Chapter 106: The Scramble
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 106: The Scramble
The red, bumpy inner flesh glistened with her slick. The fluid that had pooled below overflowed with a gush.
The slick trickling down the valley of her ass was utterly obscene. The hands spreading her pussy trembled minutely.
The chaste and dignified noblewoman was begging for my cock, exposing the part of herself she most wanted to hide.
“Hah… hah…”
At the same time, her flushed, pale skin, her tongue licking her full, red lips, and her hot, wavering eyes were all arousing me.
My cock grew hard again. Licking her lips, Adeleade stared intently at my twitching member.
I slowly pushed the head into her pussy.
“Heut…!”
Though only the very tip had entered, Adeleade twisted her body back and forth. The strength left her hands, and her pussy closed again.
The feel and sight of her outer lips enveloping my cock wasn't bad, but it was nothing compared to her spreading herself open and giving me a live broadcast of the insertion.
“Tsk. Keep it spread properly.”
I gently caressed her cheek. Then, my hand moved lower and lightly pinched the nipple of her pertly raised breast.
“Heek…! Ye-yes…!”
She bucked her hips, gushing out more slick. Her trembling hands spread her pussy wide open once more.
I pushed in slowly, allowing her to savor the moment of penetration.
The sight of my massive cock forcibly widening the narrow opening and disappearing inside her was like magic. Was this what they called the mystery of the human body?
The inner flesh greeted the intruder, clinging to my cock without a single gap. As if that weren't enough, it tried to sever my member with an intense clenching.
Fortunately, the flood of slick she had produced offset the pressure. In fact, combined with the powerful tightness, it guided my cock even deeper.
It felt like being sucked into a bottomless pit. At its end coexisted a distant comfort, like a mother's embrace, and a vortex of intense pleasure.
“Keuk… I-it’s in…! I-I, ahk…!”
Adeleade’s pussy was naturally short. The head of my cock was already touching her vaginal wall, yet there were still three finger-widths of my shaft left.
Even so, she writhed, throwing her head back and letting out a moan. Her outstretched feet curled tightly, and her thigh muscles contracted and spasmed.
“Not yet. It’s too soon to be happy.”
I whispered, grabbing her waist to keep her from falling back.
“Yes…?”
The once-dignified noblewoman looked up at me, her face completely defenseless.
“If you’re dripping this much slick, we can push a little harder.”
“…?”
Just as she tilted her head in confusion, I put my strength into my hips and pushed my cock in deeper. The head forcibly pushed past the vaginal wall that blocked its path.
Her startled inner flesh resisted, but this merciless tyrant paid it no mind, gradually reshaping her insides to fit its form.
The moment I was buried to the hilt, her clinging flesh spasmed like crazy.
The resulting pleasure shot up my spine like a sports car at top speed.
My mind went white in an instant. I even felt a sense of unity, as if my cock had melted and become one with her. I couldn't help but groan.
“Mm…”
Still, I was in better shape than Adeleade.
“Kkeo—!”
She shrieked, flopping like a freshly caught fish. Her eyes had half-rolled back in her head.
Well, her body had been teased and heated to its limit for days on end.
I embraced her. Her breasts, pressed against my firm chest, were squashed like steamed buns.
She naturally buried her face in my shoulder, and her sweet breath sent a shiver down my spine. I kissed the nape of her neck and whispered.
“Can you feel it? How your pussy is gripping my cock so tightly? It’s as if it’s begging for my seed. What a slutty pussy this is.”
“Heek… N-no… Adeleade is not slutty… Heut…!”
Adeleade shook her head from side to side.
“Even though it gave my cock such a fierce welcome the moment it entered? Adeleade. Be honest. How long has it been since you used this slutty pussy?”
“Ahk… T-twenty-one years…”
She meant she had stopped having relations after giving birth to Eusebia.
To think the late baron could have fucked this beautiful and sensual wife whenever he wanted, but didn't. I couldn't understand him.
“Even so, this is an overly sensitive reaction. Why is that?”
“Heut… Th-that’s…”
“Are you hesitating when your master is asking? A mere slave?”
“N-no! It’s, it’s just… so big and hot…”
“Was the late baron’s different?”
I pulled our bodies slightly apart to meet Adeleade’s eyes.
She gasped and quickly averted her gaze. Her trembling lips were captivating. I immediately stole a kiss, and her tongue came out to meet mine as if it had been waiting.
Slurp, slurp.
It was greedy, as if trying to suck my tongue down its throat.
“My lady. A slave should hide nothing from her master.”
“Hah… yes. It was different. It was so small and thin, it was worse than a finger…”
“Then am I the first to have gone this deep?”
I pressed down firmly below Adeleade’s navel. Instantly, her inner flesh spasmed, rhythmically squeezing my cock.
“Ahheuk…! Y-yes. My husband’s only ever lingered at the entrance… He would even shoot his load after just a few thrusts…”
“Then you must have never felt anything properly.”
“Th-that’s right. This is a first for me… So, so… please move faster…! Please, trample all over the pussy that’s now yours and yours alone…!”
