Chapter 17 Shock and Horror!
Shock and Horror!
Aria's voice was sharp as she interrogated me, her tone dripping with clear hostility. "Is there a problem? It's not like I'm forcing her, right?"
Slap. After giving Beatrice's buttocks a light spank, she buried her face into the bed and nodded. "A little harder, please..."
"Got it."
After spanking her again, I immediately refocused on the sex. The faster my hips moved, the quicker the Saintess's body shuddered in response. In contrast, Aria's expression grew increasingly sour. "How vulgar."
"Vulgar? It's just biological instinct. Or have you never experienced this?"
"Not worth answering."
Aria immediately began picking up the food and plates that had fallen to the floor. A short while later, she returned with a fresh set of dishes. Unlike before, she didn't drop anything out of shock this time. In that brief moment, I had already plunged deep into Beatrice's pussy. When I pulled my cock out, the gushing cum felt intensely lewd. "Stand up again."
"Huh...?"
"Clean it with your mouth."
I pointed to my cock, slick with a mix of her juices and my cum. Truthfully, my intention was less about cleaning and more about flaunting it in front of Aria, the Monarch. Sure enough, she flinched visibly at the sight of my thick, forearm-sized shaft. "Suck it, you sex slave."
"Such a crude term...?"
Unlike the stunned Aria, Beatrice slowly parted her lips. Without hesitation, she took my sticky cock into her mouth, the glans sliding deep past her lips. "You swallow so well. Getting used to it, aren't you?"
"...You're the one who made me practice."
Her first blowjob had been so clumsy that I'd made her practice for days with a wooden dildo—one modeled exactly after mine. Fortunately, the demon craftsmen's skills were exceptional, so it didn't take long to make. The results of her training were more than satisfying. Before, she could barely manage to lick the tip—hardly enough to satisfy me. But now, her tongue worked tirelessly, stimulating every inch of my shaft. In just a few days, she'd developed the tongue skills of a seasoned seductress. Maybe Beatrice was a prodigy when it came to blowjobs. "Good expression."
"Mmph!"
Beatrice shot me a look as if telling me not to move. But the sight of her looking up at me with my cock stuffed in her mouth gave me an overwhelming sense of dominance. Seeing her like this only made me want to thrust harder. I gently grabbed her hair—her vivid golden locks felt like they were made to be my handle. "Mmmph?"
Using her hair like a grip, I slowly rocked my hips. Lewd, ear-tickling noises spilled continuously from Beatrice's mouth. Schlurp, churp, schlp. The sounds of her swallowing spit, the wet friction of my cock against her lips—it was all unbearably erotic. But most beautiful of all was the way her eyes reddened every time I tugged her hair and shoved my cock deeper. Eventually, I pulled out. Unlike before, there were no complaints about going too deep—just a faint, knowing smile. "Looks like you didn't clean it all. Should we go again?"
"Understood..."
I pushed my cock back into her mouth. Even after one orgasm, its imposing size remained undiminished. A single climax wasn't nearly enough to weaken me. "I don't wanna suck anymore..."
"Stop whining."
I grabbed her chin and thrust back in. Fucking her pussy would come later. Quietly, I glanced at Aria's reaction.
Standing in a corner, she watched my interaction with Beatrice with an air that suggested she might bolt at any moment. Heh heh, seeing this firsthand must be leaving quite an impression.
Truthfully, if I wanted to force myself on her, there was nothing stopping me. She stood no chance against my strength. Even if she bit her tongue and tried to kill herself, I could easily restrain her from moving a single muscle. But that would be utterly tasteless. Taking a woman with such a supreme body—and of such high status, no less—in that manner was something I instinctively recoiled from. What I truly desired was for her to beg me herself to fuck her. Nothing was more arousing than a strong-willed woman pleading for it. Take a good long look. Later, you'll be the one taking it like this.
Like a teaching aid, I slowly rocked my hips. Beatrice was already accustomed to my cock, so she showed no hesitation in response to my movements. "Mmph! Mmmph! Ugh!"
The moment the rims of her eyes reddened, tears welled up. No doubt this was a reaction to my cock hitting the back of her throat—a perfectly natural bodily response, so I wasn't concerned. If anything, the movements of her tongue grew even more vicious, stimulating me further. This was an unexpected variable. I hadn't planned to cum in her mouth again, but now I had no choice. "I'm gonna come. That mouth of yours is something else, huh?"
