Blood and Wedding Bells

"Ahn! Aaahn! Master…! It's too rough! Ahn!"

Nepia's cries of pleasure rang out before the prison cell. The narrow space turned every moan into an echo that bounced off the stone walls.

The cause of those cries was, of course, me. I had stood Nepia—wearing nothing but a garter belt and stockings—in front of one of the cells, hiked one of her legs up from behind, and driven my cock into her pussy over and over.

Squish. Squelch. Squish.

My brutal cock plunged deep into Nepia's tight little pussy. Every thrust made her walls clamp down hard, and beads of her juices dripped to the floor.

"Haaaaaahn! It feels so good…! Master!"

I caught her by the breasts as she threatened to topple sideways and kept pistoning into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her. Slap, slap, slap. The sound of her ass colliding with my hips filled the corridor. I kneaded her B-cup breasts—small enough to fit in one hand, yet springy and addictive.

"Uwaaaaaaah! You son of a bitch!! I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!!"

A short distance away, from the VIP seat that was his prison cell, Terius was having a full-blown seizure as he watched us fuck. He hammered the iron bars with his one remaining arm. When that failed, he smashed his head against them.

Clang! Bang! Bang! Clang!

The bars rattled ominously. I felt not the slightest concern. This prison had been built and designed not by ordinary craftsmen but by dwarf artisans, and it had been reinforced with specialized magical treatments on top of that. Even if Terius went berserk with mana, the cell was not going to break.

"Haahng! Ahn! M-Master…! I'm going to—I'm going to come…! Aaahn!"

"Go ahead. Come. Let that idiot watch you fall apart."

I sped up my hips.

Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Smack!

Her ass flushed a deep red. Her clean-shaven bare pussy had turned just as scarlet.

"Hnnngh, haaaaaaahn!"

With a massive cry she started to collapse forward; I hauled her tight against my chest and came as deep inside her as I could go. From Terius's vantage point it would have been obscenely clear—Nepia's flushed red pussy stretched around my cock, and the tip of my shaft pulsing as it pumped out load after load of cum.

"Hnnngh, aaaaaaah…!"

Spurt, fwoosh, spurt-spurt.

I felt her pussy twitch and spasm. Something wet hit my calf. Her juices, without a doubt.

I didn't let go of her limp body. I kept rolling my hips. Thud, smack, wet slap! I kept churning her pussy. My cum, already filling her, frothed out and ran down her thighs. A familiar sensation.

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"Just like always, I'll paint that pussy of yours white."

"Th-thank you, Master. Hiiiiiik?!"

I slowed my pace and pressed as flush against her as I could. Slowly. I moved like I was spreading my cum along every inch of her inner walls with my cock.

"Aahng! Ahn! Aaaaaahn!"

The speed had dropped, but Nepia's moans ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠only grew louder.

"Aaaaaaaaaaagh! I'll kill you! Yujin Frucus!!!"

Terius screamed. His eyes had rolled back; his forehead and his remaining hand were a bloody mess from battering the bars.

For the past week, I had fucked Nepia in front of Terius for more than four hours every single day.

It's consensual sex, so is it really 'fucking' her?

I looked at Terius.

A man gone mad.

A lunatic.

Manipulating him the way I did Kyle would not be difficult. Terius simply did ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠not possess mental fortitude on Kyle's level.

No reason to bother. If he were as useful as Kyle, maybe.

This was a man who had been frothing at the mouth to kill me. Even if I restored him somehow, there was little chance he would cool down the way Kyle had.

Besides, fighters of Terius's caliber were a dime a dozen in this world. His talent? Enough to become a knight, sure—but nothing exceptional among knights.

"You've got nothing, and you're an idiot on top of it. You're finished. Nepia, you say something too."

"Haaaaah…."

Nepia squirmed in my arms. Drowned in pleasure, she slowly lifted her head and locked eyes with Terius.

The thrashing stopped. The only moments Terius ever went quiet were the ones when his eyes met Nepia's.

"Ne-Nepia! With me! Come with me! You said you would!"

"Terius. What on earth are you talking about? I never said that. And stop it already. Stop bothering Master. We can each just live our own lives—why are you so obsessed with me? I'm sick of it. Terius. Please, just die already."

"How—how can you say that to me?! We were supposed to be together!"

"Haa."

Nepia sighed.

She walked forward. I didn't stop her. My cock slipped free of her pussy with a wet pop.

Nepia walked up to the bars and showed Terius her crotch.

"See my hole? It's been shaped to Master's cock. I'm going to spend the rest of my life with a Master who has real ability and a magnificent cock. I will never, ever be with a talentless, pathetic little prick like you. I'd rather kill myself than be with you. Got it?"

"Ugh…. Nepia…. Nepia, you're so dirty…."

Terius shoved his one hand through the gap in the bars. It managed to poke out, but Nepia stood well beyond its reach.

She looked down at his lower half and sneered. Something was tenting the rag of a pair of pants he wore.

"That's you fully hard, isn't it? It's tiny. My finger's longer. Useless trash."

Having finished mocking him, Nepia came back to me.

"Aaahn! Master! Put it back in! Come on…! This is Nepia's pussy, made just for Master!"