Unable to hold back any longer, Adeleade licked the nape of my neck like a cat, urging me on.
I lifted her legs over my shoulders and fell upon her. Her hips rose, and her waist folded in half.
She didn't seem to be in pain. Her body was flexible. Our faces were so close we could feel each other’s breath.
I stole her lips again. And then I began to pound my cock into her pussy roughly.
“Eup, eup, eup…!”
Her moans were trapped inside my mouth, unable to escape.
It didn't matter. Her bucking hips, her eyes showing only the whites, and the saliva trickling from our joined lips told me just how extreme her pleasure was.
Her pussy, as if not to be outdone, squeezed me like crazy.
Squelch, squelch.
The ceaselessly flowing slick created lewd, filthy sounds every time her ass and my hips collided.
“Heuak…! A-Allen. I, I… I’m feeling strange! I don’t know, I really don’t know what this is… Haaak…!”
The moment I released her lips, Adeleade let out a crazed shriek as if on cue.
“How is it? Is it as good as you hoped?”
“Heek… Yes, it’s, it’s good. It’s insanely good…! Heut, I feel like I’ve wasted half my life…! A-Allen… I’m, I’m coming…! I’m coming…!”
She thrashed her head from side to side. Her pussy contracted, wringing my cock with all its might. It was the signal that her climax was near.
“Not yet.”
“Heek… Ye-yes…?”
I pulled my cock out until the head was just at the entrance of her pussy. Then I lowered my stance slightly.
Stopped just short of her climax, Adeleade shook her hips, frantic with need.
I grabbed her ass firmly with both hands and pulled her toward me. At the same time, I pushed my cock back in.
This time, the head scraped roughly against the front wall of her vagina as it drove in. Then, I pressed down hard on a spot that was bumpier than the rest of her inner flesh.
“Kkeo—!”
Adeleade convulsed, struggling wildly.
I held her down even more firmly. My plan was to make her focus solely on the pleasure itself. At the same time, I pressed down hard on her clitoris, which was making its presence known.
“…!”
She could no longer even scream. She froze like a stone, all her reactions erased.
But that was only on the outside. Inside, her flesh was spasming madly, swallowing and squeezing my cock.
If her copious slick hadn't offset the force, I would have genuinely worried my cock might snap. Under that intense assault, I too quickly reached my climax.
“Adeleade. I’m going to cum.”
“N-no…!”
Adeleade was terrified. She must have thought she wouldn't know what would become of her if I came inside her on top of all this.
That was her mistake. Prey showing weakness to a predator? It only excited me more, and I began to pound into her even more roughly.
As if to pour my semen directly into her womb, I forced my way in and unleashed the seed I had been holding back.
“Aaaaaah—!”
Every time my semen hit her vaginal wall, Adeleade flopped like a freshly caught fish. Even after I finished, her body, draped over the table, continued to twitch intermittently.
“Hah. Hah. Hah…”
She stared blankly at the ceiling, breathing raggedly. When I pulled out, my cock slid out of her pussy with a soft pop.
“Hoo.”
Her pussy, having accommodated my massive member for so long, was left wide open.
Thanks to that, her twitching inner flesh, drenched in slick and semen, and the milky white fluid gushing out were in plain sight. It was the sight of a woman completely broken and ravaged.
My great cock, as if satisfied, lost its strength and hung long. But there was someone who was not pleased with that.
“N-now it’s my turn…!”
Eusebia, who had recovered her stamina while I was tasting Adeleade, crawled over and took my cock in her mouth.
Slurp, slurp.
She seemed quite desperate, sucking my cock roughly and filthily. Each time, her breasts jiggled enticingly. When I gave one a light squeeze, she looked up at me, her eyes smiling.
“Me, me too…!”
Adeleade didn't stay still either. She dragged her exhausted body over and began to suck the base of my shaft. Fortunately, my cock was long and thick enough for the two women to divide and conquer.
Wary of each other, the mother and daughter served me competitively. But when I fondled their breasts or stroked their hair, they would smile with their eyes.
They looked just like puppies wagging their tails after being praised. If heaven exists, this must be it.
Spurred on by the two, my limp cock surged back to life. The mother and daughter’s eyes sparkled, and they eyed each other warily. The first to move was the more experienced and energetic Eusebia.
Lying on her back like a beast showing its belly in surrender, she spread her pussy wide with her own hands and begged.
“M-Master. Please use this slutty slave’s pussy…!”
“No! My pussy will taste better…!”
Adeleade belatedly lay down next to her daughter and spread her pussy. It was a sight that made the corners of my mouth twitch.
Their efforts were commendable, but I was a greedy man who couldn't be satisfied with just one.
I placed Adeleade on top of Eusebia. In that position, I immediately pushed my cock into Eusebia.
“Haaang!! It’s, it’s here…!”
“M-Master…!”
The chosen Eusebia smiled brightly, her body trembling. In contrast, Adeleade looked back at me with tear-filled eyes, as if she were about to cry.
But that was only for a moment. As my hand delved into her pussy, she began to tremble with the same expression as her daughter.
