Threyja Verse.2 - Silver Winged Valkyrie Company

*Order of events prior to this chapter*
*Marco Verse 3 > Thorjen Verse 3*

Threyja

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The world was devoid of sunlight. Nothing else spoke nor whispered into the void. Other than the constant sound of her heart beat, thrumming softly into a space of darkness.

'Where am I...' she wondered aimlessly. Something felt off about this space. She wasn't dreaming was she? no, this realm felt as real as anything else Threyja thought. 'But where were the skies? the ground...the air even? Everything felt terrible... None of it made sense. Threyja heard a freckle in the distance. A whisper of some kind.

"Al...al...gath? is that you?" She heard a delicate voice utter into the darkness.

"kukuku...Algath is dead my dear" spoke a second voice, one with a raspier tone likened to a irritable sound and it arrived so loudly and close by her side, she was almost assured despite the darkness she could make out round about where the sound was coming from.

Threyja felt a terrible premonition growing inside of her. 'C-can they see me?'

"Of course I see you my dear... But the question is...can you see... you!"

Threyja heard a loudening rumble as the surrounding darkness suddenly started to tremor and squeal. She felt a surging heat growing around the dense darkness. And then feint crackling echoes filled her ears, the room begun to shake as though brittle black glass was on the verge of breaking. Threyja saw deep cracks appearing around the surrounding realm. She couldn't make any sense out of how this was possible. But then the shards of dark glass started to fall, piece by piece until a storm of black glass descended like a rain of dark knives. Moments passed and the once dark scape was now a dream like violet hazy realm. With sparkling pale stars and a vibrancy of purple colors swirling around the air.

Threyja could finally see her entire body again. But she froze up almost instantly the second her eyes fell upon the other being also present within this realm. Threyja wasn't quite sure what she was looking at, the figure was curvaceous, with smooth obsidian like skin, full breasts and thick thighs, with short curly bright pinkish hair, she wore extremely skimpy and tight clothing and her dark leathers barely contained her impressively sized assets from spilling out. The lady carried a curious smile, her eyes were magenta and sparkled with an ominous glint within them. Suddenly Threyja could see a swirl of violet lights and markings either gathering around this woman or being imprinted onto her almost ethereal obsidian coloured skin.

With her words choked in her throat, she could only manage to say the only thing possible in this situation.

"Who are you?"

Her question was met with a series of playful heckles

"Aahahaha-Dear...I am you...Well...I am what you want to be but continue to be afraid to embrace."

"I...I don't understand...h-how..."

"Shhh...listen...you feel it don't you?...yes you do...you feel that tingle in your stomach, the one that trickles down to your..."

"St-stop it...Wh-what are you talking about. I'm nothing like you. It's because of this poison...Wait...Yo-you are the curse arent you... you're my heart dem-"

"Fufufu well done my dear! I am what the poison had manifested into your heart. You can call this space...I guess our pleasure domain-fufufu"

Threyja felt her heart sink the moment she heard that. She had heard about heart demons before, which were one of the sole causes for people losing their way during the road to cultivation. And if this...thing was the manifestation of that then this realm must be...'My sea of consciousness.'

Threyja understood that at a certain high enough level the sea of consciousness was a realm the cultivator could forge. Only she knew already she was nowhere near such a stage, which begs the question. How was the existence of this place even remotely possible.

"Hahahaha still so naïve- despite your martial heart being in chaos It is I... who saved you my dear. Without me where would you have been? Your heart has been broken for many months. Your cultivation suffered, and then...I arrived and look. You can see already the benefits of having that lovely mark against your abdomen...fufufu it suits you my dear...And you should worship the ground he walks on you know. The one who brought us this freedom."

"I...I don't want any of this you are a demon! H-how could I want the help of a demon...And who was it? wh-who did this to me?"

"Oh-ho come on my dear. Demon? Angel? Guardian...Gods? to people like us...what's the difference? Power is absolute no? is that not what drives you to grow stronger? ab...so...lute...power. Fufufu you can't hide it from me. I know who you are." The lady licked her lips whilst making sure she pressed her two huge bosoms together whilst she swayed invitingly.

Threyja listened and felt a strange sense of relief and understanding forming in her mind. She couldn't fathom why she was fighting everything within her control from agreeing. 'No! She's tricking me...This is what demons do...fuck...a demon...how did I get myself into this mess....'

