Delighted by the feeling of Steinar’s massive body tightly pressed against hers, Alice couldn’t help but let a moan escape through her pinkish lips. Her breathing was getting rough, uneven… Not because she was tired, but because this was a first for her… The first time in her entire life that she had ever been this excited. Her hands fumbled about eagerly, in search of ways to remove Steinar’s armor, for the prize she sought laid right underneath.

“Wait, Alice…” Steinar called out to her, grabbing a hold of both her arms. “Slow down,” he said. “Can’t have you taking off my armor right now, there could still be enemies around.”

“Do you hear, feel or smell any other enemies nearby?” Alice asked, batting her eyelashes at him; licking her lips provocatively, as if to entice him to change his mind.

“Not yet,” Steinar answered, still holding her arms in place. “But whatever summoned those demons could still be out there.”

“Then there’s no problem, right?” Alice insisted, showing her usual smile. “I trust you completely.”

“That’s not the problem here...” Steinar paused for a moment, then shook his head, deciding that wasting any more time with an explanation would be pointless. The more time they wasted, the more likely it would be for an enemy to ambush them. Conceding to her wishes, he took off his breastplate, chainmail and undershirt; revealing his naked chest. Of course, he removed his gauntlets as well, since he too wanted to feel the touch of her skin. “Satisfied?” He asked, grabbing Alice by the hips.

She didn’t answer him, though. Instead, she pounced on him like a famished feline, shoving her tongue inside his mouth— arms wrapping around his neck. Their tongues intertwined, wresting as they exchanged saliva, as they savored each other’s taste. Alice moaned through her throat, not wanting to break their kiss. She was melting, her body quivering uncontrollably as clear streams of viscous liquid slid across her inner thighs; her nethers drooling in anticipation of what was to come.

Their lips separated, a string of saliva still connecting their tongues as Steinar’s hands made for Alice’s tiny, almost completely flat breasts. He gave them a tight squeeze, causing her to squeal in response. His rough, callused hands kept massaging her breasts, alternating their touch between soft and rough; slight and tight squeezes. At some point, he took her perky nipples in between his index and middle fingers, massaging them, squeezing them, stretching them… Doing pretty much whatever he wanted.

And Alice was loving every second of it. She was entranced, her body spasming every time an intense wave of pleasure assailed her. Her mouth hung open, loud, erotic moans escaping as if she didn’t care for her surroundings— nor the fact that there could still be enemies nearby.

But… She wanted more— she wanted it rougher. She wanted for Steinar to conquer her, to ravish her, to make her submit… She wanted for him to send her over the edge, over the point of no return. That was her honest desire…

Alice reached for Steinar’s right hand, guiding it towards her thin, pale neck. “Do it!” She told him, her sparkly blue eyes burning with lust. “Break me!”

Steinar complied, his hand wrapping tightly around Alice’s neck. She gasped, both her little hands instinctively grabbing his forearm, nails sinking into his skin in an involuntary act of resistance. His arm wouldn’t budge, it felt like an unmovable pillar of rock-hard muscles, even though she was clawing at it with all her strength.

‘Ah… That’s it… This feeling...’ Alice smiled, despite her situation. The feeling of being overpowered, of being dominated… What she had always yearned for was finally within her grasp. Right then, at that very moment, she had decided that Steinar was the only one for her, and that she would never let him go.

Steinar released his grip, finally allowing Alice to breath again. “Happy?” He asked, though before Alice could answer, his hand once more tightened around her neck. This time, however, his other hand went for her nethers. He carefully caressed around her entrance, squishing and molding the meaty exterior under his powerful touch. Then, after having his fun for a few moments, he gave it a rather strong and loud slap, sending a violent mix of both pain and pleasure exploding throughout her body. In response, Alice arched back, her legs fully stretched— toes as well; her whole body trembling as a hearty squirt of her girly juices flew out from her privates. “Yeah… Looks happy to me.” He released his grip once more, and Alice started panting desperately, inhaling as much air as she could.

