Cecilia's Horns (2)
Cecilia opened her eyes. She cried out.
"L-Lord Count! You can't do this!"
Anyone looking would think I was about to pounce on her unconscious form.
Just moments ago, I'd lost all composure, sucking greedily on Cecilia's tongue.
And above all, her horns. I'd stared at them in a daze, groping them wildly with my hands.
What the hell happened...? The moment I saw those horns, I couldn't suppress my lust no matter what.
I'd finally given in and slid my hand up to her breast.
It had started as a pure intention to transfer my essence through bodily fluids. But with my hand already there, there was no excuse. I froze in place.
Yet Cecilia was the one who calmed me down.
"A-Are you alright...? I wasn't trying to scold you, Lord Count. But if you keep stimulating my horns like that, even I can't stay calm..."
Thankfully, Cecilia wasn't condemning my actions. An awkward silence hung between us for a moment.
Still, thanks to my help, Cecilia seemed to have stabilized her dragon heart. She sat up on the sofa.
She hadn't put her necklace back on yet, so those beautiful horns—her woody, tree-like horns—were fully visible.
As I stared at them again, entranced, Cecilia's face turned as red as a ripe tomato.
I stood there awkwardly for a moment before sitting beside her. I'd suppressed my lust for now. Just as I was about to explain everything from the beginning—
Cecilia spoke first.
"First... I want to thank you, Lord Count. I know my heart's condition better than anyone. For the seizure to stop and the pain to subside like this... it means you did something for me."
I nodded. Cecilia picked up the necklace I'd removed.
"I knew it. But why is my necklace here...? Did you take it off me, Lord Count?"
"Yes, Cecilia."
At my words, Cecilia fell into thought for a moment. Then she said,
"I... I already believe you're a good man, Lord Count. Otherwise, there's no reason you'd show this much kindness to a mere commoner like me in the imperial capital. I've heard about your character from Sister Lucia and Lady Eirin, too."
Thankfully, Cecilia was favorable toward me. She got to the point.
"So, Lord Count, I want to tell you the truth about this necklace... and about me, and these horns. You've already seen them... so you've probably guessed my identity."
I understood her meaning immediately. She trusted me. That was why she could reveal her true nature.
Moreover, by showing me her unmistakable dragonkin horns, she had to explain first.
She's been hiding her demonkin identity right in the heart of the capital.
But here I was, the son of a saintess. She wanted to reveal she was a demonkin, yet she hesitated over how to say it.
I decided to help her. It was something I'd learn anyway. And as a dragonkin, she could sense my identity more surely than anyone through those sensitive horns.
It was bound to come out eventually.
I chose honesty.
"The truth, eh? Very well, Cecilia. I suppose I owe you one truth as well. The fact is, I'm a demonkin just like you."
Her amber eyes widened in shock. She looked utterly bewildered.
"You're a demonkin, Lord Count...? D-Did I hear that wrong?"
It took her a while to process. But she seemed to realize I wasn't joking—that I meant it.
No, her instincts as a fellow demonkin were telling her so.
"This necklace from a dwarf artisan can only be removed by a non-demonkin... Of course, my horns wouldn't react like that to anyone but a fellow dragon..."
Those two facts she'd stated herself gave credence to my claim. Still, it was a hard confession to accept.
Cecilia asked once more.
"I'm not doubting you, Lord Count. But demonkin are visibly distinct from humans unless they hide their form like I do with this necklace. You look completely human... So if you're a demonkin, how do you conceal it?"
It was the obvious question. My answer was ready.
"I'm not a pureblood demonkin. I'm a half-blood. So until my full demonkin transformation completes, I can only appear human."
Cecilia grasped the implication right away.
"Not pureblood... Then, does that mean your father, the bard Riel, is a demonkin?"
"Yes."
Obviously, no one would suspect Agnes. If I was demonkin, the blood had to come from Riel.
Shock filled Cecilia's face.
"So Riel really was a demonkin! I knew the rumors of the 'Demon Bard' were false... No demonkin named Riel was known in our demon kingdom."
"That's natural. My birth father, Riel, hid his identity not just from humans, but from demonkin too."
"Hid his identity...?"
"My birth father, Riel—his true name is Lucifel. You know that name, don't you, Cecilia?"
Horror dawned on Cecilia's face.
"Lucifel! The previous Demon King... His Majesty, the Demon King of Eternal Frost!"
As Demon King, Lucifel's epithet was the Demon King of Eternal Frost.
With cold, emotionless reason and enmity toward humans, he'd led the great war twenty years ago.
The exact opposite of the richly emotional, pure youth Riel from the music dramas.
Of course, his bard persona was closer to his true self.
The Demon King Slayer DLC often depicted Lucifel's inner turmoil over his dual identity.
Cecilia continued.
"His Majesty the Demon King of Eternal Frost surely perished in the final battle of the great war... alongside Saintess Agnes. To think those two were lovers! What happened?"
"I was just an infant when they both passed, so I don't know the details. But knowing their love wasn't a one-night fling—through those music dramas—puts my mind somewhat at ease."
In truth, I knew from the DLC. And I truly didn't know the full details of their end.
The DLC focused only on their romance, not the specifics of their final moments in the war.
But the truth about the fifth Kaotic Gate in the old imperial capital—only Agnes and Lucifel would know that.
I unconsciously gripped Agnes's Rosario. The truth about the world unknown to Iseland's people, and the Kaotic Gates and monsters.
This legacy from Agnes seemed to hold those secrets.
But I set that thought aside for later. I needed to tell Cecilia more about myself.
"So, does Grand Margrave Wilhelm know you're a half-demonkin...?"
"No, he doesn't. I only recently awakened Lucifel's blood. And it only thickened to the point where my magi shows recently."
