A Fresh Widow

Rienna's cunt was nothing like the noble dignity she wore on her face. Having borne two strapping sons, her folds had taken on a faint brownish stain, and her inner lips fluttered like a pair of wings.

Not that they were sloppy, the way a whore's get after years of rolling through a brothel. She'd simply been born with long, winged labia — and that wasn't a bad thing in the slightest. A woman's pussy is her personality. The more variety, the better, as far as I was concerned.

I pinched the flesh of her cunt and shook it this way and that. She screamed like a child. Thanks to the ball gag, all that came out were muffled, desperate grunts.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

Sounded like she wanted me to stop. Naturally, that had never once been a reason for me to actually stop. I kept playing with Rienna's pussy, and Arme watched with an expression of genuine amusement.

"Huh. Her pussy's surprisingly ordinary. It's just a middle-aged woman's cunt. Face looks like she's in her late twenties, but I guess she couldn't pretty this part up."

"It's plenty young for her age. This is a married woman's pussy! And not just that — a steaming-hot widow's pussy, freshly minted. I cannot possibly hold back!"

I shoved my cock into her without a second's hesitation. There was no foreplay whatsoever. The precum beading from my cockhead served as the only lubricant.

Rienna whipped her head from side to side and howled. I seized both of her breasts, drove my hips forward, and mashed my pubic bone against hers. We became one.

"Nngh! The entrance is a little tight, but it takes me all the way to the root! What a deep cunt this is!"

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmmph!"

Two children, and yet this was a long-idle, long-unused hole. I'd known it the moment I pushed in. But a female's sex never forgets a male's cock.

Even a pussy that's been sitting unused for years will gobble a cock down the second you ram one into it.

Her cunt sucked me in, desperate not to let go of a partner it hadn't met in ages. From her pussy's point of view, this was the first proper feast in nearly thirty years.

You really can't judge a cunt by its cover. Hers had that faintly browned, seared-meat color, but the way it greedily milked my cock, you'd have sworn it was a ripe, petal-pink little thing that had only just bloomed.

"I'm cumming! Swallow every last drop with that womb!"

"Mmph! Mmmph!"

She shook her head, tears streaming, as if a creampie was the one thing she absolutely could not accept. I came inside her anyway. Tell me not to do something and I only want to do it more.

Semen erupted in a long, cooling rush. These days my loads had grown so massive I came the way other men pissed.

Fwoooosh!

I poured every drop of my milky white into her cunt. After that thoroughly satisfying shot, I pulled out.

My cock came free with an embarrassingly wet pop, glazed in white. Arme scurried over and closed her mouth around my cockhead.

"Heheh. This is mine~! Slurp. Slurp."

Arme, now fully in blowjob mode, cleaned out even the semen still lingering inside my urethra, leaving nothing behind.

Rienna's body convulsed as if she'd been struck by lightning. Her head lolled left, then right, then sagged backward and went slack. Tears and snot had ruined her makeup completely. Wet with pleasure, Rienna's face was wretched and beautiful all at once.

"Looks like she passed out."

"She took my cock all the way to the womb. Of course she did. While Rienna's out, we have work to do."

I looked over the wreckage of the office.

Count Coulomb, lord of the castle, lay collapsed in a pool of blood leaking from his belly. The lady and the young miss of House Valte were missing their heads. Count Valte himself had fainted with a sword still clutched in one hand, and Rienna was unconscious with foamy white semen smeared all over her cunt. There was more than a little to clean up.

"Alright. I'll do what Master told me."

Arme drew a small vial from her clothes. The Transformation Potion I had given her.

Arme approached Rienna and nicked her thumb with a dagger, just enough to draw blood. She mixed it into the potion.

"Confident you can pull off a convincing Rienna?"

"Of course I am. Who do you think I am? I'm Arme, the master thief. House Coulomb isn't even in my league."

There wasn't a trace of nerves on Arme's face. If anything, it was packed with anticipation.

"Heheh! This'll be the biggest thing I've ever stolen. I can't wait."

She drank the potion. Arme's skeletal frame transformed dramatically. In a matter of moments, she had become Rienna Coulon.

"Ah! Master's cock is up again."

"Hrm. This I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cannot endure."

I pumped three loads each into the pussy and the asshole of Arme-turned-Rienna.

Shocking news slammed into Coulon County like a warhammer. Count Coulomb's obituary. The lord of the territory was dead.

