Rubia (3) ※NTR Description Warning※The ceaseless thrusting of the fleshy rod finally stopped.
With it still buried deep in my rear, the man lifted my legs with both arms.
The ground beneath my feet disappeared as my back pressed against his chest.
Then, he forcibly spread my legs apart to either side.
Completely suspended in his grasp, my crotch was fully exposed.
The direction it faced was where Rubyia lay.
"...Rene."
I heard her dazedly call my name.
Devastated. Overwhelmed by unbearable shame, I covered my face with both hands.
Rubyia was seeing my spread legs.
My glistening wet privates and the violated hole stuffed with his member were fully exposed.
...This humiliating sight—I never wanted her to see me like this.
"You know each other? Well, figures."
A dispassionate voice whispered in my ear.
Simultaneously, the paused pistoning resumed its up-down rhythm.
Sweat made the anal passage slicker, allowing even fiercer thrusts than before.
But my attention was drawn away from my lower half.
The hands covering my face also dropped limply.
An unbelievable scene unfolded before my eyes.
A soldier's member was forced into Rubyia's mouth.
The lips that once tenderly called my name were now defiled by sadistic lust.
Her waist was lifted as violence filled her mouth.
Another soldier held her down, forcibly spreading her legs.
Eventually, her delicate pink folds were exposed helplessly.
A grotesque, swollen thing pried apart her delicate flesh and pushed inside.
As if that wasn't enough, more filthy hands groped her.
Her emaciated frame—ribs visibly protruding—was mauled by gauntleted hands while her small breasts were squeezed violently.
My jewel, my flower.
My precious one was being defiled. Violated.
"Ru... Rubyia..."
Sensation returned to my lower half.
I slapped the man's thigh with my palm.
"Please... spare Rubyia."
This can't go on.
Rubyia could barely handle one—she'd never survive two.
Her fragile body would break any moment now.
"That blonde bitch? She's got value, I'll give her that."
Meanwhile, the man finished inside me.
A thick, viscous white flood filled my scorched passage.
After savoring the moment, he suddenly slammed me onto the ground.
"Ghk—!"
I collapsed weakly, skin scraping against the floor.
The impact forced semen to ooze from my violated hole, slowly trickling across my perineum.
"Maybe if you squeeze tighter next time, I'll consider it."
A heavy arm pressed down on my back.
Unable to resist his weight, my face smashed into the ground.
Still unsatisfied, his hardened shaft plunged back into my womanhood.
"Hah, good. You sure you're just some slum whore? Feels virgin-tight despite taking hundreds of cocks."
Leaving me to endure his erratic thrusts, I looked up to find Rubyia.
After servicing two men, she was being passed around like an object.
"Rubyia can't... take more... kegh—!"
"Shut up. Humans don't die that easy."
Hands from behind suddenly choked my throat.
No screams escaped the merciless grip.
Every muscle in my body reflexively convulsed.
"Yeah. Squeeze... harder."
The man's cruel grip only tightened uncontrollably.
Heat rushed to my head as breath gradually faded.
Vision darkened—death flickered at the edges.
A fleeting life review surfaced before being swallowed again.
Fortunately, it wasn't my time yet.
"Hah...! H-heh...!"
The choking hands released, dragging me back to reality.
Drool dripped from my slack tongue.
I nearly blacked out—maybe already leaked a little.
The sweat and fluids running down my thighs felt unnaturally warm.
But no reprimand came.
Had they planned this?
Disgusting bastards.
The slums' meager communal protections didn't exist here.
Even the barest pretense of morality was thoroughly trampled.
I looked up at Rubyia.
One glance confirmed her worsening state.
Eyes unfocused, drool dripping—she looked completely broken.
The soldiers kept using her holes without care.
Any more would be genuinely dangerous.
Even I could barely move—how much worse for her fragile body?
I clenched my teeth against welling tears.
Bracing against the floor, I rocked my hips.
Tightening internally in sync with his thrusts—to the limit.
First, satisfy this man.
Then redirect all assaults meant for Rubyia onto myself.
Both holes, mouth, hands, breasts, armpits, thighs, feet—everywhere.
If needed, I'd beg them to use my ears, nose, even navel.
My treasure, Rubyia.
I'd sacrifice every inch of myself to shield her from further violence.
"Gonna cum inside now."
My desperate clamping brought quick results.
I took every drop of his release.
Once his throbbing stopped, I immediately pulled free.
Now to reach Rubyia.
Staggering upright, I turned toward her—
"Where you going? Not done yet."
An arm yanked me back down.
A monstrous erection loomed before my face.
