her cervix. Each withdrawal caused her thick labia
to flip outwards before being thrust back in.
"...Ah...ah...oh...uh...um...ah..."
"...um...hum...ah...oh..."
Caitlin trembled violently from the deep and intense thrusting, her breathing rapid, her fingers flailing wildly
. Looking down at the man rapidly moving in and out of her body, Caitlin's ears flushed crimson
with embarrassment, yet she couldn't help but let out alluring moans.
"...um...oh..."
With each thrust, penetrating to the very bottom and hitting Caitlin's cervix, Caitlin
felt an uncontrollable surge of heat, her vagina becoming increasingly itchy, unconsciously arching her back, wanting the penis
to penetrate even deeper.
Feeling the man's penis rubbing against her vagina, Caitlin's body grew hotter and hotter, a strange
sensation spreading throughout her body, and her moans unconsciously becoming louder. The people around her, including Ashe,
blushed deeply, but Caitlin herself remained oblivious. Now, all she could think about was the penis thrusting in and out of her body
, feeling its burning heat, and the way the man was kneading and rubbing her nipples
. Caitlin's eyes grew increasingly glazed, her moans more seductive and alluring. She couldn't resist taking his lips into her mouth,
offering her tongue, their saliva mingling. Her expression was hazy and shy, her face flushed, yet her movements became increasingly proactive, wild, and frantic
, responding to his thrusts.
Gray looked at the "Queen" completely lost in his arms, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He increased
the force, thrusting harder into the beautiful woman before him, who was completely absorbed in the sensation of his penis…
…
Gray dressed and left the cell.
Leaving behind the humiliated and angry swordswoman, riding a wooden horse, and
Caitlin, hanging on the wall, her swollen genitals continuously leaking semen…
8.
The Imperial Capital.
Not far from the Imperial Arena, in front of a sprawling building, the strategist commander Swain
alighted from a luxurious carriage, leaning on a cane with one hand and Ahri on the other, looking up at the castle-like building's entrance—
the four characters "Divine River Casino" were emblazoned in a flamboyant style on the magical crystal archway.
Ahri appeared unusually docile and obedient in Swain's arms, but the innate allure in her eyes made
the attendants beside him dare not look at her any longer.
Swain went to a black and gold VIP room on the third floor, leisurely sipping a
vintage red wine from 15 years ago on a Landias leather sofa, while Ahri sat beside him feeding him fruit.
Speaking of Swain, the earliest record of him appears in the notes of a doctor at a Noxian retirement home
.
According to the record, Swain limped into the ward without shouting or complaining; his right leg was broken
in two, the bone protruding from the skin. A sinister little bird perched on his shoulder, as if it were stuck to him.
When the doctor inquired about his health and age, young Swain answered calmly, even
staring directly at the doctor, which intimidated the doctor. Despite the constant cracking sounds emanating from Swain's shinbone,
his gaze never wavered, and even the excruciating pain from the exploding shinbone couldn't alter his resolute eyes. Because
his leg injury couldn't be cured surgically, the doctor suggested magical treatment, but Swain refused,
requesting only a crutch to help him walk.
A second record of him appears in the documents of the Divine River Empire's army, though these documents are incomplete.
Normally, the proud army of the Divine River Empire would refuse a lame man, but the documents record that his
first appointment was as a high-ranking officer.
Those soldiers who served Swain and survived continued to obey his commands and possessed unwavering
loyalty. Swain's rank in the high command rose rapidly, with
officers of higher rank often requesting to be demoted and join his army. As a cunning strategist, war had brought Swain countless honors.
(Partially quoted from Swain's backstory, slightly edited)
Swain lit a Ferroni cigar, seemingly waiting for someone. Thick smoke rings
rose in the room. The cigar came from the Ferroni Plains, far across from Noxus, made with the finest local tobacco
. Despite serving in the Empire for many years, Swain still preferred cigarettes from his hometown, spending
a considerable sum each year to purchase them from the source and transport them back to his residence in the Empire via long interstellar journeys.
A few minutes later, a woman in a black cashmere coat appeared in the doorway.
Swain looked up.
"Syndra, you've finally arrived."
"Hmph! You raven, you're quite impatient."
"Heh."
Swain chuckled, without replying.
The casino manager personally brought in the gambling equipment and placed it on the table.
"I say, Swain, you've really been bewitched by this fox lately, taking
her everywhere you go."