"Wh-who was it...Who did this to me?" her voice crackled whilst she spoke

"You know who it was. You've always known all along. Because he'd do anything to take you. And he certainly did take you didn't he. Hmmmm do you remember how much fun we had with him. That huge, thick cock of his pinning us down and then..."

"Please stop it! You're not real-thi-this is not real...I...I need to get out of here" Her eyes started to search frantically for any way out.

"Do you remember how it felt to be so filled by him...so free? He was so forceful too wasn't he...you can't lie to me my dear. I felt it...I gave it to you...that power to feel it all...to yearn for pleasures so good that our entire mind goes blank.

'I need to leave this place. H-how do I get out of here.'

"Hmmmm do you remember when he thrusted all of himself into you."

"N-no-no..."

"You were so wet my dear, your face was completely like an animals too fufufu..I know you remember it you loved every single moment...

"N-no I didn't want it...He took advantage of me! I...I was going crazy...Thorjen...I only ever loved Thorjen." She whimpered fighting away the tears welled within her eyes.

"But he left us...he left you all alone to be poisoned...cursed...and then ravished repeatedly by another man...that was his fault"

"it...It wasn't his fault"

"If he was alive...would this have happened? if he was stronger...and not some pathetic weakling you wouldn't have fallen...The one you loved is gone... and he took away your innocence with him"

"I-I...I know he is...gone...I know..."

"You see, it feels good to be honest. He left us all alone...This is his fault...if he was here then..."

"I know! I know! I said I know!"

"so forget him..."

"I ca-ca-cant...Thorj...en..."

"Dont cry my dear... it will be hard but let me help you be free... let me take control...Don't you remember what it felt like...That indescribable pleasure we felt once we reached the pinnacle of our lust ? Those crashing waves the fullness of his cock and then suddenly...NYAAAAAAA! WE ALLOWED OUR PLEASURES TO EXPLODE!!!"

"Wh-wh-wh-what are y-you saying..."

"Fufufu my dear! accept me...let's be free together...I can make you forget...I will make you stronger-stronger than you would've ever been...just...let...go."

Threyja felt her old wounds hurting again, the worst kind of pain she had ever felt in her entire life, the wound she carried since the day Thorjen had died. Nothing mattered in truth, she even felt her martial heart was broken beyond repair these days. She only found solace in truth when she was getting stronger, following his teachings he taught to her at such a young age

"This is wrong...I cant...I cant betray his memory." She clenched her fist and said

"HAHAHA you silly little girl. You'll only make this more fun for me...Ok I will watch...but you cannot run from this fufufu...but good luck...hahaha-you'll be needing it. My Dear"

%Threyja's lewd realm unlocked. % (♋ ) Look out for this sign during the story for an Extra Quest (Chapter)

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Threyja awoke to the familiar scene of her dorm room ceiling. The air was cool and quiet.

She gently lifted her torso away from her bed, she estimated it should be around midday by now judging by the placement of the outdoor light filtering into her room . So she slowly rose upright. Her body was covered in sweat, from the previous night. Her mind was still slightly foggy but she was relieved, she touched her bosom, for now those urges had subsided. From her window perched just to the side of her bed, she heard sounds of voices and the rough clangs of firm wood striking wood.

'Ah...I'm late...m-master is probably waiting for me.'

Threyja took a bath, got herself cleaned and dressed before heading out of her dorm. She was planning to meet with the Company head today, so she would be heading towards the great Starlight Cathedral. Which stood as one of the tallest buildings within the entire citadel, only losing in height to the Royal Castle itself.

Along the way she passed by numerous young girls dressed in similar styled armour as one another. She understood that most of the girls here were either squires in training or ranked Knights who were part of the silver winged Valkyrie company. Whilst Threyja walked through the allocated estate for the company. She couldn't help admiring the scenery whilst she reminisced on the valuable time spent honing her skills under the tutelage of the many esteemed Knights here.

The Silver winged Valkyries were the only company within the citadel who only took on women. This was one of the main reasons Threyja chose to join them after she had become a Bronze ranked knight and was knighted by the queen. At first she thought being a cultivator and an Elf might isolate her from the others. But much to her surprise cultivators were rather revered and respected on the mainland. Especially amongst knights.

'So much had happened... I can't imagine what life would've been like without them.'

She had made what felt like life long friends from this company. Of course there were one or two people she didn't get along with, but naturally Threyja found herself rather liked by the girls of the company. Being an Elf wasn't any excuse to not work just as hard as everyone else, and she was even seen favorable in the eyes of the company head. Lianna The Timber. A high ranked Gold Knight.

