NTR: Choice Based System

Then the man's other hand roamed her body, eliciting a shiver of fear and anticipation. She tried to break free, but his grip was too strong.

The man's voice, deep and soothing, whispered in her ear, "Relax, Dan Ya. I won't hurt you."

His breath fanned against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She recognized the voice and felt what Training Head was trying to do.

Dan Ya was already feeling weak and desirable, and with the Escort Guards glaring and surrounding her during the feast, she felt suffocated. That was why she came behind the tent to get some fresh air.

But now it seemed Training Head was watching her every move. He whispered, "Seems you're forgetting that it's your punishment to cook and serve food to the Escort Warriors until they're done with the feast, but you came here in the middle."

His tone turned serious. "Do you think my words are a joke?" Even as he said this, his hands were lingering on her breasts, kneading them.

Dan Ya moaned while controlling herself. "I... came for some fresh air. I'm feeling suffocated with so many Escort Warriors surrounding me." She held his hands and tried to remove them from her breasts.

In return, Training Head gave a hard squeeze, forcing Dan Ya to moan loudly.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHMMMMMMMM"

But before the voice could reach the Escort Guards, Training Head shut her mouth with his big hands.

Training Head smirked, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. "You should know better, Dan Ya. For not following the rule." He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "get ready for tomorrow because tomorrow you are going to get bigger punishment."

Dan Ya's heart pounded in her chest. She struggled against his grip, but it was futile. His strength was immense, and she was helpless in his grasp. She closed her eyes, "I can't do this anymore, it's hard to control".

The man's lips brushed against her neck, sending a shiver through her. She tried to suppress a gag reflex, but it was difficult. He nibbled on her skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses.

"Stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible. But he ignored her plea. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her skin. She felt violated, dirty.

Just when she thought she couldn't endure any more, she heard a commotion in the distance. A group of Escort Guards were approaching the tent. Training Head smiled, he didn't panic just released his grip on her, "don't be late."

"Just a moment, gentlemen," he said, his voice strained. "I'll be right with you."

Dan Ya, seizing the opportunity, fled from the other side, her heart pounding with fear and relief.

One of the Escort Guards spoke, "Sir, where is Madam? Isn't she going to join the feast?" he asked, as he recalled seeing Dan Ya heading this way before Training Head.

Training Head's voice, though calm, held a hint of desperation. He knew he had to act quickly to cover his tracks. "She's not feeling well," he lied, his eyes darting around. "You can take her food to her tent."

The Escort Guard, though suspicious, nodded. "Alright, sir. We'll do that." He turned to leave, but then paused. "Is she... is she okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Training Head forced a smile. "She'll be fine. Just a bit of a pain..."

He dismissed the Guard with a wave of his hand. He completed the sentence in a low voice, "The pain I have given and the pain I'll give her tomorrow." Explore new worlds at empire

Dan Ya fled the tent, her heart pounding in her chest. She ran through the camp, her breath ragged, her mind racing. She didn't dare look back, afraid that Training Head might be chasing her.

She felt heat between her legs but was afraid that if she stayed in the Training Head's arms any longer, she would succumb to her feelings.

Now, it was hard to resist, so she removed her lower garments and began pleasuring herself.

Her fingers, once hesitant, now moved with a newfound confidence. She traced the contours of her lower lips, each touch igniting a spark of pleasure.

The heat between her legs intensified, a warm, pulsating sensation that filled her with anticipation.

Her mind wandered back to her husband but soon it transformed into the Training Head, his sculpted features and the way his gaze seemed to pierce her soul. She closed her eyes, imagining his touch, his lips on her skin. The fantasy fuelled her desire, pushing her closer to the edge.

With a deep breath, she focused on her body, the rhythmic movements of her hand. The pleasure grew, a wave of sensation washing over her.

She moaned softly, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Her body tensed, her muscles contracting as she reached the peak of her pleasure.

The orgasm was intense, a release of tension and desire. She gasped, her body trembling. For a moment, she was lost in the sensation, floating on a cloud of euphoria.

When the afterglow faded, she lay back, her heart still pounding. But the desire wasn't extinguished; she craved more, a real touch.

Yet, the fear of betraying her husband held her back. Once again, she turned to self-pleasure, this time inserting two fingers into her lower lips.

The memory of the Training Head lingered, a bittersweet reminder of the desires that had led her to this moment.

As she was lost in the moment, pleasuring herself with her fingers, she was oblivious to the world around her. She didn't notice the Escort guard entering her tent with her meal. He froze in his tracks upon seeing her intimate act.

The guard felt his dragon growing big in his pants. He couldn't help but feel it even through his clothing, as he watched Dan Ya pleasure herself and moan.

The guard, his breath hitching, stood frozen, his eyes locked on Dan Ya's focused form. The sight, both intimate and forbidden, ignited a fire within him. His heart pounded in his chest, and a strange mix of lust and guilt washed over him. He knew he shouldn't be there, shouldn't be witnessing such a private moment. Yet, he couldn't tear his gaze away.

Dan Ya, lost in her pleasure, was oblivious to the intruder. Her moans filled the tent, each sound a siren song to the guard's desires. He yearned to reach out, to touch her, to feel her body beneath his hands. But he hesitated, torn between his lust and his duty.

The silence was broken by the soft clinking of dishes as the guard, finally regaining his composure, placed the food on a nearby table. The sound startled Dan Ya, and she quickly pulled her hand away, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"I... I apologize," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

The guard, still struggling to control his arousal, cleared his throat. "It's... it's alright," he managed to say, his voice rough. "I'll... I'll leave you to eat."

He turned to leave, but hesitated at the doorway. "You... you should be careful, madam," he said, his voice barely a whisper. With a final, lingering glance at the naked Dan Ya, her fingers still lingering between her wet lower lips, he turned and left the tent.

Dan Ya's mouth hung open in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. She wanted to say something, but no words came out.

As the guard was about to exit, she spoke, "Wait, don't leave."

The guard stopped and looked back. He was a young man, his eyes filled with youthful innocence, but right now, his heart was pounding loudly, and his face was flushed red.

He turned and cautiously approached Dan Ya. She didn't want to do this, but she couldn't shake the feeling of dissatisfaction from her self-pleasure. She made up her mind, "He's just an Escort Guard, young and innocent," she thought.

"Don't tell anyone about what you saw," she said in her usual commanding tone.

The guard nodded; his gaze averted from Dan Ya's naked body. He felt a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. Dan Ya spoke, "You can look, come here and help me, but not a word."

The guard remained frozen, overwhelmed by the situation. The woman he admired and had a crush on was inviting him closer, naked and vulnerable.

The guard, his heart pounding in his chest, slowly approached Dan Ya. He still couldn't believe what was happening. A moment ago, he was a mere observer, a silent witness to her private act. Now, he was being invited to participate.

As he drew closer, he could feel the heat radiating from her body. Her skin, smooth and flawless, glistened in the dim light of the tent.

He hesitated, unsure of what to do next. Dan Ya, sensing his hesitation, reached out and took his hand.

With a gentle tug, she pulled him closer. The guard's breath caught in his throat as he felt the warmth of her skin against his.

He looked into her eyes, and in that moment, he felt a surge of desire. He had dreamed of this moment, of being so close to her, but he never imagined it would happen like this.

Slowly, he began to follow her instructions, his movements hesitant at first. But as he grew more comfortable, his touch became more confident. He felt a strange sense of power, a power he had never experienced before. He was in control of her pleasure, and it was intoxicating.

Dan Ya's moans filled the tent, each sound a testament to his skill as he pleasured her with his tongue.