She cooed and swayed her hips. When I only stood there smiling, she moved on her own. Squish. Her pussy slowly swallowed my cock again.

"Uwaaaaaaaaaagh! Yujin Frucus!!"

The next day, Terius was executed. His body was torn apart and dumped outside the mansion. A pack of wild dogs appeared and devoured the corpse. A few scraps of bone rolled about in the dirt afterward.

Baron Glebet sat leaning against the wall of his cell. His face was gaunt; the moment he saw me, he asked:

"I heard Terius was executed yesterday. Is today my turn? If so, please kill me cleanly. I do not wish to die in agony."

"You sound remarkably calm. Aren't you afraid of death?"

Baron Glebet's face twisted. He dropped flat to the floor.

"I'm terrified! I could start bawling right now! Please just spare me! Please! If you spare me I'll do anything! I'll lick your feet if you tell me to, bark if you tell me to! I'll be Lord Yujin's loyal dog! Please spare me!"

"Hmm. Not a particularly tempting offer. I already have far more capable people than you."

"I—I am capable! Yes! I can handle administrative work! And I'm a demon contractor! I swear I will use a demon's power solely for Lord Yujin's sake!"

"I'm already using a demon's power. Vitsol has sworn cooperation."

"Th-that Vitsol? Impossible… a demon would never…."

"Demons aren't absolute beings. And on our side, we happen to have a specialist in torture."

I didn't know exactly what methods Yuria had used. What I did know for certain was that demons were terrified of her.

"Understand? Once Vitsol agreed to work with me, you became useless. Your abilities were Vitsol's to begin with."

Baron Glebet's face went deathly pale.

"Spare—spare me! Please!"

"I already told you. You're useless."

"Panteum! I'll tell you everything I know about Panteum!"

"Vitsol almost certainly knows more than you do."

"Ah… aah…."

Baron Glebet collapsed in despair.

"Well. I suppose I should verify whether the information checks out. Recite everything you know about Panteum. If it proves accurate, I'll kill you comfortably."

"…I'll talk. Please, just let me die easily…."

Two hours later, Baron Glebet was beheaded.

Dong. Dong. Dong.

Sacred bells pealed.

The wedding was held on one of the islands I owned.

Yuria and I walked the aisle arm in arm. Maids had gathered along both sides of the white carpet to offer their blessings. White petals rode the wind and scattered around us.

We reached the center of the island and climbed onto the platform. Fatima, who had been given the role of officiant, congratulated us and delivered the prescribed ceremony. We swore our love.

Afterward, up on that platform in full view of everyone, we kissed. I carefully lifted the veil that covered her face and pressed my lips to hers.

What followed was closer to a festival. Delicious food, lively music, and the finest wine—everyone celebrated.

Yuria and I stayed together until evening, then returned to the bedroom. What a husband and wife were meant to do on their wedding night was already decided.

I threw her onto the bed, stripped completely, and jumped after her.

"Kyaaaaaah!"

A thoroughly enjoyable stretch of time was underway.

More time passed.

War still raged across the continent, but the atmosphere in the mansion was buoyant, utterly divorced from the fighting. Yuria had become my wife, yet she still refused to step down as head maid. It was what she herself wanted. I chose to respect that.

A letter arrived from the main house.

It had been written by Ention himself—Count Frucus, my father in this world—and delivered by a knight.

The letter was as barren as the man: nothing but the point.

Its subject was Kyle. He had apparently figured out that Kyle was with me. Well—no hard proof, only strong suspicion.

The people under Kyle must have noticed and reported it to Ention. Those ones are competent, after all.

I wrote a reply.

Kyle has begun to support me, and the tide has already turned in my favor. The succession struggle will last until the war ends, but this should be enough to bring the vassals around.

I had reached the rank of Aura Master. Ention would acknowledge me. No—he would have no choice but to acknowledge me.

The marriage to Yuria isn't a problem either. She's a Grand Master; refusing would be absurd.

Zent would thrash about, that much was certain. What to do about him.

Killing him would be far too easy. Better to keep him alive. That way he can spend the rest of his life drowning in humiliation. Heh.

With that, the Frucus family business was more or less settled.

While I was earning merit in the war, Princess Aileen built her own faction.

Word of Princess Aileen's formidable political skill had even reached my ears. But the game was already over. In this world, the two things that mattered most—military might and wealth—were mine.

As long as Yuria stood at my side, even if I raised a rebellion, the Rapheli Kingdom would be powerless to stop me.

Princess Aileen. I'll crush that faction of yours piece by piece. And at the end, I'll take you for myself.

Heh. I let out a quiet laugh.

Prince Aiden would be made king exactly as planned and used as a puppet.

Becoming king myself would be far too easy—and this way was more entertaining.

What's left…

The demon association's Panteum.

And King Dulibard of the Cobalt Kingdom.

Panteum was still intact. I intended to wait for the right opening and wipe them out completely.

As for King Dulibard—Yuria had once attached a shadow to him, but it had been destroyed. According to her, there was a strong possibility a dragon stood behind Dulibard.

Take Princess Aileen, then erase both Panteum and the Cobalt Kingdom. Both of them.

After that, there would be no one left in this world who could stand in my way.