Diako Translations

 The obsidian hall swallowed the sound of their boots. Four of them walked the black mirror floor, and the fifth—the Hero, blade drawn, jaw set—led them past the pillars carved with screaming faces. Torches burned green along the walls, and the air tasted of copper and old smoke. The Demon King sat on a throne of fused bone, one cheek propped on his fist, watching them come with the patience of something that had watched a thousand such processions. His horns swept back in twin crescents, black as the floor. His eyes were embers. The Hero raised his sword. "In the name of the Goddess, I—" "Let me save you the speech." The Demon King's voice rolled through the hall like distant thunder. He did not rise. "You've come to kill me. You've brought your priestess, your elf, your knight, your mage. And you believe that because you are the Hero, this will end differently than it always does." The Saintess stepped forward, her staff glowing white. "...

 The Princess's Blade The morning came green and gold through the canopy, and Jayson woke to the sound of water falling somewhere close. He dressed in the clothes that had been laid out for him — soft leather breeches, a tunic of pale linen that fit him better than anything he owned — and found his way to a broad terrace that overlooked the city in the boughs. The Queen was waiting there, dressed in silver that caught the light. Beside her stood a woman who could only be her daughter — the same height, the same sharp bones, but her hair was a deep auburn and her eyes were green as a forest in summer. She wore a knight's leathers, and a sword hung at her hip. She was not looking at him with hunger. She was looking at him like he was a stain on the floor. "Jayson," the Queen said, "this is my eldest daughter, Lyra. Heir to the throne of Aeloria." Lyra did not offer her hand. She looked him up and down, and her lip curled. "This is what the old gods sent u...

 The Queen's Chamber The palace rose through the heart of the great tree, its halls carved from living wood that still breathed out the faint scent of sap and rain. Jayson followed the Queen through corridors lined with silver-framed tapestries, past doorways where elven women paused in their work to watch him pass. Their stares were not shy. They followed him the way water follows a slope, hungry and unhurried. Selene did not look back. Her back was straight, her stride unhurried, and the fall of her silver hair moved like water over the emerald of her robes. She stopped before a door of pale, polished wood and pressed her palm to it. The wood rippled, and the door swung inward. "Your chambers," she said. "Mine are through that arch, when you are ready." Jayson stepped inside. The room was larger than his entire apartment had been — a bed of carved branches and thick white furs, a window open to the green dusk of the canopy, a basin of water that steamed gently...

 The Summoning The light came first — a tearing, white-gold light that split the dark of Jayson's apartment like a wound. He had one second to register the smell of ozone and rain on stone, and then the floor was gone and there was nothing beneath his feet but falling. He hit moss. Soft, springy moss, and the breath went out of him in a grunt. He lay there a moment, staring up at a canopy of silver leaves so high above that the sky was only a rumor of blue between them. The air was thick and green and smelled of flowers he had no name for. "By the old gods," a voice said, hushed and reverent. "It worked." Jayson pushed himself up onto his elbows. He was in the center of a circle of standing stones, each one carved with symbols that seemed to shift when he looked directly at them. Ringing the stones were women. Dozens of them, all tall, all pale, all staring at him with a hunger and a wonder that made his skin prickle. The one in the center stepped forward. She w...

 * The setup this time is a chaste and timid married woman. I thoroughly enjoyed the rape roleplay with Hitomi-chan and Isogai-san. The two magical girls, having been humiliated by me, were exposing their obscene figures. Now then, what should I do next? In the adjacent room, Isogai-san’s older sister and Erika should be having their own fun. "I’m going to check on the room next door, so you two stay here and do lesbian play while waiting. You know what happens if you disobey, right?" "Yes. Since we are bought women, we will follow your instructions and wait for your return while engaging in lesbian sex." Isogai-san answered immediately with a truly delighted look. Although I’ve used処女 rape as a punishment, forced her to do irrumatio service at school, and made her commute with a vibrator inserted—generally tormenting her quite a bit—I do give her proper rewards too. By the way, the vibrator-inserted commute was Hitomi-chan’s idea. Hitomi-chan, who has strong masoch...

 (Question) Can You Get Pregnant Through the Asshole as an Anal Virgin? "No, Kazumi-chan, help me..." We are right in the middle of enjoying a netorare (cuckold) rape roleplay. To supplement the details: Isogai-san and Hitomi-chan are a lesbian couple, and I took advantage of the weakness of the Isogai family's debt to purchase both of their bodies. Hitomi-chan is being violated without knowing that she was sold off by her lover... that's the loosely structured setup. However, since Hitomi-chan has entered heat, she lacks a bit of the misery needed for the performance... though maybe this in itself is fine. "Kagawa-kun, please, at least use contraception. Feel free to creampie my pussy as much as you want..." "No way. Besides, why are you just standing beside us? Show some gratitude for me violating your lover, and at least lick my asshole." "...Yes. Thank you for raping Hitomi-chan... Nnn, slurpp, renoo..." Isogai-san obediently moves be...

"Please, I'll Be Raped Properly...❤️" (Contradiction) When I entered the room, Hitomi-chan trembled with a start and stared at me with a frightened expression. It wasn’t a look meant for her lover, but rather the gaze of someone completely on guard against an intruder. Wearing a pink-themed magical girl outfit, the way her lovely appearance was painted over with fear gave a real sense of criminality. "Eh... Kagawa-kun? Why... no, wait a second." "Sorry, Hitomi." She tried to cover her exposed breasts with her hands, but Isogai-san immediately restrained her, exposing them once again. Even though they're breasts I see every day, the situation of having them forcibly exposed to a guy's gaze really stimulated my crotch. "Those are big breasts." "No... why, why are you here, Kagawa-kun...!? Help me, Kazumi-chan...!" Having her breasts grabbed recklessly by me, Hitomi-chan called out to Isogai-san for help. But Isogai-san, dresse...