Chapter 2 Look, Another Man Is Fucking You

The war between West Sea and Seragon lasted for more than two hundred years. 　　But now, the two countries were not using weapons or fighting to the death. They were only pulling and attacking each other in a narrow and damp underground interrogation room. 　　Lanchester gave up his fiancée. 　　And Marco wanted to insult West Sea by inflicting sadistic acts. 　　No one cared about Willette's feelings. 　　She was sandwiched between the two men. She can see Lanchester's handsome face when she looked up, and if she tried to close her legs, she would be slapped on the buttocks by Marco behind her. 　　"Don't move, or you'll be fucked by someone outside." 　　Marco spoke with a pleasant and elegant voice, but his vulgar and obscene language did not match his identity as the Empire's heir. 　　Willette gritted her teeth. 　　She was bathed in Lanchester's gaze and felt herself like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. 　　She couldn't see Marco's face and didn't know he was staring at her little hole with his beautiful dark golden eyes slightly squinted, as if he was about to taste a delicious dish. 　　The erect penis was already oozing transparent liquid. 　　Marco thrust his waist a few times, smearing the sticky fluid on the inside of Willette's thighs. 　　He felt Willette's trembling and decided to grip one of her legs and hold his penis with the other hand, slowly inserting it into her narrow and tight flower hole. 　　It hurt so much! 　　It was even more painful than the knife handle. 　　Willette couldn't help but let out a sharp cry of pain, and the tears flowed out of her eyes. 　　She could no longer see Lanchester's face, but with her poor dignity, she tightly bit her lip and refused to moan again. 　　Marco gasped, and veins bulged on his forehead. 　　He had only penetrated halfway, and he felt it was difficult to advance. 　　This woman was too tight. Countless soft folds were wriggling inside, trying to push him out, and at the same time, trying to swallow him up. 　　If he hadn't had strong willpower, he would have ejaculated directly. 　　But Lanchester was watching. 　　This poor useless man, who was locked in a chair, had been watching the mating outside the glass window. 　　Marco couldn't afford to lose. He grinned and showed a cruel and provocative smile to Lanchester. He thrust his waist fiercely, breaking through Willette's flesh and reaching the deepest part. 　　His swollen testicles were directly attached to the soft flower. 　　"Ha..." 　　Marco breathed lightly and finally could hold Willette's waist with both hands, repeatedly thrusting fiercely. 　　The stick that went in and out was stained with bits and pieces of blood, and this scene was the best show off. 　　"Willette, Miss. Willette..." 　　He squinted his dark golden pupils and his crimson lips spoke cruelly. "Touch yourself. Now, another man is fucking you." 　　Willette lay on the ground, silent except for the trembling of her shoulders that indicated she was still conscious. 　　Marco bent down and untied the rope from her wrist, then grabbed her hand and reached for the throbbing flesh stick between her legs. 　　Her weak fingers recoiled as soon as they touched his sex, struggling to pull back. 　　Marco laughed, glancing back at Lanchester. 　　However, the prince, now reduced to a prisoner, remained cold and impassive, his brow slightly furrowed in disdain for the one-sided violence. 　　As Marco's eyes gradually darkened, he spun Willette around to face himself. 　　His thick shaft ground once inside her body, causing her to scream in agony. Through teary eyes, she finally saw the face of her attacker. 　　A man too handsome for his own good. 　　His slightly curled blond hair covered his ears, his eyebrows arched, his eyes slightly raised, and his lips were a bright red. 　　He had a pair of beast-like, dangerous, and bright golden pupils that now reflected her naked figure. 　　Marco, the imperial lion. 　　Willette noticed that he had a ruby earring in his left ear. It was a diamond-shaped earring with thorns intertwined around the outer contour. 　　Countless strange images exploded in her mind, and a massive amount of information appeared in succession. 　　Thousands of words flowed past her eyes, finally condensed into a few brief sentences. 　　[Marco is the Crown Prince of the Seragon Empire, the strongest ruler of this continent in the future. He has a cruel and sadistic personality and once raped Miss. Willette, the fiancée of the First Prince of the neighboring country.] 　　[He never regretted his actions until he met Eve, a girl with pure and beautiful character, who deeply touched him. He decided to become her Guardian.] 　　Willette absorbed the information blankly. 　　Her distraction was mistaken by Marco as something else. 　　"Are you stunned?" He sneered, pushing himself up against her soft cervix with force. 　　"I'm better looking than your fiancé?"