The penis slowly entered the narrow vagina. Caesar laughed excitedly, "Look, mine's fucking you! My big cock is about to shove it inside you! Hahahaha!"
Trinity frowned, clenching her vagina, trying her best to resist the penis's entry. However, it was in vain. He hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, grabbed her soft breasts with both hands, and thrust his waist forward, his enormous penis instantly breaking through her.
Although not completely wet, Caesar's penis was exceptionally hard. He could feel the penis entering the warm, moist vagina, the tender flesh pressing tightly against his penis, squeezing deeper with each thrust. As if sensing a tough membrane blocking the way, Caesar laughed, "Oh? I didn't expect you to still be a virgin! Looks like I'm your first man! My penis is about to enter inside you that no one has ever touched before~"
"Enjoy it!" With that, the penis, under the pressure of his weight, pierced her hymen.
"Ugh!" Trinity cried out in pain.
Before she could even recover, Caesars began his wanton thrusting. With each thrust of Caesars, Trinity's first blood oozed from her vulva, further exciting him and causing him to thrust even harder. Unlike Nymeria, Trinity was more fleshy; her breasts, while not as firm as Nymeria's, were larger and softer. Caesars grasped her breasts, kneading and flattening them.
"Looks like I'm the one who deflowered you. Your little hole should remember the shape of my cock!"
The Sand Serpent's waist was supple and incredibly flexible. Trinity's legs were pulled up and pressed to either side of her head, exposing her full, tender virgin vulva. Caesars thrust his cock deep inside, pressing himself against her and holding her tightly. Using gravity from above, he fucked Trinity's body, forcefully thrusting into her cavity. Due to the body's instinctive self-protection, Trinity's vagina secreted a large amount of lubrication. The penis slid through the folds of flesh inside the vagina, and the folds massaged the penis with the stimulation of thrusting. Whether it was fast thrusting or slow thrusting, it was quite pleasurable and comfortable.
But this pleasure was built upon Trinity's pain; the mental and physical agony was intense, causing her to writhe uncontrollably.
Caesar also writhed with pleasure, like a wild beast, licking Trinity's beautiful face and neck, inhaling the fragrance of her blonde hair, his lower body thrusting incessantly.
"Mmm...not bad, not bad...I came!"
His rough hands caressed Trinity's sexy lower abdomen, he held her tightly, her smooth thighs hoisted over his shoulders, his large penis thrusting deep into her cavity until he ejaculated.
At this moment, the effects of the flaxseed drug hadn't worn off; her tender white body lay limp on the bed, her private parts a mess, covered in a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid. Caesar withdrew his penis from Trinity's body and pushed her down onto Nymeria, their voluptuous bodies pressed together.
Both women were Prince Oberon's illegitimate daughters, half-sisters, and thus quite different. Nymeria was taller, with fairer skin and black hair. Trinity, on the other hand, was more delicate and pretty, with tanned skin and blonde hair. Trinity
lay face-to-face on top of Nymeria, while Caesar pressed himself on top of both women, his hands holding them both. He thrust his penis into Trinity's wet opening, his lower abdomen slamming against Trinity's buttocks, while his penis moved in and out of Nymeria's vagina. After a while, he withdrew and thrust into Trinity.
His penis switched between the two women's bodies, finally ejaculating once more inside Trinity's vagina.
He had originally intended to sleep soundly with the two women, but both were still "snake beauties" not yet fully tamed. Caesars had no choice but to have them locked up again, then donned his coat and left the room.
For the next few days, Caesars deployed his troops while simultaneously subjecting the two women to further training. Dressed in pale yellow, semi-transparent Dornish traditional clothing, their beautiful buttocks raised, they were chained to a wooden frame, where Caesars could vent his desires after work each day.
Of course, this minor torture couldn't easily subdue the resilient sand snakes, but it was enough for Caesars.
Not long after, a great figure arrived at the gates of Ashburn Keep.
He was a tall, thin man, the years having etched wrinkles and thin eyebrows on his face. He had eyes as black as a snake in the eternal night, and a pointed nose and forehead. His black hair was glossy, with only a few silver strands, forming a widow's peak above his brow.
It was none other than "The Red Viper," Prince Oberyn Martell!
Of course, he didn't come alone; he was followed by a massive Dornish army.
"I know you! Caesars of Ravenhill! You shameless scoundrel who killed my nephew and niece and used their corpses to gain a title! I will kill you!" Below Ashburn Keep, the two armies faced off, and the prince roared at Caesars.
In truth, the Dornish soldiers could easily overwhelm Caesars's troops, but Prince Oberyn had deep feelings for his sister Elia. When King's Landing fell, Elia disappeared, and the bodies of his nephew and niece were wrapped in red cloth and used to gain a title by a commoner. He wanted Caesars to admit and repent for his crimes.
Part of the reason was the rumor that Caesars was exceptionally brave, and Prince Oberyn was very confident in his own martial skills, thus he wanted to test his strength against him.
Caesars neither explained nor refuted Prince Oberyn's accusations; he simply drew his one-handed sword and pointed it directly at Prince Oberyn.
Prince Oberyn, lance in hand, rode a mighty Dornish warhorse toward Caesars, who remained composed. Just as Oberyn's horse was about to close in, his lance already extended, a deafening crash resounded.
"Fus!!!"
The first syllable of "Unyielding Force" was uttered, and Prince Oberyn was thrown from his horse by the force of the impact. His horse neighed and collapsed. Caesars dismounted and approached Oberyn.
The Red Viper, true to his name, quickly rose and adjusted his stance after falling, but Caesars was already charging with his sword drawn. Oberyn couldn't dodge in time, parrying with his lance, but Caesars's blade deflected, grazing the shaft and aimed at Prince Oberyn's throat…