“Haaak…!”
Using my cock and my hand, I embraced the mother and daughter equally. The two of them kissed and caressed each other as if they had never been rivals.
I gave the reconciled mother and daughter a reward. This time, too, I came inside each of them once, to be fair.
Of course, even then, the unsatisfied mother and daughter once again began a scramble to possess my cock.
The time of ecstasy continued until the mother and daughter had no strength left to lift a single finger.
Seeing the clear light seeping through the gap in the window, I rose. On the table, the mother and daughter lay sprawled, covered in semen.
Semen was constantly trickling from both of their pussies. No cultural heritage could ever compare to such a magnificent sight. Of that, I was certain.
*
“I hear Archbishop Raceni gave another one of his long-winded speeches to the citizens?”
A sullen voice echoed through the court’s council chamber. Bronx II stared out the window with a displeased expression. His gaze was fixed on the church in the middle of the square.
The church, built in a typical Gothic style, was particularly massive and majestic among the surrounding buildings of wood and plaster.
The number of people emerging after mass was too great to count. It seemed as if every citizen of the royal capital had attended.
Even considering it was an era where religion was a part of life, the number was staggering. It was all because Archbishop Raceni, famous for his piety, was visiting the capital.
“Then who told you to get a divorce?”
Gale, a member of the honorary Royal Knights and a military advisor, chided the king.
Having grown up together and been through thick and thin, he was the only advisor who could speak the truth to the king.
Bronx II turned around with an aggrieved expression.
“I followed church law. How was I to know the queen was my relative?”
“Yes. Your cousin. A cousin who’s no different from a stranger, with a common ancestor only found by going back hundreds of years. I can understand why Archbishop Raceni is running wild.”
“Hmph. Whose side are you on?”
Bronx II returned to his seat and plopped down.
“Don’t worry about Archbishop Raceni. All he can do is preach and criticize until our ears hurt. He’s a man with neither the ability nor the will to take direct action. However… Duke Baeneng is different.”
Gale spoke as he read a report sent by the spies planted in the Duke Baeneng’s domain.
“Still suspicious of my uncle? Why? In the end, it was I who struck down Count Broua. Hasn’t he been keeping a low profile?”
Bronx II looked indifferent. It was because Gale never missed an opportunity to advise him to be wary of Duke Baeneng.
“If he were a man who would quietly follow the prevailing trend, he would not have married a princess of the Bosch royal family, nor would he have used that as a pretext to trade with the southern continent and expand his power. Duke Baeneng clearly still covets the throne. And even if I am mistaken, you must not forget that those with power always wish to use it.”
Bronx II nodded his head. He had never lost anything by listening to Gale, his long-time vassal and friend.
“Send more spies. More importantly, when is that scoundrel scheduled for an audience?”
Bronx II changed the subject. Gale knew who he meant by ‘scoundrel.’ The man had been the topic of their meetings several times.
“Surely you don’t mean Sir Allen, the commander who single-handedly caught a troll, has never lost a duel, and has achieved a string of overwhelming victories while always fighting opponents stronger than himself.”
“Hmph. He’s still just a scoundrel who goes around seducing women with his face.”
The moment Allen was mentioned in Eleanor’s letter, Bronx II had begun to investigate him through various means.
Thanks to that, he knew that Allen had been a hopeless scoundrel rotten to the core since he was a boy, and was aware of his womanizing history, which was rife with all sorts of scandals.
As an older brother, he was an opponent he couldn't help but be wary of.
“Please, do not act like this when you meet him in person. If he’s even half as good as the rumors say, he will be of great help to us. He will be a major pillar in checking Duke Baeneng, who is constantly eyeing the throne.”
Gale, on the other hand, judged that they should embrace him. The more he investigated Allen, the more he was reminded of the epic poems of legendary knights.
What was astonishing was that despite having achieved feats comparable to those of legendary knights, he was still a young man not yet thirty.
He was a knight whose future was more anticipated than his present. Furthermore, by annexing the Broua County, he had emerged as a powerful feudal lord with a domain rivaling that of Dresden.
In other words, he had become a big shot that not even the king could touch easily. If they could bring him under their banner, he would be an immense help.
“How can I trust a bat-like bastard with one foot on my side and one on Dresden’s?”
“Sigh… So what do you intend to do?”
“I’ll have to force a showdown. Make him choose between me and Dresden.”
Bronx II intended to force a choice upon Allen. And if he chose Dresden, he planned to hold him accountable for the crime of toying with his sister, Eleanor.
Everything he had achieved was a house of cards anyway. Hadn't the annexation of the Broua County been done in the name of the royal family?
The authority lay with him. If he were to grant the title of Count Broua to a powerful, influential family, that scoundrel would face a formidable threat before he could even properly manage his new domain.
However, the moment he met Allen, Bronx II realized that he was the one who had to choose. And that there was only one choice.
“It’s been a while, Your Highness. No… brother.”
His sister, Eleanor, whom he thought he would never see again, was looking at Bronx II with a smug expression, her fingers interlaced with Allen’s, who stood beside her.