#2 A Slightly Lewd Heroine (Rape Fantasy Masturbation) (1)
The dingy, worn-out lobby of the Adventurer Guild was now utterly devastated, far beyond its usual shabby state. Tables lay scattered in pathetic disarray, chairs smashed beyond recognition. The floorboards were splintered, lamps shattered... The only silver lining was that the only ones hurt were the men who had picked a fight with Emilia, with no other casualties.
She had been careful during their "education" not to harm bystanders. And above all, those who had long known the ferocity of a Platinum adventurer had mostly fled when the commotion started escalating.
There were a few rookies huddled in corners, trembling in ignorance, but she had made sure no stray blows hit them. Should be fine.
Ah... Ahh... Uuh... Groans echoed from the wreckage. Bloodied and battered men rolled like trash across the lobby floor. Some barely whimpered, others babbled in delirium. After a thrashing like that, they'd never dare pick a fight again.
"...Hmph."
Emilia rummaged in her belt pouch, pulling out several potions and lining them up on the one intact table—one for each man she'd felled. Then she turned and left the guild without a backward glance. All that remained were dying gasps and the trashed lobby.
After wrapping up loose ends and restocking the potions wasted at the guild, the sun was already setting. With the big dragon-slaying quest freshly done, there was no urgent work. No other errands either, so Emilia headed back to her lodging, deciding to call it an early night.
Her place was one room in a rundown multi-tenant building tucked in a back alley. Originally a cheap inn, she rented it long-term. With her income, she could afford a standalone cottage, but she saw no need. Probably because it let her bolt without hesitation if trouble came knocking. Yeah, that must've factored into choosing it.
"Phew... Home sweet home~..."
Emilia muttered to herself, tossing her thick hood and mask aside before lighting the magic lamp. The room brightened invitingly. Not spacious, but cozy enough, stocked with essentials. Stark, though—nothing extraneous.
As the daughter of a count, she'd grown up in a mansion of soaring ceilings and vast chambers. Looking back, it was luxurious. Never hungry, rooms filled with frivolous luxuries and decor. Still, her parents weren't extravagant; compared to other nobles, it was modest.
'...Father... Mother...'
The thoughts stirred a poignant longing. Maybe because of that nightmare this morning. Today, their faces lingered: her dashing, heroic father, worthy of all admiration; her wise, gentle mother, unyieldingly strong when it counted.
...And the day they were torn from her.
Father skewered in a gruesome heap. Mother... defiled by some nameless man, taking his filthy cock, sullied and moaning...
Thump...!
"Ugh..."
Emilia gasped suddenly, clutching herself and stumbling into the room. She perched on the bed, then burrowed under the covers like a child, hugging them tight.
――Here it comes again.
――Just remembering that day...
She told herself she shouldn't, mustn't, but it was futile. Her mind filled with the man raping her mother from memory. His sturdy build, vile face, features, skin tone... All overshadowed by one thing: his cock.
She'd glimpsed it by chance. Grotesque shape, veiny and flushed, slick with her mother's juices... That meat rod. Under the flickering lamplight, throbbing erect, veins bulging with arousal.
Her mother pierced by it, moaning like a whore in ecstasy...
Thump, thump, thump...
"...!"
Desperate to calm her body, she gripped the blanket tighter. No use. Once ignited, it wouldn't subside on its own—she knew from endless repeats. Left alone, she'd lose control. Shameful, but true.
Recalling that day, that man's cock, always aroused her. The trauma must've warped into twisted lust deep inside young Emilia... She knew it was disgraceful for an Edenberts lady, but she couldn't stop.
'Father... Mother... I'm sorry... So sorry...'
She hadn't forgotten her hatred. But... just for now, please...
Squish... Rub... Rub...
"Nnh... Ah..."
Huddled under the covers, Emilia rubbed her thighs together, kneading her ample breasts over her clothes. Even she admitted their superb firmness. Heavy flesh yielded through fabric. The binding cloth around them felt stifling.
With that thought, she wriggled free of pants, top, and breast wrap.
Plump.
Her lush, suppressed breasts bounced free like ripe fruit.
'Ah... Smaller than Mother's... but still so heavy...'
'...What did Mother's breasts feel like...?'
Post-weaning, she'd rarely touched them. Recalling their heft over a corset was hazy. Heavier? Softer? Pondering, Emilia fondled hers. Lifting from below, skirting nipples, stroking areolae gently.
They burned, itchy with need. She ground her thighs to soothe her aching pussy.
Her thin silk panties grew damp with her juices...
Mmm... Hnng... Ahh... Haa... Ah...
'Wonder what happened to those guys...'
'After that beating... they won't pick fights again... hnng...'
Emilia kept caressing, mind drifting to earlier. Rookies often didn't learn without excess, so she'd gone hard. Leaving potions meant "drink and scram." Top-grade ones healed even lost limbs—might even leave them healthier, deterring revenge.
Lately, no such hassles. Probably out-of-towners...
'That hand grabbing my arm... so big... firm...'
'Not like mine...'
Her slender, unmuscular frame—despite training—versus his battle-hardened body, ugly but tough. Recalling that grip, his lust-filled eyes.
What if she hadn't countered? If she were a weak, ordinary girl?
Ravaged brutally? Dragged by that grubby hand, now caressing herself like this... His hands crawling her body?
Groping these swelling breasts like Mother's, kneading greedily?
Licking, suckling these pink nipples like a babe...?
And, and... there too... her precious place... pierced by his thick, proud cock... that monstrous meat rod...?
"Nnh... Haa... Haa... Haaah... Nn..."
Her hand slid down, brushing navel, stroking lower belly, rubbing her clit over panties.
Silk gliding over sensitive flesh sent shivers of pleasure. Panties soaked, but inevitable.
Ugh... Hnng... Nn...
"Haa... Haaah..."
Emilia stroked and ground over her panties repeatedly, but it wasn't enough. She untied and shed them.
Hand delving to her freed pussy, stroking softly. Virgin folds, tightly closed, pretty and neat—caressed by her adventurer's yet feminine, delicate fingers.
"Hiiih... Nn... Nn...♡"
Just that. Mild stimulation. Yet her womb stabbed insistently, chills surging...
