13.3 Outdoor 3P - Bella, Ju Cheong-ah
Thwack—!
“Guh…?!”
A dizzying flash exploded before her eyes, accompanied by a sharp jolt of pain across her face. Sierra bolted upright, her vision filled with a brilliant white starburst.
“Ow ow ow…”
Her aching jaw throbbed relentlessly. Glancing to the side, she spotted a small foot planted squarely where her head had been lying. Dinaria. It didn't take long to realize this tiny girl's nasty sleeping habits had woken her up.
“…Haa, seriously.”
The struck jaw kept hurting. Why did this pint-sized brat have such terrible sleep habits? Of course, she couldn't complain about it outright in front of her. Only someone on Bella's level could call her a brat and live to tell the tale. A frail, delicate noble lady like Sierra would be folded in half without effort. Not that she'd actually fold her, but Dinaria hated being called a kid that much. Sierra might have to brace for a few punches.
I know she can control her magic decently, but…
Who was she to show off her skills in front of anyone? Dinaria's power was far superior, no question.
I'm no slouch myself wherever I go, but damn.
All Sierra could do in the face of this girl's not-quite-bullying was sigh and lament waking up early.
“My watch isn't for hours yet.”
Should she try sleeping again? As she lay back down, she realized the carriage interior was surprisingly spacious.
“…Huh?”
Cheong-ah and Bella were gone. A strange sense of déjà vu washed over her, something familiar. For some reason, it reminded her of escorting Aria to the royal capital. The situations weren't identical, but… it felt like something similar was happening.
Gulp. Her throat burned for no reason, and she swallowed dryly.
“…Ah, I'm thirsty. Why's my throat so dry?”
In an awkwardly theatrical tone, like reciting lines from a novel, Sierra sat up in the carriage. Fanning her flushed face as if to hide it, she rummaged for the water bottle provided inside.
The sloshing water inside. Sierra's eyes darted around, glancing at the sleeping Dinaria before opening the carriage door and dumping out the full bottle.
“Oh dear, the water bottle's empty? Is there water by the campfire…?”
With that excuse, Sierra stepped out. Naturally, no one was near the campfire.
“Ahem, ah, why's no one around? Where'd they go…?”
She glanced around furtively. The tents… obviously not. “There should be someone on watch, so why's everyone gone?” No one in sight. No signs of life at all.
“More importantly, um… I'm thirsty, where's the water…?”
Her eyes caught a leather waterskin by the campfire. Lifting it, she felt it was full.
“…Ahem. Lots of water here.”
She could dump a bottle's worth, but this much? Reluctantly, she poured just a sip into a cup to wet her lips, then scanned the surroundings. That's when she spotted odd tracks on the ground.
Leading toward the lake. Drag marks like someone had been hauled away forcibly. Next to them, small woman's footprints.
“Ahem, ahem… What's this? Did someone go that way…?”
Coughing awkwardly, Sierra followed the path slowly, creeping along.
“I have to keep watch~ but where is everyone…?”
The trail led toward the lake. Then, suddenly, the tracks veered sideways.
…Not to the lake?
Sierra crept after them. And there, she saw it.
“Hah… haaang…! Eut, aaht… Too strong, Bella…! Hah, s-slow downnn…!”
“Arrrf… munch, munch…!”
“Wh-what are you even sayingyy…! Hah, seriouslyyy…!”
Under the bright moonlight, shamelessly naked bodies writhed together. Sierra quickly ducked behind the bushes to peep.
Breasts bigger than a child's head jiggled softly yet resiliently, igniting even a fellow woman's urge to touch. A waistline with barely any excess fat. Sweat-slicked pale skin sparkled in the moonlight, like she was clothed in it. Despite the wildly erotic curves, there was an inexplicable purity.
“Wow…”
Sierra let out an unwitting sigh of admiration, mesmerized by the owner of that stunning body. She could understand why Aria turned lesbian—it was that beautiful. If a woman like that said she liked you, you might swing that way too.
“Hngh, haaang…! Husband, ah… haak…! Kiss me…! Hah, uuut…!”
“Come here.”
“Yes~… Hah… muum… hooht.”
A man kneaded her dough-like breasts, gripped her chin, and sucked on her thin red lips.
Ah…
The moment she saw him, Sierra's breath caught, words failing her.
What lesbian nonsense…
An averagely handsome face. But his body was god-sculpted perfection.
“Hngh, hah… Husband, ahngh… aaang…!”
“Woof, waaarf…! Aaang…! Arrrf…!”
Not overly bulky, not frail. Perfectly proportioned muscles where they belonged, no excess. Scars etched on the skin added raw masculinity.
“Cheong-ah, you like Bella sucking you off?”
“Nooo, I hate it. Hnght, compared to you, Husband… hah…! Bella doesn't even know how to use her tongue. She's definitely… ngh. Can't even suck dick properlyyy…!”
“Bella? Busted—you really suck at it.”
“Aang, aaang…!”
“Heek…! D-don't bite, you bitch!”
“Arf…! Grrrrowl… Aaaahk…!”
Not just trained bulk. Innate bone structure honed to peak manhood. Arms, pecs, chiseled abs cracking sharply. Her gaze drifted lower, blankly. Hips, pubis…
Gulp. Saliva flooded her mouth as her eyes reached his lower abs.