"Heh, compared to Ahri, General Syndra is no less stunning!"
"Hmph!"
Although she knew Swain was flattering her, no woman dislikes being praised for her beauty, and besides, Syndra
's slender, perfect figure paired with her icy, beautiful face truly made her one of the Empire's top beauties.
"So, shall we stick to the usual?"
Swain inquired.
They came here almost every week to gamble and relax, and after a while, they felt that playing small games with random people
was no longer interesting. Given their status in the Empire, there weren't many people qualified to be their card-playing partners, so the two
simply agreed to meet here every week for a gambling session.
"The usual."
Syndra and Swain were practically political rivals in the military; their respective factions were constantly at odds
, often resulting in friction, big and small. However, this didn't hinder their leisure time outside of work. Given their respective
positions in the military, few dared to boss them around.
Swain and Syndra sat opposite each other at the round gambling table, their personal bodyguards
standing ramrod straight behind their bosses, their eyes fixed straight ahead. Ahri sang songs into the room to add to the merriment.
The manager himself acted as the dealer, dealing three cards to each person in turn.
They didn't use the rules of Texas Hold'em, but instead played a simpler game of comparing hands, commonly known as
"Golden Flower." Each person had three cards to compare, taking turns betting, doubling down, and even placing blinds—simple and straightforward.
Usually, they would call with a minimum of 50,000 Divine River Coins, and the maximum bet in a single round was 500,000. Neither of them carried bank cards or used computer transfers; they each
withdrew 10 million in cash, and if they lost it all, that was it. After all, it was just
entertainment, and 10 million was neither a big deal nor difficult for either of them, unless you were incredibly unlucky and lost everything every week
.
Swain picked up his cards and glanced at them; they were a pair of 8s
. "100,000."
It was Syndra's turn to bet.
Syndra glanced at Ahri, who was singing passionately in the middle of the room: "A crow and a fox, quite a match indeed!"
Swain wasn't angry at all, leisurely smoking his cigar and patiently waiting for her to bet.
"Hmph, 200,000."
Syndra had intended to provoke Swain, but seeing that he was unmoved and didn't urge her, she felt bored.
After a few rounds, Swain revealed his cards first. A pair of 8s against a small straight, Swain lost 800,000.
"Hehe, a straight right away, looks like I'm on a lucky streak today."
...
Two hours later, it seemed that Syndra was right; Swain had already lost more than 4 million. Even the usually composed
Swain couldn't help but frown slightly.
9.
"Sindra, you're having a lucky day."
"Hehehe...not bad. What's wrong, you dead crow, are you done for?"
"Heh, playing this all the time is boring, how about we try something different?"
"You want to turn things around?" Syndra teased Swain. Winning money was secondary; she
was just happy to see Swain unhappy. "Okay, I'll give you that chance. Tell me, how do you want to play?"
"Texas Hold'em."
"Okay."
The manager continued dealing.
Swain and Syndra each held two hole cards. The manager burned another card and dealt three community
cards: q of spades, k of clubs, and 7 of spades.
Swain held the k of spades and the 10 of spades.
Swain glanced at Syndra and casually threw in 500,000.
Syndra revealed her hole cards: ace of diamonds and k of hearts—a very good hand.
Syndra deliberately paused, then silently called with 500,000. "Hey, you damn crow, don't even think about
bombing me." She
continued burning cards, the next community card: the King of Diamonds.
"Heh, how could that be? 100w."
Syndra's eyes narrowed slightly. The cards on the board, plus her hole cards, could at least form
a set of three, and a fairly high one at that. Even if Swain had a King, she still had an Ace.
With such a strong hand, the chances of winning were high.
"I'll raise to 2 million."
"Okay, 2 million it is."
Swain threw in another 1 million.
Syndra looked at the dealer's deck, hoping that if another K or A came out, she would have a four of a kind or
a full house (a winning hand), which would be a near-certain win.
After the dealer burned the cards, the last community card was dealt, a 2 of spades.
Syndra thought it was a pity, but she was currently at KKKAQ, so her hand was still quite strong.
It was Swain's turn to bet again.
Swain looked up at Syndra and said, "I allin!"
This was a slang term from the game's origin, and it was impossible to know which language it came from. It meant betting
all your chips.
Syndra glared at Swain, gritted her teeth, and decided to call. She was afraid that this damn crow would bomb her,
and besides, her own hand wasn't bad either.