Threyja soon arrived at the ascending steps leading into the arched shaped doorway. She took a few moments to bask in the great splendor that was the craftmanship of the dark stoned and golden roofed building. She was told the cathedral was one of the oldest buildings across the Lucien Kingdom, a great wonder and a special ode to the dwarves who built the entire city long ago. Threyja placed her gloved hand against her chest. She closed her eyes and gently focused her breathing. She took a few moments to gather her mind.

'Ok...i'm ready.' She thought to herself before she steadily climbed the familiar stairwell.

Inside The hall was bustling with life. Threyja could see many ranked knights conversing in pockets across the hall, whilst some were drinking wine and picking pieces of chicken off the wooden bowls lined against the long tables. Others rather sat in the corner of the hall, polishing their steel swords with measured precision. There was a group of girls gathered by the entrance. One in particular was a round faced girl with soft braided blonde hair. The moment her eyes met with Threyja. a bright smile creased against the blonde girls face.

"Threyyyyy- ara! where have you been girlie." The girl raced into Threyja's arms at once. She felt the shorter girls arms wrap themselves around her, before she gave her a playful squeeze, warmth flowed through her coiled arms and brought a calmness to Threyja's mind.

"Aha-Selia...H-how have you been."

"Me? Forget about me! H-how are you? Our leader said you were having trouble with your...cultivation? is everything alright Threyja?" selia asked her with deep concern written across her gaze.

Threyja felt her heart strings being pulled. She hated nothing more than having to lie to her friends. 'But how could I begin to explain to her what I've been going through.' She thought,

Elder Mo had already informed her that at this point not even she was familiar with whatever it was causing her cultivation so much distress. The last thing she wanted to do was make them worry about her even more. So other than the Company head, Threyja had kept most of what was going on to herself.

"It's-it's nothing! Just a minor bottleneck but I've been spending some time trying to understand the changes going on inside my body more. And I think I'm making progress" She wore the most picturesque smile she could make. Selia's gaze seemed to have softened, "En!" she nodded,

"then I'm glad to see you you're back. Oh-oh did you hear about all the fuss being made around the capital?"

"No but do tell?"

"Well, firstly I heard that there was a major incident involving the beast kin. Apparently someone broke into one of the princesses chambers and almost kidnapped her! But that's not the best part. On the same day there was a massive earthquake that hit half of their territory. bearing in mind they're still engaged in a civil war. Things have suddenly gone from steady to chaos in only a few days."

"Sigh...Which means the Lucien Kingdom will be getting involved in that mess?" Threyja knew somewhat about the relations between Lucien Kingdom, Rode Empire of the beast kin and the Mages from Shava hills off Moon valley coast. Tensions were brewing as of late due to petty squabbles between knights

"I'd imagine so. A few people are already expecting an envoy from the Rode Kingdom in the next week or so. Might be a good opportunity to explore the Rode Empire. I've always wanted to see how the beast kin's luscious gardens looked like. Hehe let's hope the clans head can win us some interesting Quest contracts." Selia went on about all the different news she had heard around the capital. Threyja was mostly quiet, smiling from time to time whilst she nodded and asked questions where necessary.

Although she did momentarily forget about her troubles. She was still unsure whether or not she felt happy enough to smile and talk about trivia matters right now.

Just up ahead she noticed the door which led into the private courts of their clan head was slightly left ajar.

"Selia-f-forgive me but I need to see the clan head real quickly. I wont be long ok?"

"Oh? That's perfectly fine Threy but you owe me a drink-don't forget now."

After saying her goodbyes Threyja walked towards the other end of the hall in haste . She climbed up the short stairwell and arrived at the face of the grey door, it had a sigil of a golden shield with wings etched against it.

Threyja delicately wrapped her knuckles over the fine wood. There was a brief pause before a slightly husky voice spoke from the other side.

"Come in." sounded from the other side.

Threyja opened the door where she was met by a cozy large room, filled with countless pieces of armour placed on shelves. Maps of different sizes and a few shelves with aged scrolls fitted inside. Threyja took a quick glance around the room before her eyes focused on the sole person present inside.

The lady was middle aged but still carried a full head of silver. She carried shrewd eyes which carefully sized one up. She was dressed in dark partial armour with leathers in a slightly revealing way to emphasize her lovely bust size.

