A Humiliation Too Severe to Dismiss as "Just This"
Ariel screamed at me.
"You bastard! You tricked me! You said you wouldn't touch my mother, made me do that to myself!"
"Watch your mouth. I never promised I wouldn't fuck you—you just assumed that on your own, so why the fuck are you bitching at me?"
"You led the situation that way... Ngh, E-Eleonora! Let go of me!"
"Heh heh, it's been quite some time since I've heard you speak so casually to me, Princess... but don't you have something you need to do?"
She glared at me like she wanted to rip me limb from limb right there in front of her, but reality had her pinned—shoulders crushed under Eleonora's grip as Ariel stamped her pussy print in blood on the oath document, unable to move a muscle.
I beckoned Eleonora, who was holding Ariel down, then approached Raipelth.
"You two handle that on your own for now..."
"...So after Ariel, you're planning to rape me next."
"When there's a bush overflowing with maternal love like this right in front of me, what kind of man would say he won't fuck it?"
"B-Bu...?! As expected from such a vulgar man...!"
Even with me—the guy who just deflowered her daughter—standing right there in front of her,
Eleonora loomed in front, Urga behind, their watchful eyes like prison bars as Raipelth looked down at me with utter disdain, her crotch right at my eye level.
Of course, what parent wouldn't rage at the sight of their child being raped before their eyes? But as queen, she clearly judged it wiser to hold her dignity and avoid rash action.
She just trembled in fury, showing no intent to harm me.
"Wise choice."
"D-Don't touch my body...! With those cruel, barbaric hands on the queen of this land, haang...?!"
"Nice reaction."
Just a light stroke up her pale, plump thigh with my fingertips, and she shuddered harder than I'd expected—not a tremble of rage, but a full-body quiver.
[What's the difference anyway?]
The first was pure fury, no doubt.
[Why? What's wrong with the second one...]
The second? Couldn't tell if my touch creeped her out, if she was shocked I'd stroke her thigh like that, or if it was the unconscious moan of a bitch in heat she'd let slip moments ago.
"Ashamed to bare your naked body to a guy who's not even your husband?"
"Not at all! Your filthy touch means nothing to me!"
"Hmm..."
The type of woman her husband never truly satisfied? But then what was this body doing—reacting like it had been waiting for a real man's touch all along?
I'd solve that mystery later. For now, I kept stroking up Raipelth's thigh.
"Hng... S-Stop...! Don't touch me...!"
Like a salmon leaping waterfalls to return to its spawning grounds, I traced up her thigh in steady, rhythmic strokes.
Raipelth glared daggers, but her bitten lip worked furiously.
"If I go just a little higher from here... Oh."
"I won't forgive this humiliation... ever...?"
Ignoring her glare, I slid my hand higher—and there it was, a thick forest of fiery red pubic hair right before my eyes.
A crimson jungle that could pass for a botanical garden of red maple trees, but I ignored it again, sweeping my fingers straight up to her waist.
"Haang, what... what are you scheming...?"
"Hoping I'd quench that scorching heat right away? Let's take it slow. I get you're opening up, but I'm human too—been fucking nonstop since earlier, so I need a breather."
"More ridiculous nonsense...!"
What was so ridiculous? That she'd heated up? Or that I was tired?
Climbing this voluptuous married woman's body with questions piling up, my fingers met the queen's perfectly fleshy tits.
Of course, I grabbed them right away.
"Size-wise... hmm, about Christia's level?"
"Hng... Haak, no... I told you to stop...!!"
I squeezed hard enough to make her secondhand nipples—thanks to Ariel—poke out between my fingers, kneading them like a kid trying to pop water balloons with brute force. Raipelth shuddered again.
[Nipples are perked up this time! Heh heh, what a slut!]
Whether she liked it or not, groping her tits reignited the dormant volcano of her female body. Even if I didn't fuck her today, it'd make training her a hell of a lot easier.
"How dare you grope my mother's tits like cheap market meat... Ngh!"
"Princess, stamp it properly or else."
And now Ariel was shrieking at me—not for herself, but for the lewd things I was doing to her mother.
With Eleonora forcing her pussy stamp, she couldn't do shit, but a daughter's voice was bound to rattle any mother's nerves.
"Remove your hands this instant! To toy with my body like this—what price do you think you'll pay for such insolence!!"
"Whoa, no need to get scary about payment."
The moment Raipelth finished speaking, I yanked my hands off her tits like shedding fur.
Too cleanly, too decisively—she froze in shock for a second.
Sure, any man's instinct would knead those tits all day if allowed, but my goal wasn't her chest from the start. Still, what a nice view.
For a split second, she must've thought, 'My body isn't the target?' As I predicted, I quickly grabbed the insides of her arms clasped behind her head.
"What are you doing?! That place again...?!"
"They've been catching my eye since I first saw you."
My real target: Raipelth's armpits.
Sweaty from the fight, reacting to my cock right before her eyes, brimming with female pheromones.
"Mmm, nice and hairy in a visually appealing way."
"Wha—let go! How dare you touch there!? Mocking me again..."
"Elf sweat and pussy juice tasted like melon—wonder what the queen's pits smell like?"
"S-Stop...?!"
I sniffed hard, nose twitching like a dog—and instantly, my nostrils filled with the rich scent of roses.
Eleonora: bland and odorless. Violet: violet flowers matching her name. Elf: melon scent and taste to match her hair. But this? The pure, chaste aroma of a demure wife who turned endlessly seductive and bewitching in bed.
Urga asked me,
"What, some smell got you hooked? Not just teasing?"
"Nah, it's a great scent. Makes me wanna sniff it every damn day."
"...Really?"
"Y-You too?!"
Guess I wanna try, Urga thought, claiming the other pit and sniffing just like me.
"Stop it! Why sniff such an embarrassing spot?! No matter what you do, I won't break!"
"Such atrocities on Mother...?!"
Did they really think we were just messing with her? Raipelth and Ariel shrieked. But only for a moment.
"It's nice, though?"
"Right?"
"Eh? Wha?"
But only for a moment—Urga's casual words as she sniffed Raipelth's pits again made her whole body jolt.
She was flustered.
Seizing the moment her eyes went wide, I piled on like pre-meal commentary before digging in.
"Doesn't it smell like a thick rose garden? Especially in these hairs—the perfect amount, so lush and fragrant. The closer you get, the clearer your head feels, right?"
"Yeah... feels like a real garden. Even the flowerbeds in the yard didn't smell this good."
"Heh heh, an addictive scent you wanna huff every day."
Praise or mockery? Raipelth's mind reeled in confusion.
"Makes me even more excited. Can't wait to see this prim queen groveling at my feet, oinking like a sow."
"Ugh... S-So that is your goal!"
My greedy words snapped her back to reality, and she seized the chance to yell.
But only for a moment—her eyes bulged again at the cock jabbing her side.
"Wh-What?! Why is your cock swelling even bigger...?!"
"With a bitch pumping out pheromones that make my dick throb right in her face, what cock wouldn't grow? Huh? Especially one so beautiful and fragrant. Any guy who wouldn't ram a slut like this is a fucking loser."
"Th-That's... You sniffed my pits and...?!"
Drip—
Something glistened, trickling down her pale thigh from between the thick, white-maple-forest bush.