With over 10 million chips in the pot, if Swain won this time, he would not only get back
the 4 million he lost before, but also make a small profit.
The cards were revealed.
Swain got a flush and won.
Swain smiled and handed over the money: "Syndra, I didn't bomb you, why would I bomb you? I'm not
that kind of person."
Syndra was furious, but there was nothing she could do about it.
"Continue!"
...
"I all in!"
Swain went all in again.
Syndra was seething with anger. Swain had over 11 million chips in the pot, and he had
bet all his previous winnings. She only had over 8 million left; even if she went all in, she couldn't win all of Swain's money.
Syndra hesitated.
"I call! Remember what you don't have." Syndra pushed all 8 million in her hand out.
A flush against a full house.
She lost again.
10.
After taking the money, Swain smiled at Syndra: "Still owe 3 million."
"I'll pay you back tomorrow!"
Swain's face darkened. "Debts must be repaid. Today's bet is settled today. There's no reason to delay.
Don't you know this is bad sportsmanship?"
Syndra glared at Raven, stood up to leave, not believing Raven would dare stop her.
Swain watched Syndra leave without stopping her, sipping his red wine.
But as soon as Syndra stepped out of the room, she nearly bumped into a burly figure around the corner.
"Pansen...it's you. What are you doing here?"
Syndra wasn't afraid of Swain, but she was somewhat afraid of the muscular war maniac before her. It wasn't that Pansen
held a high position, but rather that he was a complete scoundrel. Pansen was Swain's apprentice, usually extremely savage and
rude. However, the Queen appreciated his fighting abilities and usually turned a blind eye to his behavior in the capital
.
"General Syndra, it's only right to pay back debts. You're not allowed to leave this room today until you pay back your money!"
The bodyguards behind Syndra, seeing Pantheon, wisely refrained from attacking. This guy's
violence was notorious.
Syndra had no choice but to be forced back into the room.
"I have no money right now, and you won't let me make a phone call. How am I supposed to pay your teacher?"
"I don't care. You lost the money yourself, so you have to find a way to pay it back!"
"But how am I supposed to pay it back?!" Syndra was so angry her nose almost twisted.
She wouldn't care about 3 million, or even two more zeros, but this Pantheon was a real bastard! He wouldn't let her contact the outside world;
how was she supposed to pay him back?
"Heh, if you don't have money, you can pay with your body! Hahaha!!" "
You!!..." Syndra was so angry she couldn't speak. If anyone else dared to insult her like this, she
would have made them regret ever being born.
"Alright, alright, don't make things too difficult for General Syndra."
Swain stepped in to smooth things over, after all, he couldn't really ask her to pay with her body.
"How about this, this cashmere coat you're wearing is nice. Although it's not worth 3 million, General Syndra
wore it. I'm sure if I put it up for auction, countless of the general's followers would be willing to pay."
Syndra hesitated for a while, looking at Pantheon beside her with a fierce expression that looked like he wanted to devour her, and could only
sigh. There was really no other way...
Syndra got up, took off the cashmere coat and handed it to Swain, then sat down angrily. Now Syndra
was only wearing a close-fitting cotton undershirt, which perfectly highlighted her high breasts and flat stomach
. Even the outline of her bra was faintly visible.
"You're not without a chance to win back your losses. Now that you have no stakes, we can gamble in a different way."
"Speak!" Syndra's cold voice spat out from between her teeth.
"There's a gladiatorial contest going on in the capital right now. Why don't we watch the live broadcast here and bet on who wins?"
"If you win, I'll give you back your coat, and for every subsequent win, I'll give you 3 million."
"And if you lose?"
"Lose? If you lose, you'll have to take off another coat and give it to me."
Swain smiled maliciously.
"You!..." Syndra was furious, but she really wanted to win back her losses. Putting aside the embarrassment she'd suffered today, she had to
win back the coat, otherwise, she'd have to go back wearing just an undershirt? She, Syndra, couldn't bear the humiliation...
"Fine! We'll do it your way!"
Syndra steeled herself; she couldn't risk anything!
The manager helped turn on the projector, and the live broadcast of the fight was playing on the screen.
"To be fair, we'll flip a coin to randomly decide who wins. Heads means betting on
the player who comes out from the left, and tails means betting on the right. How about that?"
"Okay!"
"Alright, let's wait for the next group. Let's flip the coin first."