Threyja smelt a particular scent wafting within the air. She noticed Lianna had cradled a small goblet beside her and had a few sheets of portioned maps presented in front of her.

Threyja took a few steps inside and bowed.

"Greeting Clan head. I have come upon your request." She spoke cordially.

"Oh it's you Threyja. Come in and take a seat my child" Her words flowed with a slight sense of warmness. Threyja always caught that about her but never asked why she treated her a little better than others.

Threyja took her seat and made sure she sat with a straightened back and with her palms folded against her lap. She never usually felt tension when she was around the company head. But for some reason, today she was feeling it more than usual.

Lianna finished stacking a few of the papers against her table to one side. Then she raised her eyes to meet Threyjas own, there was a clear look of worry masked behind her slightly shrewd gaze. Before she opened her mouth, she rubbed the side of her head whilst releasing a deep sigh.

"Threyja...I...I want you to understand something. I never wanted to be the Head of a guild, a company, hell, I even hated commanding a 5,000 man squad during the last war against the demons. To lead is a task which was **** upon me. I never, truly never... sought it out but only found myself seated upon this seat for the sake of those around me. And that means...sigh...making decisions which I believe need to be made for the betterment of this company."

Threyja felt a knot forming within her gut. She could tell by Lianna's refusal to look at her in the eyes for too long that something bad was coming.

"Threyja. Out of all the young hopefuls I have met. You are truly...one of the most hard working and talented . And that's not just because of you are a cultivator either, but the innate passion you have for growing stronger. It is a trait that strike the warlords of these worlds with fear....which is why...Saying this...really does pain me, dear child."

'N-n-n-o? is she...' Threyja felt her entire body trembling. She could feel it before the words were actually being said.

"I spoke to Elder Mo. She told me the severeness to your affliction to the point that if the enemy knows your weakness. Not only will your own life be in danger, but your party members as well. And that is why...I must terminate your affiliation with the Silver Winged Valkyrie's...I'm...I'm truly sorry Threyja."

"B-but...I...I...I can g-get better...I will overcome this. You don't need to wor-"

"Yes...I do need to worry...sigh. Have you heard of the tale about Lady Ansel? ...Lady Ansel was born a servant girl to a noble lord. A silver Knight, a popular fellow amongst the guilds and companies. But a terrible man to his family. He had two sons, and a wife. All who tormented little Ansel who was simply purchased to maid and tend to the chores. By 18 Ansel was **** by the older boys and regularly **** to spend her days tending to this not so noble knights needs...each night. The Lady of the manner watched, and would beat Ansel if she wasn't satisfied.

Ansel turned 20 and one day whilst she was going about her duties, buying food and things needed to maintain the keep of the manor. She stumbled upon an intriguing fellow. A gold rank knight who took a liking to her. They say the knight said Ansel reminded him of his departed sister. Long story short, she and this fellow struck a close knitted relationship. One which eventually forged into love. But Ansel acquired something far more important from her days alongside this man...swordsmanship. Age 22, Ansel brought a sword and went home one day. The lady was out so it was just the silver ranked knight and his sons, who at this point had earned names and titles themselves. She took it upon herself to rid herself free from the nightmares. From the pain of her past. For the sake of moving forward she carried a large sword back to the manor and felled the men of the place. Of course she fled soon after, and was lost across a multitude of places.

But Ansel never stopped swinging her sword. And amassed fame and fortune along her journey. Bringing peace to the widowers and the poor, whilst terror befell those who she deemed evil. This carried on for quite a while. Ansel was 25 when she was heard of again, but by this time she had a large band of fellows by her side. Enough to even raise the brow of the royals who put out the bounty for her head. Ansel returned to Lucien kingdom, of course to find the gold knight she had been **** to leave behind. Surprisingly he was still as she had left him, awaiting for her return.

The two were married and remained within this blissful love until one day Ansel awoke to a note beside her bed. A dire attempt to kill her had resulted in the gold knights capture. Ansel rushed out with all her arms to face the ones who dared to do this. And after countless slaughter she had found word of a nearby cave located on Shava territory. Ansel entered alone. And found someone she had never expected to see again. The old Lady of the manor with the gold knight bound in chains. Ansel found this strange since she was assured he was strong enough to overpower someone as weak as her, but what she didn't expect to discover was the mages who were also inside.