Her body wouldn’t stop shaking, as wave after wave of exceedingly intense pleasure kept assailing her. It was ridiculous… She couldn’t even speak, just babble incoherently as even her jaw felt slack. Such was the magnitude of the orgasm she had just experienced. Yet, she still wanted more. She wanted so much more…

She didn’t have to ask for it, though. Before she could even make a full recovery, Steinar grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face towards his own, forcefully devouring her pliant lips. Another very intense kiss, although it only lasted for a brief moment. He yanked her by the hair again, treating her lush mane as if it were a mere dog’s leash, dragging her face towards his crotch; his enormous, veiny man-meat already standing at attention.

‘When did he even have time to pull it out of his pants!?’ Alice wondered, as the tip of his manhood rubbed against her face. Parting her soft, rosy lips, she let a bit of drool leak over its head before getting closer and giving it a kiss. There’s no way that his massive member would ever fit inside her tiny mouth, so she settled for just licking, nibbling and kissing at its head; her small, delicate hands trying to care for the rest of its length.

“No hands.” Steinar commanded, tugging at her silky, smooth hair. His tone was harsh and domineering, his gaze, cold and overpowering.

Alice whimpered and withdrew her hands, resting them against Steinar’s muscular legs; her mouth working with redoubled effort in order to please him. She focused her ministrations mostly on the head of his phallus, dragging her incredibly soft and spit-wet lips all over it. She kissed it lovingly, passionately, as if worshiping the manhood that would soon deflower her. Though try as she might, she was still having trouble handling the whole thing by herself; such was sheer girth of his meat. Usually, she and her sister would be servicing him together, which made the task of satisfying him that much easier.

“That’s enough.” Steinar said, as he pulled back on Alice’s hair, forcing her away from his manhood. “It’s time to give you what you want.”

Alice opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Steinar tumbled her over the ground. He grabbed both her legs, spreading them apart as he mounted his weight over her body— his thighs firmly locking hers into place; his hands forcing her legs back until her knees touched against her shoulders. Her nethers laid fully spread and exposed, drooling in anticipation of being conquered.

“This position is called a mating press…” Steinar said, sinking his fingers into Alice’s pale thighs. “Care to take a guess why?”

“I don’t kno—” Alice’s answer got interrupted by the loud clap of Steinar’s crotch hitting against hers, his manhood tearing through the frail membrane of her hymen. She didn’t cry, nor even said that it hurt. As someone that enjoyed a little bit of pain, she just bit her lip and endured it. In fact, if anyone asked her how it felt, she would answer that it felt pretty good.

“You asked for it...” Steinar muttered, still maintaining his strong grip on Alice’s thighs. “I’ve been holding back a lot, trying not to hurt the two of you…” He pressed his massive, muscular body against hers, shoving his manhood deeper inside. “But you just had to go ahead and ask fort it… You want me to break you, huh? Alice… I’m gonna fucking destroy you.” He told her, trying to force his way even deeper inside.

Her eyes rolling back into her head, Alice let out a loud moan that echoed throughout the swamp.

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“Ugh…” Iris turned around in her sleep, her consciousness already half-awake. Her muscles felt sore, her body hurt all over… The result of overusing her mana, no doubts. Even though she had a ridiculously large mana pool, it didn’t mean that she could just go ahead and use however much of it she wanted in order to cast spells. The circulation of mana by itself already puts a degree of strain on the body, even more so when you consume large quantities of it, like she had done in order to conjure that powerful high-sorcery.

As a newbie that until very recently led a sheltered life, there’s no way that her body would be able to suddenly circulate that much mana without suffering any consequences. That’s why mages usually practice their spells for years before even thinking about using them in combat. And yet… She dared to cast a high sorcery that she hadn’t even practiced that much… It was just something that she had learned from one of Bruna’s books, back at their house in Alcara. She called it her trump card, sure, but that’s only because it just happens to be the strongest spell that she currently knows.

