Play with Me Honestly
It was such an unexpected remark that I blanked out for a moment, but by the time I came to my senses, my body had already closed the distance and was standing before her.
"……Let me make one thing clear first. Don't do what you did last time again."
What did she mean by that?
I pondered briefly, but it wasn't hard to recall.
She meant don't tease her by filthily sucking and licking her down there with my mouth, I supposed.
The lingering aftertaste of shame, hard to push away even with pleasure, probably wasn't a flavor she found entirely pleasant.
A silk nightgown of rather modest design.
But the frills embroidered with care at the hem and the tips of the sleeves gave her the air of a modest little princess.
Perhaps because it was white, the faintly visible color of her skin made me swallow hard, my throat bobbing at last.
Tap.
I took hold of that slender wrist and led her to the bed, and Aria followed without the slightest resistance.
Creak.
When we settled side by side on the edge of the bed, her rigid expression, brimming with tension, was plainly visible.
Startled!
When I gently caressed her breast over her clothes, she held her breath and lowered her head.
I kissed the nape of her neck to tell her there was no need to be so nervous, then quietly slid my hand into the front of her dress and grasped her large breast——
The shamelessly hardened nipples were already stiff against my palm.
Was it because of her tense body?
Or was her body, remembering the pleasure of that time, making all the necessary preparations on its own?
I took the soft hand resting quietly on my thigh and pulled it toward the waistband of my pants.
She flinched for an instant, then naturally began groping for my cock, holding it clumsily and moving with slow, deliberate strokes.
Savoring the satisfaction that her awkward handwork brought me, I breathed in the body heat rising from the nape of her neck and roughly kneaded the shape of her voluptuous breast.
Perhaps because my hand was moving inside her clothes, the situation — as if I were forcibly toying with her — stirred a strange excitement in me.
The sound of Aria, trembling with the pain, letting out faint moans fanned that excitement steeper still.
Had I harbored a quiet sadism all along?
"Ungh……!"
At last I seized a nipple and rolled it in circles, then tugged it straight, and with the moan spilling from her lips, Aria squeezed down hard on the cock she was holding.
"……Don't treat me like a toy, idiot."
Before I can even go soft, are you going to make me take responsibility? she added, and with my free hand I undid the drawstring at the front of my pants.
Then, pushing the loosened fabric down, her breasts slowly spilled out.
The hem of her dress caught against the plump undersides, and the shape they made — lewdly emphasized — was luscious.
Tzk.
"Ah……!"
I immediately took a huge bite into one of them, and Aria's spine went rigid.
The scent of her body, stronger here than at her nape, burrowed ceaselessly into the tip of my nose.
I inhaled deeply to drink in that fragrance of skin, and it felt like being drunk on the sharp bouquet of a freshly uncorked wine.
The awkward movement of her hand.
My face, buried in nothing more than her ample breasts.
That alone was enough — pre-cum welled up from the tip of my cock in surging pulses, staining Aria's fingers.
"It hurts……!"
When I pressed with my hand to make her breast swell up taut, that unusually large pink areola seemed to whisper, like a ripe fruit, bite me now — so I pulled my teeth out.
Then Aria, her body quivering, stopped even the hand stroking my cock and leaned her upper body back, but I stopped that retreat with a thick hand and ravaged her breasts greedily.
With one hand bracing her reclined upper body, her breasts were emphasized all the more obscenely.
I buried my face there, carved my teeth marks into them, and made wet, lewd sucking sounds — and Aria's whimpering moans mingled in.
It was as if I'd become a vampire.
"……"
How long did I ravage her breasts like that?
When the desire that seemed endless was at last somewhat sated, I slowly lifted my head.
"Hah……!"
Then Aria, panting with unfocused eyes, realized my hand had come away from her back, stretched one slender arm behind her to steady herself, and struggled to sit upright.
Even in the middle of all this, the fact that she didn't take her hand off my cock inside my waistband — why did that look so endearing?
"Hahaha……"
Then Aria, slowly catching her breath, gathered the focus of her hazy eyes, looked down at her own chest, and gave a hollow laugh.
"Who would believe this…… is the chest of a virgin who's never even been to bed with anyone."
Along with the raw teeth marks etched near her areolae, her nipples, swollen stiff, twitched again and again.
Squeeze!
