The war between Valtorre and Orenze continued for more than two hundred years.
Yet now, the two countries did not use knives or guns, there was no killing or death. Instead, they were engaged in a tug-of-war and attack in a narrow, damp underground interrogation room.
Theodore abandoned his fiancée.
Meanwhile, Elrian intended to complete his humiliation of Valtorre with sadistic sex.
No one would consider Roy's feelings.
She was caught between two men; whenever she looked up, she could see the handsome face of her fiancé Theo, and if she so much as tried to close her legs, Elrian would smack her from behind.
"Don't move around if you don't want to crawl out and get fucked by the people outside."
Elrian had a melodious and elegant voice, but his words were vulgar and crude, unlike those of a proper imperial heir.
Roy clenched her teeth tightly.
Bathed in Theodore's gaze, she felt like a lamb to be slaughtered. She couldn't see Elrian's face, nor did she know that he was watching her privates intently, his beautiful dark golden eyes slightly narrowed, as if about to taste a delicious dish.
The prominent erection, its tip already oozing transparent liquid.
Elrian thrust senselessly a few times, smearing the sticky liquid on Roy's inner thighs. Feeling Roy's trembling, he resolutely grabbed her leg with one hand and positioned his erection with the other, aiming at the narrow entrance and slowly pushing in.
It hurt so much!
Even more painful than a knife handle being stabbed in!
Roy let out an uncontrollable sharp wail, and in the next moment, physiological tears filled her eyes. She could no longer see Theodore's face, clinging to her pitiful dignity, biting her lips tight, refusing to moan any further.
Elrian panted, his forehead veins bulging.
He had only inserted half of it, and it seemed impossible to go further. The woman was simply too tight, countless folds of soft flesh writhing inside, every moment exerting effort to push out, yet desperately trying to swallow it in. If not for his firm will, he'd nearly ejaculate right away.
But Theodore was watching.
That pitiable, useless man bound to the chair had been watching the copulation from the glass window.
Elrian couldn't admit defeat. He grinned challengingly at Theodore and thrust his hips downwards hard, breaking through Roy's tender flesh and reaching the deepest part.
The swollen scrotum directly pressed against the soft entrance.
"Ah…"
Elrian softly panted, finally able to seize Roy's waist with both hands, fiercely pumping in and out. The shaft, moving back and forth, was stained with traces of blood, this scene served as the finest boast.
"Roy. Miss Roy…"
He squinted his dark golden pupils, red lips spewing cruel words, "Touch it, now it's another man fucking you."
Roy lay on the ground without a sound, only the trembling of her shoulders signaling her consciousness.
Elrian bent down, untying the ropes on her wrists, pulling one hand to touch the erection moving at the entrance. The lifeless fingers barely touched his organ, then violently struggled to retract.
Elrian laughed.
He laughed while glancing back at Theodore.
Yet this prince who had become a prisoner maintained an expression of cold disdain, with brows slightly furrowed, seeming to disdain this unilateral atrocity.
Elrian's gaze grew increasingly gloomy.
In this position, he turned Roy completely around to face him.
The thick erection churned inside, provoking Roy to cry out in sorrow. Through her tearful blurred eyes, she finally saw the face of her assailant clearly.
A man handsome to excess.
Slightly curled golden hair covered his ear tips, his eyebrows were long and inclined, eyes slightly raised, lip color a striking crimson. He possessed beast-like dangerously bright golden eyes, now reflecting her scantily clad form.
Elrian, the Empire's lion.
Roy noticed he wore a ruby earring in his left ear. Diamond-shaped, with a tangled thorn-shaped outer contour.
Numerous unfamiliar images exploded in her mind, an immense flow of information surged. Thousands of words flowed past her vision, finally coalescing into a few short phrases.
[Elrian is the Crown Prince of Orenze Empire, the future strongest ruler on this Continent. He is vicious and cruel, once raped Miss Roy, fiancée of the First Prince of neighboring nation.]
[He never repented for his atrocities. Until later, when he met Vivian, deeply moved by the girl's pure and virtuous character, he decided to become her guardian deity.]
Roy absorbed this information, dumbfounded.
Her distraction was misinterpreted by Elrian as meaning something else.
"Mesmerized?" He laughed mockingly, thrusting his hips upward hard, organ pressed against her soft cervix.
"Do I look better than your fiancé?