Chapter 43 Far Gone (NSFW +18)
Chapter 43 Far Gone (NSFW +18)
Agnes’s face contorted in horror as Iryoku tightened his grip around her throat, choking her. She gasped for air, her hands clawing at his fingers in a desperate attempt to break free.
With a sudden burst of strength, he hurled her against the wall. She crashed against the hard surface with a sharp thud, a pained whimper escaping her lips as she winced in agony.
Before she could recover, Iryoku was already moving. He strode toward her with cold, deliberate steps, crouching down where she had landed, his intense gaze locked onto her trembling form. With one smooth motion, he ripped her nightgown off, exposing her bare breasts and lower body.“No, Lord Iryoku, you are not like this!” Agnes cried, fear evident on her face.
Iryoku crouched down to her eye level, his expression twisted with something dark. “Oh? You think you know me?” His lips curled into a grin, his eyes gleaming with insanity. “But wasn’t I like this when you first met me?”
Agnes shook her head frantically. “No! I’ve seen you—time and time again, you’ve protected the weak, sacrificed yourself without hesitation. You always act in moments of need. I know you’re a righteous man.”
His grin faded, replaced by something cold and calculating. “So it’s true. You were watching all this time. Our journey… you were spying on us.” His voice dropped to a venomous whisper. “Tell me, did we amuse you? Was our suffering entertainment for you? Were you sitting comfortably, watching from your throne, eating popcorn as if it were nothing more than a Friday night movie?”
Before she could respond, his hand lashed out, striking her face with a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the air.
Agnes gasped, her head snapping to the side, but before she could scream, his hand clamped over her mouth—an iron grip that stifled any sound. Her muffled cries vibrated against his palm as she trembled beneath him.
He lowered his body over her, his left hand delving between her legs, rubbing her entrance. A small patch of blonde hair could be seen as his fingers grazed her delicate folds. He continued to explore her womanhood.
Then with a swift, motion, Iryoku lowered his zipper and whipped out his big, hard rod. He aligned his dick directly with Agnes lower naked half. Noticing his intentions, she suddenly jerked away and struggled to break free from his grasp—but she couldn’t. Then without a warning Iryoku thrust into her with brute strength, tearing through her hymen and claiming her innocence in one brutal motion.
A searing, razor-sharp pain tore through her, like molten metal slicing into her flesh, inside her most sacred place, stealing her breath in a single, agonizing instant. "Mmhaah!" Agnes tried to scream, but no sound escaped her lips.
"Mmhh…!" Agnes's eyes welled with tears, shimmering as they threatened to fall.
A wide, twisted grin spread across Iryoku’s face.
"I'm going to take my hand off now. Scream all you want—I don’t care. Maybe one of your loyal knights or some of your dear citizens will come rushing to save you. Or better yet, why don’t you call for help from your famous daddy—the king?"
He took out his clamping hand from her mouth " ahhh " but she griped her mouth shut, tying to endure the pain with her eyes closed ,"i see you have more Will than i though, lets see how much you can resist".
His grin didn’t waver as he lifted her body, their flesh still intimately connected. Drops of blood trailed behind him, as he approached Agnes’s bed. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Iryoku’s body, she held him tightly, as if seeking safety, dreading the pain she knew was coming, and feeling his pulsing, hard cock still impaled inside of her.
With no warning, Iryoku jumped up, pinning Agnes' weak, voluptuous figure on the bed with his weight. He impaled his hard dick deeply into her, hitting the entrance of her womb, making her open her mouth grasping for air, letting escape a Deep scream of pain " AAAGH!" But she quickly clamped her mouth shut, grinding her teeth together to keep anyone from hearing her screams.
Iryoku, unconcerned, continued to thrust, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP with each solid hit of his member against Agnes' body, creating an intense friction deep inside her. She shuddered, ridden by both pain and some indescribable sensation.
Suddenly, a knock on the door echoed through the room, catching them both off guard. Iryoku and Agnes froze, their eyes snapping toward the door. For a brief moment, everything was still.
Then, without hesitation, CLAP, CLAP,CLAP Iryoku resumed moving, undeterred.
A voice called from the other side of the door, muffled but filled with concern.
“Lady Agnes, is everything alright? I thought I heard a scream…”
Agnes’s eyes widened in alarm, panic rising in her chest.
“Come on, answer her—tell her what I’m doing to you,” he whispered darkly, his breath hot against her ear as he lowered his face close to her naked, perky breast and took her nipple in his mouth, biting it with unchained hunger. " Mmmmhh" Agnes tried to stifle her cries, trembling as he continued to devour her tits, leaving bite marks on her skin, without warning, he flipped Agnes onto her stomach and penetrated her from behind, and sank his teeth into the skin of her nape, like a predator marking its prey.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Your Highness, what’s that sound? Are you there?" the maid’s concerned voice called out again from behind the door.
Iryoku, then lifted her body and strode toward the door. Agnes quickly realized his intent and began to struggle, shaking her head in desperation. I don’t want to be seen like this, she thought, panic flooding her mind.
Still connected he whispered, "come on answer the door, its up too you if you want to been seen like this".
She stood up slowly, her body still trembling, twitching from the lingering sensation of Iryoku’s cock getting shoved inside her pussy. With unsteady steps, her figure wobbling, Agnes opened the door and said softly, “Everything is in order…”
The maid, Carla, peered through the small gap, but the darkness within the room made it hard to see clearly. Still, she could make out the faint outline of the princess’s face, which shifted slightly.
