Episode 3. Part 2 – Seal

The deeply embedded fake p*nis was pulled out to the base of the glans in one fell swoop, only to be stabbed again without warning several more times. Again and again, wet breath escaped Ashria’s lips, unwillingly, as the sensations assaulted her flesh in, a relentless fashion.

The constant pounding of the imitation p*nises inside her hole was enough to make her feel overwhelmed. The other men watching began to approach, one by one.

They cupped her tiny, bruised bra*sts, pinched and scratched at the tender flesh hidden within her labia, and teased her.

“Ah, ah, ah… hmm, hmm, ah!”

Ashria bucked her hips, writhing in pleasure that made her hair stand on end. But her bonds restricted her range of motion.

“Hey, your hole is so tight when I touch it.”

“Do you want me to do it harder?”

A few more giggles followed, and the men’s groping became more rough.

The swollen cl*toris was crushed into an unrecognizable mass, rubbing helplessly under the men’s hands.

In the end, it was Ashria’s turn to cry out in pleasure.

Two fake p*nises were thrust in and out of her, each at different speeds. The men disappointed that they couldn’t put theirs in, concentrated on teasing her hole.

Suddenly, someone’s hand parted the flesh of her shapely as$ and made its way to her hidden backside.

Surprised by the unexpected touch, Ashria squeezed her eyes shut and moaned.

“Hmm…!”

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be able to use this?”

The man said, groping for his pale pink puckered hole.

“His Majesty only told me not to remove the fake p*nis, so the back hole is empty, so I can use it.”

Several knights nodded in admiration at the logic. But Ashria’s face darkened as she understood the implications.

“But are you sure this is okay?”

“Why not, it’s not like we broke any orders.”

“The fake p*nis is still stuck in her p*ssy. We’re just using her back hole, so it doesn’t matter, right?”

Ashria twisted her hips in protest, and the knights chuckled and gave her a swat on the as$.

“Looks like you’ve got a tight as$, Empress.”

Soon she heard the sound of unbuckling her pants behind her.

“Hmph, ah, I don’t like it there….”

Ashria strained at her rear end and struggled weakly. But then, thanks to the unidentifiable wetness of her juices, she relaxed her grip on her backside.

“Hmph, black….”

The cold lube spread, and soon the blunt head of the man’s glans was touching my back hole. Ashria cried out for them to stop, but the men weren’t listening, too busy arguing about who was going to bump their d*cks into her backside first.

After what seemed like an eternity of horseplay, one of the knights, apparently the victor, pushed past the other and stood triumphantly behind Ashria.

“Empress, please relax.”

“Oh, no… Hmph!”

Ashria cried out briefly but was soon silenced by the horrible sensation of penetration as it pushed against her cramped opening.

She gasped at the sensation, which was so different from the tingling in her v*g*na, and tightened her stretching hole, as the man with his c*ck in her chuckled and began to move his hips.

“No, no, no… what the fu*k, His Majesty allowed me to do this, and you’re a bitch. On the subject of s*x slavery….”

Feeling the sticky tightness inside him, the knight thrust his c*ck deeper and deeper. The swollen glans scraped against the never-before-penetrated inner walls and pierced deep inside.

“Ah, ahhhh, black, s*ck….”

Ashria shuddered and gripped the sheets hard as if she hadn’t expected to be violated in such a place.

The man gripped Ashria’s hips, pulling them apart on either side of her, forcing her to arch her elongated waist. With each thrust, her p*ckered as$h*le clenched and bit down hard on the man’s c*ck.

“Ha, f*ck… I’m gonna c*m.”

The man gasped lustfully in ecstasy at the feel of her clinging insides and quickened his thrusts.

Ashria buried her face in the bed, panting and thrusting her hips even higher.

The man’s p*nis was much smaller than Askaar’s, but even so, she could feel it sliding in and out of her back hole, overwhelmed by the fake c*ck already filling her v*g*na.

