"Kneel," Julian ordered. She took a shaky step forward, her legs trembling as she lowered herself before him.
The tent floor was cold and hard against her knees, but she kept her gaze focused on the ground, refusing to meet his eyes.
He reached down and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His smile was one of pure dominance as he saw the fear and anger in her eyes.
With a swift motion, Julian removed the final piece of his fabric, revealing his hard, long cock. Her eyes widened in shock. The sight of it, thick and erect with lust, only served to amplify the disgust she felt.
But her surprise was quickly overridden by fear as she took in the sheer size of him—it was unlike anything she had ever seen before
"Use your breasts," Julian demanded, "Please me," he continued, his words a mix of command and sneer.
Raina's mother swallowed hard, a wave of disgust rising in her throat, but she knew there was no escape. With trembling hands, she reached out, her eyes never leaving the ground as she cupped her large breasts, pushing them together to form a soft, warm valley for Julian's cock to rest between.
Outside, the leader and his bandits could see shadows playing on the fabric of the tent, the faint outline of bodies moving together in a dance of dominance and submission.
Raina's eyes burned with a mix of anger and fear as he watched his mother's silhouette. Was this really happening? he asked himself.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides, but he couldn't pull his gaze away from the flickering shapes behind the fabric, each movement fueling his torment.
Beside him, his stepmother stood frozen, her gaze flicking toward him before she quickly looked away, her face flushed with a deep embarrassment. She knew what was happening inside as much as he did, but the shame of witnessing it was almost too much to bear
Inside the tent, Julian's voice grew rough and demanding, "Rub your nipples," he commanded.
With shaking hands, she reluctantly obeyed, her fingers trembling as they moved over her breast. The smooth skin of her nipple brushed against the tip of his cock, sending a shiver of discomfort down her spine.
She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the satisfaction in his gaze, but the feel of his cock rubbing against her nipple sent jolts of unwanted heat through her body.
Julian's grip tightened around his cock, and with a smirk of cruel satisfaction, he flicked the tip of it across her sensitive nipple.
"Mmmhh…" a soft gasp escaped her lips before she could swallow it. She immediately pressed her hand to her mouth, muffling the sound, but the damage was done.
Her chest tightened with both anger and shame, her eyes blazing with defiance as she glared up at him.
Julian smirked, his grip on her chin tightening. "More," he demanded.
She began to move her breasts up and down Julian's cock, her flesh jiggling slightly with each movement. She could feel his breath quicken, his hips moving in sync with her motions.
The tent was filled with the sound of skin against skin, a rhythmic pattern that sent a new wave of discomfort through her.
Outside the tent, the bandits stood in silence, their eyes fixed on the shadows flickering on the fabric walls. The heat of their own arousal rising as they watched, though they tried to conceal it.
They were wild men, after all, unrestrained by society's rules, with no respect for boundaries or shame. And all of them, knew the beauty of their leader's wife, had seen it before and fantasized about it in the dark.
But they had always kept their desires hidden, fearful of their leader, knowing they could not act on their urges without consequences.
Still, the whispers began to creep through the group. One man leaned closer to another, voice hushed but filled with awe.
"Look at her breasts," he murmured. "They're huge… really big. No wonder he keeps her close."
Another man nodded, his voice filled with desire. "Yeah, and the way she's working around him... I wish that was me."
The leader's ears rang with the whispers of his bandits. The words spoken about his wife pushed him to the brink of madness. His fury erupted as he flaring his aura.
Though he was only at the Sacred Realm, his strength far surpassed that of the common bandits who surrounded him. The ground beneath him seemed to tremble as he gripped his blade tightly.
Without a word, he lunged forward, the slash of his blade so deadly that the two bandits had no time to even raise their weapons in defense. In an instant, both men were cut down, their bodies crumpling to the ground as blood stained the ground.
The remaining bandits froze, their gazes wide with terror, knowing full well the cost of crossing their leader.
"Everyone, back to your tents!" His voice was a thunderous command, laced with fury that left no room for disobedience. "No one is allowed to leave. If I catch one of you outside, I will personally behead you."
One by one, the bandits scattered, their heads lowered in submission. Their earlier desires were now forgotten in the face of their leader's wrath.
The bandit leader, still trembling with the weight of his fury, turned to his son. "Go inside," he ordered, the command final.
Raina didn't argue, he nodded and retreated to his own tent.
Without another word, the bandit leader turned to his young wife and led her to their own tent, his shoulders slumped in defeat. His earlier rage seemed to fade, leaving only humiliation and helplessness.
Inside his tent, Raina obeyed his father's command, but the silence weighed heavily on him. After several minutes, curiosity gnawed at him, and with his heart racing, he peeked cautiously out of the tent. The camp was eerily quiet, the only sound the rustling of the wind.
Slowly, his body moved on its own accord until he found himself standing outside the very tent where his mother was.
He could see her silhouette even more clearly through the fabric than before, her figure on her knees, moving up and down the length of the man.
The sight of her submitting to the man who had taken her inside was enough to send a shock of horror through him, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.