Chapter 53: Taming Her Highness the Imperial Princess (3)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 53: Taming Her Highness the Imperial Princess (3)[R-18]
Slide—
As I pulled out my cock, which had been turgid and erect for quite some time, a single tear rolled down Laplace’s cheek.
“He... ugh... hic... bee-eeeh—”
Laplace probably thought I was going to shove my cock down her throat right then and there.
Rub— Rub—
However, instead of thrusting it in, I repeatedly rubbed the tip of my glans against her tongue, as if engraving the taste and scent of my pre-cum onto her.
“Does the cock taste good, you little onahole?”
“Hic... ugh... y-yes... c-cock... hic... it tastes good... ugh...”
“Then, start masturbating now.”
“...Ah?”
“I said masturbate while I use your throat-pussy.”
“...Hic... ugh... yes... Master Ian...”
After a moment of flustered hesitation, Laplace reached down between her legs and began to move her hand.
Squish— Squish—
“Ugh... hng... ugh... ah... mmm!...”
Laplace’s hand movements were clumsy, as if she had absolutely no experience with masturbation.
If I hadn't known any better, I might have felt a sense of satisfaction at her apparent innocence...
Masturbation Count: 13,583 times
Maximum Climaxes in a Single Day: 32 times
Last used fapping material: A delusion of being raped by Master Ian in the Academy restroom with her panties stuffed in her mouth.
I knew.
I knew that Laplace’s masturbation skills were far beyond the realm of ordinary.
‘...13,583 times!’
Even if I estimated her first time was five years ago, that was a count that could only be reached by masturbating at least 7.4 times every single day.
Slap—!
“Hey, are you going to masturbate properly or not?”
“—Eek! I-I’m sorry... ugh... I-I’m sorry... I’ll... I’ll masturbate harder... hic... p-please... don’t hit me... ugh...”
Squish— Squish— Squish—
After a slap to the cheek, Laplace certainly began to masturbate with much better movements than before.
However...
It was still far lacking for someone on their 13,584th session.
“Ha, is this onahole bitch playing with me?”
“...H-hue... n-no!... ugh... I’m not!... ugh... I-I’m... masturbating... hard... hue... hue... ♥”
“Shut up. I’m going to keep pounding your throat-pussy until you climax. If you don’t want to die, you’d better masturbate for your life.”
“Eh?... T-that... ugh! Ebub! W-wait... hic! K-ugh! ♥... Ugh!”
Before Laplace could even finish her answer, I grabbed her by the hair and shoved my cock deep into the back of her throat.
Plunge—!
For the first time in my life, I buried my cock all the way to the root inside a throat-pussy.
“Urgh...!”
Using a throat—not an organ meant for ‘mating’ like a pussy, but one essential for survival—as a ‘tool’ for pleasure felt far better than I had imagined.
“Churrup! Mmph! Keh! Phut! Ugh! Wue! Agh!... Hng! Uggh! Keck!! Oghock!... Kahak!... K-kh... mmph!...!... Kh-hic!”
Every time I thrust into her throat, Laplace’s snow-white neck bulged out in the shape of my cock.
“Ugh... hic...! Ke... hic... ugh! Hic!... G-ack! S-stop!! O-eck!... Phut!... It... hurts...! Ugh... go-eck... ugh-bo!... Bo, go-ock...!”
In a situation where her throat was being used like a ‘real onahole,’ Laplace seemed to have forgotten the command to masturbate, her body merely jerking as her hands went still.
‘Well, that won’t do...’
I’ll say it again: my intention was to ‘possess’ Laplace, not to ‘destroy’ her.
So, even if it diminished my dignity as a Dominator slightly, I kindly reminded her so she wouldn't suffocate on my cock.
“Hey... I told you I’m going to keep pounding your throat-pussy until you climax. You’re really going to die if you don’t masturbate right now, you know?”
“K-hehe...? Ke... h-deck..! Ugh-go-ock!... Churrup... col-heck... hyup... ka-huck!!”
Squish! Squish! Squish!
Only then did she remember the command, and Laplace’s trembling hands found their place.
“Kh-huuuugh—! ♥”
It seemed that normally, Laplace masturbated by pinching and pulling her nipples with her left hand while simultaneously stimulating her clitoris and pussy with her right.
