Ep.4 - The Affair
Ep.4 - The Affair
Whether she had just finished various duties, the queen's subtly wafting scent was mixed with a faint hint of sweat—yet even that sweat somehow deceived the senses into believing it was something so exquisitely refined that commoners dared not inhale it.
In her fragrance, where scented candles and floral notes intertwined, Delin's face flushed crimson. His hands kneaded the queen's soft shoulders, and his eyes were fixed on her back.
'Th-the queen really is different. Were medieval queens back in the day like this too? I can't believe she's the same species as the rest of us...'
She wore a pure white nightgown so sheer it barely cast a reflection, yet even that could not conceal the ample curves of her body.
That voluptuous figure was comparable to Kaede's—a beastman who had undergone countless hours of evolution optimized for mating, and not just any beastman, but the exceptionally beautiful Kaede.
Moreover, her lovely form was suffused with an elegance and refinement that enveloped her every curve, making the praise of her as humanity's sovereign feel not at all excessive.
Delin's hands touched that virtuous, beautiful, impossibly perfect and idealized body—one that seemed as though it could never be reached.
Ever since he arrived here, he'd felt it: no matter how much the women fucked him like a dog, they were all just too damn pretty...
Huh?
Pretty? Wait, so if they're pretty, then it's okay for them to fuck me...?
Since when did I start thinking like this?
What the hell?
"You can't seem to focus, can you? Would you like to tell me what you're thinking about?"
"Y-yes?!"
Caught off guard mid-shoulder-massage, his innermost thoughts suddenly seen through, Delin stammered and fumbled for an excuse.
"W-well, it's just... I'm nervous..."
Did the queen find his clumsy deflection endearing as well?
The queen let a smile play on her lips for a moment, then turned to face Delin and spoke.
"Do you know you're cute?"
"N-no, I don't...?"
Cute!
It wasn't a word he particularly liked...
No, it was a word he utterly hated,
but when a woman like this older lady called him cute while drawing ever closer, it somehow felt... not so bad...
"Lie down. Slowly now..."
The queen placed her hand on Delin's chest and pushed ever so slowly, laying him down. Laying a man down on a bed—the action carried a meaning far too unmistakable.
"I was in quite a foul mood today, but seeing such a cute face lifts it a little. What is your name?"
The queen quietly took her place above Delin. Even her form as she gazed down from above overflowed with majesty and beauty, and within it one could feel a considerable sensuality as well.
"Delin..."
"Delin, is it... Your name is cute too. It sounds like something a ten-year-old child made up on their own, doesn't it?"
Finishing her words, the queen buried her face in Delin's chest and embraced him. As if breathing him in while in that position, her body naturally rose and fell, undulating up and down.
"Haaah..."
The queen lifted her head again. A faint flush tinged that noble face, and a benevolent smile settled upon it.
"Is it not truly delightful when you catch a familiar scent on another person?"
"Uh... I'm not sure..."
After exchanging that single line each, the queen sat Delin back up.
"You don't know, I see. Then would you like to try breathing it in?"
The queen extended her arm in front of his face. At first, he did not understand how he was supposed to sniff that arm, but Delin soon grasped her intent and lightly rested his nose upon her forearm.
Supporting the queen's wrist with one hand and her elbow with the other, he slowly descended toward her bare skin and breathed in...
A scent sweeter than flowers and candles seeped into his nose. In an act that others dared not even dream of, Delin fell into the queen's sweet, intoxicating presence.
"How is it?"
"I-it's nice... a really nice scent..."
"Oh my, I didn't actually ask you to evaluate my scent..."
The queen smiled. At that smile, Delin's face flushed crimson.
Something about her... was different from all the women he had met so far. Every single word and every little gesture felt as if it were drawing his very core into her.
"Ah, I'm sorry! I just, without thinking..."
"You're cute. How old are you?"
"Twenty... or so..."
"Pardon? Hmm... that's curious. You look far younger, you know?"
Once again, she laid Delin down. This time, their bodies overlapped. The empty space that had existed between them vanished, and now they felt each other's warmth directly.
"Have you ever had relations before?"
"Ah... a few times, I suppose..."
"Oh dear. That's a shame. Since it's my first time, I had hoped my partner would be a first-timer as well."
The queen brought her face right up to his. At a distance where just a little closer would make their noses touch, she spoke in a whisper.
"Was it good?"
"Uh... I'm not sure..."
"Saying you don't know won't do. Think carefully. Was it good?"
Within the queen's question, Delin revisited the past. Meeting Philmark and getting fucked like a dog, being used by her underlings, being used by Neva on the bed, being dragged off and used by the witches, being captured and used by Kaede-ssi...
