Chapter 123 — Because You Need a Moment to Breathe (5)
Chapter 123 — Because You Need a Moment to Breathe (5)
"Haaahng...!"
A sweet moan flowed out, as if she were melting.
And at the same moment,
the lewd sound of something being received into a narrow place coated in thick fluid.
Roan, who had shoved his middle and ring fingers into Grünent's vaginal opening all at once, let out a rough breath and spoke.
"...I might be rough."
"...Hah, uht..., hooohng...."
"I'm not exactly composed either."
The confession was brief.
"It's..., fine.... Hahng, uht, oohng, hooohng...!"
"Hooohb, oohb, ooh-oohb...!"
Just as Roan had warned, the parts of him buried inside both women's bodies began to move rapidly.
Grünent, who had been trying to say it was fine, could no longer finish her words and let out nasal cries,
and Aina too, after a brief respite, began struggling again to take the pounding thrusts that resumed.
Roan's fingers busily slid in and out through Grünent's lower hole.
As if desperately awaiting even fingers in place of a penis, the inside of Grünent's vagina clenched and sucked at them urgently.
His fingers were already thoroughly soaked with slick arousal fluid.
The penis striking against Aina's lower belly was just as drenched.
Not only the cock that ceaselessly slid in and out of her, but even the testicles and pubic hair below it
were drenched in the arousal fluid and tide she had freely spilled, producing wet, squelching lewd sounds.
Roan, gripping Aina's wrists like reins, roughly pulled her arms back.
"Hoo-oohb...!"
Aina's body was already wrenched back so far it was hard even to breathe. Aina panted with effort.
Although it was Roan's member—difficult to take on only her second penetration—Aina's body had begun to adapt.
Her vaginal opening still stretched, lips just barely gaping around the thick pillar-root,
but the womb deep inside, pounded dozens and hundreds of times by Roan's cock, had begun retreating further inward with excitement.
Roan's member, which at first could not be fully sheathed because the firm cervix had blocked the way, could now be buried entirely inside Aina.
When Roan thrust his hips deep,
his hardened length tore deep, deeper into Aina's vagina.
What met the tip of his glans was the entrance of the womb forced upward, and the erogenous zone around it.
Roan, having driven his cock deep into the very depths of her, let out an exhilarated sigh.
Aina's body had at last learned to properly receive Roan's member. The fact that her body was conforming itself to him filled Roan with satisfaction.
And that satisfaction nudged the urge to ejaculate higher once more.
"Finally swallowed it all, Aina."
Aina barely managed to glance back at Roan.
Tears fell ceaselessly from her eyes.
"On only your second time together, already swallowing it all up like this... a pussy that devours everything isn't common. Greedy indeed. You know it too, don't you?"
"Hoooh..., hooohb...."
Aina nodded as she wept.
Even in that moment, Roan's hand kept moving,
and the cleft between Grünent's buttocks squelched and squeezed out lewd sounds.
"Clench your pussies. Both of you."
"Hooob..., hooohb, oohb...!"
"Haaahng, I'll clench, my..., my pussy, I'll clench it, hah-oohht...!"
At Roan's command, the grip transmitted through his lower body and hand grew fiercer.
His hand was already so wet with splashing arousal fluid that it had grown slick.
The wet sounds rising from below were just as saturated.
His mind was slowly blazing white-hot.
Mounting arousal.
Anticipating ejaculation, Roan spoke in a low growl.
"I'll pump you full inside."
"Hoo-oohb! Hoob, oob, hoo-ob...!"
Aina nodded frantically, out of her mind.
The shaking of her breasts, visible even from behind, kept fueling the urge to climax that was rising to the brim.
"Hahng, I'm jeal..., ous..., Aina, hah-oohht, hooht, hooohng-oohb..., I'm going to..., hah-ooh...."
Roan's finger thrusts were so intense that even the flesh of Grünent's buttocks and breasts shook.
Looking down at the two pussies clamped around his digits, soaked and gaping wide, Roan bit his lip.
"Oong-hoohb, hoooh, oob...! Hoo-ooh-oohb...."