Disgusting.
Even after using both holes, his lust remained unsated.
I opened wide and swallowed him whole.
His slight softening suggested this might truly be the last.
Grabbing his thighs, I sucked violently.
Schlurp—! Slick—! Gluck—!
I didn't care how degraded I looked.
My nose flared obscenely as I worked my mouth.
I even rubbed his balls against my chin.
Taking him root-deep, I ground my face into his pubic hair.
Finally, I felt him twitch.
I swallowed every spurt down my throat.
Leaving him in post-orgasmic bliss, I scrambled toward Rubyia.
She lay on the floor, still being used.
Her unfocused eyes suggested she'd already lost consciousness.
Kneeling beside her, I gently closed her eyes and mouth.
At least I made it back in time.
While examining her further, approaching footsteps made me turn.
A soldier who'd been masturbating nearby eyed me hesitantly.
Lower-ranked—waiting his turn, perhaps.
His desires were obvious, and I had no right to refuse.
I presented my already-filthy rear to him.
He immediately plunged inside without hesitation.
Even seeing these cum-filled holes, his lust still stirred.
Enduring the assault from behind, I cautiously touched another soldier's shoulder.
The one currently thrusting into unconscious Rubyia.
When he looked, I rolled my eyes back and stuck out my tongue.
Then panted like a bitch in heat.
"The hell? This slut's gone feral?"
I didn't know what a "lewd face" was—never tried making one intentionally.
But it worked.
He pulled out of Rubyia and shoved it into my mouth.
"Ghk—! Glrk—!"
Hate to admit it, but my oral skills were near-perfected.
Living as a bottom-tier slum whore teaches you how to please men.
Just like with the Sergeant, I serviced him with grotesque enthusiasm.
Pride was a luxury I'd lost long ago.
Under a minute, I milked another load.
After sending him off satisfied, I checked Rubyia again.
Her complexion was deathly pale.
Naturally fair, but now unnaturally bloodless.
Probably from prolonged exposure to night air.
I pressed my chest against her stomach to share body heat.
Closer inspection revealed bruises everywhere.
Couldn't they see how fragile she was? Why go this far?
Rage, grief, and anguish welled up.
Eyes burning, I held back tears.
The soldiers remained—I had to protect her till the end.
Another orgasm approached.
The soldier behind me pulled out, immediately replaced by another.
It didn't matter.
Let them use these filthy holes however they wanted.
Something far more important demanded attention.
I examined Rubyia's exposed womanhood.
Red and swollen from overuse.
I bit my lip hard.
Reaching down, I inserted fingers into her.
Sticky semen overflowed—packed full.
Using two fingers, I scooped out as much as possible.
What seeped deeper was irrecoverable, but the rest had to go.
Rubyia couldn't get pregnant.
Her body would never survive childbirth.
After several rounds, something felt off.
Her insides were lukewarm.
Through our intimate play, I knew her well.
Rubyia's internal temperature always ran hot.
Lukewarm was impossible.
My trembling hand withdrew.
Dreadful thoughts I'd suppressed now overwhelmed me.
No. This can't be.
I placed a hand on her chest. No heartbeat.
Pressed my ear close. Nothing.
Brought my face to hers.
No breath.
Not even a whisper.
"...Rubyia?"
This can't be happening.
What was all that desperate survival for?
Only for her. Only Rubyia.
My light, my everything.
Rubyia—all the world's beauty molded into one.
The name I gave her that winter day had now lost its owner.
"Ah... Aaah...!"
The world went dark. Emotions tore through my chest. A scream with nowhere to go erupted.
If you'd leave so easily, why save me? We shared dreams, promised futures. You gave me hope. You were my only one.
I accused. Demanded explanations. But my angel no longer existed in this world.
Dark. Everything blurred into darkness.
My body sank into an inescapable abyss.
Worse than death.
This was my soul shattering.
"Don't touch her!"
A roar escaped me.
The startled soldier withdrew from Rubyia.
As if driving her to death wasn't enough.
As if venting their lust on me wasn't sufficient.
Another soldier lingering nearby reached for Rubyia again.
Unacceptable. I wouldn't allow it.
No more defilement.
"What's... what's wrong with this crazy bitch?"
I glared with bloodshot eyes.
Tears fell uncontrollably.
"Don't... touch Rubyia."
The warning came out like a snarl.
Blood seeped from my bitten lips.
I'd never made such a vicious face before.
But my demonic intensity immediately faltered.
"Quit the act and stay still."
My head was yanked back.
Hair pulled taut forced my gaze upward.
Scalding pain radiated across my scalp.
