The Queen's Body (2)
I didn't stop.
Elena wanted it.
It felt fucking incredible.
The queen's bed.
Candlelight flickered through the lace curtains draping the canopy. The bedspread bearing the kingdom's crest lay crumpled and shoved aside, half spilled onto the floor. Two figures on silk sheets.
After the first climax.
Elena's body was burning. A crimson flush had risen across her white skin — from her chest to her throat, and up to her cheeks. Golden hair fanned out across the sheets in every direction, like a portrait of a queen dethroned.
But her eyes were alive. A fire burned in those violet eyes. A fire that had been extinguished for three years.
"More."
One word. Decisive. In the bedchamber, the queen was even more commanding than in her study.
Fuck, I loved that decisiveness. I'd never known being given orders could feel this good. A woman who had reigned for ages flipped the direction of her authority in one place only — the bed. The mouth that had ruled a nation told me, more.
I changed the position.
Laying Elena down, I lifted her legs. Her thighs were solid. A queen with riding experience — real strength in those legs.
I pushed in from the front. Missionary. The most basic position there is — but also the one where twenty-six centimeters reach the deepest. Aimed straight at the innermost point of the queen's breeding spot.
"Aahh……!!"
Elena's back arched like a bow. Golden hair rippled across the pillow. Both hands seized my back, nails digging in. It hurt. A good kind of hurt.
"So deep…… Do-hyun, too deep……"
"Shall I ease up?"
"No. Don't you dare."
Forbidden. A decree from the queen.
I found a rhythm — deep and slow. To the hilt every time, a slow drag back out, then hilted again. And every time, my tip tapped the innermost reaches of the queen, right at the entrance of her womb.
"Hahh…… mmh…… aahh……"
Elena's moans filled the room. A woman's cries echoing through the queen's bedchamber — a room that had known three years of silence.
Sensory Amplification. A silken pulse.
I threaded the sensation into the rhythm, riding every deep thrust with a wave of pleasure.
"Aaahh……!! What…… what is this……"
Elena's eyes went wide. Pleasure she had never known. A kind of stimulation she had never once felt with the king.
"Even the king was never like this…… I've never felt anything like this……"
The comparison again. But comparison meant nothing now. A different dimension entirely.
...I let out a small laugh inside. Getting cocky about a "different dimension" while actively manipulating her senses with an ability. Not exactly fair play. But then, I wasn't exactly in any position to demand fair play after being dragged to another world. All that was happening was that the queen's womb, unfilled by her king for three years, was being filled — by an otherworlder's cock.
I picked up the pace. Elena's legs wound around my waist, heels pressing into my back. She was holding me. With her whole body. Clamping the cock deep inside her — a body refusing to let a single drop of seed go.
The bed shook. Rattle. Rattle. The massive frame of royal furniture groaned with the rhythm.
"Do-hyun…… Do-hyun…… Do-hyun……"
She chanted my name. Like an incantation. With every stroke.
The second climax came.
Elena's insides convulsed and clamped down. Frenziedly. Her violet eyes rolled back — white. Her mouth hung open, but no sound came out. Her vocal cords had been paralyzed by pleasure too overwhelming to voice.
Five seconds. A soundless climax. And then——
"Uuaaahhh……!!"
She broke. A moan like a scream, a wail ringing through the queen's bedchamber.
Elena's entire body shuddered. The convulsions inside her lasted thirty seconds — clench, release, clench, release. The mouth of her womb opened and closed around my tip as if trying to swallow it whole. If I'd spilled right then, that grip would have sucked me in to the root.
I didn't stop. I kept moving through the aftershocks.
"Aahh…… wait…… wait, hold on…… I'm still coming……"
New stimulation before the first wave had even finished. Continuous stimulation.
"No…… like this, I'll……"
She was coming again. Three years of pent-up sensitivity did that. Once the dam opened, it became a chain reaction.
I didn't stop.
I changed the position again.
"Elena."
"Hahh…… yes……"
"From behind."
A beat of silence. Elena's violet eyes wavered.
"Behind……?"
"Trust me."
Elena turned over and lowered herself onto all fours.
Golden hair spilled down her back. A white back, the curve of her waist — and then her ass.
Fuck.
Elena's ass. The crowning glory of that hourglass figure. Wide and firm. The well-kept pride of the royal household's... no, this went beyond grooming. This was the work of genetics. A flawless curve, flawless volume. A pelvis sculpted to carry a royal's seed and continue the line — though the king himself hadn't spared it a glance in three years.