“I thought I heard a scream. Is everything alright, Your Highness?” Carla asked, concern in her voice.
“Of cour—ah… of course,” Agnes stammered, forcing a strained smile. “I was… just having a night… ah… mare. You can return to bed.”
Carla hesitated for a moment, then bowed politely. “Very well, Your Highness. Try to rest.”
She turned and walked away down the corridor. A tense silence returned as Iryoku slowly closed the door behind her. " your pussy down here clamped me so hard the moment you opened the door are you an exhibitionist? He he he" he asked chuckling as he continued Banging her ass. "Please, Lord Iryoku... stop this," she pleaded, panting softly, tears welling in her eyes.
Iryoku gripped her by the neck once more, pushing her toward the center of the room like an owner guiding his pet. Then he shoved her face into the ground, leaving her hips raised, and planted one foot on her head, denying her any chance to move. He accelerated his movements, each motion of his cock rubbing Agnes, narrow walls, leaving her in constant pain and shame.
CLAP CLAP CLAP
Iryoku was so engrossed in the moment that he didn’t notice a figure silently opening the window from the outside. As the figure stepped inside and her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she finally took in the horrific scene unfolding within the chamber. Her eyes flared in disbelief as she saw Agnes—pinned down, crying, blood dripping from her lower body.
“...STOP!” the figure declared, the single word slicing through the tension in the room and snapping Iryoku’s attention away. A small fist followed immediately, slamming into his face with a dry thud. His head jerked back from the impact, but he quickly turned, eyes narrowing to see who had struck him.
Iryoku’s eyes widened in shock as he recognized the figure. It was a very short girl with uneven, choppy black hair that desperately needed a trim. Her youthful, cute face contrasted sharply with the fierce anger burning in her eyes. Despite her small frame, her body boasted striking curves—large breasts and wide hips—that even her loose-fitting clothes couldn’t hide.
It was Yumi.
Her face twisted in fury. “What the hell are you doing to the princess, bastard?” she snapped, throwing another punch directly at Iryoku’s face.
He didn’t flinch. His expression remained cold, unreadable, as if the strikes barely registered.
But this time, Iryoku’s hand moved swiftly, catching Yumi’s fist mid-air with a solid THUD. In one fluid motion, he yanked her forward, throwing her off balance. She stumbled, falling toward him, and in an instant, he caught the back of her head with one hand, pulling her into a sudden, forceful kiss.
"Mmm—" Yumi let out a muffled sound, struggling to break free, but Iryoku’s grip was unrelenting. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she recognized his face—battered, thinner than before, streaked with blood. But undeniably, it was him. He pressed his mouth against hers, his tongue forcing its way in with unwanted intensity. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks as she fought to resist, but he remained silent, his expression cold and unreadable, completely lost in the moment.
With no word, Iryoku continued, as if nothing else in the world mattered.
With a savagery that bordered on brutality, he ravaged Agnes' insides, the feeling of her tightness enveloping his manhood. At the same time, he still explored Yumi's mouth, kissing her deeply. He accelerated his pounding, each hard thrust prompting more searing pain that bordered on pleasure.
CLAP CLAP CLAP
"AHHHHH!" Agnes gasped, unable to hold back her cries any longer.
Iryoku with one last trust finally released all his seed into her womb, “No…” she protested weakly.
In an instant, Iryoku released his grip on Yumi’s head. Her eyes burned with fury, outraged by the twisted situation they were in. Without hesitation, she jerked her head back, creating just enough distance—and then, with all the strength she could muster, she slammed her forehead into his.
CRACK!
The impact echoed through the room. Iryoku stumbled backward, caught off guard, and fell to the floor.
his member finally was pulled out from Agnes pussy leaving her hole coated and overflowing with both semen and love juice.
“YOU MONSTER!” Yumi screamed, her fist slamming into Iryoku’s face.
“BASTARD!” —another punch.
“ANIMAL!”
A heavy thud followed, blood oozing from Iryoku’s battered face.
“I DIDN’T THINK YOU WERE CAPTABLE OF SUCH—”
Her words were cut short as Iryoku’s hands shot out, yanking her close again. Before she could react, he forced another deep kiss on her, his tongue invaded her mouth, greedily exploring, while his other hand slid downward, roughly groping her sizable butt.
Her mind wavered for a second as she felt her shirt being lifted, her chest exposed—but she snapped out of it.
Fueled by rage, Yumi bit down hard on his lip, drawing even more blood. Seizing the moment, she tore herself free and resumed her assault. Swinging her legs over his arms to pin them down, she rained fists onto his bloodied face with relentless fury. He couldn’t defend himself—his face taking blow after blow, pummeled without mercy.
THUD THUD
He didn’t flinch. His expression remained cold, unreadable—completely unresponsive to pain.
Agnes stood up and walked toward them, her legs unsteady from the violation she had just endured.
“Stop, Lady Yumi,” a worried voice called from behind, as two soft hands grasped Yumi’s arms, halting her assault.
“BUT—” Yumi protested, her body trembling, stained with Iryoku’s blood, her heart pounding with rage.
“I think… I think he was drugged...” Agnes said quietly, concern evident in her voice.
Both of them turned their gaze to Iryoku, whose face was now eerily still. His eyes were unfocused, his expression blank—unmoving, unresponsive to anything around him, as if staring through the world with a vacant, lifeless gaze.