The Widow Becomes Mine
"I apologize, my lord. I made a spectacle of myself."
Having composed her emotions, Martina bowed her head as she spoke.
"A spectacle? I saw no such thing. How could a wife shedding tears for her fallen husband ever be called unsightly?"
"…Thank you, my lord."
"Martina. What do you intend to do from here?"
"Nothing will change. I'll go on living as I have, with Silly and Elsie. …Ah. I will return this house to you, my lord. We had only borrowed it until Alphonse came home… and Alphonse will never come home now."
"No need. In my heart I'd give you the house outright… but you wouldn't accept it. Use it until Elsie is grown. I will hear no argument."
"…Thank you. No matter how many times I say it to you, my lord, it never feels like enough. Truly, thank you."
I looked at Martina. She had wiped away every tear, but the rims of her eyes were still red.
I approached her. I seized her upper body, shoved her down onto the bed, and climbed on top of her.
"M-my lord?!"
"Martina. I'll be honest. From the first moment I saw you, I have held you in my heart."
I yanked the blanket aside and tossed it away. She was wearing a loose, billowing dress, and yet her enormous breasts and hips made the contours of her body shamelessly plain.
She thrashed. I caught both her arms and pinned them.
"Y-you mustn't, my lord! I have a husband…!"
"Yes. If Alphonse were still alive… I would never have done this. But Alphonse fell in battle, and you became a widow."
"Stop… please stop, my lord…."
I lowered my head and buried my face against Martina's neck. The sweet scent of her skin stoked my lust.
"Martina. I am going to make you my woman. If you refuse… I will use every power I possess to do it."
"Ah, ah…. My lord…. Don't do this. A lowly woman like me is not worthy of you. Simply holding me would damage your reputation…."
"I already told you. I will use every power I possess to make you mine."
I forced a kiss onto Martina. I pushed my tongue between her lips. Strength flooded into her arms and legs as she tried to resist, but she could not throw off my strength. The power drained from her limbs. At last Martina seemed to abandon resistance, squeezing her eyes shut tight.
I savored her lips and tongue for a long while before ending the kiss. I drew back and looked at her face. Quietly sobbing, tears streaming down, she was pitiful and beautiful at once.
"Martina. Open your eyes."
"……My lord."
"Do you find me so distasteful?"
"It isn't that. It's only that this… this is wrong."
"So you don't dislike me. …Good."
I began undressing her. I undid the ties at the back of her dress and slid the shoulder straps down. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free before me. They were so heavy and soft they sagged outward to either side, and at their centers her rose-pink nipples stood stiff and hard.
"…If anyone ever learned that you held a woman like me… your reputation would suffer, my lord."
"I am a count. No one dares insult me."
"……"
She fell quietly silent.
I stripped the dress from her completely. I peeled away the white panties guarding her sex as well. Spreading her legs, I examined her cunt. Beneath a light dusting of brown pubic hair, her rose-pink folds were slightly parted.
"Martina. As expected — even your cunt is beautiful."
"…My lord. Please finish quickly. Before Silly comes home…."
I touched her cunt. Heat and wetness met my fingers.
"You're already wet. So I wasn't the only one waiting for this moment. That puts me at ease."
I pushed my index finger into her entrance.
"Haaang!"
Martina's body shuddered. I buried my face in her breasts and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Squish, squish. My finger kept working her cunt without pause.
"Martina. I like you. Be my woman."
"…I… hnn, I cannot be your woman, my lord…!"
"That is not the answer I want. Martina, I am the sort of man who cannot rest until he has what he desires. Even if not today, you will become my woman."
I withdrew the hand that had been working her cunt and settled between her legs. I lined my rigidly erect cock against her entrance. Martina looked up at me with a flushed face. Meeting her gaze — a mixture of anticipation and fear — I pushed inside.
"Ah, ahh… ang…!"
Martina clutched the bedsheets and let out a moan. Her face twisted; her massive breasts swayed. I gripped her side with one hand. The soft flesh there, with just a little extra padding, felt good under my palm.