As he pushed his c*ck in and out, scraping against her inner walls, it felt like he was pushing deeper and deeper into her, along with the fake p*nis in her v*g*na.

At the not-so-pleasant sensation, she squeezed her backside harder, trying to s*ck in the busy column of c*ck, hoping the knight would quickly ejaculate.

“F*ck!”

The man let out a short curse and slapped Ashria’s as$ once, hard.

Surprised by the stinging sensation, Ashria shuddered, thrusting up to the root and nibbling at what was inside.

She could feel the flesh twitching and quivering in the depths of the hole. Ashria chewed her lip as she felt the man impale himself inside her.

She could feel it slip out, hot liquid running down her back hole.

But it wasn’t the end of the action.

As soon as the man who had just ej*cul*ted left the spot, another man stood behind Ashria as if he had been waiting.

A new c*ck, completely different in shape, was slowly approaching, aiming for her rear end.

Ashria closed her eyes in frustration.

If they were trying to make me feel bad, they succeeded.

The fake p*nis in my hole, and the fact that I had to show off my p*ssy with them in front of men, were all fine.

But an as$h*le?

Aside from the pain, I felt demoralized, like I’d just been confirmed as lower than an animal.

“Huh….”

Ashria grabbed at the blanket as she felt the new man’s c*ck p*ke into her back hole.

* * *

By the time Askaar returned from the meeting, Ashria was already fully f*cked.

She had lost count of how many men she had taken, and her plump as$ was a mess of dried c*m.

As he glanced back and forth between her and the knights, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

“It must have been your first time doing it from behind.

Physical pain was one thing, but she must be feeling deeply humiliated to be on her back like an animal, taking turns receiving the c*cks of so many men in her back hole.

Not just any gang rape, but a gang rape in her back hole.

Waiting to see how she would react, Askaar pulled out the two fake p*nises still stuck in her p*ssy. As soon as the dummies were out, v*g*nal fluid began to flow out of the blocked hole.

How exhausted she must have been, she was only now realizing through the empty sensations below that the Emperor had returned.

“…you’re back.”

Ashria barely managed to get the words out, and her eyes flicked to him in exhaustion. Her voice was cracked and unpleasant to listen to from how long she’d been resting.

But her eyes still held no resentment, vengeance, or anger. she just looked very sleepy.

When he didn’t get the reaction he wanted, Askaar’s expression darkened.

Why the hell does this bitch always have those dead fish eyes, and her eyelids just flutter open and shut.

“It looks like you had some fun getting f*cked by guys whose names you don’t even know through your back hole.”

He spit out a sarcastic remark as his anticipation turned cold.

“Oh, or have you already been living with your back hole open?”

“…What?”

“You don’t even bat an eyelid when a c*ck comes in and out of your back hole, that’s how it looks.”

Ashria didn’t argue back, not even worth the effort.

If she was going to be angry, it should be at the right level.

The low-quality mockery, surprisingly enough coming from the mouth of an emperor, was not even slightly hurtful, like a seven-year-old’s giggles.

Maybe it’s because I didn’t expect anything from Askaar in the first place. When had anything pretty ever come out of his mouth?

Ashuria nodded half-heartedly and muttered.

“…I suppose so.”

The corner of her mouth twitched up, and a faint blush crossed her face.

“What?”

“It might be like what Dad said.”

Ashria staggered to her feet, feeling the stunned looks on her face, then crawled over to him and began unbuckling his pants.

“What are you doing?”

“… “Isn’t that what you wanted to do?”

Askaar said, choking back a laugh at the tone of her voice.

“I think someone’s a s*x slave.”

“Yeah… I’m just doing what’s appropriate.”

He was speechless at the muffled affirmation. Askar stiffened unnecessarily and looked over at Ashria, who had already slipped her c*ck through her front crotch, her face as impassive as ever as she stroked her not-yet-erect c*ck.

