Week 3 Epilogue - The Princess's First (Philia the Blood) (2)
A one-night stand. The thought brought a laugh to her lips. To think that she, who had always looked upon those who threw their bodies around with nothing but disgust, would end up having a one-night stand herself. Well, he was still a scion of the Pawen family, and being on friendly terms with them wasn't a bad thing. He was cute enough, at least. Even if she became Grand Duchess, she would still need an heir. He was kind, and from what she'd heard, he wasn't lacking in any significant way. On top of that, she quite liked the taste of his blood.
Philia shook her head, cutting off the stream of thoughts. Starting next year, she would be returning to Rumania. From then on, it would be all-out war.
“Nngh… hng… ah…”
When she moved her body, she felt the seed of the Pawen boy she had met for the first time sloshing inside her belly. Philia clenched her teeth and barely managed to suppress the climax that threatened to lift her off the ground.
“Are you all right, Princess?”
Philia’s small frame trembled violently. At the same time, she barely managed to steady her swaying body. Seeing the concerned look in the Elvenheim ambassador’s eyes, she let out a quiet sigh of relief in her heart. The ambassador had stayed by her side throughout the banquet, fulfilling his role perfectly, yet the knowledge that she was doing something even a streetwalker wouldn’t do sharpened her nerves to a razor’s edge. Everything could fall apart in an instant. That sense of crisis was what kept her upright.
“To think I would misstep like that. How absurd. Yes, I’m fine.”
And then there were those ridiculous moments during the banquet when she had reached climax. If anyone had noticed, everything would have been over for her. The banquet still had a long way to go. Philia stared at the unmoving clock and clenched her fists.
The banquet ended deep into the night. Though vampires were called the kings of the night, the conversations in the social hall drained far too much mental energy. She had to confirm whether the man smiling and chatting with her had betrayed her or was still loyal. She memorized the reports she had prepared for a year, cross-checked every word the other party said, and then another person would approach. Boring, irritating, suffocating conversations continued for over fourteen hours. Because she could not confidently claim to be superior to Asmos, she had no choice but to keep running until the day she died.
Philia, who had stayed from the start of the banquet until the very last seat, dragged her legs that felt like they might give out at any moment and leaned against a chair.
“My lady, why don’t you take off your clothes and rest?”
“I’m tired…”
Dmitr, dressed in a maid uniform, sat beside Philia and slowly stroked her back.
“Shall I undress you?”
She was a naughty maid who had run away from her duties, but Philia nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Hngh… wait… ah… wait!!”
Even as Dmitr loosened the shoulder straps and pulled the dress down, Philia stayed still. She realized that her belly was still filled with the sticky fluid that had become one with her body, and she clutched the dress tightly. More precisely, when Dmitr’s hand brushed past her stomach, she felt the slick liquid overflowing from her panties that could no longer hold any more moisture.
“My lady?”
Under Dmitr’s gaze, Philia hardened her expression and gripped the slipping dress even tighter. Had she noticed? Philia swallowed dryly. Had she heard the moan just now? If she was found out, what would happen? Countless thoughts raced through her mind, but when she saw Dmitr looking at her with eyes like an abandoned puppy, Philia forced herself to continue speaking as if nothing were wrong.
“I can do it myself. I’m capable of it…”
“It’s been a long time since you returned. Please let me attend to you. Serving you is my job, after all.”
Perhaps because this was the moment she had been preparing for all year, she hadn’t had time to worry about her own body. No—had she simply grown used to the semen writhing inside her and the climaxes that came intermittently? If Dmitr knew that she had spent the entire banquet with a man’s seed filling her womb, how would she look at her? Philia gripped the hem of her dress even harder. The fabric was so wrinkled that “crumpled” was an understatement.
“I’ll do it alone. I’m not a child anymore.”
“Are you sulking?”
The usual spoiled Philia was nowhere to be seen. Faced with the cold, distant princess pushing her away, Dmitr pouted her lips in disappointment.
