The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Chapter 169 - Deliciously serving a female knight in the service of a sworn enemy (2/3)

As she continued to slide backward, Rose's eyes were tinged with fear for her ancestors.

The awe of the weak against the overwhelmingly strong draws its gaze and does not let go. She trembled at my every move.

I thrust my single-edged sword into the ground and point my palms at the military officers.

"Hold her down."

"Yes sir!"

Several military officers surrounded Rosé and feathered her arms and legs, instantly applying a demonic seal.

She is no longer able to release her magic power, and she can no longer even strengthen her body.

She is now nothing more than a girl who is only slightly good at exercise.

"Nooooooooooooooooo ........."

Two armed men on the arms and two on the legs, and Rosé, bound in a starfish-like pose, screams in agony.

The inability to activate magic would have made it impossible to relieve the pain of the injury.

I have no taste for cutting up women and turning them into a bloody mess.

The only thing that makes me happy is the blood of a broken melon.

"Don't move."

"KU......!"

I performed a healing magic, ignoring the frightened Rose. A rainbow- colored band of light floated in the air, illuminating the surroundings fantastically.

By the time the light dissolved into the air as fine as powder grains, Rosé's wounds were gone and her white skin had returned.

"Phew...... phew......! If you're going to ......... be merciful,......! Kill ...... me at once!"

The healing magic also has a calming effect, and Rose seems to have recovered enough to speak from her state of panic.

However, her voice was not the dignified and confident one of a knight, but a weak one that was looking for my reaction.

"You sound very brave for such a fragile girl."

"You're on ......!"

If you're a girl, just be a girl and think about accepting a man."

I approach Rosé, implicitly teasing her about being scared of me.

"No ......, don't ...... make me the comfort of your men! Kill ......!

I was wondering about this earlier, but it seemed to me that there was no idea in her head that I was going to fuck Rosé.

I have a feeling that she thinks of himself as a very talkative young man who allows his military officers to gang-rape her.

But that may not be an option. An ordinary aristocrat would not think of having sex with such a woman whom he just met.

For Rosé, who grew up in a knight's house, the sexual delicacy of noble men must have been learned as common knowledge.

"How long do you intend to continue impersonating a knight? Miss."

I had no intention of gang raping Rosé, not even a tiny bit.

As is often the case in erotic manga, I like stories where a woman is raped because of her weakness.

However, such situations often lead to gang rape in the second half. To put it bluntly, it makes no sense.

I think the hero who has a weakness should continue to rape that heroine exclusively. Frankly, I don't feel any sincerity toward the heroine in the gang rape development.

How could she come up with the idea of sharing her heroine with another man after having gone to the trouble of acquiring her, I can only say that it is a thought that makes me doubt common sense.

Generally speaking, no other man would want to insert his cock into a vagina that has just been poured with semen.

That's why I'm not going to gang rape with dishonesty. I'm going to rape with sincerity.

"There, I'll strip you of your knighthood."

The armor worn by the rosé was a standard specification armor divided into several parts.

He slips the knife around the boundary between the torso and shoulder parts, puts magic power into the tip, and raises it as high as he can.

The sound of metal breaking off with a clang echoed, and a piece of the part protecting the shoulder fell to the ground with a clang.

"Damn ......!"

The parts were removed, revealing the fabric of the clothes worn underneath.

I concentrate on destroying the shoulder parts, not on the parts of the armor that protect the shoulder to the elbow and the elbow to the wrist.

Rosé moved to escape somehow, but she could do nothing when she was restrained by the military officers, who were large adults.

With the connection to the shoulder broken, the chest plate could easily be pulled off.

"Nice figure, Rosé. I couldn't see it hidden by the armor, but you have a nice womanly body. ......"

He inspects her body, saying lines like a middle-aged man.

There was a beauty there that had been squeezed into a hard armor.

At a quick glance, Rosé has a model figure.

She has long, slender arms and legs, and is tall, probably over 170 cm.

Her fingers are thin and delicate, and she would look great playing the piano.

