Chapter 112 - Grand Duchess Conquest Complete♥
"Haa... haa..."
"Hoo."
I was panting lightly myself—not as heavily as Grace, but still—since I'd put in a real effort. As I let go of Grace and pulled my cock out, hundreds of thick strands of semen stretched long between our groins. I gently hugged her from behind. I was lying there with Grace nestled against me on top, our bodies intertwined.
"Eut♥"
Plop! A bit of semen burst out, floating lightly into the air. Kindly, I scooped it up and pushed it deeper into Grace's pussy. Then I cupped her pussy softly in my palm. Grace stared blankly at my rough, massive hand covering it.
"Daron Dran."
"Yeah?"
"...You're really trying to get me pregnant?"
"Yeah."
"..."
We'd known each other for less than a week. Yet here we were, already talking about pregnancy. Was it natural? We'd spent more than half the day glued together, fucking nonstop.
"You said we were just sex partners."
"Don't like that?"
"...Can you at least get permission from my dad?"
That meant Grace was already half on board.
"Do I need permission to knock you up?"
"That's not it. ...Can you handle the aftermath once I'm pregnant?"
Fair point. We could hide it at first, but morning sickness... and a few months after I left, that swollen belly wouldn't stay secret. Not to mention before that...
"Grace. Just tell me this."
"What?"
"Do you love me?"
"So if I love you... I should get pregnant? Irresponsibly?"
"No. Remember? I said if you gave up your ambition to swallow the Empire, I'd promise three things."
I softly fondled her tits while whispering sweetly into her ear from right behind her.
"Independence from your father. The environment you want. And... a man."
"...Ung."
"I'll be that man for you. If you love me... I'll take responsibility and make the first two happen too. Be honest. If that's possible... wouldn't you become a woman who loves me and won't let the Empire get invaded in the process?"
"...Honestly speaking."
Grace murmured as she watched her own breast distort in my hand.
"If things stay like this, I think I'll end up loving you."
"Like this?"
"We haven't known each other long. It's not sorted out yet? Though... I feel like I'll give you my heart eventually."
Ah. So it just takes time to commit fully?
"Daron. I want to ask you something too."
"What?"
"Honestly, I'm a bad girl. Remember? The first night we drank."
"The night I took the Grand Duchess's virginity?"
"Don't say it like that... Anyway, yeah. Back then, I... was actually planning to drug you."
"Whoa."
"Steal some info and turn the princess's knight to our duchy's side."
"Why tell me that now?"
"Heut."
I deliberately squeezed harder, yanking her tits around like they might tear off. A punishment vibe.
"Dunno. But... it felt like I had to come clean."
Complicated feelings, probably. She likes me and wants to be open... or maybe as a bad girl, she's testing if I can accept her darkness?
"Sorry, but I'm an even worse bastard."
"You seem pretty bad to women."
"For real."
The moment she confessed about trying to drug me, I could tell her heart had basically fallen to me. Time to spill it all.
I explained my grand vision step by step, starting with the fact that the Demon King's invasion intel was real, then everything I'd done so far. And how I planned to conquer women to unite our strength—and that I'd already made several unable to live without my cock...
"You're a real bad guy."
She knew she wasn't the first from how well I handled her. But even so, Grace—who'd harbored some(?) pure feelings—was shocked by my tangled web of women.
"So... it was all a scheme? Even approaching me."
"Strategic approach, yeah. But once I met you, my cock got rock hard. This woman's gotta be mine—no sire instinct kicked in first."
"Talking like a beast!"
Grace grabbed my cock outright. Meant to scold me, but once she felt it throb, she let go fast.
"Haa... How'd I end up tangled with a guy like you..."
"Lots of girls say that."
Like Ray.
"Bragging? Ah, haa... Do I just look like a sex-crazed slut to you?"
"You are. Incurable exhibitionist whore. And check this out."