There, a massive cock as thick as a slender woman's forearm plunged in and out of a pussy, glistening.
“Hah, haaht… Mooore… moooore…!”
Yeah, forget the lesbian crap… Sierra's eyes shifted to the woman impaled on it. Another shock hit her.
“…Huh? What the…?”
The thrusting cock. Cheong-ah moaning. But it wasn't piercing Cheong-ah.
Her pussy spread wide, taking the dick—it was someone very familiar to Sierra.
Bellatrix von Pernalid. Even stripped of her kingdom and wandering… noble royal blood. Direct line to the throne, meant to be queen.
That woman now wore a dog collar around her neck, barking like a dog as she got railed.
“Woof, moooore…! Aang…! Aaaang…!”
“Hnght, hah… Bite again and I won't hold back…! Eut…?!”
“Grrrrowl…!”
The collar gripped by another woman's hand. Licking her pussy devotedly.
Smack—!
“Kyauuung…!”
“Answer properly, Bella!”
“K-kiing… kiiing… Hngh, uuung…!”
Her tits spanked by a palm.
Shocking. Once a noble, aloof princess. After her fall, arrogant and straightforward. Always proud, unyielding, stiff-necked…
Bella, who was nothing without her pride.
“Heuk, hek…! Heeeek…!”
“Good, now you can talk, Bella.”
“Hngh, haak… Nooo…! Ian, ahngh, my pussy's gonna bursttt…!”
“Oh my, what a drama queen.”
“Bullshit…! Ju Cheong-ah, you crazy bitch! Stop drooling your pussy juice…! Ngh, fuck…! Arf…?!”
“What kind of mouth is that, you bitch.”
“Collar, gak…! Don't pull…! You crazy bitchhh…!”
“…Not using polite speech?!”
“Hiiiik…! D-don't pinch my nipples, pleeease…!! It huuuurts…!!”
Pathetic, vulgar. Violated without resistance.
“Hah, haaaang…! Ian, hah…! Please, aaaah…! I'm dying…! Hyaaang?!”
“Polite speech to Husband too?!”
“Ah, fuuuckkk…!! Fine, got it, yes sir…! Got it, so no moooore…! Uhiieee…!”
“So cheeky…!”
“Aaaang…! Sorry, sorry, I'm sorryyy…!!”
Bella screamed as her nipples were pinched. Ian, watching silently, grabbed Cheong-ah's nipples hard.
“Enough, Cheong-ah.”
“Kyaaang…?! H-Husband… Wh-why meee…!”
“Bella doesn't like it like you do.”
“Haaaang…!”
“Our Bella likes it… here…”
One hand twisting Cheong-ah's nipples, the other clenching into a fist and rising. His punch swung fast, slamming just above Bella's navel.
“Ohog…?!?!”
Pfffttt…! Bella climaxed, squirting from her pussy. Ian grinned at the sight.
“She prefers getting her womb punched while taking dick. Right, Bella?”
“Yes~! Love it…! Womb hit feels so gooood, hik, hii…! Thank you for punching meee…!”
Ecstatic, Bella who'd just wailed about her pussy bursting now eagerly rocked her hips to take more dick.
“Oh my… It's true.”
“So ask for punches here from now on.”
He drummed her bulging belly again where the cock protruded.
“Hoooog…!”
“Yes, Husband.”
“Now kiss. Lips feel lonely.”
“Yeshe♡”
“Og, ohog…! Ogoook…! Hhiii…! Womb gooood…!”
Unbelievable. But blinking and rubbing her eyes changed nothing.
“…Haaht.”
Sierra felt a pull low in her belly. Her pussy growing wet.
“Haa…”
Reducing that Bella to such a pitiful state. Tamed so thoroughly she couldn't even whimper.
Her hand slowly drifted downward.
And for a good while.
“Hngh, hup… Hnghup… Hooht…”
The trio continued their lust without pause, even as Sierra fingered herself to multiple orgasms.
“Hik, haak…! W-wait a sec! Bella?! What are you doing?!”
“You loved it earlier, Ju Cheong-ah?! My turn now!”
“Sorry, sorry! Bellaaa…! Forgive meee…! Ngh, aaaang…!”
“Here's Ian's cock juice you love, you slut! Suck it!”
“Huh? H-Husband's…?!”
“Yeah, you crazy bitch! Let's see how good your tongue is—ahk…?!”
Slurp… Hah, Husband's cum… I love it anytime, ngh… muum. Sluuurp!
“F-fuck…! What the, you crazy bitch, you suck so gooood…! Hah, aaaang…! Hiiiik…!”
The orgy ended just before Dinaria's watch was due to start.
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“Hm? What's this, have you all met some trouble? Why are you collapsed by the campfire? Wasn't watch over long ago?”
“Ah, Dinaria… You're up? Just… weirdly tired.”
“Mm, I am. Grumpy miss, why's your face so red? Something happen?”
“Uh… Just some stuff.”
“Hmm, is that so? But over there, why's the beast girl like that? Passed out cold. Bad to sleep sprawled on the ground like that. Tsk tsk.”
“W-well? Just leave her. Bella said she had a tiring night too.”
“Hmm? What, did you two fight at dawn?”
“Kinda.”
“Oho, really? Who won?”
“…Husband.”
“Why bring up Yeonja suddenly?”
“You don't need to know, Dinaria.”
“…?”