The Noblewoman’s Service
Queen Regina III stared at the wine jar beneath the table, but she soon lost interest. "Hmph... When will you come, Sir Seru..." Lying sprawled on the bed, her hand caressed the space between her thighs.
"It is truly an honor to have you visit, Sir Seru. Cheers." The sound of clinking glasses rang out clearly. We were in a private annex of the Letemis estate—a windowless, secret room. Lady Marcella took a light sip of her drink and set the glass down.
"Is it to your liking?"
"Yes, it's fine."
It was quite a strong liquor. A short cough escaped me, and I wiped the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. "It seems like an expensive vintage."
Lady Marcella curled the corners of her lips. "Hehe... It’s not a drink just anyone can taste. It is a honey wine that our Letemis family has aged for a very long time."
"Honey wine?" I lifted the glass again to catch the scent. A sweet, fragrant aroma wafted up. It was luxurious. "The scent is smooth."
"It has a dignified charm, doesn't it?" Lady Marcella gazed at the bottle. "It is a drink infused with the soul of a master craftsman."
I tilted the glass again and let it slide down my throat. Certainly, it tasted good. The problem was just how potent it was. "This drink... it makes people honest," she said, setting her glass down. "It makes you spill things you wanted to hide... that's why I like this wine. It allows for heart-to-heart conversations."
"Isn't everyone like that when they're drunk?"
"With ordinary alcohol, there are people who can keep their wits about them no matter how much they drink. But our family's wine... that is impossible."
"......."
"It shows a person's true heart quite well."
I tilted my head slightly. "Then, is that why you gave this drink to me...?"
"Who knows." Lady Marcella crossed her legs. She rested her elbows on her knees, propped her chin in her hands, and looked at me. Her legs were truly ripe, matured to perfection. Whether it was because she was busy trying to find a new boyfriend after her husband's passing or simply because she took excellent care of herself, she was a damn sexy woman—even to someone like me, who was at least fifteen years her junior.
Her gaze slowly descended. My chest, my stomach, and then my trousers. Her sweeping gaze felt somewhat erotic. "I was just curious... about what kind of man Sir Seru really is." She lifted her glass. "Oh, don't worry. I'm drinking it too. Fair, isn't it?"
I cleared my throat. "I cannot speak about the selection process for the diva."
"A little bit... wouldn't that be alright?" She gently swirled the wine in her glass. "Watching the audition process, I realized just how fastidious you are, Sir Seru."
"I have to do my job properly."
"That is true. You are right." She took a light sip. "That is why I trust you even more."
I also lifted my glass and took a swallow. As soon as I set it down, Marcella opened her mouth. "My child... does she have a chance?"
I spoke honestly. Not because of the influence of the alcohol, but because of the influence of my cock, which had been half-erect since earlier. I could assert that the Letemis family's wine had no effect on me whatsoever. My cock was already dominating my brain.
"There is a possibility. However." I drew a firm line. "In her current state, it is difficult to entrust her with the hymn. Her emotions are still shallow. Since the hymn is a song offered to the Goddess, simply singing it beautifully is not enough."
As soon as I finished speaking, Marcella’s movements stopped. Only her eyes blinked, slowly. She quietly set down the glass she was holding. And then, her expression changed. Her face was quickly tinged with anxiety. "As a mother... I cannot help but be desperate. My entire family is pinning their hopes on this."
Her moist eyes turned toward me. "Sir Seru." She leaned in and naturally reached out. Her hand rested on my thigh. The warmth of her palm seeped through the fabric of my trousers. "Can you... not help us?"
As if pleading, her hand, touching my thigh, tightened. She lightly kneaded the flesh of my thigh, digging deeper and deeper toward the inside. It was blatant. She didn't even try to hide it. That stimulation traveled all the way to my cock, and my already half-swollen member twitched and became even harder.
'In times like these, when I'm so full of vigor... this kind of skinship is hard to resist.'
I swallowed my saliva. The muscles on the inside of my thighs tensed involuntarily, and that tension traveled all the way to the root of my cock.
"You only need to help us a little."
"My Lady... that is a bit..."
"Really, just a little is fine. I... I can do anything for my child."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Marcella slid off the sofa and knelt between my legs. The hem of her thin dress rippled and spread across the floor. From my angle looking down, the way she looked up at me as if clinging to me was incredibly obscene. Could it be... was she going to do that...? Surely not...?
"I beg you... only Sir Seru can save my daughter and me."