"I'm, going, again..., His Majesty's fingers..., fucking my pussy, hah-oohng, I'm..., going...!"
The two women began to wear similar expressions under the rapid pistoning.
Though their faces were lovely, their eyes could no longer look straight ahead and were already rolled far back, staring only at the ceiling.
Due to brains turned as gummy as the insides of their vaginas, helpless grins hung at the corners of their slack mouths.
However, if there was one difference:
Aina had her own underwear crammed into her mouth and was drooling saliva,
while Grünent had her tongue lolling out, panting open-mouthed.
Both bodies trembled as they reached climax.
Though he could not see it,
Roan, who had thrust himself inside them, could feel the peak of pleasure with utter clarity.
Under the pressure of vaginal walls clamping down fiercely, tight and squeezing hard enough to lose consciousness, Roan's member at last began spilling its semen.
"Hoo-ooh..., hoo-ob..., ooh-oohb...."
"Hahht, hah-oohng...."
Both women gasped for breath.
Grünent turned her head to look at Aina's face.
Because her body was still wrenched back,
Aina's expression as she received Roan's seed was laid bare.
The fullness flooding her belly.
The humiliation of having been ejaculated inside yet again.
Aina wore a faintly resigned face, her features utterly slack, grinning loosely.
"Hoo-ob, hoob.... Hoo-ooh...."
Unable to breathe properly through her mouth, her nose was busy huffing hot breaths.
At that ridiculous and lewd sight, Grünent unconsciously licked her lips.
Because she herself, when she had received His Majesty's semen into her womb just moments before, surely had not looked very different.
The guilty thrill of having exposed such a secretive sight,
and the traces of Roan's ejaculation still lingering inside her body—these heated Grünent's flesh.
Fingers, after all, are not enough.
Grünent unconsciously squeezed tight around the pussy that still held Roan's fingers and still twitched from time to time.
"...?"
He felt a force strong enough to push his fingers out.
Roan barely pulled his mind free from the satisfaction and arousal that had filled his head.
Grünent was clenching around the fingers inside her.
This was different from the trembling of her vagina reacting to climax.
Seeing the desperate look on her face, Roan realized that Grünent wanted him to penetrate her.
He slowly lowered and released Aina's wrists, which he had been gripping like reins for a long while.
Aina, her face collapsed limply into the bed and her hips raised to the sky, gasped for air.
After catching his breath briefly, Roan slowly withdrew his penis, which had been buried deep in Aina's vaginal opening.
"Hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh...."
A stifled moan slipped out softly, like a sigh.
With a slick, sticky sound, as Roan's member pulled free, white turbid fluid gushed out in surges.
Yet Aina lay with both hands limp, unable to stir. She could do nothing but inhale and exhale through her nose.
Roan, smiling faintly at the utterly exhausted woman, turned toward Grünent's buttocks, still drenched and glistening.
"Grünent."
"Yes, Your Majes..., hah-ooh-oohng...."
As his fingers slipped out, Grünent's posture collapsed without her realizing it.
"Requests should be made with words. Just clenching won't do."
A gentle voice.
Grünent felt her face flush hot.
She was supposed to set an example in front of Aina,
but in the end, my mouth can't be honest either.
Embarrassed, Grünent lifted her rear high and swayed it gently.
"I too..., Your Majesty's cock..., please put it inside me.... Semen in my pussy..., I beg you...."
"Hoooh."
Roan let out a hot sigh.
At Grünent's voice and gestures, Roan's penis, undaunted, began to stand tall again.
"When you ask like that..., I can't help myself."
"Kyah-ooh-oohng...!!!"
Roan pulled Grünent's hips back and plunged his length into her vaginal opening.
A slick entrance so drenched with arousal fluid and semen that it needed no foreplay at all.
The inside of Grünent, wrapped around Roan's member, sucked him in with powerful pressure.
Roan sensed that he was rapidly approaching his third ejaculation.
In moments like this when his mind turned blank,
the matter of the crystals. The count.
Matters concerning the Hero.
He could forget everything and sink into satisfaction.