Elena raised her hips, bending at the knee. Rear entry.
She turned her head to look back at me. Violet eyes glossed red with arousal, golden hair half veiling her face.
"……Hurry."
The queen's command. Bedchamber edition.
I entered from behind. In one stroke.
Fuck, so goddamn good.
"Uuaaahhh……!!"
Elena's head snapped back. Both hands clutched the sheets, silk pulled taut enough to tear.
In this position, twenty-six centimeters went deeper still. The angle was different — it reached where the front couldn't. The angle that seated the mouth of her womb squarely on the head of my cock, perfect for pouring seed in.
"Aahh…… there…… you're hitting there……"
I moved. Hard. Fast.
Slap. Slap. Flesh striking flesh. Elena's ass rippling with every impact, golden hair dancing across her back.
"Good…… it's good, Do-hyun…… harder……"
I gave her hard. Each thrust drove my hips flush against hers and planted the tip of my cock at her deepest point, right against the entrance of her womb.
The bed slammed into the wall. Thud. Thud. In time with the rhythm. The bed carved with the kingdom's crest, beating itself against the wall. There was poetry in it — the king's bed, moved by a man who was not the king; the queen's body, taken on that very bed; and onto the royal breeding spot, a seed that wasn't the king's.
Sensory Amplification. One level further.
"Aaaaahhh……!! No……!! I'm coming again……!!"
The third climax.
Elena's arms gave out and her upper body collapsed onto the bed, hips still raised, face buried in the pillow. Her screams went into the pillow and came out as muffled moans.
But her hips never dropped. Trembling, she held the position. Instinct — the instinct not to let go of the pleasure. ...No, it was more than that. Even as she came apart, her body was keeping the breeding angle on its own, holding herself exactly where the cock sank deepest. It was what a womb starved for three years demanded of her.
I didn't pull out. I kept moving inside her — slow, deep, riding out the climax with her.
"Uuuhh…… hahh…… hahh……"
Elena lifted her face from the pillow. Tears and drool mixed together. It wasn't the queen's face anymore. It was a woman's — a woman undone by pleasure.
"Do-hyun…… I'm losing my mind…… I'm actually losing it……"
"That's all right."
"It is not all right…… I've never felt this before…… not even with the king……"
The king, three years ago. Meaning that even back then, it had never been like this.
"Then that was the king's failing."
"……Ah."
A look of realization crossed her face. For three years she had asked herself whether she was the one who was lacking — and now her body had learned the truth: the king was the one who had come up short.
A cognitive shift.
Her body, not her mind, had understood that the king's absence was never her failure but his. That her womb was not incapable of receiving seed — the king had simply never given it any.
Was this therapy, or corruption?
Both. Fuck, it was always both. Every woman I touched ended up the same. I unwound them while breaking them, broke them while unwinding them — and I'm a bastard with no intention of ever drawing that line.
I changed the position again.
I raised Elena up. Lifted her.
"What……?"
I sat her down on top of me. Cowgirl. Elena above.
"Lead, Elena."
"Me……?"
The queen straddled me, golden hair cascading down both sides. Her breasts hung before my eyes. Violet eyes gazed down at me, candlelight behind her carving out her silhouette.
The queen's posture. A queen enthroned upon the bed.
Elena began to move her hips. Slowly. Up and down.
"Nnhh…… so deep……"
In this position, gravity joined twenty-six centimeters. Elena's own weight carried every downward motion to her innermost depths — each time she sat, she pressed the head of my cock against the mouth of her own womb and swallowed it.
"Aahh…… this position…… all of it goes in……"
Elena tried to set a rhythm. The queen's control — the instinct to command from above. Hips forward and back, up and down, searching for her own pace.
But every time the twenty-six centimeters moved, that pace fell apart.
"Aahh……!! No…… I can't focus……"
I drove up from below, shattering Elena's rhythm with every stroke, kicking the mouth of her womb upward from underneath.
"Uuaahh……!!"
Her control collapsed. Her waist gave out, both hands bracing against my chest, nails biting in.
"Hahh…… hahh…… Do-hyun, that's too……"
I thrust up. Again. Again. The rhythm was mine now.
Cowgirl, and yet I was the one leading. She sat enthroned above, but the one moving was below. I stripped the queen's authority right out of her hands — here, on this bed.