“Ugh... hng... hic...! ♥ Hu-ke! Hng...! K-hehe... k... ♥... Ugh! Hng! ♥”
As Laplace began to masturbate in her familiar posture, her moans, which had been filled only with pain, gradually began to mix with pleasure.
Splurt—! Squish—! Splurt—! Squish—!
The sound of me using her throat-pussy and the sound of Laplace masturbating mixed together, filling the interrogation room.
“Hic...! Wue! Ko-rock! ♥... Ugh-ge-eck!... Ko-hock! ♥ Ke!... Ugh-mmph ♥.... O-hock... hng! He ♥.. K-ge..! ♥”
It was a throat-pussy so pleasurable I wanted to pound it for hours, but Laplace seemed to be reaching her limit as her halo began to flicker.
‘She still hasn't gone off?’
Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Ugh!!.. Kh-hic ♥.!. Hic!... Hue!.. Ugh-go-hng! ♥.. Ugh!.. Kh-hu!!.. ♥ He-et!.. K-hehe!.. Ke! ♥”
Now, completely lost in the pleasure of masturbation and forgetting she was being used as an onahole, Laplace was frantically digging at her pussy. But at this rate, suffocation would come faster than a climax.
‘...Shall I help her one more time?’
Placing my fist over the belly of the immersed Laplace, I spoke in a low voice.
“Go.”
Thump—!—Pshhhhh!
“!?! ♥”
Toes curling upward.
Hips bucking wildly.
Legs spread wide and trembling.
“ K-yeeee!! ♥♥.. Ok-he! .. Hue! ♥ O-ga-ugh!! ♥ .. Ugh! ♥... O-ugh ♥ !... H-kh-eek!!! ♥”
Having her uterus struck while defenseless, Laplace climaxed instantly, spraying a fountain of love juice.
“Kh-hng!”
At the same time, Laplace’s throat-pussy sucked on my cock with a force incomparable to anything before.
Having consumed oxygen rapidly during her climax, Laplace’s body had reflexively inhaled.
...Of course, it had the opposite effect.
“Ugh... k-huuu-mmph!?!? ♥ K-kh-hng!?!.. Ke.. hue! ♥.. Ke!.. Gu-eck ♥... Ke.. ke-keck!.. Gock!!” ♥
Due to the sudden tightening, my cock, swollen for ejaculation, completely blocked Laplace’s throat.
“Mmph.!... Kh-hu!. ♥ He-ge.!.. Breath! ♥.. Ke.. k... can’t breath.!... Keck!... K-ep! ♥... Mmph.. ugh-mmph.. ke-heck!! ♥.... Die!!.. D-! K-ge-eck..! Hic! ♥”
Laplace inhaled even more desperately for air, but that only provided greater pleasure to my cock.
“I’m cumming!”
Gush—! Gush—!
In the end, I couldn't hold back either and poured my semen directly into the back of Laplace’s stomach.
“Kh-hu-ugh!. ♥ Gulp..! ♥.. Ke-huck!!... Gul-ge! ♥ Ugh... mmph!!.. Ugh-kh!.. Eh! ♥... K-hehe! ♥.. D-.. o-hock!!... D-.. die! ♥.. Hic.. g-guck! ♥.!.. Kh-hic.... ke-heck.. ♥.. K... gock! ♥”
“...Kh!”
A pleasure that felt like my nerves were being scorched dominated my entire body.
Part of me wanted to ignore the convulsing Laplace and keep ejaculating into her throat-pussy until the very last drop.
Zzzzt- sizzle -zzt—
But...
I might not care about Laplace, but I couldn't ignore her halo convulsing.
Slurp— Pop—!
As I pulled my cock out of her throat-pussy, the semen I hadn't finished pouring out splattered across Laplace’s face and hair.
“...Ke-eck-he! ♥!... H-ock..! ♥ Hu-uuugh—!!.. Hu-ee-eck!!.. Hu-ee-ee-ee!! ♥ Ke-heck...! Ke-heck!..! Keck!! ♥... Hue.. hic!.. Ugh..! Hue.. hue..! ♥”
But Laplace had no room or leisure to care about such things, focusing entirely on breathing through repeated coughs.
“Hey, aren't you going to thank me?”
“He-eck!... He-eck!... Hue... hic... y-yes... t-thank youuu... ♥”
I didn't know what she was thanking me for, but seeing Laplace say it anyway, I let out a smirk and asked.
