The Queen’s Cleansing and the Secret Brew
“Your Majesty, please, cleanse my cock.”
Marcella’s body was trembling, drenched in the lingering afterglow of her climax. Her vaginal fluids were streaming down, and her eyes were unfocused, glazed over with pleasure. Rough, ragged breaths escaped her parted lips. Even in that state, she didn’t stop. She continued to offer her hips, greedily accepting me again and again. Her luscious, plump buttocks were gripped firmly in my hands, distorting and shifting with every deep, rhythmic thrust.
‘Now… it’s time to show her the real finisher.’
I pulled my hips back, then drove forward in one deep, decisive plunge.
Earth Dragon’s Wild Dance activated.
The sensation shifted instantly. It wasn’t just a standard thrust anymore; I had triggered the 4th level of the Earth Yin-Yang Copulation Art: Earth Dragon’s Wild Dance. My cock began to writhe and coil deep inside her. It felt like a vortex, spinning and drilling, accompanied by the pleasure of rapid-fire, multi-directional strikes. It was the illusion that not just one dragon, but a hundred, were dancing wildly within her womb.
“Haaah…! Ugh, ughhh…! W-what is this…!? T-this…!”
Marcella’s eyes snapped wide open. Her body stiffened for a heartbeat before it began to convulse violently.
“Hnnngh! S-Sir Seru…! The feeling… it’s completely different! Ah-h! Aah, aaah…!”
“Hah, hah! I’m putting every ounce of my strength into pleasing you, my lady!”
“My god! It’s incredible…! You… you don’t even get tired!”
“Heh, if I got tired while with such a beautiful lady, I wouldn’t be much of a man. I’d be a pathetic loser who died of a heart attack mid-sex!”
“Aah! B-but this is too intense…! I’ve never… never had sex like this before…! Aaaah…!”
A scream-like moan erupted from her. Her inner walls were clenching around me with maddening intensity. I pushed deeper, thrusting more savagely. I hammered into her, and Lady Marcella gasped, her eyes bulging as if her breath were being stolen away.
“Aack! Ah! Aaaaack! Hngh-aaah…!”
Slap! Slap! Slap-slap-slap!
“Ahk! Aah…! Sir Seru…! What on earth did you do to me…!? I… I feel like I’m going to shatter…! You…! I see now, you’re not just a bard guild leader, you’re a powerful stud horse…! Haa…! Aack!”
“Does it feel that good?”
“Y-yes…! Yes!”
She nodded frantically, unable to form words, her lips trembling uncontrollably.
“I… I’m breaking…! I’m really… breaking…! Sir Seru…! Sir Seru…!”
Her body arched high. A climax arrived in an instant.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah—!”
And immediately, a second one followed.
“Hnnngh…! It’s so embarrassing—!”
Her body curled inward, her vagina fluttering and twitching. And then, a third.
“I… I’m…! I’m coming again…! You’re truly like a stallion…!”
Her fluids erupted like a fountain, soaking the sofa. Her pupils were completely dilated, and saliva dripped from her mouth. The power of the Earth Dragon’s Wild Dance was being proven perfectly by her body. It was a satisfying result. I, too, felt the urge to ejaculate. The accumulated Yang energy surged out all at once.
“Kuh!”
With one final, forceful thrust, I poured my essence deep into her, gulp after gulp.
“Ughhh…!”
Lady Marcella shuddered and twitched. I kept thrusting even as I climaxed, and she moved her hips in perfect sync with my rhythm. When I finally withdrew, Marcella collapsed into my arms, looking utterly ecstatic.
“That was the best… the absolute best…”
As I held her, my hands began to tremble with a powerful realization. ‘I did it.’ I had completely broken a woman other than Queen Regina III. ‘I feel confident now.’ I felt as though I could bring any woman to her knees with my cock.
“Shall we go again?”
“Can… can you really go again…?”
“I’m perfectly fine. If you’re tired, we can save it for next time.”
“N-no! Just a short rest… and then let’s do it again!”
She gulped down her honey wine. Ten minutes later, Lady Marcella was straddling me, riding me with fervor. The sight of me lying on the sofa while she sat atop me, bouncing her hips, was a masterpiece.
“Haaah…! Sir Seru…! Your cock… I love it so much…!”
Her hands kneaded her own breasts, pinching her nipples to heighten the pleasure. The wet, rhythmic sound of her hips colliding with my body filled the room. I lay beneath her, holding her waist to support her. I kept my cock rock-hard, exactly as she desired, assisting her in her rhythmic riding.
“Hngh, haa-eung…! It’s a cock so good I want to live with it forever…!”
She didn’t even call it a ‘phallus’ or ‘manhood’ anymore. She openly spat out the vulgar word ‘cock.’ This had started as a lobby-sex arrangement to get her daughter selected, but it had devolved into a session of pure, self-indulgent climax for Lady Marcella. She was so overwhelmed with ecstasy that tears welled up in her eyes. Tears of rapture. The joy of being completely addicted to my cock. I smiled and gripped her hips firmly.
“If you want to taste it again, come find me anytime. I’ll fuck you every day.”
“Ahang, so good…!”