"Haaaaah…!"
My cock sank in to the hilt.
The grip of her cunt was as fine as a virgin's. Whether it was from long abstinence or because her late husband's cock had been small, I couldn't say.
"At last, Martina — I've joined with you. It feels incredible."
"Aaa…. So it's come to this…. Haaang! Ang! My lord! It's too rough! Haah!"
I seized her waist and drove my hips hard.
"Forgive me…. It feels so good I can't stop!"
Slap-slap-slap-slap!
As I ravished Martina, I activated Erogenous Amplification.
Erogenous Amplification
True to the skill I trusted so well, the effect was outstanding. Martina's passive resistance gradually gave way to active participation.
"Martina…!"
"Haaang! My lord…!"
I changed positions. I laid her on her side and lay down behind her. Fondling her breasts, I worked my hips back and forth with vigor. With my other hand I lightly spanked the soft flesh between her ass and thighs.
"Your cunt juice is already dripping out. Martina, how long has it been since you last had sex?"
"That's…."
"Answer me."
"Two years…. It's been two years."
"So that's why this two-year-neglected cunt is so springy and tight."
Slap-slap-slap!
I kept fucking her until the hour Silly was due back. I came inside her three times in total; she climaxed more than seven.
Before Silly returned, I dressed Martina again and laid her on the bed. She drifted off still savoring the afterglow of sex.
Starting tomorrow, I'll keep fucking Martina.
I ran into Silly on her way home. She must have been running; her face was slick with sweat.
"My lord! Are you leaving already? I was just about to prepare dinner… won't you stay and eat?"
"Sorry. I already have a dinner engagement."
"Ah. Then it can't be helped. Please go carefully."
"I will. See you next time."
I smiled and patted Silly's shoulder. She flinched. I saw her nose twitch ever so slightly.
"Silly. What is it?"
"Ah, nothing. I just caught a strange smell."
Given the intense sex I'd just had with Martina, it was no surprise the scent clung to me. I hadn't showered, after all.
"Is that so? I should go wash up, then."
I bid her farewell with an untroubled face and stepped outside.
The next day, and the day after that, I visited the Jefnik house from morning onward.
Whenever Silly took Elsie out to work the fields, I unfailingly ravished Martina as she lay in bed.
"You mustn't! You can't…!"
"Martina. Admit it already. You are my woman."
"My lord, I… hyaaang…!"
When the two of us were alone, tumbling naked across the bed was simply the baseline.
"My lord! My lord! It's your turn!"
Elsie called out cheerfully.
"Already? Hmm. I'd better roll well this time."
I tossed the two dice in my hand onto the table. A three and a five. My piece on the board advanced a total of eight spaces.
"Next is Mom."
"Mm…. R-right…."
Martina took the dice. Her hands trembled violently — because my left hand was fondling her crotch beneath the table, hidden from view.
While I played with Elsie, I secretly tormented Martina sexually the entire time.
"Ang! Ang! My lord! It feels so good…! Your cock is the best!"
"Martina. You are my woman."
"Yes, yesss…! I am your woman, my lord!"
At last she admitted it.
I looked down at her on all fours on the bed, being fucked like a dog, then quietly shifted my gaze sideways. Through the slightly open door, I spotted Silly secretly peeking in at us.
Proceeding step by step, just as planned.
In high spirits, I drove my hips even harder.
"Haaaaaang! My looord!! I'm coming! I'm going to come…!"
"Go ahead, Martina."
"Aaaang!"
The bed was soaked through.
The day of the festival.
Kyle checked his attire in the mirror.
He had dressed not in the clothes of a noble, but in the sort worn by well-to-do commoners. Had he worn noble garb, Silly — whom he was meeting today — would surely have felt burdened.
Studying himself in the mirror, Kyle nodded with satisfaction. Aside from the empty sleeve of his left arm hanging loose, he looked fine in every other respect.
