A Slightly Lewd Heroine (Rape Fantasy Masturbation) (2)
What rose in her mind was something she would never indulge in under normal circumstances... a filthy, depraved fantasy. Far too vulgar for the proud daughter of the heroic Edenberts family.
She pictured it freely in her head: what if she hadn't resisted the shabby man she'd seen at the Adventurer's Guild just moments ago? What if she'd simply been caught?
'At first... yeah... I get grabbed... because my strength failed me... so I couldn't shake off the man's hand...'
'Then... mm... maybe I end up pressed against his chest...'
With her heightened senses, Emilia had caught the man's stench even from a distance. He hadn't bathed in days, no doubt—a thick, nauseating musk rising from him. What if she'd been enveloped in that reeking embrace, trembling as she buried her face in it, forced to sniff deeply against her will?
'...Next... he gropes my body... pulls off my hood...'
Those rough hands kneading her own voluptuous, heavy breasts—hands nothing like her own delicate, slender fingers. Blackened, greasy, thick, and rock-hard fingers scooping them up from below... No, men like that would surely maul them far more brutally. Even if she cried out that it hurt, he'd just grin sleazily, testing their bounce, squeezing to his heart's content... tweaking and rubbing her stiff peaks relentlessly... pinching and yanking her nipples with crushing force...
Then she would plead... 'Please... please stop...''My nipples... my nipples are going to break...♡'
"Nngh...!"
Emilia caressed her own pussy, her imagination intensifying as her hands grew rougher on her breasts. A sweet moan escaped her lips.
Once the fantasy took hold, it wouldn't stop. It drove her body into heat, dominating her thoughts.
That day, years ago—watching her mother get raped, seeing the lust-crazed male for the first time as his cock hardened—something deep inside Emilia had awakened. The bitch in her, the masochistic sow, had bloomed.
Whether she was born with the talent or if the scene scarred her with an unforgettable, twisted trauma, she didn't know. But from the day she awakened to sex, Emilia had always soothed herself with these sordid fantasies.
Even in her fallen state, her pride as the Edenberts daughter wouldn't let her spread her legs for just any man and lose her virginity. So she'd become this hopeless, lewd virgin—her fantasies and desires bloating endlessly as she comforted herself alone...
"Nnngh... hng... hngh... huuuung...♡"
Before she knew it, the Emilia in her fantasy was surrounded by that shabby man from the guild and his cronies. Powerless to flee, she lay limp in their arms as they stripped her bare, threatening to toss her naked into the street. Trembling, she begged in a fragile voice: please don't...
'Ah... aaah... that... that would be so humiliating... so utterly pathetic...'
'Sometimes they'd tease my nipples gently... then crush them if I didn't obey...'
'Someone reaches down... to my crotch...'
Teased, toyed with, tormented. Her fantasy self was kneaded and shoved around like dough by their hands.
Aaah, no good. My own slender fingers can't replicate that solid, unyielding grip from when he seized my arm.
She could use mana for far greater strength than those men, but not for masturbation—and it wasn't just about power.
"Men... I need... men..."
She imagined. Imagined. Imagined. She couldn't summon a real man, so she inflated the sensation of that grip, expanding her fantasy.
His hands would feel like this. Kneading her like that. Rougher than her own touch on her breasts, rubbing her pussy without mercy—teasing her sensitive clit freely, heedless of her pleas.
Rub rub rub rub... knead... knead... knead...
"Ah... haa... haa... huuaaah..."
Her breasts burned under her kneading hands. Each squeeze of her labia pooled female nectar in her belly.
Carefully circling her clit, Emilia peeled back its hood, slicking it with her saliva and stroking gently. Electricity tingled through her mind. Her bitch slit drooled thickly, soaking her fingers on contact.
Haaaah... hng...♡
She pinched her nipples. Teased her clit. Twisted her nipples, tormented her clit. Her open mouth spilled excited sighs, her tongue lolling as if craving something—swallowing it.
Her virgin hole, ignorant of men, clenched impatiently, yearning for the copulation... the fucking called sex.
'Aaaaaahhh...♡'
'More... moooore...♡'
In her fantasy, Emilia was already taking their erect cocks, shoved and tormented by the circle of cruel men.
To sate her curiosity, she'd collected books and image-recording magic tools, glimpsing all sorts. If men raped her, it'd start with her mouth, right? This mouth that once dreamed of princely kisses in her innocent youth—now ordered to suck their cocks, slurping greedily. Licking that stinking, monstrous shaft, coating it in saliva... diligently. Like a whore, a filthy cocksucker, knees spread wide in a squat, wiggling her ass seductively.
'No... no... what a slutty pose... for me...'
'...'
'Uu... hyaaa... but... it feels... so goooood...♡'
Maybe someone slaps her ass—smack smack. Or kicks her down for being pathetic.
Her fantasy self ramped up her service amid the abuse: wrapping their precious cocks in her useless, massive udders... or circling behind to rim their asses with her tongue...
And... and...
'Even as I resist, screaming no, not that... they pry my legs apart...'
'And thrust into my pussy... puuuk... impaling me...'
Idly stroking her crevice, she prodded her tight entrance. So narrow and chewy. Could even one finger fit properly? Imagining that monstrous thing—that manly meat rod—plunging in...
Whoa... yeah... can't even picture it...
"Ah... ahn...♡"
Emilia sucked her other index finger, moaning breathily. In her fantasy, her precious virgin pussy was pierced head-on by that shabby harasser's cock, skewered.
From below, grinding up slowly—crunch crunch. Reaching the unknown depths beyond her own probing fingers... piercing that barrier.
A twinge of pain, crushing pressure on her insides, and overwhelming pleasure as it mashed her sensitive spots.
Skewered like meat on a spit by the belly-filling rod, panting heavily. In fantasy, she clung to her piercer, kissing his stinking neck... and he kissed her face tenderly, like a pet...
"Aaaaaah... haaa... hng... nnghaaah...♡"
"Yes... yesss... deeper... harder...♡"
The fantasy rolled on. He pistoned his hips, knocking her depths like a drum, praising her slutty pig pussy as usable—then blasting thick white seed inside, bloop bloop bloop.
She'd seen it in videos, read it in books. A man's baby juice. For a bitch in heat, taking it in mouth or womb felt so so so so good. Pregnancy was possible, but even that would be blissful ecstasy.
"Haaaaah...♥♥♥"
Emilia climaxed—taking a fantasy creampie for breeding, one finger gnawed in her mouth, the other pinching her swollen clit. Electric pleasure surged through her body.
Splat... a gush of nectar sprayed out. Sweat beaded and trickled down her skin.
...Aaah.
She came. Came hard. Creampied in fantasy, accepting his lust.
Haa... haa... haa... haaa... fuuuh.
"......"
Not enough...
Not enough. One orgasm wasn't enough.
Freshly spent, Emilia hugged herself again, resuming her masturbation. Far from satisfied, her fantasy Emilia was passed to the next man like a baton—her cum-filled pussy still leaking as a new cock impaled her...