Ep.4 - The Queen (4)
Ep.4 - The Queen (4)
The training continued without a single pause.
There wasn't even the briefest break. Whenever there was officially a [break], he was always held in the Queen's arms while her hands roamed relentlessly over his cock.
Her soft, elegant touch tormented Delin without mercy, regardless of time or place.
"So, Archbishop Helen still hasn't arrived?"
"No, Your Majesty. The messenger reported she stopped at some rural village to rest..."
"Well, that person has always been that way."
Even while conversing with her subordinates, the Queen's training of Delin persisted.
Rubbing, groping,
pressing firmly on the point where his semen emerged and then releasing,
rubbing the responsive underside of the glans back and forth with her thumb,
wrapping her palm around the entire head and twisting it this way and that...
"Hyaaak... hik..."
Thus she conducted the training, branding each lesson into him.
"Have you done some reflecting by now, my little puppy?"
Delin nodded desperately. He no longer had the capacity to endure.
With the other women, if they were satisfied, they at least granted him a reprieve, but the Queen never seemed to weary of these acts, granting Delin not a single moment of respite.
"Strange. You claim you've reflected, yet this is still all swollen up like this, isn't it? I shall count exactly 20 seconds, so you must calm it down within that time. One, two..."
Another impossible command followed.
The Queen toyed with and tormented Delin's cock with those lingering, sticky touches,
and now she ordered him to endure that torment and forcibly quell his standing erection within 20 seconds.
"Euheup! Eueup!"
Delin shook his head.
Through action, he expressed the sheer impossibility of it in place of words.
But such protests meant nothing to the Queen.
"Already 10 seconds have passed."
Before the watching eyes of the other women, she now tormented his cock with both hands outright, clearly determined to make Delin ejaculate no matter what.
The hands of the beautiful Queen, hands that had received countless treatments over a lifetime, now dominated Delin's vulgar organ and played with it as they pleased.
Delin's mind went blank.
The sensation of impending ejaculation surged in,
and along with that sensation, a rush of anxiety also flooded through him.
"Keuheup...! Keup...!"
His hips reflexively thrust forward.
And with that, semen arced far away.
Delin had just completed his eighth ejaculation of the day.
"Euheup... heup..."
The sun still hung high in the sky.
The day was long, and the Queen's training knew no end.
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Time passed...
On the third day since the training began,
"Now then. Since you have listened well so far, I shall grant you a reward today."
The Queen brought some robed woman into their private training chamber.
Delin worried about what fresh torment awaited him,
but the robed woman immediately cast some kind of magic, gave the Queen a respectful bow, and promptly left.
"...?"
Delin, who had been squeezing his eyes shut, reopened them and inspected his body.
Nothing was wrong.
"How does it feel?"
But there was one difference from before...
No matter what he tried to say to the Queen, no sound emerged from his mouth!
"Excellent."
The Queen, wearing a satisfied smile that suggested this was precisely the effect she desired...
untied Delin's gag! At last!
"...!"
The moment the gag came off, Delin opened and closed his mouth frantically, shouting 'Load' repeatedly,
but the ability refused to activate for words not spoken aloud.
Ah. Good God!
Not a single sound left his mouth.
Whatever magic the mage had cast, no matter how he moved his mouth and tongue or strained his throat... no sound came out.
"Oh dear. What was he trying to say? Clearly, he was trying to say 'Save,' wasn't he?"
The Queen smiled brilliantly.
But in the face of that beautiful smile, Delin could only tremble, clasp his hands together, and grovel in desperation.
"No. Forget it. It seems our Delin cannot learn his lesson after just once or twice."
For the entire remainder of that day, the Queen personally trained Delin with her hands and mouth, making him come over and over again.
Until he could no longer even open his mouth...
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The next day.
Delin was granted his first mealtime. Naturally, it was no ordinary meal.
Having been starved for days and ravenously hungry, he lunged for it the instant the Queen held out the bowl, but she immediately yanked the leash to check him and, holding him there, spoke with absolute authority.
"You tried to eat without your Master's permission. Does that make any sense?"
The Queen instantly flipped the bowl over and personally ground the spilled food beneath her foot.
Our Delin, tears streaming down his face as he watched, wasted his first mealtime in that unfortunate manner,
and after several hours of relentless [training], when lunchtime arrived again, he waited patiently for the Queen's command.
"You learned well. That's right."
The Queen affectionately stroked Delin's head and chin this way and that,
and even while being stroked, Delin stared fixedly at the food bowl, screaming internally, 'Now please just let me eat!' But—
"...Hmm. Your Master is speaking, and your eyes are elsewhere?"
Even the second bowl was pointlessly overturned.
Fuck.
