28. Endurance R*pe 2

The next man to stand behind the princess was a simple, round-faced peasant with a rough short tunic and wooden clogs. His messy hair and sun-tanned skin clearly marked him as a descendant of generations of serfs.

“Your Highness, I’ll never forget the way you looked on horseback during your national tour. I jerked off thinking about you so many times. Your ass is right in front of me now. Is this really Your Highness’s ass? It’s so white and beautiful… completely different from the village girls’ asses.”

The peasant grabbed Charlotte’s buttocks with his rough, gnarled hands as if trying to tear them off. His thick fingers sank deep into the soft flesh.

“It hurts… S-Stop it…”

Charlotte groaned on the guillotine platform. The peasant ignored her pleas and casually pulled her outer labia apart.

“Hoh~ Even the upper classes get stretched here.”

“Giii—!! N-No, don’t pull there—!!”

Forcing the most sensitive part of a woman’s body was something even a seventeen-year-old girl could barely endure.

“Your Highness, you must offer your seed to us. Don’t be so stubborn. Low-class people get hurt by that. Remember it.”

With that, he untied the strings of his short tunic and lowered his underwear, revealing his erection.

“Aaah… No… Please… Don’t…”

Charlotte could not turn around, but she trembled like a virgin, desperately thrashing against the collar around her neck. Every movement made her beautiful buttocks sway, exposing her outer labia and making it seem as if someone from behind was penetrating her.

“Hihihi, Your Highness, even if you say no with your mouth, your lower mouth is saying something else. Are you ready?”

The peasant pressed his cock against her petals and thrust in with one rough stroke.

Ag!

Charlotte clenched her teeth.

The peasant’s penis was not as hard as the warrior’s. It was thick but soft and pliable, rubbing every fold of her vaginal walls. It felt like warm, cooked tofu sticking firmly to each ripple of her inner flesh, refusing to leave no matter how she moved.

He did not ram it in like the warrior. Instead, he slowly rubbed the entire vaginal wall with a gentle, consistent pumping motion.

Zuburi Zuburii Zuburi Zuburii Zuburi…

“Uuu… N-No… Don’t move…”

Yet even as she begged, Charlotte’s head was filled with pleasure. Clear nectar from her vaginal walls dripped down her thighs as proof.

“Hmm, it seems Your Highness has a lot of love juice. Even while saying no, you’re dripping it from there. Master Kakuda was right—Charlotte is truly a born whore and flesh slave.”

The warrior, now back in his wise, satisfied mode, offered an appropriate comment, and the surrounding soldiers nodded in agreement.

“Kuuh—!!”

Charlotte bit her lip and teeth.

What humiliation and violation. How many times had she been raped now? How many times had her spirit been broken? It would be easier to simply give up and let herself be carried away by lust.

But Charlotte’s astonishing self-respect and pride kept her from falling into the abyss. What was holding her together?

“Uihihihi, resisting is useless, Your Highness. A man’s cock is big, so it doesn’t matter how much you squeeze. The real question is how well you can stimulate the whole pussy. My soft cock is a super cock designed to rub your pussy.”

“Hmm, so it’s not just about raw force. I’ve learned something new today.”

The warrior twisted his Kaiser beard and nodded.

“Uuuu… Uuu…”

Charlotte twisted her beautiful face and desperately fought the pleasure wave crashing over her.

“My cock made every village girl in love with it. You’re next, Your Highness. Come on, become my cock slave.”

His thrusting grew even hotter. Each time, clear nectar sprayed out from the joined place.

“Hahii… Hahii… Hiii—!!”

Charlotte’s thighs trembled, and her outer labia twitched. Her toes on both feet curled tightly as if trying to grab the ground.

It looked like her climax was finally coming.

“Uuu, I’m at my limit too. Here, Your Highness, let me fill you with my seed—!!”

While listening to the peasant’s roar from behind, Charlotte continued to endure with all her might.

(I can’t give up… I can’t give up, Charlotte. I’ll endure no matter what. That is the true appearance of Princess Knight Charlotte. I must not surrender to this lowly man’s lower body. There is still… hope…)

In the final moment of ejaculation, the peasant leaned over her back and squeezed her beautiful breasts hard, as if trying to rip them off. Even with her face twisted in pain from the pressure, her mind remained clear. She felt the hot, misty spray deep inside her uterus, and her whole body convulsed.

“Produce my child—!!”

(This isn’t real sex… It doesn’t impregnate… If it doesn’t impregnate, it isn’t sex…)

As the mixture of thick white semen and love juice sprayed from their joined place, Charlotte whispered to herself in her fading consciousness.

(I’ll hold on… My egg cells…)

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