Chapter 25 — The Princess Can't Sleep (4)

"Mm...ah..."

Roan's hot tongue delved past Grünent's small lips. Her body flinched at the unexpected invasion. She squeezed her eyes shut again without realizing it.

Grünent felt her breathing grow more and more ragged. She wanted to turn her head and rest for a moment, but Roan's hand cupped her cheek and would not permit it.

Only after his tongue had wrapped around her small tongue and filled her mouth several times, after his lips had met and parted from hers again and again, did the Demon King grant her a sliver of freedom.

"...Haa, haa..., haa..."

Their mingled saliva stretched in a long thread between his lips and hers, then vanished. Grünent, still catching her breath, saw it and her eyes went wide.

Roan, believing he had given her enough respite, lunged for her again. The blue eyes that had been looking up at him, wide, were once more slowly closed.

And then the princess's body jolted.

"Hic, Your..., mmph..., Your Majesty..."

One of Roan's hands was slowly tracing her waist and its surroundings. From the swell of her breasts, past her hips below, to her thighs and their inner sides.

Everywhere the Demon King's hand touched, heat spread, and the princess writhed. Her small moans were blocked by Roan's tongue and could not properly escape.

"Mmm..., mmph..., Your..., haht..."

With an expression that said she could not understand why her body was reacting this way, the princess looked down at Roan's hand. His hand swept down over her nightgown, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠following the contours of her figure.

Then, abruptly, his hand stopped at one spot.

A breast too large to fit in a single hand, right at its peak.

"...Your...Majesty...?"

"Can you feel it?"

Roan used his palm to lightly sweep across the tip of that peak.

"Hyaht?!"

The princess let out a small shriek and bucked upward. The Demon King, as if he found it endearing, buried his face in the nape of her neck.

"You like it too."

"...Pardon?"

"This."

"Ah...mmph..."

"When it feels good, this is what happens. Grünent."

"That..., haah..."

As the peak of her erect nipple was stimulated through the thin fabric of her nightgown, Grünent could not finish her sentence. She was filled with bewilderment.

That her breasts had become like that, that her body reacted when the Emperor touched it, that she was making such noises—all of it was unexpected.

"Why...why is it like this..."

"It means your body wants to accept me."

Roan spoke as he lightly bit the nape of her neck. A mark like a red flower petal was left behind.

The princess was flustered by Roan's words.

"M-My body...?"

"Mm. Just as my body is excited because it wants to have you."

Roan gently pressed his erect member against the princess's thigh. Fortunately, she did not seem as terrified as before.

"See?"

And Roan slowly pulled up the hem of Grünent's nightgown.

For a moment, the princess nearly stopped his hands out of embarrassment but managed to suppress the movement.

'For adult men and women to join, they have to take off their clothes.'

Her knowledge of sex only went that far.

And then she almost fainted at Roan's next action. The words that barely escaped her lips did not form a proper shape.

"Your..., haah..., Your...Majesty...?"

Her nightgown had already been pulled up to her waist. And Roan was staring openly at the damp stain visible over her thong, placing his finger on it and rubbing slowly.

Soaked with her arousal, the thong clung to her, revealing the shape of the cleft between her legs.

When the Demon King's pale finger moved, Grünent's sweet moan escaped as if it had been waiting.

"Haa..., ah, ahng...why..., hahng..."

"It's for the same reason mine got bigger."

Even in her hazy state, Grünent was shocked.

Was he saying that a woman's body got wet like this when it wanted to receive a man? That a man's body got that big when he wanted to have a woman?

Why hadn't Carol told her about this?!

Grünent did not know that her oldest maidservant had been treasuring the account, looking forward to telling it on the night before her wedding.

"It feels...strange..., Your...Majesty...mmph..."

"Mm. I think I will...lose myself, too."

As he rubbed over Grünent's sodden thong, Roan held back his urge to thrust into her right then with a thread-thin ration of reason. He felt like he was going crazy.

But Grünent was relying on him completely. The thought that he did not want her first time to be handled roughly like that held the far end of Roan's reason in a fierce grip.

Amidst it all, Roan sensed the familiar power of a skill and let out a hollow laugh.

'No, do I even need to mobilize 'Willpower' for this...?'

Still, it did help.

He pulled himself together and, so as not to startle Grünent, slowly removed her gown and then her nightgown.

Just as a jewel wrapped in thin petals was revealed, Grünent's pale body was laid bare. Now only two thin pieces of underwear covered her form, flushed red with anticipation.

And even those were inadequate to hide the nipples, stiff as if awaiting stimulation, and the mound overflowing with arousal fluid.

Making a satisfied groan, the Demon King licked his way up the princess's stomach.

"Y-Your Majesty?!"

There was no answer. As if it tickled, the princess lightly gripped the Demon King's horns and hair, but Roan paid no mind and lapped at her stomach, her side, and the soft swell of her breast.

Feeling the movement of his tongue through the thin fabric over her breast, the princess bit her lip and let out a moan.

"Hic..., haah..., it's...embarrassing..."

But the two points jutting sharply from her chest seemed to desire something contrary to her words.

Roan decided to answer them.

Through the thin bra, he lightly bit with his teeth the nipple that was now so protruding it could not hide its shape.

"Hyaht?!"

The princess's body bucked again. By then, Roan's firm arm had slipped behind her waist to support her.

Her lifted upper body could not evade Roan's relentless attack.

"Your, Ma...mmmph! Haaahng..."

Roan lifted the thin bra with his teeth as he bit it.

As if they had been choked, her large breasts—which did not match her frame—her small, light-colored areolae, and the nipples at their centers popped out from beneath the bra as if they had been tossed free.