Syndra took the coin and flipped it. Heads, she chose the player who came out from the left to win.
Swain bet on the player who came out from the right to win.
The current round of competition on the screen quickly ended, and the next group began.
11.
Both fighters in this duel were enormous.
On the left was an ancient giant crocodile, clad in heavy steel armor and walking upright.
On the right was a fierce and warlike bear-man, also heavily armored.
The duel began with close combat, their immense brute force almost striking flesh with every punch,
causing the marble floor of the arena to tremble violently.
The bear-man's body surged with wind and thunder power, paralyzing the crocodile with electric shocks every time they engaged in close combat
.
Unexpectedly, seeing that further fighting was futile, the crocodile activated some secret technique,
its body enveloped in surging dark energy, and its size increased even further.
The situation on the field changed drastically; the bear-man was being chased all over the arena by the giant crocodile, multiple deep wounds exposing bone
and bleeding profusely, staining the entire floor.
Seeing this, Syndra finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled knowingly; it seemed the coat had been retrieved
.
However, the smile didn't last ten seconds before it froze and stiffened.
It turned out that, at some point, the bear-man had abandoned its escape and, like a madman, turned and charged at the crocodile.
A pair of thunderous claws unleashed a storm of lightning.
The close-quarters combat between the two fierce warriors was brutal and bloody. Judging from the accumulated injuries, the bear-man was clearly at
a disadvantage. They attacked each other almost suicidally, completely neglecting defense. Surprisingly, just when the
bear-man seemed to be severely wounded and on the verge of collapse, its body suddenly began to recover at an astonishing speed
, its wounds healing almost visibly!
As this continued, the crocodile gradually lost its strength and was about to be completely overwhelmed by the bear-man,
forced to passively endure the attacks. Finally, the crocodile reluctantly signaled to the referee that he had lost. He feared he
would lose his life if he didn't surrender; the bear was practically going berserk.
"..."
Syndra stared blankly as the crocodile slunk away, her face instantly darkening
. She cursed the crocodile as a useless piece of trash.
"Heh heh, I say, General Syndra, it seems you lost the bet,"
Pantheon's forced smile rang out.
"..." Syndra glanced at Pantheon, then stood up without a word, rolled up her shirt with both hands, and
pulled it off completely over her head. The way she stretched out her arms to remove her clothes was incredibly alluring, causing the men present to breathe heavily
.
Syndra handed her undershirt to Swain with a grim face. Swain looked Syndra up and down. Now, Syndra
was only wearing a black, sexy lace bra covering most of her snow-white, alluring breasts, revealing
a deep cleavage and a large expanse of flesh below her fair neck.
Despite Syndra's usual cold and aloof demeanor, she was now blushing, her head slightly lowered, unable to look at Swain.
When had she ever dressed like this in front of a man? A feeling of humiliation and injustice welled up inside her, but forced by circumstances,
Syndra had no choice but to brazenly sit there quietly, trying to maintain her last shred of dignity.
Swain's narrow eyes were fixed on Syndra's proud breasts, barely contained by her bra, and her flat
stomach.
Syndra felt uncomfortable under his gaze and tossed a coin.
"Heads again, my left, your right," Syndra said, maintaining her usual cold voice.
The next match soon began.
Swain also turned his gaze to the screen.
This battle pitted the Troll King Trundle, appearing on the right, against Shyvana, the Dragonblood Warrior from Runeterra
.