"How about it?"
"I think... it wasn't good..."
"It wasn't good? Truly?"
"Uh... yes. I think it was too different from what I had imagined."
"Saying that makes me feel rather covetous."
The queen lowered her lips. That soft, warm contact tickled Delin's lips.
"Do you know? I have kept putting it off for a very long time until now. I am most eagerly anticipating it. Will it, I wonder, be different from the thoughts and expectations I have harbored?"
There was no need to ask what she had been putting off. Because the moment the queen finished speaking, she shed her clothing layer by layer.
"W-wait a moment! Just a moment..."
Yet even so, Delin opened his mouth while pinned beneath the queen. He did not wish to break the atmosphere that hovered on the very brink of consummation, but he had to speak.
"P-please... be gentle... I beg you..."
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Perhaps because the queen had been aroused beforehand, she was able to insert Delin's member without any trouble,
and although a faint trace of blood seeped out, the joyful fluids produced by their coupling soon washed away the crimson pain.
"I-it feels good... truly..."
Lying on the bed, Delin spilled the pleasure and satisfaction of the continuous climaxes from his lips.
He was not quite sure why he had confessed so honestly. Perhaps it was the influence of the servants' crash-course tutoring that had been conducted before the queen's arrival. Or perhaps the queen's very presence had simply overwhelmed him...
Yet not a single word he uttered contained any falseness.
Was it because of all those past times—being handled roughly, fucked like a dog, tossed around here and there?
He had grown far too accustomed to the act of pressing skin against skin. Now, in his exchanges with women, he no longer focused on emotions like displeasure or helplessness, but rather on the happiness brought about by their soft, voluptuous bodies.
"It's so, haaah... so good..."
To him, who had grown used to every manner of stimulation beyond all limits, ordinary woman-on-top sex had become a most [considerate] form of sex.
The countless rapes and gang rapes he had endured until now had gone and rewritten his mind.
Now, several months since being dragged into this other world, Delin was gradually adapting to it...
Just as a wife who is beaten every day feels grateful to her husband when she gets through a single day unscathed, his body too had reached a point where it was simply thankful so long as there was no extreme sexual exploitation or violence.
"It's so goo... ood... haaah..."
Of course, he wasn't enjoying sex solely for some bullshit reason like that—it was also because sex with an attractive partner of the opposite sex was sweet by its very nature.
He could not resist the curves of a woman's body, the mildly sweet scent, the wrinkled hole that spread open prettily as if beckoning him inside.
And his body had long since forgotten how to resist women. Every woman he had met so far possessed the physique and abilities to overwhelm him, so there was not even room to dispute that they were the ones who held the initiative in their relations.
"I think I'm gonna cumm... it's gonna come out... haahnn..."
In woman-on-top sex where the initiative is surrendered, there was a [weariness] that continued until the man collapsed from exhaustion,
but in this sex with the queen, Delin felt no such weariness at all.
Rather, just like the original meaning of [woman-on-top sex] back in his own world, his cock went in deeper... the man lay below and comfortably felt pleasure... he only received such positive sensations.
Why was that?
The reason, perhaps, was that unlike the other women, the queen's sex was sex meant to satisfy Delin.
She never once coerced him. They were simply enjoying sex together.
"Haahnn...! I'm coming... haaah..."
"So this is how it feels. It's more enjoyable than I imagined, you know?"
The queen smiled. Her benevolent smile once again enveloped Delin below, as if caressing him.
"I-I... really liked it too..."
"It was good, wasn't it? The same goes for me."
The queen held Delin with her ample breasts. Burying his face in the soft valley of the queen's bosom gave him a satisfaction that could not possibly be described in words.
'It feels like being hugged by a marshmallow...'
Happiness. Sweetness. Coziness.
In that gentle sex where only positive words came to mind, Delin finished his intimate relations with the queen.
Perhaps because the queen was a busy person, she did not touch him after the single ejaculation, and because of that, Delin too could lie comfortably and rest.
Having finished sex with Kaede—not to mention Chichi—on numerous occasions, Delin might have ended up sniffling and begging her to stop if the queen had continued their relations just a little longer.
But the queen did not touch him further. On the contrary, she remarked that he looked terribly tired, and even said that he had worked hard carrying out their intimate relations.
Of course, even during his rest, several servants and maids periodically entered to check on the queen's condition and confirm the results of their coupling, but such things did not particularly concern him.
Because even if a slightly unpleasant and fearful feeling arose, the moment the queen held him again with her benevolent smile and her bosom, those feelings were washed away very, very quickly...