She, as a slave, probably wanted to be taken to a rich house.
"Relax."
The girl nodded at his words.
She didn’t look reluctant. Her gaze was fixed on his cock.
The tip of his rod slid into her.
He thrust in. His cock sank deeper into the girl’s depths with wet squelching sounds.
"...♡!! ...♡... haa, haa!!"
...Was that a bit rough?
The girl who was pierced by the flesh rod let out a pained cry.
Her breathing grew ragged like she had been choked, and she clung desperately to Clock’s shoulders.
It seemed prepared, but her pussy was just a little too tight.
Her whole body trembled like a newly born beast.
The face of the woman from before had completely vanished. She was sweating on her forehead and clinging to him like a child holding its parent, exerting all her strength.
His cock that had invaded her insides was tightly squeezed as if it would tear her apart.
It was tied at the base with rope, so the pleasure was not great.
Virgins were really troublesome.
Even though he only wanted to pull out quickly, he held back the urge and covered the girl again, pressing his lips to hers.
He swatted away the arms she tried to grab and pinned her down.
The way she looked now was exactly like a man violating a girl he didn’t care about.
"Hey, I’m moving a little. It’ll hurt, but it’ll get used to it faster if you move."
"..."
When he spoke near her ear, she nodded repeatedly.
Even if she got used to it, it probably wouldn’t happen today. He had simply judged that it would be easier to finish quickly.
Outside it was already getting brighter. He should sleep instead of just playing with the slave.
He gripped her hips and slowly began thrusting.
His cock slid smoothly along her walls.
She was narrow and tight, but not bad.
When he pushed in, he felt a pleasurable squeeze. He pulled out and thrust again. Every time he did the monotonous motion, a muffled sound leaked from the girl.
Her expression as she stared at the ceiling of the cave was stiff, and she didn’t seem to be getting much pleasure. He continued moving slowly, sometimes glancing outside to check on her.
"...♡...♡..."
The girl’s body, which had climbed the mountain without rest, felt sweet against his.
He continued shaking her silently for a while.
A silent act with no conversation.
He simply devoured the girl’s body.
As time passed, her appearance of suffering grew fainter.
A slightly lewd voice began to leak out.
She was adapting well. He slowly increased the speed of his hips, thinking he could go harder now.
He pressed his hips in and crushed her ass.
He stirred her slave pussy with a squelching sound as if using a tool.
The pussy that was too tight had become a fairly usable hole without him noticing.
The girl herself had kept her gaze straight upward since insertion.
Completely spacey. She looked like a poor girl trying to endure rough sex while counting the stains on the cave ceiling.
No, it was true that her circumstances were unfortunate.
"...I’m going to cum soon."
He tested her by calling out, wanting a reaction.
The slave girl who had become half flesh doll suddenly opened her eyes at the sound and answered "...♡" while looking at him.
...She wasn’t saying words, but she was at least replying?
He sped up his thrusting.
The higher his hips moved, the stronger the pressure of the pussy wrapped around his cock.
He placed his hand on the girl’s bouncing breasts and made wet sounds.
...Ah, wait... was this girl supposed to be sold?
What should he do? Would ejaculating inside her be a problem?
A sudden, overly late question.
Normally he wouldn’t think like this, and even if he was going to make a product, touching her was wrong in itself.
If she was pregnant, he would lose the value of the slave dramatically, or in the worst case he might even have to refuse to buy her.
...Well, whatever. It’ll be fine.
Sex was a mood swing and a reality escape.
He didn’t know when the pursuers would come. He might lose head and body tomorrow. That kind of death anxiety was heavy.
He wanted to forget reality a little and dump his fatigue with her.
He would think about the rest later.
Thinking was abandoned because of the ejaculation urge.
He let out the stress he had been holding back along with his seed deep inside the slave girl.
Bububu, byuru, byururu!!
