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Upload Time ： March 26, 2025
Number of Images ： 3 images
Tags ： Fallen Princess、Long Series
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Queen Anna walked alone down the long corridor, the click of her heels against the marble floor echoing crisply. But beneath her upright posture lay unspeakable humiliation and pain.
She instinctively touched her chest, where the disgusting slime left by Karon's beastly behavior still lingered. Just an hour ago, for the future of the empire, to mobilize troops against the orcs, she had been forced to satisfy Karon's disgusting desires at the end of the corridor.
Rewind to before the council began:
"Your Majesty, I'm glad to see you unharmed." Karon's voice echoed in her ear, the false concern stinging her nerves like a sharp knife. She opened her eyes to see Karon standing before her, a repulsive smile on his face. He knew her secret, he knew her deepest shame and pain.
Karon slowly approached, his calculating eyes roaming over her as if admiring a broken toy. He brazenly reached out and caressed her chest once more, right there in the solemn council hall.
Anna's body instinctively shuddered, a fear and humiliation etched into her very bones. But she did not flinch. Instead, she pressed down on Karon's hand, puffed out her chest, and tried her best to maintain a calm facade.
"Karon," her voice was low and hoarse, "this is not the place for such things. Perhaps after the council..."
As she spoke these words, Anna's heart was filled with bitterness. She was not fighting to regain power, but for the empire, for the people. The orcs had to be destroyed, this was her only belief. And to achieve this goal, she had to endure Karon's humiliation, to submit to him.
She closed her eyes, painful memories flooding back, overwhelming her. Not just the humiliation in the clock tower, being captured by orcs, suffering inhuman torture and rape, her body being modified, the lustful mask, this unbearable physique...
She had no choice. Karon held her secrets, and her destiny. She knew that a deal with the devil would come at a heavy price. But she had no other way out, and could only accept this shameful fate.
She took a deep breath, trying to control her trembling body, and continued walking forward. At the end of the corridor was her palace, and another battlefield. There, she would lick her wounds alone, silently endure everything, and then don her armor again, to continue fighting for the future of the empire.
She instinctively touched her chest, where the disgusting slime left by Karon's beastly behavior still lingered. Just an hour ago, for the future of the empire, to mobilize troops against the orcs, she had been forced to satisfy Karon's disgusting desires at the end of the corridor.
Rewind to before the council began:
"Your Majesty, I'm glad to see you unharmed." Karon's voice echoed in her ear, the false concern stinging her nerves like a sharp knife. She opened her eyes to see Karon standing before her, a repulsive smile on his face. He knew her secret, he knew her deepest shame and pain.
Karon slowly approached, his calculating eyes roaming over her as if admiring a broken toy. He brazenly reached out and caressed her chest once more, right there in the solemn council hall.
Anna's body instinctively shuddered, a fear and humiliation etched into her very bones. But she did not flinch. Instead, she pressed down on Karon's hand, puffed out her chest, and tried her best to maintain a calm facade.
"Karon," her voice was low and hoarse, "this is not the place for such things. Perhaps after the council..."
As she spoke these words, Anna's heart was filled with bitterness. She was not fighting to regain power, but for the empire, for the people. The orcs had to be destroyed, this was her only belief. And to achieve this goal, she had to endure Karon's humiliation, to submit to him.
She closed her eyes, painful memories flooding back, overwhelming her. Not just the humiliation in the clock tower, being captured by orcs, suffering inhuman torture and rape, her body being modified, the lustful mask, this unbearable physique...
She had no choice. Karon held her secrets, and her destiny. She knew that a deal with the devil would come at a heavy price. But she had no other way out, and could only accept this shameful fate.
She took a deep breath, trying to control her trembling body, and continued walking forward. At the end of the corridor was her palace, and another battlefield. There, she would lick her wounds alone, silently endure everything, and then don her armor again, to continue fighting for the future of the empire.