Marcella shook her hips even more violently. We didn’t hesitate to embrace and kiss, and from the second round to the third and fourth… by the fourth time, we were more comfortable with each other, and the playfulness only doubled the pleasure. I poured wine on her body and licked it off, and I made her suck my cock coated in whipped cream. I even doodled on her body with her own lipstick.
‘Fucked by me.’
When I wrote that across her lower abdomen, Lady Marcella found it absurd yet amusing. It was deep into the night when we finally emerged from the secret chamber. I straightened my clothes and hair as if nothing had happened. Lady Marcella also tidied her disheveled hair, returning to the face of a noble matron. She looked at me. Her expression was calm, a smile that made the events of a moment ago seem like a lie.
“Sir Seru.”
She opened her mouth. But her gaze… it was the gaze of someone who remembered everything.
“It was… truly enjoyable.”
“Heh, I agree.”
“Oh. And about what you asked for.”
At Marcella’s gesture, a waiting maid stepped forward and offered a box wrapped in silk with both hands.
“This is the honey wine brewed by our family.”
I accepted the box with a joyful heart.
“Thank you.”
The corners of my mouth curled up. “I’ll enjoy it.”
“If you run out, come back again.”
Honey wine. I had asked for a bottle earlier, thinking of putting it into my Mysterious Wine Jar. Marcella stared at me for a moment, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
“Then… see you… next time.”
Her voice was soft, but her tone was heavy with desperate longing. As if she knew I would come back. I nodded.
“Yes. See you again.”
I boarded the carriage. Even after the door closed, she kept watching me. Her gaze still couldn’t hide the ecstasy of a moment ago. It also held a deep regret, a longing to continue what we couldn’t. If I were her lover or husband, I felt like I would have been drained dry all night.
Clatter.
Regardless, the carriage departed. I looked down at the box of honey wine in my hands. I was excited to see what effect it would have if I put it in the wine jar.
‘I hope I get even stronger.’
A smirk escaped my lips.
Late at night, I returned to the royal palace. As soon as I opened the door, I froze at the sight before me. Amidst the cozy glow of candlelight, Queen Regina III was lying naked on the bed. She was clutching one of my shirts, burying her face in it, and moaning. Beneath her, a thick, long dildo I had never seen before was buried deep inside her, and she was frantically thrusting against it.
Where did she get that? Did she have it all along?
“Haa…! Sir Seru…! Sir Seru…!”
She was so aroused she hadn’t even noticed I arrived. ‘Your Majesty… what is this…’ A flash of surprise passed through me, but it quickly turned into a satisfied grin. The fact that Regina was craving me this much actually made my heart burn with heat. I watched for a moment. I hung my coat on the rack and observed the Queen masturbating on the bed. Intoxicated by her own pleasure, she remained oblivious to my presence. The dildo was glistening, slick with the fluids she had shed in abundance. Watching it made my cock feel like it was going to burst.
I quietly took off my pants. My cock, harder than any rod, sprang out. I approached the bed and stood at the headboard. Only then did Regina open her eyes and discover me.
“…S-Sir Seru?!”
Her eyes widened for a moment, then immediately filled with delight.
“Sir Seru!”
She jumped up and threw herself into my arms, forgetting to even remove the dildo, still buried deep within her.
“You’re so late! Why did you take so long!”
“My apologies, Your Majesty.”
I pulled her into a tight embrace. The heat of her flushed body radiated against me. It was scorching.
“Do you have any idea how long I waited…?”
“I do.”
I pressed down on her shoulders with both hands. Slowly, her body lowered, and Regina naturally knelt before me. Joy seeped into her eyes as she faced my erect cock. As if she had been waiting for this moment, she took it into her mouth.
“Slurp, slurp…!”
Obscene sounds echoed through the room.
“Your Majesty.”
I stroked her hair and murmured in a low voice.
“A cock defiled by another woman’s vagina. Please… cleanse it.”
“Suck, slurp.”
Regina didn’t answer, instead sucking on my cock even more fiercely. With jealous, impatient, and persistent movements. There was no humiliation, no shame, no resistance in her expression. She was being thoroughly submissive, doing her absolute best to serve me. She followed my words so perfectly… The Earth Yin-Yang Copulation Art. This was a secret technique that could only be practiced with a female assistant. The more one practiced, the stronger the man became sexually, while the woman became increasingly tamed by the man’s cock. As if she were being trained.
Queen Regina was in exactly that state.
“Hnnngh… I can’t live without Sir Seru’s cock anymore…♡”
She was truly a shameless woman.
“Your Majesty, lie down now.”
I plunged my cock into her soaking wet vagina. The Queen’s expression collapsed into a look of pure ahegao. We tangled our bodies together until the break of dawn. Given the time, we didn’t practice the technique today; it was a session driven purely by our mutual desire. Regina cried out four times while held in my arms.
***
The next morning. As soon as I opened my eyes, I looked at the wine jar under the table. The apple wine I had put in the day before yesterday had been fermenting for over a day. I should have checked it yesterday, but I had been delayed by circumstances. Queen Regina lay naked on the bed, fast asleep. I rose quietly and opened the lid of the wine jar.