Ansel was still no push over of course. And so she was presented with an ultimatum take an oath of slavery and obedience...or watch her beloved die as well as her own life being forfeited. Ansel agreed, she gave herself up for the sake of saving the man she loved. But just as the seal was completed and Ansel felt the last pieces of her will being bound to the old lady. She saw a change in her lover. A sadistic smile which turned into a mocking grin. The collusion was confirmed once he rose up and embraced the old lady passionately.

After that, Lady Ansels band was disbanded. She spent her days tending to the manor. Whilst being **** to watch her lover and the lady, enjoying one another...until they grew old and died....Do you understand now Threyja...Why I cant afford to have you here with such a curse?

The bombshell landed and Threyja could've sworn she physically felt her heart turning colder. She bit her lower lip in a bid to hide away the tears. Lowering her head, she could only lightly nod in silence.

"T-th-thank you...for everything." She didn't even have the energy to dissuade the choice. This was a Gold Rank knight, who in her eyes was one of the most magnificent knights across the entire citadel. But even she had chosen to abandon her...just like all the other loves within her life.

Threyja left the Silver Winged Company. She didn't know how long she had been walking for. She turned from street onto street until she eventually met a barren alley. She placed her back against the wall. Lifted her gaze towards the peaceful azure sky, and cried as loudly as she had ever cried before.

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Time slowly passed on by. Threyja regained an outwardly calmer demeanor, she still felt empty and lost but something else had been brewing in her heart. The story of lady Ansel...that meeting with the lady in purple and the truth she refused to believe...

'It was him all along...Marco.'

Threyja walked aimlessly through the crowded bodies, she could already hear the shouting crowd from a few streets away. She knew she would find Marco here. She couldn't give a single care in the world concerning the day. The only thing she could think about was Marco and ****...but how could she pull this off. And what if it wasn't as she thought...A mixture of different memories flashed through her mind. That day she spent with Marco...all the times he had been there for her...But the bullying to Thorjen...but then it was simply two people who couldn't agree, Marco wasn't entirely in the wrong.

Threyja was beside herself once she realized what she was doing. 'Why am I d-defending him....he did this to me and I still can't hate him...whats wrong with me?'

Threyja's paced increased as she found her feet moving quickly against the ground. There was too much emotions for her to deal with right now, and subtly in the depths of her woes, she could feel those urges growing...moving with the tide of those lewd memories. In truth she still wasn't sure what she was going to say once she met Marco. But she had to see him...she had to see which face he showed her once she confronted him...'Could I...k-kill' her mind shuddered at the mention of such a thing, it felt like all the forces within her body was rejecting the idea of hurting him. Such a thing was completely out of her understanding, why couldn't she hate him...why was there something making her think about it...to remember that time...to yearn for it...

"Huh...Threyja? " She heard that familiar voice.

Threyja almost jumped once she heard his voice, her heart started beating so rapidly she could feel an intense heat coursing through her body.

She had only just now realized she had ended up here without her even noticing. And where was here? She was standing in one of the halls curved around the arena.

Marco was wearing a silk robe to hide his torso. Sweat lathered against his olive skin, his hair was tied up giving him a regal and imposing look.

Threyja felt her nipples hardening almost like magic, she also felt a trace of moisture gathering between her legs. And it was at that moment, staring at this godly looking fellow. Did Threyja finally understand what the lady in purple had said.

She had already fallen. And it was too late to turn back.

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Threyja could honestly say she only truly loved one person. Thorjen. And until the day she died, she was confident he would forever be within her heart. His **** broke beyond ways she was only knowing understanding. And one of those truths about her, was the newly found lustful spirit dwelling within. The need for her to escape...to leave all the worries behind...all of it...this Elf would help it all go away...

Marco and her bundled into the small room. Their mouths locked together into a steamy embrace. They couldn't stop kissing whilst their tongues wrapped against the other, almost as though they were trying to consume each other. The noises of smacking and sucking filled the storage closest. Threyja could smell the lewd scent of their saliva's mixing together, and she couldn't deny it made her feel even more hotter.

"...Ahhhhh....Alhhhhhh...schluuuuuuup...,aaahhhhhhhl....schlaaaaaaap...aaaaalhhhhhhahhhh...*gulp*

Marco started to forcefully graze her nipples with one hand, then she felt his other hand moving down towards her buttocks, feeling his firm hand grabbing a flesh full of her ass.

"...Sluuuuuuuurp...Mhmm...Aahlllhaa...Mmmm..ah...mmuahhhh....schluuuup...A-ahh! Mnnnn-Chuu...Mnnn...Slurp...Chuu...Smooch." She could feel his tongue ravishing her more forcefully whilst his strong palms continued to grip, pull and massage her buttocks.