Her hands quickly pulled down my trousers. Because I was thin, the trousers slid down smoothly. When my cock, already as hard as an iron rod, popped out, Marcella's eyes widened. "Oh my." She seemed surprised to see it already so large. Then, she smiled mischievously. "You're fully prepared. Well, I can't disappoint you then."
"M-My Lady?"
Marcella grabbed my cock and shook it up and down. The thick shaft throbbed in her hand. I was startled and pulled my waist back. "No, what are you doing right now? Ugh... let go, My Lady. You shouldn't do this."
"Haa... you're as magnificent down here as you are in appearance. Thick... and hot... with the glans so swollen like this..."
"My Lady, you really shouldn't! What if someone sees...!"
"I have locked the door securely. Please, just relax." She fixed my thighs in place by pressing down hard with both her elbows. "Leave it to me."
Her lips parted. She slowly licked the glans with her tongue. Sticky saliva coated the head, and it felt cool. "Ugh...!" A dizzying thrill traveled up my spine. She was a woman I had secretly found arousing since we first met... but I never imagined something like this would actually happen.
'I can't get out of this.'
The candlelight flickered. The sound of her sucking began to echo through the room. Her head went up and down repeatedly. "Slurp, suck, sluuuuurp!"
She swallowed it down to her throat, then spat it out. She licked along the shaft with her tongue, then took the glans into her mouth again. Marcella sucked enthusiastically, like a starving woman. "Ugh... this is illegal..."
"Just... just give us a good evaluation. I don't ask for much."
Every time my cock entered her throat, my waist bucked on its own. It felt too good. 'Anyway... the Letemis daughter was the best. There wasn't anyone else worth picking...' So, since I was going to pick her anyway, I thought it wouldn't be so bad to get serviced by her mother before doing so.
At some point, I stopped asking her to stop. I just stayed still. With my head tilted back as far as it would go and my back resting comfortably against the sofa, I quietly received the fellatio from Marcella. Slippery pre-cum flowed from my cock incessantly. Even so, Marcella licked up even that fluid, sucking on my cock.
"Hehe, women will really love this. Seeing how your cock is so big and hard like a brick."
"Is that so? Is mine more excellent than other men's?"
"Hoho, it is magnificent beyond comparison."
Whether she meant it or not, praise is good. She took my cock into her mouth again. This time, she pushed it in deeper, all the way to the back of her throat. The tip of her nose almost touched my lower abdomen.
"Ugh...!"
Her throat tightened around my cock, contracting and relaxing repeatedly. The pressure was so strong that my waist bucked again and again. Marcella looked up at me with wide eyes and sucked even more fiercely. "Sluuuurp, sluuuuurp! Slurp!"
Obscene wet sounds echoed through the room one after another. Saliva and pre-cum mixed together, dripping down her chin and flowing between her voluptuous breasts. The front of her dress became wet and stained. Ah... it was too good. It felt so good I thought I would go crazy. Her fellatio was so fantastic that I wanted to pick this woman, Lady Marcella, as the diva for the Goddess's hymn instead of the Letemis daughter.
'It doesn't matter if she can't sing, you're so good at sucking cock, you do it.'
Such a brazen thought dominated my brain, and I reached my limit. In an instant, I ejaculated explosively deep into her throat. "Ugh!" I grabbed her hair and thrust my cock in even deeper. Hot semen struck the back of her throat directly. Gulp! Gulp, gulp! Marcella rolled her eyes back, breathing through her nose, and forced herself to swallow it all. I liked the way her Adam's apple moved repeatedly as she swallowed.
"Phew..."
Having finished ejaculating, I let out a long sigh and buried my back deep into the sofa. Wow, seriously... I felt so refreshed. Having a noblewoman suck my cock and ejaculating into her mouth was thrilling beyond measure. Far from feeling guilty, an even stronger pleasure washed over me.
"Hoho, you're still hard. Sluuuurp, lick, lick. Slurp."
Seeing her even perform a 'cleanup' fellatio, she clearly had significant experience. Is it natural for a married woman who has given birth? Anyway, my eyes turned red. Thanks to the Earth Yin-Yang Copulation Art, my cock was still as hard as iron, and despite having just ejaculated, there was almost no fatigue. Rather, even hotter blood surged downward. To hell with it. I jumped up, grabbed her shoulders, and pushed her onto the sofa. Marcella gasped in surprise. "S-Sir Seru...?"
Instead of answering, I roughly hiked up the skirt of her dress. Her underwear, which looked expensive at a glance, was already soaked through. I pulled it down without hesitation and inserted my cock directly into her pussy. "My Lady, now it is my turn to show my gratitude."