And the trigger being secretly sipping from Cecilia's teacup? I could never tell her that.
That's a matter of human dignity.
But more importantly, the fact that I'm a possessor. That this world is the game Demon King Slayer. I couldn't tell anyone that yet.
So I explained my calm acceptance of my demonkin blood—with Agnes's Rosario.
"This Rosario is my mother Saintess Agnes's legacy. Some of her memories remain in it. Including memories of demonkin. When I awakened my demonkin blood, those memories unlocked naturally. She must have foreseen the future with her saintly power and arranged it so."
Agnes, the saintess of miracles—including prophecy. It wasn't implausible.
"The saintess's foresight... Lady Agnes's power is well-known even among us demonkin. If it was her, it's possible."
"And the will within this Rosario warned me. To prepare, using every means, to stop the great chaos to come."
"Great chaos... So that's why you've been excelling so much lately, Lord Yulian. All to follow Agnes's will..."
Cecilia knew my achievements at Pantheon Academy and in the reserve platoon. After all, she was the artisan who'd forged my imperial sword.
With that, we'd sorted the current situation. Cecilia seemed to have accepted my shocking confession, more or less.
Silence settled between us again. Now we knew each other's secrets.
But the fact that I'd tried to pounce on her while she was down lingered. And I was still hyper-aware of her horns.
Cecilia couldn't miss the subtle tension between man and woman. Instincts as kin. Instincts as mates.
Perhaps driven by those instincts, Cecilia shifted the conversation naturally.
"I see. His Majesty the Demon King of Eternal Frost was an elf among demonkin. But you don't have horns yet, Lord Yulian... Still, I feel your dragon blood strongly. My body tells me so."
"Seems that way. I feel a sense of kinship with you, Cecilia... and an instinctive intimacy."
Her expression changed again—shy, yet deeply pleased.
"Intimacy... Yes. As you see, I'm a dragonkin. My true form is a dragon, so I can feel it in my body. Especially since... my ho-horns are reacting to you, Lord Yulian."
Mentioning her horns, she shyly bowed her head again.
"That's why, the moment you collapsed... I instinctively knew I had to make bodily fluid contact with you."
"Bodily fluids...?"
"You were unconscious—it was urgent. So I followed my instincts. No bad intentions. Our lips met... through that kiss, my mana flowed into you. Probably my kin energy helping you."
Cecilia nodded.
"Yes! My heart condition... well, no hiding it now. My dragon heart's illness always left me weak. But now, I feel more energized than even after purified magi stones. All thanks to you, Lord Count...!!"
"Then I'm glad. But I was still rude to you. I apologize."
Intentions aside, I'd tried to ravish her. I bowed politely, and Cecilia panicked more.
"No...! A noble like you, Lord Count... and son of the Demon King of Eternal Frost... Even among demonkin, your rank is higher than mine. No need to apologize to me..."
Suddenly, something occurred to her.
"I-I'm not that angry... but if you're sincere, Lord Count... could I ask one favor?"
"A favor? Anything. What is it?"
Cecilia fell silent. After much hesitation, she said,
"Well... actually... that was my first kiss... I was half-conscious... No, it was emergency treatment to help me, but..."
I knew what she meant. Her first kiss. I'd accidentally stolen a virgin's purity.
As a woman, she'd dreamed of a romantic first kiss.
"So, if it's alright with you, Lord Count... could you... teach me once more...?"
***
It was exactly what I wanted. Cecilia closed her eyes, as if resolved.
Her plain, makeup-free face. No gloss on her lips. But with her horns exposed,
it felt more seductive, more erotic, than any woman's naked body. Still, I desperately held back the urge to grope those horns and pressed my lips to her soft ones.
I slipped my tongue out slightly, parting her lips. A virgin utterly new to kissing.
Her body twitched repeatedly just from our lips touching. It was adorable.
"Huu... Huuup..."
My tongue slid past her lips. Her tongue stayed still, shyly. But as I slowly led with mine, Cecilia began moving hers too.
"Uum... Chup... Huuung..."
Our sticky saliva mixed, spreading each other's taste. Feeling her hot breaths, I grew more aroused.
Blood rushed between my legs. But my hands stayed on her shoulders, minding manners.
"Haa... Huaa... It's okay... You can touch my horns..."
We parted briefly; Cecilia exhaled heatedly. She'd read my mind. She permitted her horns.
Our kiss deepened intensely. One arm cradled the back of her head. The other caressed her horn.
As if fondling a breast or intimate place. My touch brimmed with lust.
"Uung... Hiiung... Aang..."
Cecilia's small body writhed in my arms.
Stimulating her sensitive erogenous zone while deep-kissing.
For a girl just experiencing her first kiss, it was too much. Her trembling grew so intense I paused the horn play and kiss.
A thick, viscous strand of saliva stretched between our tongues. Cecilia's eyes glistened wetly.
"Haa... This is a kiss... an adult kiss... My head's going blank..."
She panted roughly. We'd finished her desired first kiss. As Cecilia caught her breath, she noticed my body's change.
"Lord Count... down here... is it angry because of me?"
I didn't reply. My tyrant was already straining vertically, ready to burst my pants.
"That must hurt... You kissed me, Lord Count... May I soothe it for you?"
"Would that be alright?"
Cecilia averted her gaze. But she nodded in lieu of words. She knelt before the sofa, slipping between my legs.
I naturally placed a hand on her horn. Like gripping a handle. She didn't resist.
With awkward movements, she undid my lower garments. My massively swollen tyrant sprang free.
"This is... a man's... manhood...?"
She'd come without hesitation. But she'd never imagined it this big.
Cecilia's amber eyes quivered.