I think she would be better holding a cock than a sword.

Her breasts were reasonably large in proportion to her slender limbs and torso, and their imbalance was also attractive.

Her armor has been destroyed at the shoulders and chest, and her lower body parts are nearly broken in places.

After all, when you force someone to do something, you want to play with them clothed. It is good to feel like you are forcing yourself on someone.

"Oh, ......! Whoa, this is quite ......"

He sneaks his hand through a gap in the thigh armor and invades Rose's inner thigh.

When I pressed my hand hard against the plump, fresh skin, I could see the flexible elasticity inside it. I felt both the softness of a woman and the muscles trained as a warrior at the same time.

I crawl to lick that fine flesh with the palm of my hand.

"C'mon ......, stop ......!"

Unfortunately, the armor is in the way and prevents them from reaching the buttocks.

I put my other hand on Rosé's chest.

I pull up her stiff clothes a little and put my hand in the gap between the fabric.

Hmm?

She did not seem to be wearing any particular underwear under her clothes, and what was there was the soft skin of a young girl.

Only the tips of her fingers were still aware of her nakedness, but the presence of a nubile, toned waist was palpable.

It must be a great feeling to grab this nipple with both hands and swing your hips as hard as you can.

"Oooh, ......!"

My fingers eventually reach her chest.

I cupped her breast in the palm of my hand and pictured its shape in my brain. Her taut, firm breasts were full of energy, something typical of a young girl.

I like the meltingly soft tits of a mature woman, but I also liked these elastic tits filled to the brim with energy.

No matter how big or small, there is no nobility in tits.

"......, ............, and ......"

When I mobilized the hand that had been touching my thigh and began to play with her breasts with both hands, Rosé's face contorted in silence. That aroused me even more.

"What's the matter, is this the first time you've had your breasts touched?"

"...... answers, stuff ......!"

Looking at her face, which was slightly reddened with shame, it was easy to see that she had no experience with men.

If she didn't work more aggressively to catch dicks, the Shikinaon family would probably die out, but she's a very easygoing girl.

Well, maybe I was lucky because that would have made me her first man.

I tore off Rosé's jacket with a knife, completely exposing her breasts.

"Aah!"

Rose's breasts, which popped out with a plop, maintained their shape in a healthy way.

Despite the fact that she is half lying down, her tits are sticking out as if they were protruding. I wonder if this is what rocket tits are called.

At the tip of the nipple, which protrudes as if asking to be sucked, is a light brown nipple.

I swallowed hard.

I looked around and saw that before I knew it, partitions had been set up to surround me.

They are lined with cloth camp curtains, slightly taller than a man's height, to

hide them from the soldiers.

In a space that would have been divided into a pentagon if seen from above, there are me, Rose, and the military officers who hold her down.

I glanced at the military officers and they nodded silently and looked away.

Feel free to enjoy ...... I interpret it that way.

"...... is muuuuch."

"Hi-?"

I sucked on her nipples to my heart's content and ran my tongue over them, tickling her areolas and teasing her nipples.

The smell of sweat clings to the cleavage of her breasts, and she can taste a faint saltiness in the nipples she sucks on.

Her thick body odor tickled my nostrils, as if she had not had a chance to wash her body properly since her departure for battle.

"No, don't ......! What are you ...... doing?

"Mm?"

I turned my eyes only to Rosé as I sucked her nipples with a chummy sound.

She seemed to be astonished at my behavior itself rather than at being raped.

I lick the entire breast and then answer the question.

"Man and woman, there's only one thing to do, right? This is it."

I sat up and moved my hips. There was an erection under my trousers, and there was the lower half of my body, with the cloth puckered up.

When Rosé saw the bulge, she looked stunned for a moment, but her face soon regained a serious look.

"Oh ...... to get excited about a woman you just met! Nobility, but ......! I can't believe ...... what a ......!"

Because aristocrats have a low libido, even if they fall in love at first sight, they do not get an instant erection and immediate sex.

