The Princess's Circumstances, Ending B-1: At Least My First Time
While standing watch on the castle tower, I saw a lavish Astrian carriage roll in through the gates.
And with it, the banners of the Britain Imperial Guard.
Richard—Crown Prince of Britain, Swordmaster, and vice-commander of the Guard—had come to escort the treasure of Astria who would soon become his consort: Leticia.
1) Slip through the secret passage and find the false Leticia.
2) Go to Adelia in the dungeon.
I slipped into the secret passage and caught a glimpse of a white silhouette beyond.
In that instant, my body went rigid.
What they were doing inside the room was obvious.
The tall, handsome man began to kiss the woman of devastating beauty. The kiss deepened, grew hungrier—tongues and lips colliding, pressing, tasting. Richard’s right hand worked at the fastenings of Leticia’s dress while his left found her right breast, sliding into the valley of her cleavage and closing around her soft flesh.
“Ah… brother… we haven’t even… held the wedding yet… how can we… here… aah…”
“Ah… ahh… brother…”
Despite her words, her moans only grew more wanton, more intoxicating.
1) Use the Orb of Control on Leticia.
2) Go to Adelia in the dungeon.
3) Keep watching them.
I could not stand by and watch.
Leticia was wearing the tiara recovered from the ruins long ago—which meant she was already marked as a target for the spell. I began to chant the magic I had seen once before.
The cursed artifact awakens.
Target locked. Body and mind exchange initiated.
The surge of mana through my hands grew wilder and wilder. Points of light flashed and pulsed as if on the verge of exploding. Then came the sudden sensation of floating, weightless—and my consciousness plunged into darkness.
I came to in a daze. And when my senses finally settled, I knew at once that everything had gone right.
A gorgeous dress of the finest silk, embroidered with lace. Soft fabric whispering against my skin with every breath. On my left hand, the diamond ring said to have been given when my brother proposed—the symbol of his love, at last resting on my finger.
I turned my face and found his eyes dark with a man’s desire. He wanted me. I felt his lips against mine—soft, warm—and a thrilling current raced through my body at his touch. The sweetness of his breath, the heat of him, filled me with a swelling sense of completeness. His hand curved around my back and drew me closer still.
Ah… I’m finally back in my own body.
Being loved by my brother feels so good. The hell of living as a soldier is over. From now on, there will only be happiness.
While he worked the fastenings of my dress free, the soft cloth brushed my bare skin. The diamond ring on my left hand caught the light and glittered, and happiness flooded me—the simple fact that I could share love like this with the man I adored.
And in the middle of that focus, the dress had come loose enough that my upper body was suddenly bare. I flinched. A moment later Richard’s large, warm hand closed gently over one breast, two long fingers finding the peak at its center. My nipple responded at once, tightening hard under his touch.
“Haa…”
In the mirror across the bed, the body reflected back at me was undeniably beautiful. The dress—what remained of it—was exquisite, worked with fine beadwork and delicate lace. Even running my fingers over the silk, feeling its softness against my skin, sent a shiver through me.
As the Crown Prince kept kissing me, a raw, primitive hunger rose. His hands overwhelmed me little by little, and I could feel myself growing wet. Then he opened his mouth wide and took one of my breasts fully into it—and began to suck as if possessed.
One breast being suckled, the other being kneaded—the dual assault left me dizzy. As if that weren’t enough, his tongue circled the nipple in slow, teasing strokes until I was aching for more, then pressed hard against the peak and drove me higher still.
“Hnn…”
Every sound I made drew a hot breath from the mouth still latched to my breast, and that heat only excited me further. He even nipped lightly at the swollen tip—just enough not to hurt—and I felt myself growing wetter still between my legs.
As if he knew exactly how soaked I already was, the hand that had been supporting my waist slid lower, peeled away my damp undergarments, and cupped my backside. Then it came forward again, fingers tracing lightly through the soft hair covering my sex.
I could barely think, yet none of these sensations—every one of them new—felt wrong. No. They were intoxicating.
His fingers dipped lower still, gently stroking the entrance of my sex, where my arousal was already running freely. The thought that the place I had once touched while thinking of him was now being explored by the real Richard sent a strange, thrilling rush through me—sharper, deeper than anything before. A louder moan tore free.
“Hyaah! Haang…”
His face buried itself against my chest.
“Aah…♥ Brother… it feels strange…”
He grew fixated on my nipples again. Under the play of his tongue, my body trembled with pleasure.
“Uwaang♥”
At the sound of my ragged breathing he grew more aroused still, working the other nipple with his fingers. My body shuddered in small, helpless spasms, and I could see my undergarments darkening with more wetness. The Richard suckling at my breast no longer wore his usual composed, intellectual look—he looked like a beast lost to lust.