"Aaahh……!! This is……!!"
Elena's hips began to move on their own. No longer control — instinct. The pelvis's instinct to drag the head of my cock down to the innermost place, the breeding spot, and impale herself on it. Her hands left my chest and seized her own hair, golden strands winding through her fists. Her head fell back, throat bared, collarbones gleaming.
...Fuck, I was losing it.
The queen was coming apart.
On the bed. On top of twenty-six centimeters. Losing all control, swallowed whole by pleasure.
Sensory Amplification. Guiding her to the peak.
"Do-hyun…… Do-hyun…… again…… I'm coming again……!!"
The fourth... no — it was continuous now. The lines had blurred somewhere after the third.
Elena's insides convulsed wildly. Her whole body went rigid, frozen in place atop me — stuffed to the mouth of her womb by her own weight — trembling from head to toe.
"Uuaaaaahhh……!!"
A scream.
Ringing through the queen's bedchamber — the scream of a woman who had swallowed it all for three years.
Tears spilled. She was crying as she came. Pleasure and emotion erupting together, three years of repression pouring out of her all at once.
"Do-hyun…… Do-hyun…… Do-hyun……"
She called my name. Over and over. Like a spell. Like a prayer.
...A prayer. A word that couldn't fit more poorly — and yet for this woman, right now, it was the right one. A woman who had lost her god was calling for me. No guilt in it. If she had carried any, she would never have come this far.
Elena stayed collapsed on top of me for a while, catching her breath. Her racing heart slowly found its beat again.
"Do-hyun."
"Yes."
"You're…… still all right?"
When I nodded, her violet eyes widened in surprise.
"The king always rolled over the moment he finished."
That one short sentence carried the full weight of years' worth of insult. Instead of preening over the comparison with the king, I waited for what Elena would say next. She straightened herself and studied my face for a long moment.
"You remember what we agreed on earlier, don't you? I decide, and you confirm."
"I remember."
"Then tell me the risks first."
She was asking about the chance of conception. I told her plainly that my power worked on the mind and could not control ovulation or implantation — and that I had no way of knowing whether today was one of the so-called "dangerous days." That was beyond the reach of Suggestion. It belonged to the body, and to medicine.
Elena pressed her lips together, thinking for a moment.
"Angry as I am, I won't turn my own body into an instrument of revenge."
Her fury at the king who had abandoned her, and her desire to choose a man who was not the king, were both unmistakable. But she had no intention of leaving the consequences of that choice to impulse.
"Still, I don't want tonight erased. It's a night I chose for myself."
The two of us went over the means of contraception we had prepared, and what risk still remained. It was no perfect method. We agreed that tomorrow morning I would seek a physician's advice in a way that would never reveal my identity. The political danger lingered — but at least neither of us was pretending a false ability could guarantee our safety.
"If you're uneasy, we can stop here."
"No. I'm going on."
"That's yours to decide, Elena."
"Yes. Mine."
She called my name — not with a queen's command, nor a patient's dependence, but with a voice holding fast to her own choice. I asked her one more time whether she was certain, and Elena answered without looking away.
Under the candlelight, our shadows drew close again. After that, neither of us hurried. Whenever her breathing broke, we paused; whenever a name was spoken, we looked into each other's eyes first.
What remained at the end was no declaration of one person owning the other. It was Elena's single sentence — that she had known the risk, and the decision was still hers.
"Tonight, I chose."
Those words lingered in the room for a long time, until dawn faintly lit the window.
Dawn was breaking.
A pale violet sky showed between the window frames — the same color as Elena's eyes. The first light of morning crept into the room.
We lay side by side, watching the ceiling.
Elena's golden hair spilled over my shoulder. My arm lay tucked beneath her neck. It had gone numb. I didn't move it.
Her breathing had steadied. Her heart had found its place. The sweat was cooling on our skin. Elena lay with her legs pressed together, one hand resting on her lower belly — as if to keep from spilling what she'd taken inside. Unconscious. Pure instinct.
Silence.
A long, deep silence.
"Do-hyun."
"Yes."
"Inside…… you came inside?"
"……Yes. As deep as it goes."
"……It's fine. No — fine isn't the word……"
A beat.
"It felt good."
Good, she said. The queen. Being finished inside. Receiving seed all the way to her womb. It felt good.
"I enjoyed it too."
"……Did you?"