Everyone had known the lord's health had been poor since the territory war. Nobody had expected him to die this suddenly.

And it wasn't a simple death by illness. The lord had been assassinated. The identity of the assassin was more astonishing still.

The affair moved far faster than I had expected.

That Count Valte had murdered Count Coulomb was a fact no one could twist or wriggle out of. Pinning the entire mess on him had been almost too easy. We'd even brought in the Magic Tower and the Mercenary Guild to investigate, and every last one of them reached the same conclusion.

Count Valte was thrown into the dungeons beneath the lord's castle. The underground prison was quite spacious, with a fair number of cells that served well as solitary confinement. That the jail sat so empty was, in its own way, a testament to how well Count Coulomb had governed.

"Gaaah!"

We dumped Count Valte into a cell. With both hands bound in manacles, he couldn't keep his balance and went sprawling. I stepped into the cold stone chamber after him.

"I really must thank you, Count Valte — and not for just one thing. For killing that goddamn daughter of yours, and for shouldering the blame for this entire affair all by yourself. You have my deepest gratitude. I shall never forget your sacrifice."

"Nnngh! You little shit! Do you have any idea who I am?!"

"How could I not? You are Count Valte, are you not?"

"My house will never forgive you. They will tear you to shreds and scatter you across field and sea as monster feed. They will kill every last member of your family. I will see to it you never set foot on this land again!"

He threatened me with the veins standing out on his neck. The sight was so ridiculous I clutched my belly and laughed. I'd been practicing my laugh a great deal lately, and it was coming out almost human.

"Puhahaha!"

"What — what is so damned funny?!"

"How could I not laugh? A fly that's had all its wings torn off, threatening me without a shred of fear — of course I laugh."

"What?! A fly?!"

"You still haven't grasped your situation, I see. You are already finished. As a lord-slayer, your reputation will be ripped to tatters, and your house will collapse. Once I am done with my business here, I fully intend to march on House Valte. The charge is crystal clear! Lord-slaying! What casus belli could possibly be more convenient?"

"You bastard! You think House Valte will fall to some bone that rolled in from nowhere?! Our family's swords will stab you until there is nothing left to stab!"

"Whether they will or won't, you can watch from hell. Because you are going to die here."

"Master! I brought it!"

Rienna's voice came from behind me. Arme, disguised as Rienna. She held out a morning star studded with spikes.

"There was exactly one left in the armory. I did good, right?"

"You did. How stands the house?"

"The retainers are handling everything themselves, nice and orderly. My cover is that I'm so shattered by the shock I've secluded myself in my chambers."

The Mercenary Guild and Magic Tower had already delivered their findings. House Coulomb was in a state of emergency. The Reiss Knights stood ready to march at a moment's notice.

"Train Rienna while I hit House Valte. Too much to do. Well — better busy than bored."

I lifted the heavy morning star. It settled into my palm with a satisfying, perfectly balanced weight. The moment Count Valte saw it, his face went white as paper.

"Th-that… what do you intend to do with that?"

"Take a guess. I'll give you a hint. I truly despise traitors. But there is something I despise even more. Men."

Thud.

The morning star punched through Valte's ankle. He screamed until his throat tore and rolled across the floor.

"I've suffered enough looking at that goddamn face of yours, so I'll stop at an even hundred."

Thud. Thud. Thud.

I swung the morning star. I deliberately avoided the head and chest and other vital organs, and smashed his limbs to pieces as if they were brittle biscuits. A foot bent the wrong way. An arm snapped. A shoulder caved in. By the twentieth blow, Count Valte had been reduced to pulp. Not a single joint in his body remained intact.

Beating a man like a punching bag was more refreshing than I could have imagined. And this one was a villain who had tried to kill me. I didn't feel so much as a speck of guilt.

"Nnngh…! Kill… me…"

By the twentieth blow he was begging for death. I brought the morning star down one last time, a heavy crunch across his back. Dark, clotted blood poured from his mouth.

"Oh? Still not dead. Tough little bastard. Fine. I've done this much for you — you can finish dying on your own."

I shut the iron-barred door and left the solitary cell. Arme, still ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wearing Rienna's face, looked down at the ruined Count Valte.

"That guy. He'll probably last another half a day."

"Then we'll come back tomorrow morning. He should be dead by then, no?"

"Yeah. He'll definitely be dead by then."

And with that, we left the dungeons behind.