“I’m not sulking. Just leave me alone, will you?”
Even though Philia was holding the dress up, Dmitr kept tugging it downward little by little. If Dmitr forced the issue, she could have stripped her, but seeing those cat-like smiling eyes, Philia felt a small measure of relief.
“You’re sulking because of that Pawen brat from yesterday, aren’t you?”
“I said I’m not!”
“You are! You are sulking! I’m sorry! But he was from the Pawen family… I didn’t do it on purpose either…”
At Dmitr’s excuses, Philia let out a small sigh and spoke as if the words were spilling out on their own, still clutching the hem of her dress.
“I really am not sulking, I’m not angry, and I don’t care at all. Can’t you just let go? Marei wasn’t angry either. He said it didn’t matter… so…”
“Really? You mean it? Right?”
“Yes, so hurry up and leave.”
“Really? Truly?”
“Really!!”
Philia finally managed to push Dmitr out and shut the door firmly. The moment the tension left her body, the strength in the hand holding the dress also gave way. The half-removed dress slipped to the floor. At the same time, Philia sank down in front of the door.
Until the early part of the banquet, she had been terrified that the sticky foreign substance writhing inside her belly would leak out. Now, the clumps of semen clinging stubbornly to her womb felt so familiar that they seemed to have become one with her body. When she quietly removed her soaked panties, the fabric—now blackened from absorbing too much liquid—barely covered her sex. The edges of the panties had dried together with the semen, sticking to her skin like glue. When she pulled them down, they came away with a sticky tearing sound. Once she dragged them all the way to her thighs, the white semen that had filled her womb began to pour out in thick, jelly-like globs, forcing its way past her tightly closed entrance.
“Ah…”
The sight of the semen, still warm with body heat, spilling over her mound made Philia draw a sharp breath. An inexplicable sense of emptiness and a spine-chilling sensation washed over her. At the same time, her now-relaxed lower body expelled the semen even more violently.
“Hngh… ah… nngh…”
—Squelch… squelch… spurt… spurt…
The sudden pressure on her belly made Philia’s small body curl forward. As the tension left her, she vomited out every drop of semen she had been carefully holding inside her womb. The trembling in her thighs wouldn’t stop. No—her entire body was shaking.
“W-wait… stop… ah… ahh… ugh…!”
Unlike others, her body didn’t stop even at the word “wait.” It kept spitting out the semen as if determined to expel every foreign substance from her belly. The stream overflowed from the lowered panties and spilled onto the floor.
—Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.
“Don’t… don’t… augh… hng… hng… just a moment… please…!”
Philia begged her own body, but it moved as it pleased, relentlessly pumping out the semen inside her. Her usually tight entrance opened on its own and vomited out the milky-white jelly she had swallowed all day. Her thighs trembled violently as her body twisted on its own, and the semen poured out with wet, gurgling sounds. Her soft thighs parted slightly to expel a large amount, then closed again from the recoil, letting the semen trickle down before spreading once more to gush out again.
—Squelch… squelch… squelch…!
Countless sticky threads stretched between her thighs.
“Hic… hic…! Hic…! Ah, ahh, my belly, my belly, hngh…! Hic…!”
The semen now shot out in long, forceful streams. Philia twisted her body in front of the door, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure. She covered her mouth with both hands.
—Squelch… squelch… squelch…!
“Hngh… s-stop…! Stop it…! I-I hate this… augh… nngh…!”
Philia couldn’t even hold her body upright. She leaned against the door, crying out in resistance against the pleasure, but her body only convulsed violently. No matter how tightly she covered her mouth, she couldn’t stop the moans from escaping. She felt as if she could hear Marei’s rough breathing by her ear. The sensation of floating made her blurt out the same shameless words she had said last night.
Her vision flashed white. Philia realized she was sitting on the floor.
“Gah… gahh…! Ugh…! Hng…! Hng…!”
The liquid flowing from her sex had turned half-transparent. Her entrance, which she wished would stay closed, narrowed little by little as it expelled the last of the clear fluid. She collapsed onto the puddle of semen.