She turned her head to look at me. Violet eyes, somehow more transparent in the dawn light. The traces of dried tears. Swollen lips — we'd kissed far too much for that.
"This…… can't happen just once."
Elena's voice was small, but certain.
"It can't be just once, Do-hyun."
"As much as Your Highness desires."
"I told you to call me Elena."
Ah. Right. Your Highness didn't belong in this moment.
"……As much as Elena desires."
Elena laughed — for the first time, a truly, genuinely happy smile.
"I'll want it a lot. Three years' worth."
Three years' worth. Fuck, that suited me just fine.
"I can handle it."
"That confident?"
"The confidence of 26 centimeters."
Elena burst out laughing. A bright, real laugh. Who in this kingdom had ever seen the queen laugh that loudly?
"Silly."
Silly, again. The queen's pet name for me had become "silly."
Elena brushed a hand over her lower belly once. Then she said, low, almost to herself:
"……Today was a dangerous day. I told you to come inside knowing that."
I knew. I'd known already. But hearing it from her own mouth made the lower belly I'd just been watching feel heavy all over again.
The dawn light was strengthening. The maids would come soon.
"You have to go."
"I know."
But neither of us moved.
"……Five more minutes."
Elena buried her face in my chest. Golden hair spread across it.
Five minutes.
The birds had begun to sing — the birds of the royal gardens.
I got up. Dressed. From the bed, Elena pulled the covers up and watched me.
...I had just emptied everything I had. And yet — the wrist tugging the blanket up, the tousled golden hair, that body still holding what I'd given her between her legs — one look, and my gut tightened and my cock began to lift its head again. Easy, now. Press it down, hard. A man who just pumped his seed into the queen's womb until it overflowed, getting hard again mid-dress — does that make any sense? Fuck, what a pathetic, useless piece of equipment this thing is.
It twitched.
"Come again tonight."
"I will."
"Promise."
"I promise."
I stepped out of the room. The corridor was empty. The palace at dawn, in the gap between the guards' shifts.
As I walked, I thought.
I had taken the queen.
I had put the highest woman in this otherworld beneath me — on a bed carved with the kingdom's crest. The body the king hadn't glanced at in three years. Into the womb he had abandoned, I had poured my seed all through the night, on a dangerous day.
Elena's violet eyes. The voice that called my name each time she peaked. The hand that clutched my sleeve, saying stay a little longer. The decisive eyes that commanded, finish inside me.
I had filled three years of thirst.
And a person in the desert never lets go of water once they've tasted it. I knew that, and filled her anyway. No — filled her because I knew. What a wonderful thing to be self-aware about.
The queen. The true power behind the kingdom. Golden hair. Violet eyes. Thirty-eight. An hourglass.
She had become my woman.
...And yet, it wasn't over.
Around midnight — right after the act. Elena, lying between the sheets and staring up at the ceiling, had said:
"Do-hyun. There are three more women in this palace. Kalandel's concubines. Lianne, Sophia, and Mireille. Eight years."
Memory Reading switched itself on. The outlines of all three rose out of Elena's mind. Eight years of near-total neglect — and violence whenever the king did bother to visit. Mireille had her hair seized. Lianne had been insulted to her face. Sophia, four years in the palace, had never been summoned once. Three wombs that had never been touched — never mind seeded — left to rot in this palace.
"Use your Counselor ability on those three. I'll create the pretext — 'mental treatment by royal command.' Kalandel doesn't care whether his concubines live or die. You only need to keep up appearances."
"First thing tomorrow morning, then?"
"I'm entrusting it to you. You're the only one who can."
I promised.
The first card Elena held out to her first ally was the psychological treatment of three women who could serve as hostages against her own political rival. A strange choice, politically. As a human being, though — it told me exactly what kind of woman she was.
Fuck. What a goddamn good woman. So good that letting a bastard like me put seed in her feels like a waste.
Sorry, Marisa — no. Not sorry. Marisa is Marisa, and Elena is Elena. Both of them are my women.
Milf Hunter Kang Do-hyun.
Day fifty-two in the otherworld. Women taken: nine (Marisa, Irene, Rosa, Erica, Helga, Karin, Eva, Sophie, Linne). And now the tenth — the queen. A queen who took my seed all the way to her womb, on a dangerous day.
The palace at dawn. The scent of roses, and birdsong.
Tomorrow morning, the queen will send me to the three women the king abandoned.