“Is that so? What are you thankful for?”
“Eh..?.... T-that is!... Ugh... hic... ugh... I-I’m... s-sorry!... Kh-hic.. s-sorry!... I’m sorry...”
“Ha, you really are a stupid onahole, aren't you? If I hadn't helped you climax, you would have died sucking my cock. Isn't that right?”
“Ah!.. Ugh... y-you’re right.. Master Ian... ugh!.. Th-thank... you... for saving... me...”
“Right? I could have broken an onahole like you however I wanted, but I saved you.”
“Hic... y-yes... you’re right... ugh... th-thank... you... thank you... ugh.”
I almost killed her, and now I was telling her to be thankful that I stopped?
It was absolute nonsense, but as long as it worked on Laplace, it didn't matter.
Fetishes: Destructive Desire LV MAX, Rape LV MAX, Belly Punch LV MAX, Choking LV MAX, Blonde Huge-Cock Thug LV MAX, Irresponsible Creampie LV MAX...
‘...Let’s not rush, so she doesn't break.’
There was no change in the ranking of her fetishes yet, but if this ‘Blonde Huge-Cock Thug’ continued to steadily engrave ‘pleasure’ and ‘violence’ into her, I would eventually be able to overtake Laplace’s ‘Destructive Desire.’
“Now then, get down and grab the desk. Turn around.”
“...Ha..! Kh-hic... y-yes... yes... Master Ian... ugh...”
Slide—
Getting down from the desk, Laplace turned around as ordered and stuck her buttocks out, creating the perfect position for doggystyle.
Except for the fact that she was covering her pussy with her hands.
“What are you doing? Move your hands.”
“Kh-hu-ugh!.., M-Master Ian.!.. Ugh... ugh!.. P-please... wait a moment!... Just a moment.. please wait. Ugh!.”
“...What is it?”
“M-Master Ian.. I... I... p-prepared... a... condom.. i-it’s really.. thin.. so there will be.. almost... no difference... Y-you can use... this onahole’s.. hic.. ugh!... p-pussy... as much as you want... so p-please... just... use a... c-condom...”
“Fuck, who uses a condom on an onahole?”
“Kh-hic.... B-but... if you... keep cumming... inside... I’ll... I’ll get pregnant.. kh-hu-ugh..”
“So what? Getting pregnant is your problem to deal with. Does a Master have to worry about that too?”
Of course, I didn't mean it.
‘Please!! Take your birth control!!! Please!!’
I only said it because Laplace’s 6th highest fetish was ‘Irresponsible Creampie.’
...What if, by some miracle, Laplace actually got pregnant?
Honestly, it was a terrifying thought.
“Ah...! Hu-uu.!. Hic... ha... ugh... hic!.. Ugh.. kh-hu-ugh...!”
Hearing my words, Laplace shed thick tears, her face contorted into a strange expression that made it impossible to tell if she was crying or laughing.
“Hey, stop crying and spread your pussy.”
“Kh... kh-hic... y-yes... yes... Master Ian...”
—Schluck!
As Laplace grabbed her buttocks with both hands and spread them, her pink pussy, overflowing with love juice, and her anus seemed to compete with each other, puckering as if begging to be eaten.
“Ha, what kind of pathetic bitch defends justice while getting this wet from being raped?”
“Hic..! Kh-hic!... Ugh.. eh...... I’m... s-sorry!... Hic..”
“Tell me the truth. You liked being raped by me, didn't you?”
“Kh-hic... n-no... I didn't— K-yeeeeek!! ♥”
“What was that? Say it again.”
“...Hng... ugh..!.. Kh-hu!... Y-yes!... Master Ian... I... I liked it... I... liked... being raped!.. Hic....”
“Right, a lewd bitch like you belongs to her Master. It suits you to just dedicate your life to me and live as an onahole.”
As I prepared to thrust my cock in following those words, Laplace uttered something I would never be able to forget.
“..Kh-hic... y-yes... Master Ian... th-thank you... for raping me.... for... stealing... Laplace’s... l-life... thank you.. ♥”
“....”
As expected, Laplace was indeed a female destined to lead males to ruin.
PLUNGE—!!
“᧗⟆ O-kh-ue-ee-ugh!?!! ♥♥♥”