The Night the Northern Duke Falls
Clink—!
On the bedside table, the pendant embedded with a red gem vibrated faintly.
It wasn't just some trinket. It was an invitation to the master of the underground—and a microphone broadcasting the debauchery in this room.
"Haa… haa…."
Elina Veronica leaned back against the bed, gazing up at me with unfocused eyes. The regal dignity of the monarch who had just ordered a bloody purge was nowhere to be seen.
There was only a female drunk on the scent of a male, spreading her legs pathetically in courtship.
"Siegurd… hurry…."
She clutched at my pant leg, urging me on. Her hands trembled.
It wasn't just lust. It was the withdrawal symptoms from offloading the immense weight of the "North" that had crushed her.
And the threat of the central "Pantheon." The instinct to fill that void with me.
"You're in a hurry, Elina."
I chuckled and dropped my pants. My raging cock sprang free.
Elina's gaze traced every bulging vein on the monstrous thing.
"My name… call my name more…."
She rubbed her flushed face against my thigh.
"I'm no longer the ruler of the North. Without you… I'm just a doll that can't even breathe."
Self-deprecating words. But laced with a strange relief.
No more suspicion. No more trembling at the threats of old men.
Siegurd would handle it all. She just had to spread her legs and take it.
She had abandoned "thinking" and chosen "feeling."
"Then I'll treat you like the doll you are."
I grabbed her hips and yanked her toward me in one motion. Her already sopping slit brushed my cockhead.
Squelch—!
"Hngh!"
I hadn't even entered, but just the tip touching her made her hips buck. So much nectar poured out that her inner thighs glistened.
"You're ready."
I thrust my hips up mercilessly.
Splurt—!
"Kyaaaah—!"
A scream laced with a lewd cry. The thick, massive intruder forced its way into her tight channel.
Every wrinkle in her vaginal walls stretched flat, clenching tight around my cock.
"Haa, heuk, ungh…!"
Elina threw her head back, eyes rolling. A thrilling mix of pain and pleasure.
The emptiness in her belly from anxiety now filled with heavy fullness.
"Feels good?"
With it buried to the hilt, I ground my hips in slow circles.
Squelch… squelch… squiiish—! Sticky, obscene sounds leaked from between her walls and my shaft. Like trudging through a swamp.
"Unh! Yes! So full! Filled… with Siegurd!"
She wrapped her arms around my back, hugging tight. As if she wouldn't let go.
As if she'd never lose this warmth again.
"Fuu… what a tight grip."
I whispered in her ear and began full pistoning.
Slap! Slap! Smack—!
"Ahn! Ang! Haaang!"
The impacts of flesh on flesh echoed through the room. Her ample breasts jiggled with my rhythm.
I crushed one in my hand.
Squish—!
White flesh overflowed between my fingers. Rubbing her rock-hard nipple with my thumb made her inner walls contract in response.
"Heeek! There, not there…!"
"What's wrong? When it feels this good."
I deliberately nudged her cervix.
"Huaaang! It's hitting! So deep! Too deep!"
Her toes curled as she shuddered. The iron woman who guarded the North, drooling from a single cock.
This conquest. This thrill.
'Can you hear that, young master Pantheon?'
I glanced at the pendant on the table. Down in the dungeon, he was probably shedding bloody tears listening to this.
"Scream louder. So every rat in this castle knows who your master is."
I ramped up the speed.
Paang—! Paang—! Pang! Pang!
"Aaaang! Siegurd! Am I doing good? Am I?"
She panted like a dog begging for praise. Desperate to know if she was taking it well. Pleasing me. Terrified of abandonment. Of being left alone in that cold solitude again if I left.
"Of course. Such a slutty, perfect bitch."
I spread her legs wide, draping them over my shoulders. Her M-shaped opening exposed our coupling rawly.
Her swollen, red entrance gulped and spat my cock greedily. White-foamed nectar dripped, soaking the sheets.
"Look. How your hole's stretched like a used rag."
"Ah… aaa…."
She looked down at our junction with glazed eyes. Shame? No, relief in her gaze.
Relief that she was so defiled she could never go anywhere else. Proof of total submission to me.
Confirming it with her own blue eyes only aroused her more.
"More… fuck me harder… break me…."
"If that's what you want."
I gripped her hips tight and shook like a beast.