To everyone's astonishment, the powerful dragon race, possessing the blood of the Sky Dragon,
had their once-proud resistance and tenacious vitality completely suppressed under the curse of the ugly troll king 　　. Although
Shyvana fought valiantly thanks to her powerful pure-blooded dragon might, showcasing the dragon race's proud nature of never easily admitting defeat, 　　the troll's eerie freezing domain seemed to make defeat inevitable. 　　... 　　As expected. 　　Syndra lost again. 　　Swain stared straight at her, and she shamelessly stared back at him, sitting there without moving. 　　"Take off your bra, Syndra," 　　Swain said to Syndra in a calm tone, as if chatting with an old friend. 　　"..." Syndra remained seated, her face seemingly even redder, even her ears turning 　　bright red. 　　"You don't have to take them off, but if you change to the other one, you'll have to take off two pieces at the same time. You can choose to take off your stockings and skirt 　　." 　　"..." Syndra finally breathed a small sigh of relief. At least she didn't have to actually take off all her clothes. She hesitated for 　　a while, then finally bent down and silently took off her semi-transparent black stockings and skirt, holding them in her hands. 　　"Give me your stockings, Syndra," Swain said with a grin. 　　Syndra had no choice but to blush as she got up and handed the stockings and skirt to Swain. 　　Swain took the black stockings, which still had Syndra's body heat, and took a deep sniff, 　　praising them pervertedly, "Hmm! They smell good!" 　　Syndra bit her lower lip and returned to her seat opposite her in a huff. Now, she was only wearing a 　　bra and a low-waisted lace panty, the black color matching the bra making her look even more alluring and mysterious. 　　Ahri also stopped singing and obediently sat down in Swain's arms. Everyone was staring at 　　General Syndra, who was dressed unusually scantily in the room. The key point was that she wasn't wearing a bikini or anything like that; this 　　absolute beauty among the Imperial officers, one of the most beautiful women in the capital, was now, in public, voluntarily 　　stripping down to only her underwear. 　　Feeling the burning gazes on her, especially from the numerous bodyguards present, whose postures, though still 　　upright, were all clearly showing bulges, Syndra secretly vowed to execute the bodyguards she had brought with her the moment she returned 　　; otherwise, she would have no face to show in her department.

"Still betting, General Syndra?" Swain asked, feigning politeness.
"...Bet!" How could she possibly leave in this state? She had no choice but to go all in!
"Next, you'll be taking off your bra. And don't cover yourself with your hands."
"..."
"Hehe, let's begin. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm sure the General's bra will fetch a sky-high price,
huh? Hahaha..."
"..." Syndra gritted her teeth in anger and shame. With each heavy breath, her alluring breasts
heaved violently, making her even more tempting...
"Clang!"
This time, Swain tossed first, heads.
Pantheon glanced at the screen, then turned and went into the restroom. The restroom in this black and gold VIP room was as large as a small living room.
"Hello, this is Pantheon. Arrange for a stronger player to compete from the left side of court A2 in the next round,"
Pantheon said quietly into the phone.
The man opposite knew this old man was probably gambling somewhere again, and he was happy to earn Pantheon's
favor for such a small matter.
...
In the room, Syndra didn't notice Pantheon's departure. Given her current state, even if she saw Pantheon
go to the restroom, she probably wouldn't suspect anything, since Syndra didn't usually engage in gambling games. She
nervously stared at the screen.
...
Sure enough, she lost again.
Pantheon had already returned to the hall from the restroom. Seeing the gambling results, he stared at Syndra with his bull-like eyes, as if he
were about to devour her at any moment.
"Do you need me to help you untie it?" Swain asked "friendly."
"Hmph!"
Syndra blushed and unhooked the back straps, taking off her bra for him. A pair of even, smooth breasts were completely exposed, and Syndra 　　displayed her breasts
like a prostitute in front of all the men . 　　Small areolas, brown nipples. Syndra endured the lewd stares of all the men present, including 　　her own bodyguards, who couldn't help but stare at her exposed breasts. She couldn't cover herself and could only let 　　the men admire her. 　　... 　　Next match. 　　Jax vs. Skarner. 　　Syndra "unluckyly" picked Skarner. 　　Jax skillfully fought back and forth, almost confusing Skarner, but he just couldn't touch Jax 　　. 　　Skarner lost! 　　... 　　Swain clicked his tongue and said to Syndra, "Tsk tsk, the General's used underwear, I won't 　　sell this, I want to keep it for myself!" 　　... 　　Now Syndra was completely naked, sitting stiffly in her seat, her entire neck 　　flushed red. 　　Finally, Syndra mustered her courage and spoke, "Swain... let's bet one more time!" 　　"Oh? I'd be happy to, Your Excellency. But you've already lost even your underwear to me!" " 　　...One last bet. If I win, you return all my clothes. If I lose, I 　　... I'll..." 　　