"Fuck off, you fucking pervert." She tried to push him away, but he was too strong. She reached out to the bed, where her sword was. She touched the bed frame as he began to lick her breasts.
She could feel him sucking and licking her breasts, it was making her disgusted but at the same time...something else too. But she kept on reaching out until she grabbed the hilt. With renewed vigor, she pulled the sword and hit his head with its hilt. He staggered back and held his head. "You whore! You fucking whore!!" He screamed as blood began to sweep through his fingers.
He stood up and ran towards her, but she sidestepped and swung her sword downwards and his hard cock flew out, landing on the floor with a loud thud.
He looked at his cock, stunned, and then to Elora. "What did you do?" He was now on his knees and still holding his head. The cock pulsated and trembled for a second before it slowly stopped.
"I severed your fucking cock, you sick bastard."
He looked at her and then at his cock. "No, no, no, no, no." He began to cry and shake. His hands covered his crotch. "No, no, no, no, no." He started to scream and cry and then fell to the ground.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." He was screaming and crying. "My cock, my cock, my cock, my cock." He was rocking back and forth.
Elora stepped forward and pointed the sword at him. "Stop this madness or else I'll sever your head, too."
He didn't stop cursing but rather lifted his hand and pointed at her. "You fucking bitch, I'll kill you, you bitch."
"Are you sure?" She said as she slowly came closer.
"Yeah, I'll fucking kill you, you fucking bitch."
"So be it. Goodbye, brother." She raised her sword above his head and was ready to swing her sword down when she heard a pitiful voice. "Stop. Please stop," she begged. Elroa's lips curved a little before replacing with a worried face. "What, Mom? Look at him. He raped you. Tried to kill you and you still want to spare him. He is depraved, Mom."
"But he's my son, and you're his sister. Don't you care about him?" the woman said, looking at her son with pity. "No matter what he did, he's still my son."
"He's a monster, Mom. Look what he did to you." Elora didn't know what to say, so she didn't say anything at all. She looked at her mother, whose face was now almost unrecognizable.
The man simply started to cry loudly with his hands on his face. His loud weeping filled the room as the blood from his severed crotch pooled below him.
"You're such an idiot, Mom," Elora said, but couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She sighed and lowered her sword. "I hope you remember what happened today, Mom."
It was not regarding this incident at all, she was referring to something else. The woman felt something was very wrong but she can't say anything as if this news leaks her entire world is shattered and the only thing she can do is trust her daughter and her mouth.
Elora took a last look at her brother and mother. "Do you want me to knock him down?"
She thought for a second and nodded her head. "That would be helpful."
Elora walked towards the kneeling man and hit him on the head again with her sword's hilt, knocking him out.
"There, that's better," she said and turned to her mother. "Alright, let's take you to a healer, Mom."
Her mother shook her head. "I'll do it myself, Elora. Just leave the room."
The princess took one last look at the bloody mess that happened in the room, her eyes momentarily fell on cum dripping pussy of her mother. She quickly hid it with the towel. Elora nodded and slowly walked out of the room.
After Elora left the room, the woman's shoulders dropped and tears flowed down her cheeks. She looked down on her son, her own child, who was lying down, his cock missing.
...
Elora entered her room, which was just opposite the room which she came from. There was no one in the corridor as such, she didn't feel like covering her bare breasts. She twisted the door knob and entered her room.
"How did it go-- oh my god! What happened to you." Another person was in the room, sitting on the couch and sipping a coffee when she entered. Marcus, her trusted advisor.
"Nothing! My dear brother was more violent than I thought," she slouched down on the couch beside Marcus and looked up at the ceiling, sighing deeply. She could feel his gaze on her bare breasts. "Marcus...you know I can feel your gaze, right? Do you want the same treatment as my brother? Huh?" She turned her head and looked at him.
"Oh no, no, no, nothing of that kind, my princess." He shook his head and continued sipping his coffee.
She sat up straight and looked at him, smiling. "Do you want to touch them?" She asked.
He could feel the bait on the question. "Touch what, your grace?" He didn't turn or anything, simply stared ahead.
"You know, when he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them and sucked them, rather than disgust I felt aroused, is that normal?" She grabbed her boobs and shook them.
Marcus took a long gulp and nodded his head. "It can be, your grace. There are all types of kinks. Rough handling is loved throughout the world. There's nothing shameful in that."
"Really? I never knew," she said and looked up, thinking. "Do you want to handle me roughly, Marcus?" Another bait. He shook his head.
"What? Why? You think I'm not that beautiful? Is that it?" She looked offended and pouted her face. Another bait and she was locking him in place.
"Oh no, no, no, it's not that, my princess, please forgive my rudeness." He raised both his hands and bowed his head.
"So you think I'm beautiful? Do you want to fuck me too?" She raised her voice and Marcus could feel his body tensed up.
Marcus was cursing all the gods now.
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