Defiled Empire's Oracle: The Fall of Princess Mine (1)
'Emilia... you're okay, right...?'
'Please... be safe...'
Mine Romancia, the First Princess of the Romancia Empire. Right now, the only thing weighing on her mind was the well-being of her longtime friend—and undoubtedly the most indispensable figure in this empire—the hero Emilia.
She wasn't oblivious to her own plight: captured by Count Melrn, subjected to all manner of humiliations, and destined to be used and discarded at his whim.
But even that paled in comparison. To Mine, Emilia's safety came first.
——The empire has no future.
Princess Mine had grasped this truth early on with her keen intellect.
Long ago, when the hero vanquished the Demon King, the vast territories reclaimed through that feat fell to the Romancia Kingdom, the hero's homeland. With them, the kingdom rechristened itself an empire, living up to its name as the mightiest and largest among neighboring realms.
It wasn't solely because it was the hero's birthplace, of course.
The king of Romancia at the time possessed exceptional governance, cool-headed judgment, and the charisma to rally the masses. His profound foresight in fully backing the hero—then a figure with little to inspire trust—had been key.
Decades after the first hero felled the Demon King, the Romancia Empire flourished under that wise founding emperor and with a hero unmatched by any force. It rose naturally from the ashes of war, basking in unprecedented prosperity.
But that golden age lasted only a few decades.
No emperor of his caliber ever emerged again. Those left behind rode the coattails of his achievements, indulging in ever greater luxuries and pleasures—nothing more.
Aristocrats, bloated with peace and content with the status quo, wallowed like fattened pigs, chasing fleeting joys without a thought for progress. Justice had long since crumbled to dust.
Mine didn't consider herself exceptionally gifted. At best, she sensed a faint flicker of the founding emperor's righteousness lingering in his bloodline—a dim ember that had barely survived.
And perhaps a touch more discernment than most, letting her judge matters a little clearer.
That was all, she thought.
From her vantage as princess, observing countless souls, she'd taken them as cautionary tales and realized the rot lay in the empire itself.
No matter how distant, she knew collapse was inevitable at this rate.
She couldn't just sit idle, so she'd used her authority for small reforms, staving off the end for as long as possible—not for the empire, but to shield its people a little longer.
'Hero Emilia is indispensable.'
'In the worst case, even the emperor—or I, a princess—might prove expendable.'
The threat from the Demon King and demonkin to humanity persisted unabated.
And in any crisis, a hero was utterly essential.
Mine was Emilia's friend. But beyond that, she was an imperial princess, duty-bound to protect her people.
Thus, not from mere personal affection, but as her royal obligation... she prayed above all for Emilia's safety.
She could be replaced; others might fill her shoes.
But Emilia—the hero—was irreplaceable. Not just for the empire, but for all humanity...
And yet...
* * *
"What are you spacing out for, Princess Mine?"
A lukewarm slap against her cheek snapped Mine back to reality with a wet smack.
Before her loomed a man's erect cock. Above it, Count Melrn's gaze bored down—cold and domineering.
Just moments ago, she'd been near the table. Now, she lay on the vast bed beside him.
'...Ah...'
Her mind had blanked out, consciousness drifting elsewhere.
Count Melrn's blood, infused with spells and yin energy into her body, must have fueled it. And then the sight of his cock had shattered her reason in an instant, hurling her thoughts to another plane.
'...Ah... cock...'
This very shaft had likely jolted her back—its thick, proud erection slapping her face with those heavy balls.
Recalling it now, a tingle stirred in her groin, her folds growing slick. No—already drenched.
The sheer negligee and provocative lingerie beneath clung obscenely, soaked through with her own juices.
And...
'C-cock...? Ah... nngh... Me, thinking something so... vulgar...'
'Ah... but... cock... cock... cockcockcockcock... it's so good... I love it...'
"How vulgar."
The count's sharp words yanked a sliver of her sanity back.
Her eyes, once alight with intellect, now blazed with lust, fixated hungrily on the meat rod before her. A sight to behold for the empire's princess, praised not just for her wisdom but her starlit beauty.
Even in debauched heat, her allure would stir any man's desires.
Yet for Count Melrn, unsatisfied unless it was Emilia, it registered only as crude.
Still, his cock stood rigid before the princess.
"...As I said, this is your doing. This is how you made me..."
"Hah. You were always a base slut at heart. No excuses, bitch."
"......To call a princess such things. You'd have no defense against execution for lèse-majesté."
"Is that so? Very well. As atonement, I permit you to suck my cock, Your Highness."
Wanna suck it? He taunted, waggling the shaft teasingly.
——I want to suck it.
——Shove it in my mouth right now.
——Roll that leaking tip around my tongue, savor every drop.
If her reason had still been half-vanished like before, she'd have cast dignity aside, shaking her ass like a bitch in heat and latching on.
His barb had restored that fragile thread of sense—but now, regret gnawed at her.
I'm a princess... of the Romancia Empire... meant to be the hope of its people... a princess...'
The count urged her on again.
As if unable to resist, Mine crawled forward on all fours toward his sprawled crotch... and extended her tongue toward his cock.
The musky, fishy scent filled her nostrils from the meaty rod.
Heart pounding with anticipation, she flicked her tongue against the glans—and in that instant, a jolt raced through her lower body.
"Nngh...♡"
A familiar sensation. From those dim stone chambers, pumped into her flesh from dawn till dusk, even into the wee hours.
Just brushing his cock revived it fully.
Startled, Mine pulled her tongue back.
"Hey, hey. What's that? Playing hard to get? You're in no position to refuse."
"......No. It's nothing... I can do it..."
Calm down. Calm.
But the count was cruel, knowing full well her state.
He knew even mouthing his cock would melt her brain with ecstasy.
...Cursing him changed nothing.
Mine tentatively extended her tongue again. Touching the dusky flesh sent that electric thrill surging anew.
But this time, resolve held. She swirled it boldly, wrapping the glans.
Thus began Mine's fellatio in earnest.
Tongue laving every inch: glans, shaft, even balls. No spot neglected, meticulous and thorough.
Hard to believe this princess—recently a virgin—moved with such skill.
She'd gleaned some knowledge from her maids, true.
But the bulk came from two weeks captive here, force-fed techniques by the succubus Mona.
With the count's familiar ever at her side, practice never lacked.
Yet...
"You're filthy at this."
This radiant princess, ethereal beauty like twinkling stars.
Diligent in her slutty service, trained by a succubus herself...
And the count scowled, unsatisfied—irritated, even.
Truly excessive. He treated everyone but Emilia this way.
Mine knew it, and craved no special favor anyway, so it hardly mattered...
'Nngh...?!'
Zzzzt—his insult triggered a flood of pleasure chemicals in her brain.
Mona's hypnosis and brainwashing worms had kneaded her mind, birthing the Masochistic Citadel within.
One cutting word awakened it fully, driving her to the brink of rut.
Oh, what to do? Now even his frowns, his disdainful gaze, his treatment of her as mere fucktoy...
The princess reveled in it all...
No... so vulgar... Slurp... schlurp...'
Feeling her masochistic cravings surge, Mine engulfed his saliva-slick cock, swallowing it deep.
Schluuuurp—sucking hard, she bowed her head, throat bulging as crude gurgles escaped her refined lips.
The sound, the mouthful of her master's meat—it inflamed her further.
She bobbed relentlessly, lips and tongue stimulating every inch in devoted service.