He moved his hand under her skirt and started to massage her bare ass and at the same time, one of his fingers slid down and played with her ass hole before tracing down towards the bottom of her pussy. Threyja slightly gasped but she didn't refute him away. The pleasure she was feeling left her in a daze she couldn't break free from.

'Why...why does this feel so good.'

Her entire body was melting beneath Marco's touch

"How is it Frey-Frey...Does it feel good?"

"M...mn..smooch...slurp...Y-yesh...sho...gwud...smooch...slurp....mhnn..."

Threyja could hardly contain herself any longer, her entire body was left floating in a sea of blissful pleasure. Marco continued to stir her arousal, every touch of him against her body was perfectly timed. He was awaking things within herself she had never felt in her entire life.

"That's enough...come here" Said Marco, he grabbed hold of her and flipped her around making Threyja slightly fall ahead and she was **** to place her two hand over a large wooden crate. In this position her ass was facing him, but she couldn't see what he was up too.

"M-marco...w-what are you...ahhhh <3"

Threyja felt a slimy tongue writhing climbing through her drenched walls. Marco was slurping and eating her insides with in a vigorous motion

"Ahhh...Nhg...Ahn...Mhnnn...w...wh-what...is....ah....mngh...ahhhhhhh"

*Slurppppp! Chu! Chu! Slurp! Squish! *

Marco continued to stir his tongue deep into her contracting slimy walls. Her moans grew louder as Threyja soon abandoned caring whether or not anyone could hear her cries. Her lower legs started to shiver, she could feel that familiar euphoric eruption closing in...quickly.

"M-nm-mar-mar-I'm...c-c-cum....I'm cumminggggggggggggggggggggggggg!"

As she reached her climax she sprayed a large amount of her juices out, wetting Marcos face in the process.

*SPLISHHHHHH! FWISH!"

Threyja felt her limbs suddenly go numb, all the strength within her had been sucked out of her body. **** to keel over the large crate. Her tongue was hanging out lewdly, and her eyes felt like they rolled back into her head. 'This feeling...so....so...go...good.' Nothing else mattered anymore at this moment, all her woes and troubles were being wiped away, with each passing wave of pleasure. She felt it within...the demon was enjoying this.

"Hmmm you taste...amazing Frey-Frey look how wet you've gotten. This should make the next process rather easier then."

"H-huh...What are you..." Threyja was suddenly jolted upright feeling a throbbing, pulsating cock pressed against her dripping wet pussy. She felt something large slowly being inserted into her, she braced herself and held onto the edges of the large crate. Marco slipped the thick gland into her sleek pussy with ease. Then he held her by her hips and gently guided his member inside of her.

"AHHH-M-MY PUSSY <3 YOU'RE DEEP INSIDE MY PUSSY <3"

Threyja felt the air briefly being knocked out of her, then she felt that fullness again. The one which made her feel so safe...and excited.

"Auhhhh...F-fuck I've missed this tight hole of yours Frey-Frey." Marco started to slowly move in and out. His slow rhythm stirred the deepest innards of Threyja's pussy. Each time his hips thrusted into her, a moan broke free without restraint. Soon enough her moans were being matched by the slick and sloshing sounds made from her gushing hole.

*SLISH! SHLUSH! SHLUSHHH SHLICC!*

*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLOP! PLOP!*

"AHHHH...YOU'RE DEEP...SO DEEP"

"ARGH YOU LOVE IT DONT YOU...TELL ME YOU LOVE MY COCK"

"I...I L-L...L-LU...VS...IT'S SO GOOOOD"

*SMACK! PLOP! PLOP!*

"GHH!...A...HA...HA...NGU!" Threyja could feel her legs buckling, Marco held her tightly and started to piston his cock into her hole without holding back

"nghu...aaaaaah!

"Fuck! it's coming...your clamping down s-so hard...cum...cumingggg"

"NGH, AHHH, YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! AHHHHHHHHHH! CUMMMIGGG!

*SPLURTTTTTTTTTT! SPLURTTTTTT" SPLISHHHHHH! SPLOSH!*

She felt Marco's warm liquid filling her entire womb in seconds. She had never felt so good in her entire life. Her breaths escaped in small intervals whilst she slowly tried to piece her sanity back together. Threyjas mind had melted into pleasure. So much so that her entire mind felt so empty and blank.