He was about to interrupt her, but then he realized that he didn’t want to, so he deliberately did nothing, wondering what her reaction would be if he just stood there and watched.

Regardless, she continued her work, taking his shaft into her mouth and l*cking it, as if his reaction didn’t matter in the first place.

Ashria parted her lips at the sight of his c*ck, which had finally risen to its full height. She lowered herself down in front of him and rubbed his c*ck between her as$ cheeks.

It was a good thing the bed was quite high, so she was roughly level with the standing Askaar.

His brow furrowed as he watched her perform an unsolicited an*l int*rc*urse.

“If I get this from there, it will be torn apart.”

Ashria didn’t exactly deny it. But it didn’t matter. Her body was broken as it was going to be anyway, and a little tearing in the back hole wouldn’t make much difference.

“…So you’re not going to do it?”

It was an uncharacteristic question. Since when did he care about such things? Ashria stared at him, her eyes blank.

As she narrowed her eyes, Askaar mocked faintly.

“What the hell are you empress….”

Askaar’s already dirty mood turned to mud.

If it was Ashria who rolled over, why was it me who felt dirty?

If it’s Ashria who’s messed up, why is it me who feels defeated?

Askaar clenched his fists hard. Then he grabbed her scantily clad buttocks and spread them wide open.

“If you want it so badly, I’ll do it.”

The gaping hole of flesh was already filled with the marks of countless men. Askaar rubbed the tip of his glans gently behind her prostrate back as if he were about to insert it, and every time he did, the p*ckered hole would flinch.

It was annoying. How could she act so casual about it, when she’d been locked up in a palace for the rest of her life, waiting to be f*cked, and had the seal on her forearm saying she was a s*x slave?

He had already sensed time and time again that this was not an act or a bluff. Ashria seemed genuinely unhappy with her situation.

There was no will to escape, no will to fall for me, no will to do anything.

Why. Why on earth?

Askaar thought as he groped at her swollen hole, then changed course and headed for her v*g*na.

Is it possible to be this calm when she has been r*ped countless times by men she doesn’t even know, and has been reduced to being a part of her father’s pastime, receiving verbal abuse, and living a life worse than that of a street pr*stitute, not for 10 or 20 years, but for well over 200 years??

No, it isn’t. That means…

because she doesn’t care about life.

Or she thought because there was a way to get out of her situation.

At the thought of the latter, Askaar’s brow furrowed.

No matter how bad his current situation was, Ashria was still royalty. She had a longer life span than the average human, which meant that if she killed her now, she would be able to claim the throne. And yet, she would give up her life and throw it away?

It didn’t make any sense, Askaar thought.

The natural suspicion, then, was that she had a way out.

She has a way to escape, and all she has to do is wait for the day when she can get away from him. So she’s acting obediently, waiting for that day, with a face like she has everything in the world.

It was a strong possibility. When he thought about it, most of her behavior made sense.

“Maybe that’s why.”

Having already made up his mind without any evidence, Askaar gritted his teeth and plunged his c*ck straight into her throbbing v*g*na.

“Ah…!”

Ashria gasped in surprise at the sudden sensation of penetration and bucked her hips. It was unfamiliar, this sudden penetration of her v*g*na as if he were prodding her backside.

Regardless, Askaar was furious. When the hell did he get the idea to sneak away from me, he thought, as he began to stroke back and forth on his impaled prick, ignorant of the way she was looking at him, as if he didn’t know what he was doing.

“F*cking bitch.

His black eyes flashed as he jerked, jerked, jerked promiscuously at the savage flesh.

‘He’d think she had Lourraine Antcal blood in her veins, the way she acts is so disturbing and clever. She must have thought she could get me to let my guard down.

The more Askaar thought about it, the more annoyed and angry he became. So he deliberately picked her up in his arms more roughly than usual and pounded her back like a stallion in heat.

Unlike her posterior, where pleasure was elusive, the damp lining of her v**gna screamed in heightened ar*usal with each stroke of his thick c*ck. A ragged gasp escaped Ashria’s mouth.