Like skin being ripped off.
"Just take the fucking quietly, whore."
Even as my mind fractured, my holes kept being used.
Still gripping my hair, his free hand groped my chest.
Squeezing brutally—like trying to milk nonexistent breasts.
I didn't care.
Rubyia's death, my frustration, sobs, despair, rage.
None of it mattered to them.
Only the two bouncing mounds and the wet hole between my legs.
That's all I was.
My last rational thread snapped as my hand reached behind my flank.
After brief fumbling, it found a handle.
The soldier violating me.
I yanked the knife from his belt in one motion.
Simultaneously kicking off the ground, I slashed at another soldier.
I'd warned them clearly.
Don't touch Rubyia again.
"Wha—? Fucking hell!"
But my murderous intent proved pathetic.
Didn't even scratch him. Just grazed shoulder and arm.
His chainmail prevented even that much.
"You insane bitch!"
A kick sent me sprawling.
I dropped the knife upon impact.
Tried rising—only to be kicked down again.
"Sergeant. This slut needs proper discipline."
"...Don't kill her."
I could take hits.
Focusing, I activated Lust's Equivalent Exchange—Recovery.
No glowing lights—just silent bodily restoration.
Charged another soldier recklessly.
He casually broke my arm and kneed my gut.
Staggering, I used Recovery again.
The internal trauma vanished instantly.
This time I swung at his head.
Arm broken again—a gauntleted backhand split my cheek.
Blood filled my mouth.
How many teeth was that?
Didn't matter.
Recovered. Charged. Got beaten again.
"Truly lost it. How many beatings till you quit?"
Recovery was useless.
The physical gap was insurmountable.
A naked woman's struggles meant less than a wasp's sting to them.
The injustice burned. Unbearable.
"Raaaaaagh!"
A scream of pure fury.
Shoulder-charged a soldier's chest—he didn't budge.
"Aw, wanted a hug that bad?"
Laughing, he moved to embrace me.
Seizing the opening, I ducked between his legs and rolled free.
"Hey! Grab her!"
Reached the table holding their lanterns.
No hesitation.
Grabbed two lanterns and smashed them to the ground.
"F-fire!"
Shattered glass spread oil and flames everywhere.
Chairs, tables, wooden walls—all caught fire rapidly.
Plenty of lanterns remained, but needed careful use.
First—block access to Rubyia. Second—fuel the flames near stacked furniture. Third—disrupt their encirclement.
Three more lanterns thrown strategically.
"Shit, that's hot!"
"This bitch is completely deranged!"
Holding the last lantern, I faced the now-drawing swords.
Some tried flanking through the flames, but the inferno held them back.
Tension peaked as the Sergeant stepped forward.
"Stand down. The fire will consume itself anyway."
Acrid smoke stung our eyes as sparks flew.
The oil-filled lanterns ensured intense burning.
This whole building would be ash soon.
"Tch. What a waste."
The Sergeant stared at me before clicking his tongue.
He turned toward the exit.
"Fall back."
"What about the crazy bitch?"
"Let her burn. Or you wanna catch that lantern?"
"N-no sir."
Even deflecting it with a sword wouldn't prevent oil splashes.
At minimum, their hair would ignite.
At worst—faces melted by burns.
Permanent, disfiguring scars.
"Can't be helped. Move out."
With reluctant glances, they followed him outside.
I kept the lantern raised, wary of their return.
Only I remained in the burning building.
The other prostitutes had fled when I started the fire.
My distraction bought their escape.
Too much time had passed for pursuit now.
At least they'd survive—small comfort.
CRASH—!
The flames grew fiercer, collapsing part of the ceiling.
Debris blocked the entrance completely.
No chance of the soldiers returning now.
"Rubyia...!"
Setting down the lantern, I rushed to her side.
Miraculously untouched by flames, she lay as before.
Kneeling, I gently caressed her cheek.
Her radiant smile flashed in my mind.
The voice that whispered happiness echoed in my ears.
My chest ruptured. Breathing itself was agony.
Leaning down, I kissed her parched lips.
No warmth remained.
Another ceiling collapse rumbled above.
Bracing on my arms, I covered her body with mine—a human shield.
Already dead, but I wouldn't let flames claim her.
Memorized her eternally sleeping face.
"I love you, Rubyia."
Fire rained down.
Wooden beams fell like judgment.
One struck my back brutally.
Crushing weight and throbbing pain.
Flames licked my skin as heat spread.
Smoke-filled lungs—vision blurring.
I didn't use Recovery.
Praying to join her, I closed my eyes.
Consciousness faded away.
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