Chapter 408: Chapter 407- Celestia’s Dream

The clash of steel and the roar of the crowd faded into a dull, rhythmic thrumming in the back of her mind, the scent of sweat and crushed dirt filling the air as Celestia moved with the lethal grace of a predator.

Her silver-grey hair whipped behind her in a violent arc as she ducked under a heavy broadsword, the momentum of her movement making her heavy breasts bounce and strain against the tight fabric of her combat tunic, the sheer weight of them jiggling with every rapid evasion before she planted her heel and twisted her hips.

BANG!

Her foot connected squarely with the gladiator’s chest, sending the massive man flying backward across the arena dust, crashing hard into the stone wall before slumping down, completely unconscious.

“Haa… haa…” Celestia panted, her chest heaving heavily, the deep cleavage of her breasts slick with sweat, rising and falling in an intoxicating rhythm as she stood victorious over the fallen bodies of the three men she had systematically dismantled.

She wiped a streak of dirt from her cheek, a bright, prideful smile blooming across her flushed face as she turned her gaze toward the VIP stands, immediately breaking into a light jog, her thick thighs flexing and her generous tits bouncing delightfully with every step as she skimmed toward the private viewing area.

There, seated in high-backed ornate chairs, were two women whose features mirrored her own—her older sisters, the women she looked up to more than anyone else in the world.

“Did you see? Did you see me?!” Celestia called out, her voice bubbling with the rare, unshielded excitement of a younger sibling eager for validation, pointing a finger triumphantly toward the competition board where her name sat firmly at the top, having consecutively defeated three of the four enemies in record time. “I defeated those guys, one after another! They didn’t even stand a chance against my footwork!”

The two sisters offered drastically different reactions, their sheer presence commanding the space around them.

“Tch.” The sister seated on the left, her arms crossed tightly under her chest, merely clicked her tongue, her sharp eyes narrowing in a look of unimpressed disdain. “Your form was sloppy in the second bout. I could have done it in half the time that you did, and without getting my boots scuffed. You’re leaving your left flank completely open when you strike, Celestia.”

Celestia’s bright smile instantly faltered, her shoulders slumping as she stopped in her tracks, lowering her head down like a scolded puppy, her fingers nervously picking at the hem of her tunic. “Is… is big sister angry…?”

But before the harsh tension could settle, the sister seated on the right leaned forward, her face softening into a warm, profoundly maternal gesture that completely dissolved the coldness in the air.

She reached out, her gentle hand brushing against Celestia’s cheek before threading her fingers through the young woman’s sweat-dampened silver hair, ruffling it with deep affection.

“Forget about her complaints, she is just being her usual strict self,” the maternal sister said, her voice like honey, soothing the sting of the critique as she offered a proud smile. “I am here, right? I was watching every second of it. You did very, very good, Celestia. Your speed has improved remarkably.”

“Mmm…” Celestia hummed softly, leaning into the comforting touch of her older sister’s hand, her chest puffing out slightly as the pride swelled back into her heart, her lips curling into a soft, relieved smile.

It was perfect. A perfect memory, a perfect moment of familial warmth.

Until the air suddenly grew impossibly thick, the lighting in the arena shifting from bright afternoon sun to a sickly, suffocating crimson hue.

The maternal sister kept her hand on Celestia’s head, but her warm smile slowly warped, stretching into something unnatural, something deeply unsettling.

“By the way, Celestia…” Her sister’s voice dropped, echoing strangely in the sudden void of the arena, “I want you to sleep with my son.”

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Celestia’s heart skipped a violent beat, her eyes widening in sheer, unadulterated horror as the words registered in her brain, her body freezing up entirely as if she had been plunged into icy water.

“S-Sister… what… what are you saying…?” Celestia stammered, stepping back, her mind violently rejecting the absurd, vile proposition, the very idea of it making her stomach churn. “He is my nephew… I am his aunt… what do you mean sleep with—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the maternal sister suddenly stepped forward with unnatural speed and shoved her hard by the shoulders.

“Kyaaa!”

Celestia fell backward, but instead of hitting the solid stone of the viewing deck, she felt herself sinking into something impossibly soft, the surroundings violently shifting and melting away until she was trapped in absolute, suffocating darkness.

Suddenly, a heavy, calloused hand clamped down ruthlessly onto her left breast, squeezing the plump, sensitive flesh with bruising force, kneading the heavy weight of it right through the fabric of her dress.

“Nghhh…!” Celestia gasped, her back arching instinctively as the sudden, aggressive groping sent a jolt of unwanted electricity straight down to her core.

Another hand, massive and blisteringly hot, slid roughly up her thigh, bypassing her defenses entirely as it hooked under the fabric of her panties, the rough fingers pressing directly against her wet, swollen folds.

“Mmmf… nghhh! N-No… stop…!” Celestia whimpered, trying to thrash her legs, but an unbearable weight settled perfectly between her thighs, pinning her down completely as hot, practiced lips descended upon her neck, sucking hard against her pulse point.

“You are delicious, Aunt…” a deep, mocking voice whispered directly into her ear, the hot breath sending a violent shiver down her spine as the realization of who it was slammed into her mind.

Viktor.

“Aahnn~!” Celestia cried out, her voice cracking as his heavy fingers suddenly parted her slick lips and dug ruthlessly into her sensitive slit, rubbing her clitoris with a filthy, agonizingly perfect rhythm that made her hips buck upward against his hand involuntarily.

“Ahngh~~!!”

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