Herald of Steel

Lady Nanazin was the first to recover from their rough session, and with deep, pleased heaves, her glassy eyes finally regained some of their lucidity.

And it was only then that she had the state of mind to feel all the aches streaking across her entire body.

The thighs, backs, and most of all butt hurt like hell.

Hell, even her tender organ down there felt a bit sore since it had been stretched to its limits and then made to withstand that intense battering, scraping the soft walls dry.

Yet, despite the carnage dotted all over her body, all she could feel right now was pure, unadulterated pleasure and happiness coursing through each and every pore of her body.

Nothing that Alexander did to her seemed a single bit excessive. Rather she even wished he had been a bit rougher, to truly leave some everlasting mark of their union on her skin.

And she thought of all this while her head was melting in the pleasure of the warm liquid filling her lower regions, making her almost feel like she was flying and causing her to glow with glee.

Even Lady Nanazin herself was surprised by how good she had felt during this session. Especially since it was not like something like this was brand new to her.

Given her extensive record in bed, the mature lady actually had quite a few similar experiences like this, where the pleasure was a slow burn with many types of teasings involved.

Some were even much more hardcore. For example, there would be ropes to bind her, candles for wax play, and her most dreaded tool of all- a leather crop to hit at all her sensitive spots- be they the nipples, the armpits, the rear hole, and the favorite target of most wielders: her smooth front garden.

Usually, by the end of it, Lady Nanazin's pussy and mons pubis would be streaked blood red with inflammation, and many times the lady would even lose control of her lower muscles by the constant hit, ending up wetting herself.

That would of course only excite the men 'attending to her' and result in them pouncing on the lone lady even more, ravishing her in all the ways possible and causing her to cry out in sweet, pained pleasure.

Yet Lady Nanazin right now thought that the combined efforts of so many hands from before could not compare to the bliss she was feeling now.

She thought this was quite unexpected because logically it should not have been possible. She did not think her current partner was that good in bed.

Now, Alexander was of course skilled in bed no doubt about it, being able to adequately please any woman.

But at the end of the day, he was still human, with only two hands and two feet. There was only so much he could do by himself.

While Lady Nanazin's standard for 'good' was really unapproachable by any single man.

Her unfolding life circumstances had made sure of that, as somewhere along the line she had broken a bit.

This was why hidden deep, deep, down in her heart, her ideal sexual encounter had most of the times appeared in the form of multiple Alexanders assaulting and ravaging and unwilling her, taking her in many of the ways Ptolomy and his company had.

Or in simpler words, this mature lady's ultimate fantasy was a violent, forced gangrape and getting all her orifices filled at the same time.

That was something undoubtedly impossible for Alexander alone no matter how much he tried.

Of course, Lady Nanazin was too ashamed to ever admit such a thing to anyone and buried the fantasy into the deepest, darkest recess of her heart, cursing herself for being so immoral, so shameless, and swore to never entertain the notion.

But could anyone really blame her for thinking like that?

The long years staying with Ptolomy and having all those debaucherous acts performed on her had inevitably caused Lady Nanazin to become subconsciously bent in subtle ways.

This happened as a result of her mind trying to instinctively protect itself from all the insane things happening all around her, as well as simple inertia, the repeated acts becoming a simple force of habit for her.

This was why Lady Nanazin found many of her experiences too pleasurable to forget despite her own instance.

She of course did not look back at the memory of multiple men assaulting her with any kind of love or fondness.

But it was just that the event was too deeply ingrained in her memory to forget and whenever she recalled them, her body instinctively reacted to protect itself, thus letting the lady vividly remember the pure pleasure accompanying her back then.

And until now, Lady Nanazin had resigned herself to things staying like that.

Her love life with Alexander would surely be adventurous and pleasurable, and whatever peaks she would miss by staying with only one man, she would more than make up for with love, care, and mutual respect.

But of how pleasantly wrong she was.

It seemed that by constantly staying by Alexander's side for the last two days and bonding with him, she had reached a new pleasure threshold.

This was not a physical threshold, meaning it was not like Alexander had suddenly turned into a god in bed and drove Lady Nanazin crazy.

But instead, it was more a psychological one, one where just knowing whom she was doing the deed with caused her hormones to run wild, and cover her entire body in never before seen esctacy.

Now, Lady Nanazin did not understand all the nitty gritty of things happening to her. But she did understand the most important thing of all- which was that this was something good for her.

She liked it.

And much more than that, she wanted to experience it again!

"I want to do more! I want to do it again!"

Hence subconsciously mumbling out her desire, Lady Nanazin's tired, droopy eyes turned sharp and extremely lustful in the blink of eyes, and soon she began to pump her hips over Alexander for the fourth time.

"Ahh….wha…?" For the man who had just recovered from his fever, this undoubtedly felt a bit strenuous, so his little brother cried out for help, causing him to let out this yelp.

"Sto…" And then he wanted to shout out this cry for help, but just as the words reached his throat, Alexander's pride as a man could not let him finish.

It felt too pathetic for him to beg like this, it made him feel like the lady on top was conquering him.

And then finding that pulling out of her was impossible,

"Aghhhh!" decided to accept his fate of being sucked and emptied out with a reserved grunt.

While in the front, Lady Nanazin was able to sense some of Alexander's discomfort, but she was not too worried about it. No matter what the mouth said, the meat spear that was inside her still reacted positively, having by now regained all its previous turgidness.

And just like a woman's, a man's lower half was much more honest.

Hence her hips once again nonchalantly regained their full tempo, slapping against Alexander with great gusto as Lady Nanazin moaned,

"This is the last time master. The last time! Nyahhh… You feel just too good, ahhhh. I can't stop myself!"

"Mmm… you said it yourself, right? This was my reward. Ahhhh… I want four times for the two days! I need at least that much!"

This was probably one of the most bizarre wage negotiations ever to happen in the history of mankind- past, present and future, involving a buxom lady riding a man in reverse cowgirl, presenting her minimum 'rate' while madly slamming her wide hips down on the cock.

And the absolute strangeness of it did make Alexander truly amused to first hear this. He did not think Lady Nanazin would ask for remuneration for her services rendered in such a unique way and thus found the logic for her demand truly eye opening.

For a moment even regretted that his shame would not allow him to record this conversation in any official records.

Else it would surely be a striking entry.

The title could have been something like-

'Negotiating the number of creampies to be given in return for total days in hospice. (Taken place in the bedroom with both parties nude and one riding the other.)'

Even Alexander's slightly delirious mind found that too funny to stifle a good chuckle.

"Ahhh… Nanazin… you…"

But ultimately Alexander was snapped to the present when he felt a particularly strong squeeze on his little brother and

*Slap*, *Slap*, *Slap*, his senses woke up to his surroundings.

All kinds of moans and lewd slaps were once again echoing around him, and Lady Nanazin's large, reddened, rotund butt was once again working itself on him, trapping his focus.

Then finally resigning himself that he would have to please the eager lady to 'free' himself, Alexander simply slumped his head back and mused.

'*Sigh*, whatever! She has worked very hard! Since she wants a reward, I will give it to her!'

Three fingers then soon invaded her rear hole, while his other hand wrapped around and clasped her clit, wishing to send the lady to the moon.

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