Kyle had planned to propose to Silly at the end of today's festival. Had she been a noble, he would have taken his time getting to know her — but she was a commoner.
Kyle knew that for commoners, romance was a luxury, and so he had decided to propose outright.
He drew a small box from his pocket. Inside was a ring set with a tiny ruby. Giving a ring when proposing had become fashionable of late, so he had prepared one.
He left for the meeting place on schedule. He had arrived early, yet Silly was already there. She was staring blankly up at the sky. For the past several days, Silly had spent a great deal of time staring off into nothing.
"Silly."
"Ah! Kyle!"
"You got here first. Your dress is pretty today. Is it new?"
"This? It was a gift. Someone said it makes me look like a noble… does it?"
Silly spread her arms proudly, as if showing it off. The waist was cinched slim and the skirt was long. The way it emphasized her chest was a little embarrassing — but overall it suited her beautifully. The bright white and black combination gave it a distinctly luxurious air.
"At a glance, you look like a noble young lady. If you had an attendant at your side, people would take you for one without question."
"Really?"
"Why would I lie about something like that?"
"Hearing that makes me happy."
Silly smiled softly. Relieved that she didn't seem put out, Kyle held out his hand.
"Mm? I'm not so young that I need my hand held."
"That's not what I mean. Silly, let me escort you. And it's a festival — the crowds will be thick. If we get separated, it'll be a disaster."
"…Yeah. You're right."
With a faintly ambivalent expression, Silly took Kyle's hand.
Kyle led her along the route he had prepared in advance. They browsed the wares of traveling merchants from outside the territory, then ate pork provided by Count Frucus for lunch. After watching a circus performance, Kyle took Silly toward the Frucus estate.
"Just as I promised — I'll show you around the mansion."
"I-is that really all right?"
"It's fine. I've already received permission. They said we may look around."
Kyle led Silly through the main gate, where soldiers stood on watch. From the very entrance, Silly began letting out gasps of wonder.
"Wow…. So this is Count Frucus's mansion…."
"Big, right? When I was little, the place was so huge I got lost in it. So stick close. Let's start with the garden and the annexes."
Silly's eyes sparkled as she took in the garden.
Kyle, by contrast, looked at it with a bitter face. As a rule, a noble garden was reshaped to the lady of the house's tastes. So this garden, too, would soon be remade according to Yuria's preferences.
They toured the annex where the servants lived and the annex reserved for guests. Every servant they met bowed respectfully to Kyle.
After that they moved toward the main building of the mansion. In front of the main entrance, they ran into Eugene Frucus, who seemed to have just returned home.
Kyle and Silly both stopped short. Silly's eyes went wide with open astonishment; Kyle offered Eugene a slightly awkward smile.
"Eugene."
"Ah, Brother Kyle. It's been a while since we last met face to face. And beside you… of course. The person you were going to show around the mansion was Silly?"
Kyle's face went rigid.
"…You know Silly? How?"
"I have ties to the Jefnik family. Silly — good to see you like this."
"Y-yes, my lord. Ah, hello."
"No need to be so tense. And the dress I gave you as a gift… you're wearing it."
"I-is it strange?"
"Would I gift you a strange dress? It suits you perfectly. As it happens, I have nothing pressing to do… shall I show you around the mansion myself? Brother Kyle — you don't mind, do you?"
"Ah, no. I brought Silly here, so I should be the one to…."
"Silly. What do you think?"
"It would be an honor!"
Silly stepped toward Eugene. He slowly held out his hand, and Silly took it with a shy smile.
"Brother, go rest in your room. Silly — shall I start with the study? There are quite a few interesting things in there."
"The study is the room where you usually work, my lord? I'm really looking forward to it!"
"Don't get your hopes up too high. Surprisingly, there's not much to see."
"Got it. Then I won't look forward to it."
"…Hmm. That doesn't sit right either."
Eugene and Silly headed for the study, laughing together in easy camaraderie.
Kyle stood there blankly, watching them go. He was thoroughly confused.