Squiiiish! Squiiiish! Splort—!
Flesh smacked wetly. My optimally shaped cock churned her insides.
Her pussy reacted like a living thing, desperate to suck up my essence.
"C-coming! Gonna cum! My brain's melting!"
Elina whipped her head side to side. Saliva flew.
"Who does it belong to? This pussy—who's it for?"
I held back my own climax, demanding confirmation.
So the guy underground could hear crystal clear.
"Yours! Siegurd's! Ungh, uwaaang!"
"And that Pantheon bastard locked below, who came idolizing you?"
"Don't know him! Don't need him! Kill him! Uwaaaang!"
In her peak ecstasy, she utterly rejected her fellow outcast admirer.
Perfect.
"Good girl, Elina!"
I ground my tip against her cervix and unleashed.
Spuuuurt—! Splurt, spuuuurt—!
Hot semen erupted like a volcano into her womb. Pumping every drop without waste.
"Oooohk…! Oh god…!"
She rolled her eyes back, convulsing. Her womb gulped it down, pulsing sensations traveling up my shaft.
So much it almost seemed her belly swelled.
"Haa… haa…."
Even after, I didn't pull out. I savored the fullness inside her, burying my face in her sweat-slick breasts.
"So warm…."
She murmured dreamily. Her semen-filled belly warm.
As if it was her lifeline.
* * *
Meanwhile, at the same time. The underground dungeon.
"Uwaaaaaah—!!"
Leonhart clutched his head, rolling on the floor. His arms bound in chains, but he bashed his head against the wall like a madman to forget the pain.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Blood streamed from his forehead, blurring his vision, but he couldn't block his ears.
[Scream louder. So every rat in this castle knows who your master is.]
[Unh! Siegurd! I love you! Only you! Aaaang!]
From the ceiling, walls, floor. The entire dungeon amplified like speakers with that vile noise.
"Lies… this is a hallucination…!"
The Northern Grand Duke he idolized. The iron lady who defended the North on her own power, overcoming the scorn of nobles as a bastard.
His kindred spirit, the one he believed would understand his pain. Now mad with cock, bellowing beastly moans.
Clinging to the scheming bastard who framed him and threw him here.
[Don't know him! Don't need him! Kill him! Uwaaaang!]
The killing blow. A murder order from his idol's lips.
True feelings screamed in orgasmic bliss.
"Ughk, urk…."
Leonhart retched. Stomach acid rose.
His pure admiration defiled. The justice and hope he believed in shattered by that man's crotch play.
Despair gnawed his soul. But what drove him madder was something else.
"……!"
His lower body. Beneath his torn pants, something swelled grotesquely.
An erection. Listening to his idol get fucked by another man.
Hearing her fallen voice demanding his death.
His body was aroused.
"N-no… insane… why me…!"
He stared in horror at his cock. His mind screamed in agony and disgust, but his body reacted honestly.
The depravity of the situation. The primal thrill of watching the noble fall into corruption.
It awakened the innocent boy's instincts.
[Oooohk…! Oh god…!]
Her final creampie spasms and eye-rolling cry hit. Leonhart's body twitched.
"Kuhk…!"
Drip…
Pre-cum leaked from his tip. Climax built.
Without a touch. Just from listening.
"No! Stop! You filthy body!"
He clenched his thighs desperately. Refusing to accept his reaction.
But physiology ignored his will.
"Grand Duke… Lady Elina…!"
He called her name, imagining her face under that bastard.
How sluttily she spread her legs.
"Huuuk!"
Splurt—! Spuuurt—!
He came. White ropes splattered the floor.
Miserable. Jerking off to his enemy's sex—the one who ruined him.
"Aaaaaah—!!"
He howled like a beast. Face a mess of tears, snot, drool.
He knelt in his filthy semen puddle, sobbing. Pride, hope, last scraps of dignity—shattered.
He became a pervert reveling in his idol's fall. A loser.
In the dungeon's darkness, the pendant glowed red.
As if mocking his despair.
[Haa… so warm… I love you, Siegurd.]
Elina's languid afterglow sealed it. Leonhart slammed his head to the floor.
If only he were deaf. If only he'd die now. But hell had just begun.
Siegurd would keep him alive. To hear, remember forever.
The fake's punishment on the true protagonist.