I gripped her head tightly and shot my load like a gun firing. Along with the release came a faint sense of relief. The moment I pulled out, Beatrice coughed violently, spilling some of the semen. "Cough! Cough!"
The semen sliding down her throat must have momentarily blocked her airway, causing Beatrice to cough violently. A quick glance revealed her face was utterly disheveled—tear streaks dried beneath her reddened eyes, traces of semen smeared around her lips. Though her appearance could only be described as a complete mess, her striking beauty somehow managed to overshadow even that state.
"Alright then, shall we put that pussy to use again?"
"...Didn't you just finish? Don't tell me you're hard again already?"
"Is that a problem?"
"...You're not human, are you? Or is this normal for the demon race?"
"I'm special."
***
I slowly pressed my cock against Beatrice's raised hips as she lay back on the bed. Her soaked pussy felt so slick against me that it seemed I could slide right in with the slightest push.
I'd originally planned to enter her immediately.
But catching sight of Aria watching from a distance made me want to draw out the foreplay.
"Sex slave, stand up and spread your ass for me."
"...What?"
I gestured toward Aria with my eyes. Though my words were deliberately crude, my gaze never wavered. Beatrice seemed to understand my intention and gave a small nod—though not without muttering under her breath.
"It's... embarrassing..."
"Don't think of it as embarrassing. I'll make it feel even better as compensation."
"That's a promise."
I nodded, then immediately grabbed Beatrice's legs. With her cooperation, I spread them into an M-shape before lifting her hips onto my thighs, leaving her pussy completely exposed for all to see.
"This is so humiliating..."
Naturally, Aria had the clearest view of Beatrice's spread pussy. Her eyes trembled faintly.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, though despite her accusatory tone, her gaze remained fixed in place.
"What does it look like? Since you seem to enjoy watching so much, I thought I'd give you a proper show."
"I'm not some kind of pervert."
"Oh? You've been stealing glances this whole time—must've misunderstood then."
Slowly, I pressed the tip of my cock against Beatrice's pussy. The way her labia lewdly parted looked obscenely tempting—it seemed like the slightest pressure would make me slide right in.
"Well? The saintess's pussy. Quite pretty, don't you think?"
"Saintess? That whorish woman?"
"Whore?! How dare you say such vulgar things!"
"Honestly, she gives off that impression, but surprisingly, she is a saintess."
"...You too?"
It was no wonder she was mistaken for a whore. Her pussy was an absolute mess—semen and arousal fluids mixed together, the surrounding flesh swollen red, her slit continuously dripping cum.
Anyone who could look at this scene and still think "saintess" would deserve to be dragged before the Church for blasphemy.
"See this part here?"
I tugged at the saintess's pubic hair as I spoke. Of course, Beatrice had repeatedly begged me not to, but why would I listen to a sex slave's pleas?
The golden pubic hair, matted with drying semen, honestly looked rather unappealing—downright filthy, even.
I was sorely tempted to rip it all out right then.
"Pubes. Protective hair for sensitive areas, no?"
"'Pubes'? Spare me the euphemisms—this is pussy hair."
"How crude. I would never use such—"
"Enough digressing. I'll show you how we groom a saintess's hair now."
"Groom that area? I don't understand."
"Wait, you're grooming her there?! You never mentioned this!"
The saintess struggled in protest, but with her legs spread in an M-shape, she couldn't move an inch.
"Sex slave, don't resist. If you do, no more sex for you."
"But..."
Beatrice's eyes trembled violently. She was already addicted to my cock—there was no way she could ever be satisfied with another man now. She knew that too.
"In return, after we tidy up, I'll give you a nice blowjob. How's that?"
"...Tch, it's not like I'm only agreeing because of that."
"Sure, whatever you say."
Without hesitation, I spread the now-warm wax over her pubic area. The strange sensation made Beatrice flinch. As soon as the wax began hardening, I warned her:
"This might sting a bit."
"Sting?!"
She'd find out soon enough.
Riiip!
"KYAAAAAAAH!!!!"
Beatrice shrieked in pain. Unfortunately, there was still plenty more to remove. Her screams continued to fill the room after that.