The Runaway Maid is Loved by the Archmage - Chapter 9

※ This book contains depictions of coercive/dubcon/noncon acts, violence, and immorality. Reader discretion is advised.

Then, with a thud, she was lifted up, and the heavy shaft that had been rubbing against her entrance pierced her center in one swift motion. She shuddered with pleasure again, the first time she’d ever been fed so soon after climaxing. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It was as if something inside her had been wanting to be fulfilled, something that had been nagging at her, and it came like a thunderbolt of pleasure.

“Haat…!”

“Ha, yes. How naughty of you to get so wet without my permission.”

He pulled out slightly, and Roina felt a flash before her eyes. She could feel his large member throbbing inside her. She shuddered, unsure of what to do as she had never felt anything like this before.

Then, just when she thought it was over, the stimulation began again. Through the shadow of the blindfold, slightly distorted by the brief jolt of shock, she could see a strong man with a blunt face and dark hair. He took her peak into his mouth.

“Ah… I told you I would punish you, you wicked little b*tch.”

“Aaah… wait, my lord… please, no, please, stop!”

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Roberto moved within her. Even though she had already reached her climax, her body reacted to his movements. The knight, who had been stimulating her c**t, intensified his efforts.

And at the same time, when the knight teased his tongue to stimulate her peak again, the pleasure came back surprisingly quickly. She couldn’t help but cry out once more lustfully,

“Hmph! Aaahhhh!!!” as her lower body quickly became active, and at the same time, his slow movement inside her became rapid. She cried out almost like an animal from the immense pleasure.

“Ugh, ah! Yes! Harder! My lord, ahhhh!” she moaned.

“Ha, ha, how dare you, you think you can escape me, ha!”

His pistoning thrusts came more sharply than ever before, and with a deep pleasure. As if to drive the sensation into Roina’s v*gina, he thrust his hips upward. Even with her arms bound and unable to support anything, he grabbed only her hips and rocked her, causing her to sway like a doll, her head to drop downward in his grip.

The man who had been supporting one of her thighs released her, gently catching her falling upper body. Her legs gave way from the repeated climaxes, but her hips were still held firmly by Roberto, and supported by Ethan, preventing her from collapsing.

Through the loosened ribbon, she could faintly see the knight’s face. He seemed expressionless, yet his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, giving him a worried look.

“Ha! You’re going to beg like this!”

“Ah!”

Before she could think, Roberto thrust deeper into her with a powerful stroke. The change in position caused his manhood to strike her hard, and tears welled up in her eyes. The knight, who had been supporting her, gently kissed the tears from her eyes.

Then she felt her wrists tied behind her back being yanked away. Roberto had tugged on the end of the rope that bound her wrists. Her shoulders jerked back as he pushed in harder.

Naturally, Roina’s beautiful bosoms were exposed, and the knight, with a submissive expression, caressingly touched Roina’s pale bosoms with a reverence that seemed almost pious. Amidst the rough violation, as one man roughly took her, another gently licked her, and Roina, overwhelmed by the strange sensation, involuntarily reached another climax.

“Hmmmm…!!! Aaaah!!!”

The Crown Prince with the golden, glorious blond hair also urgently tugged at the straps around her wrists, slamming his into her again with force. It was the climax.

As a warm sensation spread through her, the knight, with gentle and intimate touches, soothed her as she reached her climax. It was a tenderness she had never experienced in bed before, but the combination of the Crown Prince’s release within her and another person’s reverent touch pushed her to another climax. She trembled and collapsed.

She was about to collapse, but a rough hand, the one that had provided her with a twisted kind of comfort, caught her just before she fell. A whisper, carried on the wind, reached her ear.