The Calm Before the Storm
"The calm before the storm, was it?"
The emperor of the empire, Serena Lionel of Eterion, sat on her bedroom bed and murmured softly. By her side was her loyal subordinate, the Guard Captain.
"Mmgh... Yes, that's right... Ah... ♥"
"It's soon. The war will end soon."
The emperor's voice was filled with ecstasy. The future where the war's end was becoming clearly visible, and the sensation of that immense pressure vanishing—it filled her with joy. The moment of liberation from that crushing weight was right around the corner.
The emperor fondled the Guard Captain's cock lovingly as she asked,
"How's the army faring?"
"Hngh... Ah, yes."
The Guard Captain wiped the sweet breast milk from her lips and replied.
"Yes, the Imperial Dragon Knights, Blue Harpoon Knights, Treasury Collection Division, War Ministry Special Task Force, and ten other legions besides. Totaling 1.2 million troops."
"Heh, it's been ages since we mobilized an army this massive."
"Over a hundred years. The nations that could oppose our empire were all crushed by the elves back then, and lately, we've had peace thanks to the common enemy called the Maou."
"Right, that's true."
The emperor smiled and gripped the Guard Captain's cock a bit harder. The thickness that fit in one hand, the fragile durability that twitched and leaked precum at the slightest touch, the absolutely inadequate length. Nothing about it satisfied her. If only her breasts or ass were big enough to rub or suck on, but even that was impossible.
'Still.'
Still, because they'd been together since childhood, this was why she kept her by her side.
'I miss Master.'
What was Master doing right now? Had she arrived at the Maou Castle by now? No, knowing her, she was probably having a thorough romp with the snow woman.
'So many rivals~'
The emperor gave a small smile. There were many rivals. But it didn't bother her much. After all, Master had personally dubbed her 'Onahole No. 3.'
"Your Majesty."
"Hm?"
"Is the baby alright? In the early stages of pregnancy, you shouldn't overdo it..."
"Hahaha, the Guard Captain is so kind."
The emperor lowered her head to gaze at her belly, hidden behind her massive breasts. She pulled her left hand away from stroking the Guard Captain's head and slipped it between her breasts, feeling the slight, very slight swell of her belly. Focusing her mind, she sensed a faint pulse. Another mana signature stirring within her body.
"I'm fine. I have magic and holy arts."
"If that's the case... It's Kairan the Hero's child, right?"
"Yeah. Master's baby."
"...Master. Well, the next emperor, Your Majesty. That child will be."
At the Guard Captain's words, the emperor nodded quietly.
'...When this child grows up, I'll pass on the throne... And then go to Master.'
Go to Master and live like a pampered puppy—that was the emperor's quiet vow.
"Hehe."
"That's the face of someone planning to become a dog after abdicating the throne."
"Hahk! Y-You saw through me...!"
"I've been by Your Majesty's side for years. I'd be an idiot if I didn't notice that much."
The emperor stared intently at the Guard Captain. Blinking her eyes innocently, she finally burst into laughter. A light, pleasant "hahaha" filled the bedroom, where only the two of them were.
"You're right."
The emperor laughed.
"Yeah, then. Shall we become puppies together?"
"...That doesn't sound bad."
The Guard Captain laughed along. It was a laugh that felt like returning to their childhood, after so long.
The Holy Kingdom. More precisely, the Theocracy of the Sacred Faith. The nation of those who worship the goddess Lumiel. The neutral power overseeing the continent, ruled by the Pope, the last disciple of the gods.
"Your Holiness the Pope. Let us begin the meeting."
"Ah, yes. Begin."
Shortly after the Holy Kingdom, which had maintained strict neutrality up to now, declared full participation in the war against the Maou Army, the top brass convened a meeting immediately.
Gazing at the Pope, bound to the ceiling and sprinkled with holy water, the cardinals began sharing their opinions one by one. Whenever focus waned during the meeting, they'd refresh Her Holiness's mind with holy water, carrying on the long conference with devout zeal.
"How many troops can we deploy immediately?"
"Ten divisions of holy knights centered on the Heresy Inquisition Ministry. Just under 100,000 troops."
"Armament?"
"Perfect."
All factories in the Holy Kingdom operating at maximum capacity, with even outsourcing to the Empire and other nations to fill shortages—the latest weapons prepared to the utmost. 100,000 troops armed with those would suffice. They couldn't engage the Four Heavenly Kings directly, but enough to harass them thoroughly. The High Priest of the Faith Doctrine Ministry nodded heavily.