At the same time, Aria pressed firmly on the tip of my cock with her index finger, using the pre-cum surging out as lubricant to slide slowly up and down as she continued.
"If you have no intention of making me 'used goods' right now, then why wrap me up as used goods so nobody else will touch me?"
"……"
"Well, I suppose the young masters of fine houses would all shriek the moment the clothes came off and revealed a chest this worn and chewed up."
I wondered where on earth she'd learned to talk like that — but when I thought she might, in her own way, be venting her resentment with a certain grace, an odd solemnity crept over me.
Was that why?
As the rigidity of my painfully hard erection slowly ebbed, Aria flinched and trembled, looked at me, and wore a faint bewilderment.
"What's wrong…… getting this deflated over it, at this point? That's not like you."
Aria worked her hand hard, not knowing how to handle it, but I answered with a wry smile — brushing away the hair stuck to the nape of her neck, and gently stroking her cheek.
Joking aside, there wasn't really a single wrong thing in what she'd said.
Perhaps Aria had been the first to fall in love, but responding to that feeling had been my own choice — did anything else even matter?
If anything, the one holding the decision, yet standing frozen in place because he didn't want to hurt a single soul — that could be called the cruelest of all.
Of course, Aria had advised that leaving things as they were might not be so bad for me, unexpectedly enough.
And in truth, now, standing still, the situation wasn't getting worse……
But Lapis and Aria, who were surely agonizing through that process, made my guilt pile up helplessly, and I could do nothing about it.
And when that guilt lifted its head even at a mere joke, rough-shodding over my conscience — this coward's neutrality wasn't quite so comfortable anymore.
"You think too much, over nothing……"
"……"
"There's a woman with her breasts out, stroking your cock right in front of you, telling you it's fine to do as you please, and you still have the spare attention to wander off."
Aria pulled her hand out of my waistband, lingered for a moment feeling my hand on her cheek, then climbed fully up onto the bed where she knelt.
"I won't blame you for feeling personally guilty about being caught in the middle — it's not strange for a man to take multiple wives in the first place…… but simply put, this is a meaningless power struggle between me and Lapis. So there's no need to waste your mental energy on it."
The way she comforted me was surprisingly gentle, unlike the Aria I knew — and as I lifted my head at that……
Swish.
Between the hem of her nightgown, which had slid down to her ankles, I saw both her hands slip in and pull down her red panties.
"So just relax, and for this one moment, act like a male."
Toss.
She threw the removed panties aside, bit her lower lip slightly, crawled awkwardly, hugged the pillow, and lowered her upper body.
Her raised hips — perhaps because she wore nothing beneath — drew a lewd line in vivid relief against the hem of the gown that covered her.
And then, I heard a filthy temptation drift into my ear that I could hardly believe had come from her mouth.
"……You can lick my pussy."
*
Having spat out words unbecoming of an imperial princess, Aria buried her face in the pillow and clutched it tight, overwhelmed by the shame flooding in.
Even without our eyes meeting, I could feel the male's gaze plunging brazenly onto her skirt-hidden backside.
Still — if enduring a moment's shame was enough to rescue Rohen from floundering in his guilt, wasn't that a small price?
'Ah……'
A large hand, calloused, stroked over her backside.
Before long he rolled the hem of her gown up from her ankles to around her waist, then grasped her buttocks with considerable force.
"Hnn……!"
Why did he have to grab her ass and spread it left and right like that?
That sly — no, perverted act made Aria want to kick backwards, but she forced herself to endure, her whole body trembling.
She squeezed tight, self-consciously clenching her anus, and though no laughter sounded, Rohen's voice seemed to smile right against her ear.
"Hck……!"
Before long, as the soft touch traced down the cleft of her rear, Aria spat out a sulky moan.
Smack!
And when he gently spread her tightly closed lips apart and a thick finger pushed inside, she stiffened with a jolt and slowly exhaled a hot breath.
Squelch……!
"Ah……! Anh……!"
Every time the finger, slowly dragging down her inner walls from the entrance, toyed with her folds, her waist shuddered of its own accord.
She tried her best to tense up, afraid she'd look like a slut shaking her hips — but her body, deaf to reason, trembled before pleasure like a leaf in the wind.
But the most shameful thing was……
Splat.
Rohen pulling his finger out of her flesh and lightly patting her lewdly soaked pussy with his palm.