“I can’t hold back… I want you so badly.”
When the relentless assault on my sticky, swollen nipples finally eased, he widened his attack—broad palms sweeping across the pale expanse of my skin. Every stroke made my body twitch. Then his fingers settled on my lower belly and drifted lower still, toward what waited beneath. My sex was endlessly wet, ready to receive him.
“Ah… brother… wait… go slowly…”
His thick fingers slipped inside my undergarments. Two of them stirred at the entrance of my sex, and pleasure jolted through me. Still he didn’t stop.
“Hnn… aah…” Lewd sounds filled the room.
I was feeling as a woman because of him—and it felt like every hard year of soldier’s life was being repaid in full. When his fingers stroked deliberately around my entrance, my reactions only grew more violent.
“Ahaang♥ Haaaaang♥♥♥”
My body convulsed hard. Fluid spilled from between my thighs. Without meaning to, I came in a short, sharp climax, breath tearing in and out of my lungs.
“Haa…♥ Haa♥ Huaah…♥”
He undressed as well. When his muscular chest and carved abdomen were bared, my heart hammered wildly. As he kissed me, I felt the weight of his body pressing mine down—and the hard length of his cock against me.
“Are you ready now?”
I gave a small nod.
He parted my thighs, stripped away the last of my undergarments, and brought his fully hard cock to my entrance.
“Then… I’m going in.”
“Mm… nnh… ah!!!”
That massive shaft forced its way inside. A pain sharper than anything I had ever known—hot, spreading through my whole body. I tried to relax, but the pain was fierce. I tried to focus on his hands, his lips, his touch instead—but it hurt so badly that tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.
In the mirror I saw it: a man’s desire invading the body of a princess who had never allowed anyone this far, breaking through her virginity. Tears of that first loss traced down from the corners of my eyes.
“Brother… it hurts… it hurts…”
“Oh—I’m sorry. I got too carried away. You’re so beautiful I couldn’t hold back. Are you all right?”
“I don’t know…”
He held still inside me, his face taut with restraint—the face of a man who wanted nothing more than to thrust and move, and was barely holding on.
“There’s blood… coming from inside…”
“Ah… does it hurt a lot?”
Looking at his flushed, straining face—arousal warring with concern—I made up my mind to endure it.
“I-it’s all right now.”
I nodded, and he began to move. At first he was slow, giving me time to adjust. With each thrust the pain eased a little more, until the fierce hurt of our first joining began to give way to a pleasure I had never known. I panted and clenched my teeth, fighting not to cry out from the pain—but as he kept moving inside me, the agony gradually faded and was replaced by something sweeter.
Every time his cock pushed into me I moaned as if it still hurt—until, at some point, the moans turned wet with pleasure.
“Aaaaah♥”
A sudden rush of sweet bliss set my whole body on fire. Sweat broke across my skin; my face burned red.
“H-hi, no—it feels too good, brother… hyaang♥”
His thrusts quickened. A wet, filthy sound—slick and sharp—rose from where his cock met my sex, fluids mixing and squelching. Hearing the slap of sticky flesh against flesh only made me want him more. My breasts bounced with every stroke. Even as he took me, he reached for them and kept stimulating me.
“I’m close… I’m going to come.”
“It’s all right. We’re husband and wife now.”
He drove into me harder. The sound of flesh meeting flesh rang through the room; my hips and thighs trembled. As he buried himself deep, he shuddered—and thick white seed pulsed up the shaft of his cock, flooding my insides. I felt the heat of his desire soaking into me.
When he pulled free, the remaining spend streaked my dress and even my face.
We shifted almost at once into a new position—from behind. Seeing myself in the mirror was both exciting and mortifying. Bent forward with my dress flipped up, my stockings, garter belt, and bare backside were fully exposed, the hem of the dress swaying with every movement of his. My full breasts swung heavily in time with his thrusts, and the sight made me blush.
When his hands closed around my hips and pulled me tighter against him, my heart raced. The first awkwardness was gone; I began to feel warmth spreading with every deep push of him inside me. I could feel the strength in his muscles as he drove in. When he whispered sweet things against my ear, his breath brushed my neck. I closed my eyes and moaned as he pushed deeper still.
The initial pain faded, and in its place came a happiness I had never known—the feeling of becoming one. His cock kept moving inside me; my whole body drew taut, and when I reached the peak I cried out. He didn’t stop—he only grew more frenzied—and after I shattered in a climax that poured from me like a waterfall, my consciousness slipped away.