It was still too much flesh for her to take casually, but the pain was less intense now than it had been at first.

The sensation of the protrusions scratching relentlessly at her tickling inner walls wasn’t so bad, she thought.

It was a sensation no other man could fulfill, only her father could.

The drenched flesh was slick enough to make it easy for him to f*ck her. Ashria didn’t know what he was thinking, only that she was taking his c*ck with her as$ open like a dumb bitch.

The corner of Askaar’s mouth twitched as he watched her gaping hole swallow the filthy c*ck.

Who would let go so easily?

He hated the way she glanced back at me as if she hadn’t noticed the intensification of their affair. Askaar turned her around and climbed on top of the slender woman.

“Empress.”

A gurgling sound quickly filled my ears, and the sensation of the hideous shaft of his c*ck rubbing against the tender flesh became more vivid. Suddenly flipped over, Ashria looked up at him, a little startled.

Their identical pupils stared straight ahead.

“You cannot leave this place.”

“…What?”

For a moment, he shook his head, not understanding the meaning of the words.

“So you’d better not get your hopes up.”

With that warning, Askaar’s grip tightened and he quickened his pace. The thick, hard shaft thrust back and forth rapidly, churning the flesh inside him.

He felt the glans pierce her to the limit. Expecting to be ej*culated as usual, Ashria sensed something was wrong.

“Ah…!”

The thing that had been so tightly packed into the narrow interior walls had begun to swell like a lump.

Even her normally nonchalant face was wide-eyed at the unexpected situation.

“Oh, Daddy, hmmm, down there…!”

The pillar of c*ck mercilessly stretched her slender inner walls, filling her hole until there was no way to pull it out. The already large p*nis stretched to the point where its shape was visible above Ashria’s skinny lower belly.

Throbbing, I could vividly feel the c*ck, beating like a heart, growing in size in my h*le.

“Ahhhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, Daddy…!”

I bucked my hips and pushed against his belly to get it out, but he didn’t budge.

As his c*ck began to swell, the numerous bumps on the shaft clung to the lining of her v*g*na as if waiting for him. Ashria whimpered and let out a pitiful cry as the sensation made it hard to breathe.

In the meantime, his c*ck had already grown even larger, swelling into a lump. This is why it felt like she couldn’t pull it out even if she tried.

With a swollen c*ck that threatened to burst, Ashria couldn’t spit out any more words, no more words, no more words about what she was doing, no more words.

My throat was tight as if I was going to die, and I could barely keep my eyes open. My vision blurred, and I felt like I was going to let go at any moment.

It felt like a log that had just been burning in the fireplace had been stuck right through the hole.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, black….”

Her fingertips twitched as if struck by lightning. The pain from her unrealistically swollen p*nis was overwhelming.

Ashria reflexively dug her nails into his shoulders, feeling as if her body was about to be torn apart. The red nail marks scarred the emperor’s body, but he didn’t care, only thrusting his c*ck deeper and deeper.

An act of procreation that only imperial men with dragon blood could perform.

Though he had been taught of its existence from a young age, it was something he had never practiced himself.

Even if he didn’t have to go to such lengths, he could still conceive a child through casual int*rcourse, though the chances of success were slim. He didn’t even do it when he was mating with Lourraine.

A wry smile tugged at the corners of Askaar’s mouth as he realized that he never thought he would ever have to perform this act, not unlike canine copulation. Then the pleasure coursing up his spine was unfamiliar, and he rubbed himself deeper between Ashria’s legs.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d do this to carry my child in my daughter’s womb?

But it didn’t matter.

If she dared to run away from me after putting on her obedient face, Askaar would gladly give her a reason to stay.

She didn’t know how or with whose help she planned to leave the palace, but she did know that it would be much harder to get out of here pregnant or with a child than it would be n*ked.