“I-I hate this… ugh… please… kgh… hng…! Haaah…!”
A sharp, cat-like cry tore from between her small lips. Philia, unable to see clearly, could only tremble uncontrollably. The shaking wouldn’t stop. No—if anything, it felt even better. The floating sensation wouldn’t end.
—Drip… drip…
It was incontinence. Philia covered her face with both hands and laughed as she lay on the floor divided by a line of semen. It was so warm. So happy. And that made her angry.
“Ahah… haha… hah… Damn it…”
With a strange sense of liberation, she let out a hot sigh as she watched the yellowish liquid flow down onto the floor stained with semen and love juices. She was lying on top of it.
“Damn it… damn it… damn it…”
To think she couldn’t even control her own body and had wet herself. Philia bit her lip hard. She felt like she was getting addicted. That made it even more dangerous. Was sex really this pleasurable? When she heard stories from the other girls, it hadn’t sounded like this.
“My lady? Lady Philia?”
At the same time, Dmitr’s voice came from beyond the door. Philia forced her unmoving body to rise and reached out to grab the doorknob tightly. The metal was terribly cold. Had the handle always been this cold?
“I’m fine…! Don’t open it!!”
When she heard the doorknob turning, Philia pushed the door with all her strength and locked it. The temperature in the room felt far too low. Her body wouldn’t stop trembling. Maybe it was because of her clothes, soaked through with semen.
“I just heard a scream! Are you really all right, my lady!?”
“I’m fine! I said I’m fine!!”
Her heart was pounding so hard she felt it might be audible through the door. She looked at the miserable sight spread before her. The long dress that reached her ankles was stained with sticky fluid. Thick, jelly-like semen slowly trickled down her thighs following gravity. In this maddening situation, her body had no strength left. Strangely, she felt like laughing. It was as if both her body and mind had broken.
“My lady?”
“Don’t open it! I told you not to open it!!!”
Philia stood unsteadily, clutching the doorknob, and forced her pitifully trembling legs to move. Her heart was still pounding violently, asserting its presence. The mere thought of Dmitr opening the door made her body shake pitifully. She refused to let go of the doorknob.
—Click. Click. Click.
Dmitr was turning the handle. Philia gritted her teeth.
“I was just checking something for a moment. It’s not dangerous, I just… I just got startled and screamed. So go. Go away! I want to be alone.”
“Really… you’re really all right…? Philia…?”
She had told her to call her “my lady.” At the sound of Dmitr calling her by name, Philia let out a long sigh. She had known Dmitr for a long time. Calling her by name meant she was asking as a friend, not as a servant. That was a relief. It didn’t seem like she would force her way in.
“I’m fine, so go back. I want to be alone today.”
After hearing Dmitr’s affirmative reply and her footsteps fading away, Philia sank down once more onto the floor stained with slick liquid. The fishy smell made her want to vomit. But the shallow puddle of semen spilled on the floor was so warm. After staying still for a long time, Philia slowly rose from the sticky puddle clinging to her body. She stared blankly at the clump of semen that no longer held any warmth. Until just moments ago, it had felt like something had possessed and bound her, but now it was nothing. It was as if she had been under some kind of spell. Her mind had been completely blank, so she hadn’t been able to do anything. Finally, she began to act rationally. She got up, washed her body lightly, wiped the floor several times with clothes that could serve as rags, and burned everything. Yet the lingering scent of night-blooming flowers and that strange fishy smell clearly reminded her that this was reality.
Tomorrow the banquet would continue. To move according to plan at the banquet, she needed to sleep.
‘Philia, you’re quite lewd.’
The boy’s voice wouldn’t stop. Strangely, tears welled up. She didn’t know why. After washing her body several times and lying in bed, all she could do was cry quietly and force herself to sleep that wouldn’t come.
‘The high elves…’
The words the half-elf ambassador from Elvenheim had spoken came to mind, and she laughed.