I pulled out the flashback device. On it... our first night... Grace drugged, getting fucked by me. The real Grand Duchess watching her mouth gaped wide.
It wasn't booze making us wild—I'd drugged her first and raped her.
"That drug was insane. Obeying orders, memory wipe... If I'd taken it..."
"Haa. Got nothing to say to that."
Before Grace could rage, I reminded her who'd fucked up first.
"...Blackmailing me with this?"
"Nah?"
I turned her face and kissed her. She hesitated at first, then responded to my tongue.
"Heung..."
I gently stroked her dazed cheek.
"You came clean to me, so I'm doing the same."
"...You've got a lot of secrets."
"Forget the past. Our goals just clashed at first. But..."
"You... again..."
I rubbed her pussy. Slid fingers in—the tunnel mixed with semen and juices burned hot.
"From now on, we're together. Can't love only you. But other than that, I won't disappoint."
"Hut. Heung... You want the Grand Duchess in your arms?"
"Why? Am I not worthy?"
"Daron. Come to think of it, haaang... You're planning to eat the princess too, right?"
"...Outta nowhere?"
"She's as pretty as me. A perv like you would get hard. So here's the deal."
Grace was a desire machine to the end.
"I'll give myself to you. In exchange."
"Conquer that princess too."
"You can't swallow the Empire, so have your man do it. That the idea?"
"Why? Too much for Baron Dran?"
"Fine."
"Kkuk?!"
I nailed her pussy's weak spot dead-on.
"I'll have you, and through me, you'll get everything you wanted."
And naturally, we became one again. Even naked together, there'd been secrets. But now, with everything laid bare, no hiding.
Strapped to the same sinking ship... we had the best sex yet.
Face-to-face, hugging tight for lovey-dovey kisses. While pounding her already whitewashed pussy more, pouring semen into her womb again.
"Squeeze that cunt!"
"Yeah♥"
Again.
"Haaa... Cumming again."
And again.
"Hik♥ Hik♥ Cum in me, cum!"
Creampie after creampie. After a few more rounds, we finally collapsed side by side on the bed. Longest fuck in ages.
"Da-Daron... water."
"Here."
I could handle it, but Grace looked wiped. No energy to get up, so she asked for the water on the table.
Sweating buckets, she barely sat up to drink, then snuggled back into my arms. I gave her my arm as a pillow; she smiled contentedly, looking up at me. No words needed—she rubbed against me cutely, reminding herself she was mine. Exhibitionist perv aside, she'd clearly been repressed under her conservative dad.
I stroked her silver-white hair.
"Grace. Sleep now?"
"Rest a bit, then more."
"You sure?"
"You want more, Daron."
"I'm satisfied."
"Not completely."
"Well..."
Rare for me to stop before my cock went soft. Sure, more would be nice, but I'd been considerate.
"Might not wake up tomorrow."
"Truth is... I'm kinda pervy. Got this sex fantasy."
"What?"
"Passing out but getting fucked nonstop. Ignore I'm the Grand Duchess, treat me like a sex toy with no rights, just keep pounding."
Dangerous idea.
"Like a gang rape?"
"No! Sure, that's one way, but what am I, a whore? Anyway, I wanna feel getting relentlessly fucked till I think I'll die. So... with you, Daron..."
"Possible."
"...Whoa, for real?"
Grace flinched at my stamina. I'd pop some enhancers, but no big deal. Instead of dragging it... just full-power crush from start to finish. Like with Rise—a long breeding press... she'd be half-dead in under an hour.
"But you might not walk right for days."
"Got a busy morning."
"Tomorrow night then?"
As we toyed with each other's bodies...
Bang!
"Euk?!"
"Kyaa!"
Someone flung the door open; Grace dove under the covers quick. As if that hid her killer curves. She clung to me, trembling. Begging me to handle it? But if it was Kasid Nova storming in...
...Nah, wasn't.
"Elinne. What's up?"
It was the archmage Elinne right away.