His swollen c*ck, clinging to every inch of his body to prevent any of his c*m from leaking out, began to ej*culate as if it had been waiting.

Ashria’s vision blurred at the sticky, slimy contact against her sensitive inner walls.

She had already taken countless men before this one. Ashria sagged helplessly, too exhausted to put up much of a fight.

A terrible pain ripped through her body, but it was good now.

She’d rather be torn apart by her father now than later.

She gasped for air as if she needed it now.

The ej*culation lasted much longer than usual. The enlarged c*ck was still huge, and it was an agonizingly long time before she could breathe.

She could vividly feel her father’s c*ck throbbing and filling her with hot fluid.

The horrific spasms continued for a while longer, and it wasn’t until the humming, snake-like movement of his c*ck subsided that Ashria realized he was done.

One by one, the bumps on his shaft fell off, and his swollen c*ck shrank back to its original size. Then, as if waiting for her, Askaar slowly withdrew from her.

Ashria’s inner walls clenched and contracted rapidly as the inflated p*nis disappeared.

But she was already half-conscious.

It was still vivid. The horrible sensation of her father’s c*ck swelling inside her hole. The feel of the countless bumps clinging to my inner walls.

She knew this wasn’t just any ordinary s*x. No man had ever done this to her before.

“I don’t know why you do this to me,” Ashria said, her voice low in her ears.

“You’re going to have a child.”

The words startled Ashria. The words snapped her out of her daze.

“…What?”

“You’re going to get pregnant.”

“What does that mean….”

Her mind, filled with thoughts of death, cleared. She asked again, her voice trembling.

“A child?”

Askaar wordlessly locked eyes with her, and Ashria returned the gaze without averting her own.

A faint crack appeared in her otherwise impassive expression, and Askaar smiled triumphantly at it.

“Yes, you’ll be embarrassed, if you will run away from my sight, it won’t be easy especially when you are pregnant.

Ashria’s eyes widened even wider at his insinuation, and she gaped like a fool.

How in the world could he be so sure of the meeting when he had just ended the relationship?

her heart was pounding. What a child. she didn’t want it at all.

she was destined to die before the fall next year, she didn’t know if she’ll be able to give birth in such a weak body, and even if she did, she’ll die so soon.

Ashira did not want to leave her mark on this wide world. She didn’t want to leave her only child alone with a human-like that.

He was already violent and ruthless, even to his daughter. She was destined to be broken anyway, so she doesn’t mind being played by a father like that…

She knew very well that this was not the way to treat a new life.

Askaar said nothing more. he ignored the dumbfounded look she gave him and walked to the bathroom.

Once the door to the bedroom closed behind me, Ashria groped for her body in a daze, until the active ache between her legs reminded her of the s*x she’d shared with him earlier, and she cringed.

“His lying.

‘No. I’ve never heard of it… I’ve never heard of it… I’ve never heard of it… I’ve never heard of it… I’ve never heard of it… I’ve never heard of it.’

Ashria interrupted her train of thought and grabbed her stomach with her skinny arms. It wouldn’t. It had not to be. For a long moment, she wrapped her arms around her stomach with all the strength she could muster.

Her black-red, noble hair, a symbol of royalty, flowed like blood across the white blanket.

She laughed self-deprecatingly at her hair.

There was a time when she, too, had cursed her birth into this environment every day. As she writhed in agony as she was consumed by her mother’s experiments, she often thought she would rather die.

But the only reason she was able to remain so indifferent to life was because she knew that if she died, this cycle of suffering would end. And that death was not far off.

But it never once occurred to her that she wanted to pass this on.

I didn’t want to have a child that looked like me and put them in the same situation.

What if it’s true? What then?

A shiver of fear ran down her spine, but she denied it and closed her unblinking eyes.

It had been an unusually tiring and exhausting day. She hated the hot sunlight streaming through the curtains.

When would I ever rest in peace?

He tugged at the last remnants of black magic on his wrist, hoping and praying that this paltry breathing would end soon.