Chapter 409 - 408 - Angry Aunt’s Target is Nephew
Her heavy breasts jiggled and bounced under his aggressive kneading, her nipples hardening painfully tight against his palm, the sensory overload completely short-circuiting her proud warrior’s mind.
"I... I am your aunt... ahnn... d-don’t do this...!" she sobbed, turning her head in the darkness, only to see the horrifying, distorted face of her sister watching them from the void, her eyes wide and unblinking. "Sister... stop him... don’t look at this... ahhhngg~!!"
Squlech... Slurp... Squelch...
The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers violently churning inside her soaking wet pussy echoed loudly in her ears, his thumb pressing down mercilessly on her swollen nub, driving her rapidly toward an edge she desperately wanted to fight but couldn’t.
"No... no... I’m going to—hyaaanghh~!!!"
Her eyes rolled back into her head, her toes curling so hard they cramped as a violent, shattering orgasm ripped through her body. She squirted hard, her vaginal walls spasming uncontrollably around his invading fingers as hot, sweet fluids drenched the inside of her dress, her entire body shaking and convulsing in the darkness, weeping in sheer humiliation and involuntary pleasure.
"HAAH!!"
Celestia gasped violently, her eyes snapping wide open as she was brutally yanked out of the nightmare, her chest heaving as she sucked in desperate, ragged breaths of real, waking air.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, cold sweat plastering her silver-grey hair to her forehead and neck. She blinked rapidly, her vision adjusting to the dim, natural light filtering into the small, crude wooden hut.
She wasn’t in the arena. She wasn’t in the void.
She was exactly where that monster had left her.
She was lying on the hard wooden floor, completely naked, her shivering, bruised body covered by nothing but a large, singular, makeshift leaf blanket. The dense, unmistakable smell of sex, musk, and her own spilled fluids hung heavily in the confined space, a putrid reminder of everything that had actually happened.
"Rgh..." Celestia gritted her teeth, clenching her jaw so hard her teeth audibly ground together. She slowly turned her head, her furious, bloodshot eyes scanning the small confines of the hut.
Empty.
Viktor was completely absent.
The heavy, suffocating silence of the room mocked her. She was entirely alone, the lingering heat of his body already gone from the floorboards beneath her.
Taking a shaky breath, Celestia slowly pushed the large leaf down, her trembling eyes forcing themselves to look at the absolute state of her own body.
Her breath hitched in her throat.
Her large, heavy breasts were covered in fading red handprints, her normally proud, pale skin marked with purple bruises and dark, angry bite marks directly on her swollen, aching nipples. The sheer soreness radiating from her chest was a testament to how roughly she had been handled, squeezed, and sucked upon until she had cried out.
But that wasn’t the worst part.
Her gaze trailed lower, past her toned stomach, down to the trembling V of her thighs.
Her legs were parted slightly, the muscles twitching involuntarily, completely unable to close properly due to the sheer, throbbing ache radiating from her abused core. Her pink, swollen pussy lips were entirely bruised, visibly puffed up and gaping open, completely unable to seal shut after the absolute stretching they had endured.
And from that gaping, abused hole, thick, warm white seed was slowly oozing out.
Drip...
A thick glob of Viktor’s cum slid down her inner thigh, trailing a sticky, humiliating path across her skin before dropping onto the wooden floorboards beneath her.
"Ugh..." Celestia bit her lip so hard she tasted copper, a mix of profound humiliation and boiling fury rising in her chest.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, she brought her trembling right hand down toward her flat, toned stomach. She pressed her fingers gently against her lower womb, applying just a fraction of pressure to the sensitive area.
Squelch...
Another heavy, disgusting gust of thick white cum spilled immediately out of her ruined, overfilled vagina, bubbling past her sore lips in a hot, messy rush that coated her fingers and pooled between her cheeks.
"He... he filled me so much..." she whispered, her voice cracking, her eyes welling with furious, hot tears as she stared at the mess between her legs. "How dare he...?"
It wasn’t just the seed. Mixed within the thick, milky white fluids slowly leaking out of her was a stark, undeniable streak of crimson red.
Blood.
Her blood.
The undeniable proof that her virginity—preserved, protected, and untouched for thirty to forty years of her proud, warrior life—had been violently, unapologetically taken. Torn open and claimed by a boy. By her own nephew.
The sheer weight of the violation, the absolute disrespect of how he had folded her in half, bypassed her martial pride, and forcefully rewritten her body’s loyalties, slammed into her all at once. Her core still throbbed with the phantom sensation of his massive, thick cock grinding against her deepest walls, her inner muscles still faintly twitching, trying to wring out a phantom invader that had already left his mark permanently.
Her body had been completely, utterly banged hard, left sore, leaking, and completely broken on a wooden floor like a discarded toy.
The humiliation slowly burned away, replaced instantly by a scorching, uncontrollable inferno of absolute, homicidal rage.
Celestia’s hands balled into tight, white-knuckled fists, her perfectly manicured nails digging so deeply into her palms that they almost drew blood. The aura of a warrior, suppressed and shattered during the ordeal, suddenly flared back to life, the temperature in the room dropping as her silver eyes darkened with pure, murderous intent.
Every muscle in her abused body pulled taut, the soreness fading behind the sheer adrenaline of her fury.
"I will kill you..." she hissed softly at first, the words vibrating with a lethal, venomous promise.
She pushed herself up off the floor, ignoring the hot spill of cum running down her legs, ignoring the sharp, tearing pain in her hips, her face twisting into a mask of pure, unadulterated wrath as she screamed at the empty walls, her voice raw and echoing violently into the surrounding forest.
"I WILL KILL YOU, BRATTT!!!"