Under thrusts even faster than the previous two rounds, Grünent's arms collapsed and she cried out in ecstasy.
"Hahng, uht, ooht, Your, hahng, Majes, so, fierce, hah-oohng...!"
"Do you dislike it?"
"It's, gooood..., Your Majesty, hah-ooh, fucking, my pussy, hahng, ah, ahng, thank, youu, ahng...!"
With the strength gone from her arms, Grünent had her face and breasts buried in the sheets, her body grinding against the bed with every thrust Roan delivered.
Aina still had not come back to her senses and was staring blankly at Grünent with unfocused eyes.
Roan's semen still trickled thickly from her entrance, which remained slightly parted and gaping.
"Hah-ooh, I'm, climaxing, again.... Hah-aahng, hahht, what do, I do, again, I'm going again...."
"How lewd, Grünent."
"Eheheh...."
Giggling weakly at Roan's words, Grünent breathlessly announced her climax.
"My lewd, pussy, is going, hahng, hah-aahng, Your Majesty, with your cock, hah-uhk, being fucked, I'm, going to come...!"
"Go ahead."
"Hah-ooh..., uht..., hah-oohng, uht...."
The moment permission was granted, her body stiffened. The buttocks and thighs Roan gripped went taut with tension.
At the same time, the vaginal walls wrapped around Roan's length began to tremble.
Roan reached climax soon after.
Roan's penis, clamped inside Grünent's vagina that clenched and squeezed without respite, began to pulse and shudder.
Semen was spraying into her womb.
"Hah-oohng, semen..., filling me up...."
With her face still buried, Grünent murmured as if in bliss.
**
Even on a February dawn, the Emperor's bedchamber was warm.
The fireplace must have had enough wood.
Roan, who had briefly stood before it to gauge the temperature, finished wiping Grünent's and Aina's bodies as he always did and cast 'Blessing of the Stars.'
"Mm...ng."
Perhaps because forest elves were sensitive to the flow of power,
even Aina, deep asleep, stirred with a small sound the moment he cast the blessing.
Finding the sight endearing, Roan stroked her hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
After likewise kissing Grünent, who lay beside her sleeping like the dead,
Roan threw on a robe and headed for the bathroom.
Ordinarily, Helen would have come to clean in the morning, but recently he had forbidden her morning visits.
It was because her fatigue had become visible to the eye as the research dragged on.
'I knew it wouldn't be easy, but....'
Submerged in the bath, Roan sighed.
Normally, there would have been an attendant assisting in the bath, but here alone, he wanted a moment to himself.
He had secured his right to privacy in the bathroom with a single word: 'Do not disturb.'
'I have to endure, if nothing else.'
The finance minister had said the stockpiled wheat could last two years.
On top of that, there was also the wheat bought from Arteala.
Since the war had been halted,
although not many, he could also secure the manpower to begin farming again come spring.
It was true that the sooner, the better.
But he did not want to pressure the count for at least one year.
Because he knew all too well that being pushed around by the higher-ups produced no good results.
'Effort alone won't cut it.'
Roan rose from the bath.
In the end, the former Demon King's advice had proven excellent.
With an already outstanding physical constitution,
he spent his nights ejaculating multiple times into one or more women every day.
Afterward, far from collapsing as he had before, he felt not the slightest fatigue working from the earliest hours of the morning.
"Have you coughed, Your Majesty?"
In the dressing room adjacent to the bedchamber, he quietly changed clothes so as not to wake the sleeping women and headed toward the training grounds.
"...Fiora. Are you sulking?"
When submerged in blood, the blood level did diminish,
yet Fiora said nothing.
Had the power she expended for her manifestation been far greater than he had imagined? If only she were simply sulking, jokingly refusing to speak—that would be a relief, but.
When she had been before his eyes, wariness and fear had loomed large,
but now that the presence who had spoken to him almost every day had fallen into silence, Roan felt rather lonely.
"Bewitching Sword Fiora...."
It had already been three weeks since she sealed her lips. If this continued, it would grow worrying whether her function had become abnormal.
It seemed he would have to go see the Owlbear librarian for the first time in a long while.