How much of her thin juices must have been pouring out, that merely flesh meeting palm would make such a sound?
Shame bloomed and swelled — yet strangely, each time it did, her lower abdomen throbbed hotter.
The half-brother who shared her blood.
She had seen that brother as a man.
And that brother wished to see her as a woman — was it because of that?
Every time she was treated as nothing more than a female, her pride as an older sister was shaved away — but the happiness of being a woman filled the empty space in its place.
'Ah……'
A hot breath blew against her sex, shattering the reverie blooming inside the pleasure.
Even without turning her head, she could tell where Rohen's face was, and Aria's heart pounded harder than it ever had.
Puff.
Puff……
Even now, her body remembered the pleasure of that time, it seemed.
Though she shook her hips as if in meaningless protest, her slackened, soaked pussy puffed out the scent of a female in waves.
"Nngh……!"
At last, when soft flesh slowly licked her pussy and pushed inside, Aria gave a light buck of her hips, her raised rear shuddering.
She'd washed herself thoroughly — but what if there was still a smell?
Would he think her cheap, for feeling pleasure from something like this?
Embarrassed, ashamed — and yet within a pleasure just as sweet, Aria carried all these worries and wept, letting out lewd cries of passion she couldn't even recognize as her own.
"S-stop, move……"
Before long, when a stinging urge to urinate surged up from her lower abdomen, Aria — face buried in the pillow, panting — reached one hand back and tried to push Rohen's face away.
"I said m-move……! H-hurry…… hyuu!"
But despite her pleading, Rohen kept lapping roughly at her pussy, and Aria felt an intense vertigo for an instant before she reached her climax.
Not light like last time — but terribly, vulgarly, her waist trembling as she poured out an orgasm so thin as piss, streaming down.
"Hngh……! Ugh……! Nghaa……!"
No matter how she tried to hold her body together, each time she did, the convulsing flesh spread the pleasure through her whole frame.
She had no strength left to hold her hips up, and she collapsed, legs splayed out like an ugly frog — and Rohen caught her body and turned her onto her back.
Did he want to see with his own eyes the female he had made — soaked in pleasure, panting, her own handiwork?
What a perverse taste that would be.
Just as she thought that and tried to refocus her bleary eyes, Aria felt, for a moment, that she owed him an apology.
Come to think of it, she hadn't let him finish — and on top of that she'd gone and made him feel needless guilt with an idle joke.
And hadn't the pleasure been hers alone to receive?
That was why, watching Rohen — hard again, standing stiff and nosing against her exhausted body — she found him pitiable.
That useless conscience of his — swearing he wouldn't cowardly take anyone's virginity before their relationship was officially recognized — was surely admirable……
But it seemed meaningless now, and so Aria reached out with her own two hands and spread her soaked pussy apart.
Her clit, raised cutely at attention, and the flesh brazenly spread open — she felt Rohen's gaze lock on at once, and it made her burn with shame, but now even that feeling felt good.
"……You can put it in."
"……"
"Honestly, I think the chances are slim…… that this relationship stays unofficial forever. But I don't care……"
"……"
"Living as your mistress doesn't seem so bad to me."
"……"
She'd said all that, and watching Rohen say nothing made her feel oddly nettled.
But before long she realized he wasn't silent by choice — he simply couldn't speak — and embarrassed for no reason, Aria went on.
"Compared to this mouth of mine that can barely suck, or these hands that can barely touch…… well, it'd feel better here, obviously. Do it already……! You're embarrassing me."
Creak.
When she finished speaking, Rohen — a smile playing at the corner of his mouth — leaned down and pulled her into his arms from the side.
Then he turned her onto her side with him, wedged his cock between her neatly pressed-together legs, and began rubbing against her with slow, grinding strokes.
Even after all that, was he going to cling to that useless conscience to the very end?
"Idiot."
And why did he love her breasts so much, anyway?
Before she knew it, her hand had reached out and was kneading them roughly.
"You're the only fool alive who'd stand before a woman telling him sex is fine, and instead use her body to masturbate."
Even as she hurled abuse that wasn't quite abuse, Rohen only pressed his lips quietly to the back of her neck and continued the pseudo-act.
She truly thought him pathetic……
But perhaps it was because she could feel the sincerity in him — that he insisted on making her his wife, properly, no matter what.
Aria didn't bother to suppress her moans, and let Rohen hear them to his heart's content.