Combat Maid Harem

[WARNING: This chapter contains R-18 scenes.]

[Notice: Exhibition and onahole.]

Lawrend touched her clitoris. She trembled all over, and he heard a faint moan from the other side.

Considering how Ella's legs were clamped up and also her hand covering her mouth, it was quite obvious that she moaned pretty loudly.

Indeed, she had.

Ella attracted the attention of a few passersby. They stopped walking and stared at her, startled. They saw her covering her crotch, blushing red, and moaning.

"Sister, are you okay?" one of the girls asked.

She was trying to be polite. They were all women, and they thought Ella was having her monthly period.

"Y-yea–ahh!"

Right when she was about to answer, Lawrend pinched her clitoris, making her moan loudly. That made the three women pause and take several steps back.

They were undoubtedly confused. They were women, and they knew what that sounded like. She moaned, and they were sure of it.

"I-is there something bothering you?" the other one asked.

Ella couldn't quite get a good look on their faces. These women were beautiful as they appeared to be from a local nobility, but that didn't matter. Ella was too embarrassed to speak to them.

"M-Master…" Ella whispered, trying to lower her voice as much as she could.

"Master? Is there a slave collar on you? Are you being punished?"

"N-no! Please–ah! Leave me… alone!" Ella spoke to them in between her moans.

The trio became creeped out and ran away. Ella felt glad, but this was just the beginning. Lawrend was not done yet.

Next, he inserted a finger.

"Ahhh! No!"

This time, Ella's moans attracted a heroic group of men. There were three of them, and they were led by a tall and muscled figure.

"Young miss, what happened?!"

They were ready to help, but unfortunately, their actions only embarrassed Ella further. She looked at them with teary eyes. She internally begged them to go away, but she was feeling too good to dare open her mouth.

"Ahhh… Ahh…"

Ella kept moaning. She avoided eye contact with the group, which riled them up, as they thought the perpetrator had done something harsh.

"You two, go and find whoever caused this!"

"Yes, sir!"

The two ran to the other end of the alleyway. The tall and muscled guy—Idiot A—stayed behind and tried to touch Ella.

"Are you–"

He was about to ask if she was okay when Ella whisked him away using her space magic. He disappeared, and who knew where he went? Even Ella, in her current state, didn't think of a destination to send him to.

"Mmghh… Ahhh… Master…"

Ella couldn't see Lawrend. That didn't stop her from imagining his finger entering her and playing with her insides.

Her sensitive folds and insides allowed her to accurately see what was inside of her. The way his finger moved stimulated the further release of her love juices. She moaned loudly, and many people stopped to watch her.

"No…"

They stared at her, but no one knew what to do.

"Are you okay, miss?" an old man asked.

"No…"

"No? Come on, let's help her!"

He tried to act as the hero, but that was a mistake.

"Ahhh!"

Lawrend pulled out his finger, and it made a pop sound.

Ella fell to the ground weakly. She turned to the group of men running to her and waved her left hand at them. They promptly vanished and reappeared behind the onlookers.

The sudden use of magic startled everyone. They stared at her with fear, and the group ran.

"Ahhh! Monster!"

"Witch!"

"S-she lured us!"

They were too scared to realize that the old man had appeared behind them.

Ella ignored them and held her crotch. She was an adult now, but like a child under Lawrend's fingers, she was totally powerless.

She realized then that it was a mistake to give Lawrend such power. She couldn't even teleport back to the bridal chamber now that her thoughts were a mess.

She tried to gather her mental faculties that were scattered by the pleasure and prepared to teleport back to the bridal chamber, given the reprieve she got with his finger out of her.

"Oh!?"

She felt it. The tip of his meat stuck to her flower, startling her and completely preventing her from stabilizing her mind.

On the other side, Lawrend was cackling silently. He was on the bed as he held the tube, or more appropriately called the 'onahole' in his hand. He pressed his cock right against her entrance.

"This is much better than all the fleshlights I have used…" Lawrend whispered to no one.

He slowly brought it down, and the pleasure made him straighten his body. Ella's tight pussy wrapped around his cock, and it gently invited him inside. He pushed it deeper and deeper, regardless of the loud moans he heard from the other side.

"Ahhh…. NghhhHHH! So–so big!"

Ella's strength was taken away from her. She fell to her side on the ground in a fetal position, revealing a small puddle under her dress.

She realized that, but she couldn't do anything as her body became limp now that Lawrend's meat was inserting itself inside of her. She tried to cancel the portal, but it was useless.

Lawrend was a god, and his cock, which was a part of his body, exuded control over the natural laws nearby. She was passively prevented from canceling her magic without Lawrend realizing it.

"E-ehhh!? Ahhh! No!!"

That was when Ella realized despair and powerlessness. She wanted this, and she thought she could chicken out anytime. She was so confident, but it was too late to regret it now.

Lawrend's meat reached the depths of her fleshly hole and kissed her cervix.

"Noo…!"

The pain, mixed with pleasure, drove Ella to a state of paralyzation. She became as limp as a cooked vegetable.

The two from earlier returned without finding the perpetrator who 'made Ella like this'.

"Where is the boss?"

"Crap! He must've been beaten!"

"Let's go!"

The two came to their own conclusions and left. They failed to realize that it was Ella's fault. Who could blame them?