Rosé seemed genuinely surprised by the presence of the aristocrat, who instantly got an erection upon meeting him.

There is no need for detailed logic in the activities of a man and a woman. Let's continue."

As we brought our bodies closer together again, Rosé seemed to immediately

remember the situation she was in.

Exhaling in a huff, she twisted around to escape the military officer's restraints.

"Kuku......Kuku......! Let go of me......! Don't ............ let me be raped by Quardenze, don't ...... let me be humiliated! I don't want to be ......humiliated, I don't want to be ...... killed!

"Are you going to give me orders?"

When I mutter this quietly, Rose shows a strange expression that seems to be a combination of irritation and trepidation.

I am glad to see that you remember the fear of nobility.

I kept my eyes fixed on her eyes and again put one hand on her breast and nipped at her body.

"Chu."

"Ugh!"

He kisses Rosé's neck and begins to caress her with his tongue without releasing her lips.

I tickled the collarbone with my tongue, then moved along the

neck to the cheek.

"Ohhhh ......, stop ......, ......!"

She shook her head and resisted as I licked around her ears. Her hair moved softly, and a body odor that stimulated my meat hooks wafted from her hair.

While it is nice to have intercourse in a clean bed after a bath, sometimes it is not so bad to have such wild intercourse.

I followed my swelling sexual desire and inhaled her scent as much as I wanted.

"Uhhhh ......! Hana-see...... yeah......"

To support my copulation, the military officers seem to be holding Rosé down with considerable force. The neck and torso may move a little, but the limbs re not moving at all.

However, as expected, I decided not to kiss her on the lips because she might bite me if I did.

Taking out the knife again, I slashed through the belt at her waist.

When I tried to pull off the metal lower body armor, Rosé resisted by flapping her legs, saying, "No, no." However, since her legs were secured by the armor, the only thing that moved was her thigh.

"Be quiet. Resistance is futile."

He tore off his armor with force and slammed it to the ground as hard as he could as it turned to scrap iron.

She seemed to be wearing shorts-like trousers under her armor. The white skin on her long legs and the slight rise of her muscles were truly disgusting.

The faint smell of ammonia must be from the urine she had just leaked.

"I hate ......, I hate ......, I hate ......, I hate ......"

Even if she wanted to close her legs, they could not do so because both legs were held by separate military officers.

"Quardenze is ......! No ......, don't! Help me, Father! Brother! No! No!"

"Do you miss your family? Don't worry, you'll have more soon if you just have

a little patience. You did it, Rosé."

He cuts open a pair of shorts with a knife, and then pulls down even more of the colorless underwear underneath.

She seemed to have leaked quite a bit of urine, and her underwear was soaking wet. Although I do not have a particular urine fetish, my penis reacted reflexively.

When we finally looked at the exposed pubic area, we found a dense and dense forest.

The gap between her beautiful appearance and her unkempt, sloppy pubic hair is interesting.

"Phew ......! Phew ......! Huh ............!"

I put my finger inside the sparse pubic hair. Moist and wet with urine, it reminded me of a tropical rainforest.

The fact that she had a lot of pubic hair indicated that she had no fiancée. My fingers continued to explore unexplored territory.

"Touch me, hey ......, don't ......"

When I reached the labia and checked them with my fingertips, I gently placed my fingers on the clitoris.

"Ah, ah! What are you doing?"

I gently touched her pubic area with my finger and enjoyed her reaction.

She panicked at the unknown sensation, and when she thought her expression changed to one of pain, she let out a slightly glazed breath.

I felt an inexpressible love for that gesture and decided to prioritize my own pleasure over caressing.

I haven't pulled out once yet today, and I'm feeling a strong desire to get one out of me as soon as possible. It is not a punishment if I have self-centered sex once in a while.

I unbuckled my belt with a clinking sound to show her.

Anticipating that the show was finally coming, Rosé went on a rampage here and there, but it only served to excite me.

Having a frightened woman hear the sound of the belt being unbuckled was like announcing that I was going to rape her, and it was somehow uplifting.