"...."

"Your Majesty..., when you stare...like that..."

The Demon King blocked the princess's arms with his horns as she instinctively tried to cover her chest. Taking care that the tips of his horns did not prick her breasts, he buried his face between them.

One hand grasped a plush breast. The resilient, soft round form was pressed out between his large fingers.

"...."

"Yes?"

"I said they're pretty."

Roan, who had been murmuring into the valley between her breasts, raised his head at Grünent's question and answered.

Grünent shut her eyes tight once more.

"You're very good at...embarrassing words..."

"Why are you embarrassed? It's the truth."

And Roan took as much of Grünent's breast into his mouth as he could.

"Hahht!"

Inside his mouth, his tongue rolled and flicked at her areola and nipple. Grünent only writhed at the intense sensation she had never felt before.

Of course, held firmly in Roan's arms, resistance was meaningless.

"Hahng, hngah..., strange..., it's..., Your Majesty..., haht...!"

Roan was swallowing the tip of a breast that overflowed even his hand. As the Demon King sucked hard with a soft, wet sound, the princess began to moan as if she could not bear it.

It was a sound she wanted to hide, but the pleasurable, bizarre sensation from her chest was too intense.

With her nipple still in his mouth, Roan looked up at her and spoke.

"Is it strange?"

"Haa...ng, yes..., i-it is..."

"Hm."

The hand that had been gripping her breast traveled downward, and Roan's fingers began to slip inside her underwear.

"Your...Majesty?"

While Roan's tongue ravaged her pink nipple once again, his fingers rubbed the entrance between her legs.

"Haaahng..., hahng, ahng, aah..."

Before long, a lewd sound other than moaning began to be heard in the bedroom.

It was the sound of liquid squelching, coming from Grünent's lower body.

Even in her dazed state, the princess heard it, and upon realizing its origin she was startled, but the pleasure she felt from her chest and below sealed away any rebellion.

"Hnng, uh...uh, mm...Your...ahng..."

As the movements of Roan's tongue and fingers quickened, the wet noise became clearer.

Grünent buried her reddened face in Roan's hair and hugged his head to her, hiding.

Thanks to that, her wanton cries reached the Demon King's ears with perfect clarity.

"Do you like it that much, to let me hear it this up close?"

"...! Your, haa, ah, hahng, haa, aahng!!"

The princess's cry, meant to protest Roan's whisper, soon became a scream steeped in pleasure.

Roan's tongue constantly bit, licked, and stimulated her breasts, and the play of his fingers rubbing her clitoris and labia minora grew faster.

Now, her arousal, flowing slickly, splashed copiously onto her thighs and Roan's hand with his rapid movements, soaking the sheets.

"Haa...haaaaahng..."

For an instant, the princess's cry seemed to climb higher, and then she went limp.

She had reached a climax without realizing it.

At the feeling of a pleasurable exhaustion she had never known before, the princess spoke in a languid voice.

"...Why...is this...feeling...so...good...?"

At her words, Roan's eyes widened, and he stared into her eyes.

"Have you never done it by yourself?"

"...D-Done...what...?"

Roan stared blankly at the princess who questioned him in return for a long moment, then he smiled slightly.

"...Never mind."

"...What...do you...mean..., Your Majesty."

Sensing something odd, the princess tried to reach for Roan's face, but Roan smirked and laid the upper body he had been holding back down on the bed.

"I'll tell you later."

"...?"

Roan stroked the cheek of the princess, who was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠looking at him with an uneasy expression, and rubbed her lips with his own as he spoke.

"Since it's all wet now, I should take it off."

"...Ah...!"

The princess, who had been briefly puzzled by what he meant, was startled.

And she realized that what she had leaked earlier in the library was exactly this.

'Ah, so this is...! When it feels good..., this is what happens?!'

Her joy at gaining new knowledge was fleeting. The princess was shocked once more as she watched Roan undress.

'Oh..., my goodness...'

It was not just his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠face that was sculpted.

The princess recalled the torsos that decorated the royal palace gardens and ballroom halls. Decorations that captured the nude forms of ancient heroes. A body resembling those was revealing itself from under his uniform.

No, it was more resilient, more beautiful, and more full of presence than those.

And then revealed beneath it, a man's thing that she was seeing for the first time.

'Hic...!'

The princess swallowed a gasp inwardly.

A massive phallus, as large as those of the other species she had seen in the prison—or perhaps larger—was twitching with anticipation and displaying its excitement. Its tip was already wet with clear fluid and glistening.

Without thinking, Grünent gulped audibly.

"...Hm."

At Roan's voice, Grünent only then realized what she had done and was horrified.

"N-No, Your Majesty.... That's..."

"To show that much anticipation. I am honored."

"Your Majesty...no, it's not.... I was just, amazed...no, startled...no..."

"Heh, it's fine."

Roan stopped her words with a light kiss.

"Even if these lips aren't saying it, the lips down here are already telling me they're looking forward to it. They've been gaping, asking me to put it in, for a while now."

"...!! Your...!!"

The princess cried out at the obscene words, then clapped a hand over her mouth. Roan ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pressed a lingering kiss to the back of that hand and licked it.

The princess watched his movements with eyes that held equal parts anticipation and shame.

Roan removed the princess's underwear, already damp with arousal, and slowly settled himself between her legs.

When she felt the foreign presence at her thoroughly wet groin, the princess bit her lip as if a little frightened.

"...Grünent. It's alright."

Roan kissed the princess and guided both of her arms around his neck.

"I will try to make it...as painless as possible."

"...Yes, Your Majesty..."

Her man was gentle.

The princess, about to experience her first time, squeezed her eyes tightly shut.