Even If It’s Depraved - Chapter 11

“The upper hole has never been breached—it seems you’re still unskilled.”

“Mmph—mmph!”

“It’s no different from serving with the lower mouth. Just as you’re now sucking my c**k with that lower mouth, you need only lick and suck Duke Brandt’s c**k—your new husband—with devotion.”

Brunhilde forced her mouth around the musky, damp shaft, her eyes stinging as she looked up. The duke’s bloodshot gaze bore down on her from above, his mouth gagged—like the cruel urging of an inescapable fate.

With her trembling jaw, she barely managed to move her tongue.

She felt the half-hard shaft twitch and swell slightly.

Once the bride accepted she could not escape, she began clumsily moving her lips and tongue, tending to her aged husband’s c**k. The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed obscenely through the dark room. Franz, still buried inside her, exhaled lazily and murmured.

“Indeed, my stepmother’s holes are truly lewd.”

He bent down and roughly grabbed her sagging, supple b*****s.

“Even while serving your aged husband, you tighten like this around me.”

“Mmph!”

His supporting fingers rubbed her stiffened n*****s. Between his rough thumb and forefinger, the red flesh was crushed, heat rushing to her head. As Brunhilde froze her tongue and clenched her thighs, Franz squeezed her b*****s until it hurt, scolding her in a stern voice.

“Focus on your service.”

“Ngh!”

“You are being punished now for your impure body, Mother. The more wrongs you’ve committed, the more devotedly you must serve your husband.”

Brunhilde struggled to move her tongue again. Even with her clumsy efforts, Duke Brandt’s shaft had swelled fully—the tip of his enormous c**k, over a handspan long, threatening her throat. Swallowing was nearly impossible.

As she awkwardly licked along his engorged length and tried to turn her head slightly, struggling to swallow the pooling saliva—

Thwack!

“Hmmph—!”

A massive c**k thrust deep inside her from behind. Brunhilde let out a muffled moan, still sucking the old duke’s shaft.

Unswallowed saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth. The man teasing her n*****s and thrusting deep whispered against her ear, her dark hair disheveled.

“From now on, Mother, you will serve us both—the Brandt father and son—with both of your holes.”

“Nngh—mmph!”

“Neither hole may be lacking in service. Do you understand?”

Before she could answer, Franz began pounding into her. The friction of flesh against flesh spreads a warm, pleasant heat from deep inside. Brunhilde let out muffled, choking sounds as she licked and sucked her husband’s c**k. What had felt unbearable just moments ago now almost tasted good.

Bracing herself against the bedframe to absorb the impact from behind, she flicked her tongue over his leaking slit—where precome was already seeping. Even the old duke’s labored groans had turned thick and phlegmy, anger replaced by something else.

“To think a body as lewd as this never knew a man until last month—it’s almost strange.”

“Mmph—nngh! Haah…!”

“Were you perhaps hoping to be defiled by Father’s c**k too, Princess?”

Franz’s words came in short, breathy whispers as he kept thrusting. Of course, Brunhilde—her mouth full of her husband’s shaft—could not answer. His rhythm grew faster; her sucking grew more desperate. She was now sucking Brandt’s c**k like a child craving its mother’s b****t.

Pssht!

Unable to withstand the stimulation of his young wife sucking and clenching around him while bent over like a dog, Duke Brandt finally erupted. The bitter taste of his release was far from pleasant, but Brunhilde—being taken from behind by her new stepson—could not pull away.

She had no choice but to swallow the duke’s seed, his wilted length still in her mouth.

Her trembling body made her spill some. It dripped from the corners of her lips and ran down her chin. The sight was so obscene that Brandt’s c**k stirred again. The elderly man, lost to his lust, forgot his humiliating position and began twitching his hips in search of new stimulation.

Franz watched the farcical scene and laughed silently. His aged father, bound and writhing with lust. The once-dignified princess, mouth sucking the father’s c**k while being filled by the son’s, trembling with pleasure. The more he watched her white, naked body grow lewder in pursuit of pleasure, the more ecstasy boiled from deep within him.

He wrapped an arm around her flat belly and rubbed the head of his c**k against her inner walls, as if trying to breach her very womb. Then the twitching tip opened, and his first release shot out.

The sensation of his thick seed coating her tight, slick walls was vivid. Grinding his hips to squeeze out every last drop, he then lifted Brunhilde’s chin, pulling her mouth off his father’s c**k. He tilted her white hips upward—so his seed would not leak out.

His seed needed to soak into her womb.

“How does it feel, having both holes taken by father and son?”

“Haah… ahh…”

“Spilling two different men’s seed from your upper and lower holes—like a b***h in heat. But then again, you were already writhing your hips when a virgin was first impaled by the lakeside in the Black Forest.”