The Princess's Circumstances, Ending A-2: First Love
A man's desire invaded the goddess's body that until now had been granted to no one, and tore open Leticia's hymen.
Tears spilled from the corners of the princess's eyes at the pain of losing her virginity.
"Big brother… it hurts… it hurts…"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I got carried away without realizing it… You're just too beautiful—I couldn't hold back. Are you all right??"
"I don't know…"
Big Brother Richard kept still with his penis buried inside her, his face a mask of strained restraint. In truth it was the tormented look of a man who wanted nothing more than to drive in and pound away right that instant, and was barely holding himself back.
"There's blood leaking from her…"
"Ah… does it hurt a lot??"
That bastard…
With my body—the body of Princess Leticia of Astria… no, the body that would now become the crown princess of Britain—she had lost her virginity.
I could never return to being a pure virgin again.
Tears came at the thought that the pain of losing virginity, something a woman experiences only once in her life, had been stolen by a soldier from Latvia.
Yet separate from those feelings…
Hearing Leticia's moans, watching her trembling body and her tears, my own penis grew hard.
I found myself wishing I could push this stiffened thing into her the way Crown Prince Richard was doing.
Thinking thoughts I did not even understand, I began to stroke my penis.
She looked at Big Brother Richard's flushed, excited face and the agonized expression of a man holding his lust in check, and seemed to decide she would endure the pain.
"I-It's all right now."
When she nodded, Big Brother Richard began to move.
Every time his penis sank into Princess Leticia's depths she moaned as if in pain; then, at some point, those moans turned sweet with pleasure.
"Aaaahhh♥"
Sudden, honeyed ecstasy seemed to set the princess's body aflame. Sweat rose across her skin and her face flushed scarlet.
"H-hi, no—it feels too good, big brother… hi… hyaang♥"
Big Brother Richard's thrusts grew faster.
Love juices and fluids mixed together, and between her pussy and his penis the wet sounds began: thwack! thwack! thwack!
Listening to the sticky slap of flesh against flesh, my own penis swelled even harder, veins standing out along its length.
"Uungh… haa… haang"
In time with the crown prince's movements, Princess Leticia's heavy breasts bounced and swayed. While he took her, Big Brother Richard reached for those ample breasts as well, teasing them.
"I'm about to cum, Leticia."
"It's all right. We're husband and wife now, after all."
Big Brother Richard kept up his fierce pistoning. The sound of flesh colliding rang out; Princess Leticia's hips and thighs trembled. She shuddered as he drove deep.
Taking that as his cue, thick white liquid surged up the shaft of his penis. The semen that spilled spread through the depths of Leticia's vagina.
When Richard pulled free, the remaining seed streaked her dress and even her face.
They soon changed positions, settling into doggy style. Her body could barely hold itself up; the dress was already stripped away. Big Brother Richard seized her slender waist and rolled his hips.
"Huk… heuk… This position is so lewd… big brother…"
"Haha… This position… huk… I've wanted to do this with you so badly, Leticia…"
I stood frozen in place, gaze locked. Their pale legs, bare beneath the moonlight, stabbed at my eyes. Her moans swelled louder. His hips slammed into her so hard I feared she might collapse; her cries of ecstasy climbed higher. What a beautiful body…
Her trembling form. Watching their lovemaking, I felt the urge to finish. I stroked myself and spilled my semen.
In the hollow clarity after climax and the crushing sense that Big Brother Richard had been stolen from me, I could do nothing but sit there empty.
In the end they set out for Britain the next day, and I was left behind in Latvia.
After the day I witnessed that shocking scene, only rarely, yet still… I would masturbate while remembering what I had seen of them.
The silhouette of Big Brother Richard burning with desire had been so unexpected, so lewd. With the help of imagination their coupling repeated endlessly inside my head. In those fantasies I returned to being Princess Leticia and lost my virginity, or became Richard and conquered the most beautiful woman on the continent, over and over.
But… how futile it all was…
"Kite!"
Rosie, dressed in her maid's uniform, waved from a distance. I hurried toward her. For the first time in a long while I had been assigned as Rosie's escort.
"It's been a while."
"Y-Yeah."
"I heard you were promoted to private first class… So you're a formal member of the defense force now?"
"That's right."
As we talked I realized all over again how very cute Rosie was. Or perhaps it was simply that I myself, turning my gaze on her, had grown lewder from ejaculating every single day.
No… Rosie was this body—Kite's—first love. That was why I was stirred.
"Rosie, your outfit today is so cute and beautiful."
The neat black-and-white maid dress looked adorable on her.
"Ah… thank you……"
This time Rosie repeated the same soft words. The way she flushed bright red with embarrassment was cute too. I walked beside her, shoulder to shoulder. She was slim, her figure lovely, and she smelled sweet.
Suddenly I found myself fantasizing about doing all sorts of things to Rosie… and my crotch hardened.
While we were securing rooms at the inn, the fireworks began—a display celebrating the marriage of Crown Prince Richard of Britain and Leticia of Astria. Originally I should have been watching an even grander show of fireworks with the crown prince at the British imperial palace… but well. My chest felt tight.
Staring at those bursting lights, I felt only emptiness.
As we watched the flowers bloom side by side in the night sky, Rosie asked abruptly:
"Kite, what are you thinking so hard about?"
"Um…"
"Hey… even if something bad has happened, everything will be all right."
She spoke as though trying to comfort me.
"Once the fireworks are over, shall we have one last light beer at the tavern on the first floor?"
Saying that, Rosie took my hand. Fireworks erupted in succession, filling the night sky, and lit her smiling face.
We drank and talked of deeper things. Rosie confessed she had been interested in me—but that at some point I had stopped paying her any attention, and it had hurt.
I walked the tipsy Rosie back to her room. There she suddenly kissed me. Her plump lips covered mine again and again. Then she pressed her whole body against me. Rosie's soft form clung closer and closer. Soon the warmth and gentleness of her body reached me.
Just our bodies touching…
I don't want this kind of thing…
Yet little by little the thought rose that I wanted to do it with Rosie. That I wanted to go all the way with her, just like this.
There was no chance left of returning to my own body… and my will had already broken.
Now, rather… just like this…
Only then did I understand how terrifying a man's lust could be. When I had been a woman I possessed a certain measure of self-control. In a man's body, that control seemed utterly impossible.
My tongue tangled with Rosie's. I kissed her more fiercely still. Some man inside me pushed me to act bolder. I wanted to feel more of her—yes, every last inch of Rosie…
I pushed her down and kissed her harder, pressing so close that her breasts crushed soft against my chest. The warm, yielding feel of Rosie's body sank into mine. I lifted her onto the bed.
Rosie spread her own legs and began sliding the panties from her crotch. The urge to bury my precious thing inside her seized me, and I pushed it in at once. I felt my cock enveloped in heat. At last it sank all the way into Rosie. She and I were joined as one.
I thought I would go mad with how good it felt. Just as I prepared to move, Rosie noticed and began rocking her own hips, rolling them forward and back so that she stroked the length of me buried inside her. I wanted to feel even better.
"Haang"
Rosie's sweet voice reached me. Hearing it, my hips began to move in time with hers. Soon I no longer knew who was thrusting—me or her.
In my groin I felt the same cresting sensation I always did just before finishing when I masturbated. A moment later something poured into Rosie. Unconsciously I crushed her against me and clenched hard. Everything that left my cock I spilled into her. It was hot, and the way it flowed felt wonderful.
That was how I had my first sex as a man.
I was so happy…
Now… the thought came that I no longer cared what became of any chance of going back.