‘What a stupid decision...’ She grimaced, her eyes still shut tight. ‘Well… At least I’m not dead yet. I guess Steinar got rid of the demons… Or maybe he got us and escaped?’ She wondered, though it certainly did not feel like she was laying on their mattress. ‘And what’s with this noise…? This weird… Slapping noise… It’s so familiar…’

She opened her eyes, being greeted by the shy rays of morning light that somehow managed to find their way through the dark clouds of miasma looming over the swamp.

“…?” It seems like she was still in the swamp, after all… ‘Did I spend the whole night here?‘ She sat up and rubbed her eyes, slowly shaking away her drowsiness. ‘Where are Steinar and Alice?’ She asked herself, letting out a yawn as she stretched her arms.

And then, after fully waking up, she finally decided to look towards the source of the slapping noise…

“Eh…!?” What she saw was… Steinar, holding her sister in a full nelson, fucking her from below with wild abandon.

Alice’s face was completely flushed, her eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open slovenly. She wasn’t even properly responding anymore… Actually, she was probably passed out, though her body was still quivering from what could only be multiple orgasms. She looked like a little fuck-toy, from the way that Steinar was handling her body. But as her twin sister, Iris could tell that she also looked really happy and satisfied. ‘Woah… Must have been a hell of a fuck...’

“Couldn’t you have waited a bit more to do that?” She asked, her eyebrows frowning and lips pouting as she struggled to get up on her feet. “Did the two of you seriously let me spend the whole night laying on the ground just because you couldn’t wait to fuck?”

Steinar didn’t answer, he just kept pounding away at Alice’s nethers, gaining on speed until a point in which he held her body so tightly that it seemed like she was about to break. Alice’s back arched, her body spasming violently as her insides were flooded by Steinar’s warm, virile seed. He finally released Alice, her passed out body now resting limply against his massive chest.

“It’s not my fault…” He argued, taking a deep breath as his own body relaxed after having an orgasm. He then wrapped an arm around Alice, and kissed the nape of her neck. “Your sister kept begging for more.”

To that, Iris just rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Seriously?” She asked. “I could’ve caught a cold, you know?”

“You’re a witch,” Steinar retorted, one of his hands caressing Alice’s golden locks as he did. “And your brand has a fast regeneration trait. You’re as likely to catch a cold as you are to grow a tail and horns.”

“But there are quite a few witches with tails and horns.” The one who spoke was neither of them; a completely unknown voice.

Steinar reacted fast, despite having spent the whole night fucking. He jumped up while holding Alice against his chest with one arm, scooped up Iris under the other and kicked his sword into the air, grabbing its hilt sideways with his teeth. Then, he bolted in the opposite direction of the one that the voice had come from. Why? Because he didn’t feel anyone’s presence. No smell, no mana fluctuation, no aura… Not even a sound, before it actually spoke. For someone to creep up on him unnoticed… It can only mean that—

“Why are you running away?” The voice asked. It was a woman’s voice, smooth and melodic, like a singer’s. “You cannot escape from me, no matter how fast you are.”

Steinar stopped on his tracks, planting his feet firmly into the ground. What laid before him was the flooded area of the swamp, not a place he could run off to. Their boat was on the other side of the dry area, and all that water would hinder his movement if he had to fight. Hesitating for a second, he decided let go of the twins; their bodies hitting the ground with a soft ‘thud’

“Shit…!” He cursed, now holding his sword with both hands, turning to face the owner of the mysterious voice.

For someone to avoid his detection, which even the likes of the Bloody Marchioness couldn’t, it can only mean that—

“It’s coming!” Steinar howled, infusing his sword with aura.

— It had to be something ancient, and far more powerful than Orianna, the ten thousand years old vampire witch.

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End of Chapter 20: No Escape.