13.1 Night Watch - Bella -
They roughly decided on the night watch rotations and headed off to sleep in their assigned spots. The women inside the carriage. Sure, one might think, "Who sleeps in a carriage?" but this one was a high-end model slathered in magic, as mentioned before. The interior was probably comfier than a decent modern bed. And us guys? The tent pitched outside.
"Alright, bro, I'm first shift, so you get some shut-eye first."
"Yeah, sure."
Since they had to keep driving the carriage without rest, they'd put coachman Hans on first shift. Not just because it was the easy one, but to let him crash hard until departure time. The last shift before dawn was the one that'd leave you drowsy.
With that, I left Hans staring into the campfire and slipped into the tent.
"...So now what."
I flopped down blankly, staring up at the tent ceiling. Hans's shift ended with Bella's turn. That's when I'd have to get up. Should I set some alarm magic tool? But the alarm ones were loud... Vibration mode worked, but even that hummed pretty good. No need to tip off Hans that I was stirring.
Forcing myself awake by stupidly glaring at the ceiling to avoid dozing off... wasn't even necessary, sadly. Ever since dinner—more stimulating than news of Kim Jong-un's missile launch—the teasing from Bella and Cheong-ah had my cock raging hard, softening a bit, then raging again in endless cycles. My brain was flooded with dopamine and adrenaline, sexual frustration exploding. And after sitting comfy in the carriage all day, my body wasn't tired at all—hell, I was wide awake.
Lying there, I slipped a hand down below, kneading my throbbing erection to tamp down the excitement and gather my wits. For a good long while.
"Hey, time to hit the sack."
"Y-Yes, sir...! Thank you!"
"No yelling. Why're you so stiff? Relax, relax. You've gotten pretty chummy with our Ian by now."
"H-How could I, with Her Highness the Fallen Princess..."
"Pfft. What, you think I'm gonna eat you? Anyway, get in. No noise, straight to sleep. Don't wake Ian. You do, you're dead."
"Y-Yes, sir. Got it."
"'Got it'? Overkill much."
Bella's voice drifted from outside, followed by Hans creeping into the tent. He unrolled his sleeping bag next to mine, super careful, and lay down.
"Zzz..."
The guy was out in under five seconds. Damn, out like a light. But just in case he stirred, I lay still a bit longer, then slowly sat up and opened the bag with my magic tools.
Perfect. This one, this, and that. I tucked the three magic tools into my waistband and quietly unzipped the tent flap.
Bella sat with her back to the tent, facing the campfire. I crept up behind her, and without even turning, she spoke.
"What? Something up? I told you to sleep—forget something?"
"It's me."
"...Huh?"
She whipped around at my voice. The campfire's soft crackle bathed her in orange glow.
"What the— you up already? Shit, I told that idiot to be quiet so he wouldn't wake you... Should I beat his ass tomorrow?"
"Nah, it's not that. Wasn't asleep to begin with. Don't chew him out for nothing."
"Not asleep at all? Why? Oh, napped in the carriage? Wait, no, you didn't. You tired or anything?"
"What, just sitting in the carriage all day? Tired how."
The royal road to the capital was so well-maintained, no monsters popped up, and not even the cliché bandits or thieves from fantasy tales. Made sense—last time to the capital was the same. The lords along the route from Leventen to Tronen's royal capital kept their lands tight.
Bella shrugged.
"Fair enough. Then sit with me and chat a bit."
"Sure."
I flashed her a grin and eased closer. Knowing it was me, she dropped all guard and turned back to the fire.
"What've you been up to, not sleeping?"
"Eh, just lying there."
I chatted slow, easing her defenses. Bella had no clue what I was planning, didn't even glance back as she asked in a sly tone.
"Pfft? Lying there doing what, exactly? Oh, wait... Jerked off? Thinking of me? Kinda hot, actually."
"...Who knows. Too bad, no jerking."
"Aw, shame. Giggle."
I pulled two of the magic tools from my pocket and closed in behind her. Even with me right up on her, Bella didn't bat an eye. First one: activated and dropped to the ground. Insurance—just in case. It'd ping only the set user if anyone approached. Cheong-ah was around, so probably fine, but still.
"Nah, smells too much. Can't stink up the tent with nightflower scent. Not like it's just for me. Right?"
"Heh, you know nightflower?"
"Yeah, passed a flower shop last time, caught a whiff. Yours especially reeks strong. Stuck in my memory—spot it right away."
Bella's blunt words made my cock, swollen and frustrated since the carriage, twitch hard. Hold it together, buddy. Revenge coming.
Oblivious, she cackled. From behind, I slowly raised the magic tool I'd pulled out.
One of the three I'd grabbed. Shaped like a dog collar. Made for pervy deviants. Cost a whopping 30 gold coins. Pricey, but the features? Gold. Super durable. Extend or shorten the leash at will. And two hidden functions... later. These two were plenty now.
"Bella."
"Yeah?"
Click.
I called her name, and as she turned, I snapped the collar around her neck.