"...♡?! ...♡...♥...♡"
He pressed his hips deep into the innermost part of the product and released his semen without restraint.
His cock jumped inside the girl’s belly.
He left an indelible mark on the virgin girl so she would remember this moment.
Ah, I did it.
I really came out a lot.
Even while recognizing that he had done it, he didn’t pull out.
He rubbed his hips and enjoyed the pleasure while emptying himself. He pinned the girl down from above and held her in place so she couldn’t escape, pumping genes into her.
It had been a while. She came out way too much.
This would probably make her pregnant with one load.
The girl’s belly clung to his cock like a meat pot.
He drew her small body close and thrust in and out as if pounding her insides, enjoying her pussy.
When the sporadic releases stopped, he released the girl he had been holding down.
His cock stayed inside. He had no intention of pulling it out and trying to prevent pregnancy.
He let the freshly ejaculated cock soak in the warmth of her pussy for a while.
"...♡ ...♥...♡..."
The girl who had heat sent inside her was trembling.
She had been pinned down, forcibly implanted with genes, and had gone through a miserable experience. Her mouth hung open in a daze.
He had thought she would struggle with pain, but she looked like she was lost in pleasure.
Maybe she was a girl who blushed easily.
From the middle, he had only used the girl’s body for ejaculation. He had no intention of making her enjoy it.
But because she had adapted too easily, he felt a decent mood as a man.
The girl’s beautiful and pretty face was now creased with tears.
Her expression, which had been almost expressionless before sex started, now carried a female aura.
In a way, this was the mask peeling off.
Watching her, desire stirred again. Or rather, it hadn’t calmed down at all.
The cock buried inside the girl was still hard.
He shook his hips and rubbed her pussy.
He started thrusting again, savoring the slippery sensation of her mucous membrane.
"...♡?! ...a, ♡..."
The girl looked surprised that the act she thought had ended had resumed.
She opened her eyes wide and cried out.
He had just released the semen he had saved up for several days.
Her insides had become incredibly smooth and movable.
With such good lubrication, it probably wouldn’t hurt much.
He conveniently assumed she was all his and put his weight on her slender hips.
"Ah♡ ...♥...aah...♡"
This time he didn’t hold back and slammed his hips hard.
He no longer cared about the girl.
He filled his desire with the body of a girl he didn’t even know the name of and had met only once.
He lifted the girl’s legs and thrust into her, pounding her.
From now on, whenever he got horny, he would use this pussy.
Slaves were nothing but tools. He would treat them however he liked whenever he wanted.
He crushed the girl while teaching her that lesson.
The girl bravely responded to the man’s desire.
She had spread her legs with her own hands because her strength had completely left her after the first act, and she supported him as much as she could so he could move easily.
How obedient and convenient.
"...a♡ ...♥...!!"
He released his genes into the girl’s womb again.
Dopu, dopu, his cock pumped and he released with force.
He thrust in with his weight and emptied himself into the girl’s belly while she couldn’t escape.
If he got her pregnant, then he got her pregnant.
He was a thief, after all. He didn’t need to worry about such things.
While convincing himself it was okay, he enjoyed the pleasure in the girl’s pussy.
He kept her pinned down and filled her womb with seed.
Under the man, the girl held it in with tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.
Planting seeds in a woman’s womb was supreme pleasure. A momentarist man had a hard time resisting. Especially when the girl was a "slave you could do whatever you wanted with" he owned.
"Ah~ I’m really tired."
He had climbed the mountain non-stop, eaten his first meal in a long time, and climbed again.
He had done sex twice without resting properly. Of course he was tired.
He hadn’t used protection.
The purchase price. The Hero’s pursuit.
It was troublesome. There were too many things to think about.
He drew the girl close and shamelessly scooped her breasts into his hand.
While half-asleep, he pinched her nipples and played with them. The girl let out a faint moan in his embrace.
While enjoying afterplay as if they were lovers, he let go of his consciousness as the outside began to brighten.