Chapter 59
That possibility wasn’t unlikely at all.
The status window appearing, suddenly having to flee the castle, thinking I’d collapsed in the forest only to wake up in my bedroom again, and now three men simultaneously craving me—the entire sequence of events was utterly unrealistic. The only logical conclusion was that this had to be a dream.
And as if to prove that the current situation was indeed a dream, the men each bore the black crescent moon symbol of Kinamun on their foreheads. Seeing the mark, I finally felt relieved and decided to simply enjoy this fantastical dream.
It seemed the Moon God Kinamun must have found me pleasing and had granted me this blissful dream.
The first one to meet my gaze was Ruasil. He rose, licking his glistening lips, and spoke as if issuing a warning.
“Your Highness, if you wish to live, you’ll have to take three c***s tonight.”
“Huh…?”
Even in a dream, there was no need to keep up the act, yet my body, so accustomed to the roleplay, trembled on reflex. In my wavering vision, Kallist’s face came into view.
He pressed his lips against my tear line, his voice heated as he whispered, “F**k, open your mouth if you don’t want to die.”
His face twisted fiercely as he savagely devoured my lips. His thick tongue forced its way in, violently ravaging my mouth. Drool I couldn’t swallow dripped from the corner of my lips. While I was suffocating from the brutal kiss, I felt Kallist, who had also taken control of my lower half, push his fist-sized tip into my entrance.
“Ugh, ugh…!”
Kallist’s c**k, which I was tasting after so long, was perfect even in the dream. The thick, veiny shaft, distinctly bumpy, scraped deliciously against my inner walls as it plunged deep inside. Just the initial insertion sent a tingling pleasure creeping up the back of my neck. He shook his hips finely, pushing in slowly until his balls slapped against me, then suddenly pulled out almost to the tip before ramming back in with a wet thwack! A choked moan was swallowed by his mouth. He showed no mercy, continuing his ruthless f*****g, pound, pound, pound, pound! A violent sensation, like fireworks exploding in my head, rained down on me consecutively.
Just as I was being pounded into, I heard Ruasil’s voice by my right ear.
“Your Highness, you mustn’t be so possessive. Didn’t you hear she must receive multiple members at once?”
“B******t… f**k,” Kallist cursed, pulling me tightly into his embrace. True to form, his possessiveness was strong even in dreams. After stubbornly thrusting a few more times, he flipped us over while still holding me, so I was now on top, straddling him.
The feeling of being filled changed with the new position. Slap, slap, slap! My b******s repeatedly collided with his pelvic bones and bounced high. Even amidst this, my tongue remained tangled sluggishly with his. The sensation of his tongue’s uneven bumps rubbing against mine felt unusually sensitive today. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sucked on his tongue so hard my cheeks hollowed.
It’s just a dream, after all. It’s fine to be a little proactive.
An excited Kallist tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss. The wet, squelching sounds from our perfectly joined mouths grew faster. Then, someone grabbed my b******s and spread them wide apart. A thick tip plunged into my back entrance without warning.
“Your Highness does enjoy being taken in the rear, doesn’t she?” Ruasil’s voice whispered by my ear. He slowly pushed his length in, matching the rhythm of Kallist’s thrusts into my front. Both holes stretched taut, struggling to swallow the two c***s. My head fell back as a cry, closer to a scream of ecstasy, burst forth.
“Ugh, ah… so good… more, give me more, ugh.”
“F**k… your eyes have completely rolled back.”
“If you like my c**k that much, I’ll give it to you as much as you want.”
It wasn’t my first time being filled from both sides, but it was the first time the two c***s moved in and out with different rhythms.
Just as Kallist’s c**k thrust deep, scraping the very end of my passage, Ruasil’s pulled out until only the tip remained. The simultaneous sensations of being scraped raw from the inside and the thrilling emptiness of withdrawal, creating an overwhelming, peak pleasure. It felt like my lower belly was being crushed and melted into pulp. As I writhed and climbed towards my climax, the movements of the two men grew more frantic.
“Haah… Too, ugh, hard, ahh!”
“You like it hard, don’t you? Clenching down on my c**k like you want to tear it off.”
“You’ll have to endure today, Your Highness. We, too, are sacrificing our very bodies for your sake.”
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