Delin, still unable to make a sound, sobbed wordlessly and stared at the mercilessly trampled food.
The urge to shove even that ruined food into his mouth burned like a chimney fire,
but the Queen remained firm.
"If you eat it... you know what will happen, correct?"
Delin had no choice but to nod.
Again!
From noon until evening, the training was carried out once more,
and throughout that entire period, Delin thought only of dinner and endured with all his might.
Thus arrived the third mealtime! The third food bowl!
Like an anxious puppy, Delin whimpered and whined near the Queen's knees, on the verge of tears.
"So cute. Oh, so adorable... Are you very hungry?"
I'm so fucking hungry...
I feel like I'm going to die like this...
"You will obey well from now on, won't you? Right?"
Delin nodded with all his strength, pleading with the Queen.
The Queen gazed at Delin with those adoring eyes again,
and at last, entrusted him with the bowl.
"There. Eat comfortably. You endured well."
By now, Delin no longer cared that it was a tray indistinguishable from a dog bowl,
nor did he have the composure to be concerned about eating on all fours, face down, shoveling it in.
He was simply so famished that all he wanted was to eat something, right now.
"So cute... our puppy..."
Even while he devoured his meal like an animal, the Queen continued to stroke Delin's head with affectionate hands.
They say you shouldn't bother even a dog while it's eating,
but Delin was currently in a state far more wretched than any neighborhood cur...
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After the meal concluded,
the Queen immediately took hold of Delin's leash and strolled about here and there.
The portion in the bowl had been pathetically insufficient, and Delin still felt the pangs of hunger,
but he didn't dare entertain the thought of voicing such a complaint.
He had been reduced to a state of being grateful just to be allowed to eat at all.
Well, after being drained relentlessly for days without eating properly, it was only natural he would grow that desperate.
"Hmm?"
But this Queen, with her uncanny intuition,
sensed even the hunger and disappointment he tried so hard to conceal.
"It seems the food was insufficient?"
Delin feared that once again the Queen would deem him impertinent, yank the leash, and begin a sticky handjob or start sucking him off,
but unexpectedly, the Queen merely stroked his head gently without a particular word and headed straight for the bedroom.
"Now then... I shall have to ponder whether to grant you a snack."
During the evening hours, when the day's fatigue set in, she always went to the bath after their walk,
but the reason she now headed straight for the bedroom was clear.
"My puppy..."
Having pulled the leash and summoned Delin right before her, she immediately issued a command.
"Since you can use your mouth and tongue now... shall you lick your Master diligently?"
Lick?
She said lick?
"All dogs do that, don't they? My puppy should lick too."
Watching the Queen remove her shoes and present her pale feet, Delin hesitated for a moment.
But his hesitation faded quickly.
The expression of the Queen lying down had already become 'that expression,' the one no different from the other women's, the one that hungered for Delin...
"I said lick."
Just as her expression began to harden, about to shift into the Queen's characteristic stern face,
Delin hurriedly began to lick the foot she had thrust right up to his face.
"That's it... I have licked you many times, so my puppy should lick me in return... heut..."
The Queen, her face flushed, savored Delin's awkward service.
Delin, who had ample experience being devoured in countless ways but almost none in pleasuring a woman's body with his tongue— and the very first place he had to lick was her foot...!
And no less than the soft foot of a Queen who spent every day receiving the finest massages and care!
Delin soothed himself as best he could and diligently licked her foot.
There is no choice but to lick this. There is no choice...
"This time, the other foot... that's right..."
Delin worked hard, sucking both feet with his tongue and mouth.
The feet, carrying a faint tartness yet deeply imbued with the Queen's rich scent, soon glistened with saliva.
"Stop."
The Queen gave the command.
She withdrew her feet and grasped both of Delin's cheeks, forcing him to meet her gaze.
"This time..."
Her emerald eyes turned strangely suggestive as they bore into Delin.
Delin knew that look all too well.
The lewd gaze he had constantly received, without regard for time or place, from other women ever since crossing into this other world...
"You know what to do, right?"
With a thoroughly twisted smile, the Queen pulled Delin inside her dress.
Inside that garment, saturated with the Queen's heady scent, Delin felt the stifling heat and struggled,
but her hands didn't stop, pulling Delin all the way between her thighs and pressing his nose into that damp place.
"Serve me quickly, quickly... obey your Master, heut...!"
The Queen gasped raggedly and wrapped her legs around the nape of Delin's neck.
With nowhere left to escape, Delin tried to say he couldn't breathe, that she should at least lift this dress off him, but...
Not a sound escaped his mouth.
And so, given no other choice,
he began his service within the lewd heat of this otherworldly woman, a heat that numbed his very mind.