"Then what?" Swain asked deliberately, the initiative now entirely in his hands. 　　Whether to bet or not depended entirely on his mood. 　　"...I'll transfer half of my assets to you!" 　　Swain looked up at her upon hearing this. 　　"No bet!" 　　Although the enormous sum was undeniably tempting, Swain wasn't after money; he sought war. Besides, 　　his own assets were already vast. He wanted to see Syndra suffer. 　　"Please..." Syndra said bitterly. 　　Hearing Syndra actually beg him, Swain burst into laughter. 　　"...If I lose, I... I'll let you do whatever you want with me..." 　　"Hahahaha!!" 　　Syndra was determined to win it back! If she lost... she'd deal with it later. 　　"Fine! Since you're begging me, then so be it, let's gamble again!" 　　... 　　Pantheon went to the bathroom again. 　　As expected, Syndra lost again. 　　"Syndra—" 　　"Hmm..." 　　"Come here and kneel down." 　　"...You!..." 　　"What do you mean, 'I'? A bet's a bet, are you trying to back out?" 　　Swain's tone instantly turned cold, and his face darkened. 　　Pantheon had already come out of the bathroom, glaring at her. 　　... 　　Syndra had no choice but to obediently walk over and kneel gently in front of Swain. 　　"Lick it carefully!" Swain pulled down his pants, his engorged penis pointing straight at Syndra. 　　Syndra smelled the pungent, fishy odor in front of her, her head slightly lowered. She had never done this before and didn't know what to 　　do, so she just knelt quietly in front of Swain, like a female slave who had done something wrong. 　　"Can't you hear what your teacher is saying?" 　　Pantheon's tone was already very unfriendly. 　　Syndra had no choice but to reach out her small hand and grasp the penis in front of her, then gently take it into her mouth… 　　Lacking experience, Swain showed no sign of ejaculating even after a long time, leaving Syndra anxious and unsure what 　　to do. She knelt and served Swain for nearly half an hour, her mouth and tongue aching from sucking and licking, 　　but the penis in her mouth only grew harder and hotter. 　　“…Why…why aren’t you ejaculating yet…” 　　“Hahaha, Syndra, being served by your little mouth is so comfortable, how could it possibly ejaculate so quickly 　　?” 　　Another twenty minutes passed. 　　Swain finally ejaculated in Syndra’s mouth, deliberately pulling out for a moment to spray her 　　face before shoving it back into her mouth for her to clean. 　　… 　　12.

Swain gave an order to the manager, who went out and brought in a bag. The casino manager was now
extremely nervous and apprehensive. Both sides were people he couldn't afford to offend, and he had witnessed such a sensual
and exciting scene. He felt the situation was getting out of control; things had developed unexpectedly. He had seen
something he shouldn't have. It seemed he had to quickly pledge his loyalty to Swain and choose sides after this was over. Only
Swain could protect him now; otherwise, Syndra would definitely kill him once things were over.
Swain made Syndra kneel on the ground and ordered Ahri to take off her clothes.
Ahri gave Swain a resentful glare, but still obediently walked to the center of the area and took off her punk-style
leather jacket and skirt—underneath, Ahri was wearing a sexy lingerie set called "Phoenix Seeking its Mate,"
incredibly alluring. As soon as the clothes were off, the breathing of all the men in the room involuntarily quickened. If Syndra was
a cold, icy beauty, then Ahri was definitely the kind of irresistibly alluring little devil.
Swain made them kneel together back-to-back, taking a piece of "Double-Headed Dragon" from the manager's bag. Swain
inserted one end of the "Double-Headed Dragon" into Ahri's vagina, while Syndra, holding herself, inserted the other end into her own
vagina.
As the name suggests, the "Double-Headed Dragon" was made of a rubber rod about the thickness of a male penis, with both ends shaped
like simulated dildos, covered in many large and small protrusions. Inserting each end into the vagina of two women
allowed them to simulate the feeling of being fucked by a man for mutual pleasure.
"Syndra, I'll give you a chance. Let's see who brings the other to orgasm first. If you win, I
'll let you go today."
Syndra, blushing, lay on the ground, her buttocks bumping against Ahri's, comforting each other.
Inspired by Ahri's bold and unrestrained movements, Syndra gradually increased her movements, her tense body slightly
relaxing.
The lewd atmosphere and the unavoidable situation in the room washed over Syndra like waves
, gradually eroding her last shred of reason and dignity. Following Ahri's seductive moans
and tasting Swain's salty semen in her mouth, Syndra's eyes grew increasingly hazy, her expression more and
more alluring.
She thrust her hips back forcefully, ramming the rubber rod deep into Ahri's body while simultaneously
pounding herself against the force.
"...Ah...ah...oh...um...hum...oh..."
Syndra's barely audible moans gradually grew louder, each higher groan mingling with Ahri's
equally seductive cries, echoing in the soundproofed room.