"Wh—hey, what the hell is this."
"Gift."
"Gift? Bullshit, what kinda gift is this. Dog collar. Jeez."
"Perfect for my bitch Bella."
"Bitch...?"
She looked up at me. Our eyes met, and her expression heated in that weird way. Half-lidded gaze. Lips curving faint.
Bella murmured, "What, here to pay me back for all the teasing?"
"Payback? Nah."
"Still, this is too much, you perv. Dog collar? Not lover shit..."
As she tugged the collar and grumbled—
Yank—
I pulled hard.
"Ghk...?!"
She tumbled off the log, dragged limp. I shoved my face close to her sprawled on the ground.
"Who said lovers, you bitch."
"Hic...?!"
Gripping the collar, I dragged her across the dirt. Away from camp, to a spot I'd scouted washing at the lake earlier. Bella didn't thrash, but choked out, "Ghk... H-hey... B-bitch... W-wait... I'm on watch..."
"Wake the others? Shut it."
"N-no... Ghk... I'll walk... Hn."
"I said shut it."
Finally reached the wide clearing by the lake. I yanked the collar, flipping her face-down.
"Ow! Hurts, you jerk."
"Not my problem."
"Asshole. That's cold. 'Not my problem'? I'm your woman too. Discrimination."
She pouted, lips pursed. Whatever. I yanked the collar tight, shoving her face into my bulging crotch. Her face smacked the fabric.
"Eek... What, rock hard? Our Ian's backed up bad, huh? Explains the rough stuff."
Still clueless about her fate, she smirked up at me.
"So, what now? Suck it? Yeah? Tell me, Ian. Want me to suck?"
She taunted on. I stared down cold, unzipped. Not just usual—swollen harder, monstrous, cannon-launching out.
Thwump!
Hit her forehead like a slap.
"Guh...?!"
She yelped at the sudden dick-shot. I thrust my hips, smacking her tiny face—half-covered already—with my cock repeatedly.
"Two weeks teasing me. Had a blast."
"Hic, ghk... N-no... Wasn't gonna, but Cheong-ah said do it?"
My low voice hit; she finally sensed trouble, eyes darting, blaming Cheong-ah.
Pfft. Thinks that'll save her?
Who started it? Doesn't matter. Accomplices both. Punish 'em together.
"So?"
"Open wide."
"I-Ian, w-wait..."
She tried to speak—I yanked the collar up, ramming my cock into her mouth. Pierced her soft palate, plunged into her cock-trained throat. Collar stretched taut.
"Ghrk...?!"
The thick shaft gaped her esophagus, half-swallowed. One hand collar, other gripped her hair tight.
"Gonna throat-fuck you once first."
"Guh, grk."
I announced, then brutally pistoned her head back and forth. Her eyes shook wild. If she could talk:
'Dying, dying! Stop, stop... Ian, ghk... Mercy, I'll be good... Ghk, kkh...'
Pointless. Cock ruled my brain now. No mercy.
Squelch—squelch—squelch!
"Kkh...! Ghrk...! Guh! Gruuuk!"
Cock crammed her throat; she convulsed in agony. Drool leaked sticky. Tears welled, streamed. Even from her eyepatch eye, leather dampening. Armless, she clutched my legs, desperate to slow me—futile. I crammed deeper, merciless.
Splurt—splurt—splurt!
"Grrlk... Hic—"
Faster, rougher. Two weeks pent-up? Cock hypersensitive—swelled quick, urethra tingling.
"Ngh, cumming...! Bella!"
Normally I'd edge, torment more. Not this time—couldn't hold. Surge hit instant. I buried to the hilt. Throat ballooned.
Bluuuuurgh...!!!
"Grrk...?!"
Urethra erupted wild—dozens times normal force. Thick globs from long denial. Finally slowing, I released her head, slowly withdrew.
"Kkh... Kek. Hek. Haa. Ghk..."
Bella hacked, gasping. Wiped drool with her stump, glared.
"Fucking psycho... Ghk, shit, thought I was done for..."
Glare? Eyes glazed dreamy.
"...Fuck, cum's thick as hell. Stuck in my throat. Smells insane... Ghk."
Coughed, spat on ground—chunky yellow jelly globs.
"Heh, heh..."
What was so funny? Forgot her brutal treatment, she giggled mid-grumble.
"Hey, Ian. Look. Cum like pudding? No need fancy dessert spots later. Just age your dick two weeks? Right?"
True... Bella loved this shit. Her pussy probably soaked through her pants now.
"Hey, answer when someone's talking. Rude."
I ignored, grabbed the slack collar again. She caught the vibe, eyes trembling, wheedled cute-like—uncharacteristic.
"Wait, hubby? Why grab that? Oh, hey... Don't pull. I'll come."
Yanked—she crawled on all fours. Kneeling, I shoved my dripping cock in her face again.
Sniff—sniff.
"Hnn... Cock reeks... Fuck... So potent."
Rich musk wafted; she squirmed, thighs rubbing.
Just the first load. My cock? Barely started.