Even If It’s Depraved - Chapter 10

He smiled, languid as a beast that had just made its kill. Then he lifted her hips high and slammed down with enough force to bend her spine.

In that moment, it was as if she saw herself sinking into dark, thick water—an inescapable, violent whirlpool of fate, pulling her under.

In the end, perhaps the strongest current of destiny could not be avoided.

She had set foot in this family. She would carry its seed in her womb.

It was tragic. It was infuriating. And yet, resignation had set in, she no longer had the strength to fight. From the moment she met him by the lake to this very instant of perverse violation, every moment had been within fate’s grasp.

Brunhilde let go of the helm she had fought so hard to hold and surrendered herself to the current.

Perhaps he sensed her surrender—the way she gave herself over—because his hunger grew more tenacious. He left bite after bite on her b*****s before beginning to thrust harder. A deeper part of her opened, and pleasure slowly spread through her. Brunhilde let her cries flow freely, sobbing as she moaned.

Franz watched her body unfurl beneath him in a way different from before and exhaled a long breath.

The moisture at the corners of her eyes smeared without even forming tears. Her pretty lips never closed, spilling moan after moan. And between them, her tongue moved—lewdly, hungrily.

“Ah—haah—ngh!”

He kept driving into her tight, struggling channel. At some point, heat began creeping into her breathy moans.

Brandt’s eye for prey had not failed him. A woman his father had already set his sights on, there was no questioning her natural lewdness.

Now she was even beginning to move her hips in rhythm with his. The look of pleasure on her face was so gratifying he could barely stand it. Her demure, dignified features were crumbling. Her damp violet eyes narrowed, glistening. Her brow was faintly furrowed, her lips bitten, her white throat exposed.

Every time he thrust deep, her lips parted like a blooming bud, spilling moans before closing again—and even that fanned his desire. He wanted to strip away the composure she still clung to even as she gasped, wanted to make her cling to him and beg.

“Nngh—ah!”

Her thin thighs tightened around his legs. Her face openly betrayed her need to press her legs together and reach climax—she looked like she might tumble over the edge at any moment, gasping for release.

Of course, he had no intention of letting her come.

Franz deliberately paused his hips and planted his knees more firmly.

The moment her thrusts stopped—just as she’d been about to burst—the princess, desperate for more, twisted her hips as if begging. The way her face grew more lost to hunger was so satisfying that his chest felt full, even without release. He turned to speak to his father again.

“Now, Father. Look.”

“Ugh—kh!”

“This lewd face, flushed with pleasure even as she’s taken beneath her new stepson. That gasping breath, desperate to reach her peak—is it not the very image of a wanton woman?”

“Haah…!”

Brunhilde’s insides clenched as she rubbed her thighs together. Her violet eyes, wet and pleading, begged for release—but Franz only smiled and shook his head. Some urge drove him further.

He bent low, bracing her back, and pulled her up to straddle his lap.

“Hah—!”

The deeper angle made a moan slip through her red lips. He made sure they stayed joined as he shifted off the bed.

Kneeling beneath his father’s bed, he twisted the princess’s hips—bent over him like an animal in heat—and she clenched around him, moaning. He grabbed her b*****s, lifting her upper body slightly, and looked up at his father.

“Fortunately, unlike the lower c**t that knows a man, they say the upper hole is still pure.”

“What are you—”

Franz seized the back of Brunhilde’s neck and shoved her white face between Brandt’s spread thighs.

Even bound and naked, even forced to watch his new bride being taken beneath his son, the old man’s c**k was half-hard. Between his sinewy, aged thighs, his length stirred. Franz smiled with satisfaction.

“It may not grip as tightly as the lower hole, but since it’s untouched, it should serve well enough for Father.”

“You—kh!”

“Now, Mother. Open your mouth and suck your husband’s c**k.”

“…!”

“Isn’t it a wife’s duty to satisfy her husband’s needs?”

Brunhilde, unfamiliar with the act, could barely move—even with his length against her lips.

Franz forced her head down, pressing hard on her cheeks. Unable to resist his brutal strength, her mouth opened.

His hot, damp length pushed between her lips. She tried to pull back in panic, but it was useless. The hand gripping the back of her neck would not let her escape.