Pantheon, his eyes already bloodshot from watching, pulled down his pants and walked up to Syndra,
forcefully shoving his penis into her mouth without a word.
Swain, leaning on his cane, approached the two women, carefully observing the erotic scene of their union.
The "dildos" at both ends of the "double-headed dragon" were frantically thrusting in and out of their bodies, each impact of their buttocks splashing up
their juices.
Swain used his cane to tease Syndra's swaying breasts.
"Is it good, General Syndra?"
"Ugh!...Ugh!...Ugh ugh..."
Syndra, with Pantheon's massive penis in her mouth, couldn't speak. The thrusts of her buttocks and
the movements of her mouth were perfectly synchronized, requiring no effort on her part.
...
The usually noble Syndra couldn't withstand such intense stimulation; without a doubt, Ahri had brought her to
orgasm. With Pantheon's penis still in her mouth, her body convulsed uncontrollably,
gushing out streams of hot, erotic fluid from the rubber rod.
Pantheon gave her no time to rest, thrusting wildly a few times before plunging deep into her throat and
ejaculating a thick stream of semen into her.
"Glug...glug..."
Forced to swallow every last drop of Pantheon's semen, and then carefully
cleaning the remaining semen and grime from his penis with her mouth and tongue, Pantheon finally pulled away and walked to the side.
"Cough cough!..."
Ahri
got up and snuggled into Swain's arms, acting coquettishly. Swain's hands continued to tease and stimulate Ahri, and he
said to Syndra on the ground, "Since you lost again, then you'd better serve all the men here properly until they
are satisfied. Then you'll have paid off your debt for today!"
"..."
Syndra knelt on the ground to rest, panting heavily, and couldn't even answer Swain's words.
Next, at Swain's signal, all the men, including Syndra's own bodyguards, took off their pants and
came forward. Faced with such a seductive and alluring scene, and such a beautiful woman with both elegance and charm,
they were all driven by lust, temporarily becoming animals driven by their lower bodies. They didn't care who she was, even if they were about to die,
as long as they could fuck her, fuck their usually noble and proud boss, they were willing!
So, everyone walked towards Syndra...
In a short while, Syndra's anus, vagina, and mouth were all stuffed with men's penises.
"Ugh!...Ugh...Ugh...Ugh..."
Her hands were still gripping a penis and stroking it, while those who couldn't enjoy Syndra's services were either squatting and playing with her
breasts, or frantically masturbating, trying to ejaculate on Syndra's face and body.
As soon as one person finished, another would take their place.
Just an hour later, Syndra's flat stomach seemed to have swelled slightly, her anus and vagina
filled with the semen of different men, and her stomach was mixed with the pungent semen of five or six men. Her body
was covered in dried or semi-dried semen stains, her snow-white breasts were covered with red claw marks and teeth marks, and even her nipples
were pulled unevenly, unable to recover.
Syndra was so exhausted that her entire body slumped to the ground, her anus and vagina opening and closing as if
panting, both entrances unable to close temporarily due to the prolonged and intense penetration.
"Alright, Syndra. I'll let you off the hook for today!"
"..." Syndra was too exhausted to utter a single word.
Swain got up to leave, but Syndra stopped him.
"...I...my...panties and bra...please give them back to me..."
"Hahaha! Why should I give you back what I've already lost?"
"...Please...don't torture me anymore...you've already fucked me so badly...please...
give them back...okay..."
Syndra pleaded breathlessly. How could she go back naked like this?
"Hehehe, you're begging me again? Syndra, this isn't like you. When have you ever begged anyone? You
've begged me twice today? Hahaha!!"
"Beg me properly one more time!"
Swain deliberately made things difficult for her.
"...Good brother...give me back my panties...please...please..."
Syndra quickly crawled over and grabbed Swain's trouser leg.
"Call me Master!"
"..."
"...Master...please give me back my...panties...and bra...please...I'm a slut...
I'll get gang-raped if I go out naked..."
"Hahaha! Hahahaha!!"
Swain laughed maniacally. He was truly having a blast today. Besides, he wasn't really a pervert who liked collecting
women's underwear; he just wanted to see Syndra suffer and be embarrassed. Since Syndra
was begging him so humbly and shamelessly, he was satisfied. He threw the panties, bra, stockings, and skirt at Syndra's face,
spitting on the panties hanging on her face before leaving, laughing maniacally to his heart's content.
End of Chapter Five.

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