Just Do Something
"Y-Your Majesty... j-just a moment..."
Celine bought time with a trembling voice.
Her mind was already a wreck. Even so, she had to find a way.
Should I beg her to stop?
That was the first thought to surface. Celine struck it out almost by reflex. She had already tried. She had wept and pleaded, even dragging her blind little sister into it, begging only that her life be spared. The Emperor had not stopped.
Then...
Her head spun. At first she had thought there was a reason. She had been cleaning the Emperor's Bedchamber and shattered a water basin. She had raised a clatter in that silent room and made the Emperor open her eyes, and that very night she had been summoned. So she had taken it for punishment—a horrific penalty for the mistake she had made. And once the punishment was given, it was over. When the Emperor did not seek her out again for a time, Celine had truly tried to believe it.
But this...
Celine's pupils trembled. The Emperor today did not wear the face of an angry woman. If anything, she looked far too pleased. In the end, had the basin never mattered at all? At that conclusion, Celine felt her blood run cold. Reaching it only made her more afraid. Punishment had an end. If there was a crime, she could apologize, and she could swear never to err again. But if this had nothing whatsoever to do with anything she had done wrong? The moment the thought rose, terror closed around her throat once more.
And right then, from some corner of her mind, a wholly different kind of knowledge sprang up.
Wait.
It was not as if characters of this sort had never existed in popular novels. Cold as ice to everyone else. No interest in people. Hopeless at showing what they felt. And then such a person begins to fixate on one heroine alone. No—rather, it was a male lead more common than one might think. Overturning a banquet hall because the heroine danced with another man. Unleashing the knight order to chase her all the way to the border when she fled. Unable to say I love you even on pain of death, yet turning the country upside down because the heroine caught a cold. Characters of that bent overlapped with the Emperor in strange ways. Overwhelming rank. An unreal beauty. A temperament that showed no particular interest in anyone. And such a person had summoned her in person twice. Today, moreover, she had stared into her face for a long while and gone so far as to call her interesting.
...Could this be it?
The Emperor did have an interest in her.
Then what am I supposed to—
In that instant, Celine's thoughts snapped clean off. The Emperor's body moved. It was a very slight movement, but for Celine as she was now, that alone was enough. She understood that the Emperor had no intention of waiting quietly any longer. Her breathing quickened. There was no time. Thoughts that until moments ago had been weighing one possibility after another tangled all at once, and her eyes shook wildly.
What do I do?
"W-wait!"
Celine's mouth flew open in desperation, but nothing followed.
"Your Majesty! I... th-that is..."
Her mind went blank white. She had to think. There was no time.
Interest.
Yes. There was interest. She had been summoned again because the Emperor was interested in her. But then what was she supposed to do? The Emperor moved, and the thought broke again. Celine tried to go on thinking calmly, without letting herself notice it. But the moment her body was lifted and something horrific drew near her sex, something in her mind severed completely.
No.
Her fingertips went cold.
No, no, no.
It was hard to breathe.
I don't want to die.
Her thoughts would no longer form sentences. She had to live. The Emperor was interested in her.
Then what do I do?
Celine's lips trembled. Scenes from popular novels flickered through her head at random.
Please, please, please, think of anything!
She didn't know. She didn't know anything. And the Emperor would not wait. Even the reason left in Celine's mind collapsed in a heap.
Ah...
Nearly in tears, she clenched her teeth.
Just do something. Anything.
She forced strength into her trembling hands. Thought cut off completely there. What remained was nothing more than a cornered survival instinct, no longer worthy of the name of judgment.
Still held in the Emperor's arms, Celine wrapped her legs around the Emperor's waist and began to rub her sex against that rigid cock, stroke after desperate stroke. Satisfy it before it killed her. In the terror of death, that was the only method that had come to her. Shame set her face burning as if it might burst, but she could not stop. She had to soothe that enormous weapon from the outside—the one she could not possibly take in. She was doing everything she could to survive, and yet the sight of her was awkward beyond words, like a girl who had only just discovered how to touch herself. Suspended in the air, there was a limit to what her body could do. Even so, she simply shook her hips in desperation and ground herself against the Emperor.
Please. Please.
The Emperor still gave no reaction. She neither sneered nor grew angry, and that stillness drove Celine madder still. Not knowing whether she was doing this right or whether she was grating on the Emperor's mood, that uncertainty only piled the fear higher. How long passed like that, she could not have said.
"Hht, hnn..."
It was a wretched struggle to live, yet cruelly, the flesh was honest. As her sensitive places were rubbed without cease against a cock like some enormous weapon, Celine's sex, bone-dry a moment before, gradually grew wet. The body that fear had locked rigid loosened of its own accord and flushed with heat, and the stiff scrape of friction had already turned into an obscene wet sound. Slick skin made the movement easier, and that fact made her all the more wretched.
"Hnn, ngh."
And the stimulation was not coming from below alone. With her face buried in the Emperor's shoulder, the thick, fragrant scent rising from her and the vivid crush of soft breasts against soft breasts ran through Celine's whole body. A dizzying, irresistible elation wrapped her like poison. The tension of perhaps dying was, paradoxically, honing her senses to an extreme. Her mind was full of the fear of death, and the fact that her body was growing wet filled her with disgust for herself. But the deeper the shame, the more keenly those senses stood on edge. The slick she had spilled became oil, sealing the Emperor's hard shaft tight against her sex. Every time that cock ground stubbornly over her clitoris as if to crush it, her toes curled. In the end, the limit came quickly.
"Hht!!"
Celine's thighs spasmed violently. Clutching the Emperor's shoulder, she met a hollow, shameful climax all alone. Gasping, she carefully lifted her head to read the Emperor's reaction.
"So this was not the way either, it seems."