"The Holy Kingdom has proclaimed neutrality all this time. To preserve the order and peace of this continent. But now, with the divine oracle descended, we must raise sword and gun high to protect peace and order."
Panting roughly, the Pope spoke.
Her massive breasts dangled long from the cross piercing on her chest, yet the Pope continued in a voice free of moans.
"Our Holy Kingdom is strong. Not solely because the Lord watches over us. Because we, and our brothers and sisters, firmly believe in one another."
The Pope's eye, covered by an eyepatch, seemed to sparkle.
"Set forth. It is a holy war to slay the great evil."
If not for her being bound to the ceiling, one cardinal thought, they might have worshipped her as a god instead.
The northernmost tip of the continent. Maou Castle.
A long creaking sound echoed.
"O-Ohok ♥"
Rahatrik shook her hips roughly, letting out moans. The blue flames replacing her head flickered precariously. They roared fiercely, then quieted, repeating the cycle.
The Maou's cock churned wildly inside her belly. Even an undead, numb to nearly all stimuli including sexual ones, trembled in pleasure at its power.
"Hi-Hook ♥"
Despite having no good memories of cocks or sex, just a taste made her crave it uncontrollably.
"Ma-Maou-sama ♥ Aa ♥"
"..."
"L-Loyalty... ♥"
Rahatrik shuddered. It felt like her nonexistent brain was quaking.
'Soon. Just a little more.'
Her words were still few, but at least she no longer seemed like a fool as before. It was almost time. Soon, the true Maou would descend.
"A-Aa... C-Coming... Cumminggg ♥"
"..."
"Hng, heek ♥ Ma-Maoou cock... Insane... ♥"
With a pyuuurtt!, love juices gushed out. Rahatrik, feeling her insides filled with semen, sank into bliss.
Rahatrik savored the afterglow. Slowly shaking her hips, she felt the pleasure spreading through her body.
"How long do you plan to keep this up?"
Rahatrik turned her head, hips still slickly grinding, to look back. At the direction of her gaze, leaning against the wall by the Maou's chamber door, stood Seraphila. Her small nipples perked stiffly, love juices dripping between her thighs.
Gazing at Seraphila, who seemed a bit peevish, Rahatrik replied in a moan-mixed voice.
"Hup... Hoo... ♥ Until she's satisfied."
"...Impressive loyalty."
Did she really think she knew when the Maou was satisfied? Seraphila let out a hollow chuckle and glanced at the Maou lying on the bed. No former poise or power. Her mind regressed, handling strength immaturely. Like a child with uncontrollably vast power and an enormous cock. Or perhaps better now? Even so, far from her prime.
Yet her lust remained, never truly sated despite calling in Rahatrik, herself, and sometimes other Maou Army commanders for relief. They always collapsed first from exhaustion.
"The Maou isn't satisfied, I said?"
"E-Even so... I can't just... Oohok ♥"
"Isn't this just self-satisfaction?"
Seraphila moved her sharp bony hand as she spoke. A hint of playfulness laced her voice.
"Well, enough joking."
Seraphila shifted her tone and continued. With a light gesture, letters and diagrams summarizing the current situation appeared before Rahatrik's eyes.
"The Empire and Holy Kingdom have begun their march."
"Troops?"
"Empire 1.2 million, Holy Kingdom 100,000. Add in the other kingdoms... Roughly 1.4 million rabble."
"Just a bunch of disorganized mobs despite the numbers."
"Exactly. The real threats are the few dozen, including Sword Masters and hero parties."
Seraphila eyed Rahatrik. Through her translucent body, the Maou's cock twitched visibly. Perhaps. Just perhaps. Rahatrik's oath of loyalty wasn't for saving her life, but for that cock.
After all...
'Maou-sama. Won't you fuck me?'
'Hah, there are pleasures in this world one shouldn't experience.'
"Tch. Wrap it up soon. I want a turn too."
"But the Maou hasn't accepted you...?"
"That's why I'm gonna pounce now."
"Do your job."
At Rahatrik's words, Seraphila pouted but obeyed. Not because of Rahatrik's authority. She needed to confirm the spell separating high-threat forces and cram the overall strategy into her head.
'Not scared at all.'
Absolutely not.