"...Pardon?"
It was the instant Celine, not understanding, asked it back with a dazed look. The Emperor's powerful hand seized her pelvis as if to crush it. There was no gap in which to flee, nor to scream.
Thuk!
"Kkhk!!!"
The enormous weapon that had been circling at her entrance drove in at a stroke, piercing deep inside her. It was the moment the chastity she had kept until now vanished, but Celine had no room to care.
"Uughk, kkuu...!"
The pain would not even let a proper scream out. The thing that had forced its way in began its invasion by mercilessly crushing the inner walls that had been shut tight—but only for a moment. With a heavy impact, it struck a wall it could go no farther past. The limit of what a human body could take. The Emperor's cock was far too huge, and Celine's body could not accept it. Blood streamed from the sex that had been forced open, and still that enormous shaft was jammed tight without even half of it swallowed.
"Huk, khek!"
The pain was beyond imagining. As if a red-hot iron skewer had been shoved in by force, a searing burn spread from the place they joined and covered her whole body. It was closer to destruction than to a stabbing. It was as if a honed axe had come down between her thighs and split her torso in two. Her pelvic bones twisted as if they would shatter, and the frail membranes tore away screaming. Celine's mouth gaped like a fish. She could not breathe, as if her lungs had been crushed. However she fought to draw air in, only a metallic, empty wheeze scraped out of her throat. Her vision flickered pure white. Shock from the extreme pain seemed to be setting in; the tips of her hands and feet went cold.
Please, please... it's tearing, my body's tearing...
Her face, a mess of cold sweat and tears, trembled. A monstrous state—jammed tight, and not even half of it inside.
"Please... please!! Please, stop!!!"
Celine's hysterical scream did not reach the Emperor. Rather, even after confirming that it was blocked and would go no farther, she gripped Celine's waist and, very slowly, put her weight downward. A viciously slow pace, without even the mercy of driving through in a single stroke.
"Khek, kkeok..."
Screams no longer came out properly. Under the pressure of something far too huge forcing a narrow passage open, her lungs were crushed, and only the sound of failing breath leaked free.
Jiiik.
The horrific friction of her insides stretching past their limit and tearing was vivid in her ears. The Emperor's enormous weapon burrowed in, crushing the sealed walls little by little.
"I, was... huk, kkuu, wrong..."
Celine's eyes rolled white with pain. There was no time to think about what she had done wrong. Only the instinct that this pain had to stop remained. Even as she croaked like a beast, she spat out apologies as if by habit.
"Forgive, khek, me... I'm, sorry, kkeuk."
A nauseating pressure, her innards shoved upward, surged along her esophagus. A destructive sensation, as if an enormous wedge were slowly splitting her torso in two as it descended. Her pelvic bones twisted as if they would shatter, and her womb began to be crushed flat.
"...Hi... uh..."
She could not breathe. The air she drew in would not enter her lungs and circled in her throat. Even as she gaped and drooled, the Emperor's cock mercilessly encroached, little by little, toward somewhere deeper. And at last—
Tuduk.
Celine's pupils contracted in an instant. A chilling sound came from inside her belly. It was not simply bone slipping out of place. It was a sound that should never ring inside the belly of a living thing.
Ah...
She knew it by instinct. Something inside her had been ruined, irreversibly, forever. In the same moment as that cold realization, the nature of the pain changed.
"...Uu, uup."
Where the sharp pain had passed, a vicious, lukewarm unpleasantness crept up. Heat began to churn her insides. Her stomach lurched.
No...
Foul acid surged up her throat. Celine bit her lips shut by reflex. If she poured filth onto the Emperor's body, she would suffer something even more horrific than this.
"Uuu, mm, uuuk...!"
She let go of the shoulder she had been clinging to and, face gone deathly pale, clamped a hand over her mouth. She thrashed, trying to force back down the hot mass that had risen to her throat. Cold sweat poured like rain, and the world spun before her eyes. But the body that was already ruined betrayed its owner's will. With the convulsion of twisting innards, the limit burst without warning.
Glug.
"U, up...!"
The seam of the lips she had clenched to endure was forced open.
Gush.
"U, uweeek..."
Hot liquid poured from the mouth she had covered with her hand. Pink. A horrific color, blood mixed with gastric fluid.
"Kuluk, khek, uwek..."
When the upper half of her gave way, the lower half crumbled helplessly as well. Lukewarm liquid streamed down between Celine's legs.
Splatter.
The filth seemed to pour over the Emperor's robes. No—in Celine's blurring vision, it clearly looked that way. But a moment later a bizarre sight unfolded. Neither the vomit that burst from her mouth nor the urine that soaked between her legs touched the Emperor's skin at all. As if a transparent, solid membrane wrapped her, the filthy waste merely slid through the air and fell to the floor. The Emperor remained unperturbed. Only Celine was soaked, a ruinous mess, in her own waste. Already past her limit, she could not properly take in what she was seeing. Only the thought that her filthy fluids had defiled the Emperor ruled her fading mind.
"I, I'm... ugh, sor, ry..."
Like a doll whose strings had been cut, Celine lost her strength, and her body pitched forward.
Thud.
Smeared in filth, she collapsed powerlessly against the Emperor. Her vision grew darker and darker. In that darkness, a single obsession ruled her.
I have to... wipe it.
She had dared to defile the Emperor. She had to wipe it away. She had to make it as if it had never happened. But—
"Uh..."
She could not so much as twitch a fingertip. There was no feeling left. She had to wipe it. She had to clean it.
"I'm, sor... ry..."
A voice mumbling like a sinner leaked through lips flecked with foam. As the words of apology left her, Celine's head dropped.
"Your... Majes... ty... I was, wrong..."
With a whisper like a death rattle, Celine's world went completely black.