Chapter 38 — Everyone Has a Secret (3)
Chapter 38 — Everyone Has a Secret (3)
They stopped in the corridor where the way to the office and the way to Grünent's tower split apart.
Roan stroked Grünent's cheek.
"Well then, Grünent. I shall take my leave...."
"Um, Your Majesty. Was what I did worthy of praise?"
At Grünent's sudden question, Roan stared at her blankly. Grünent was fidgeting with her fingers.
"Hm? Of course...."
Abruptly Grünent rose onto her toes and seized Roan's shoulders.
Is this a cheer-kiss?!
Roan, who had been half-expecting it, leaned down, but instead of his cheek, Grünent whispered softly into his ear.
The disappointment in Roan's eyes lasted only an instant before they widened.
"Your Majesty, in that case.... Could you praise me in the bedchamber?"
Roan felt a twitch below his waist.
...That's a hundred times more devastating than a kiss!
Grünent's cheeks flushed the moment she finished speaking.
And from a short distance behind, Rauka, who had been attending Grünent, grumbled and turned her head away.
A forest elf's hearing was acute enough to catch Grünent's whisper. Rauka's face was also flushed a red he had never seen before.
Roan grinned playfully and stroked Grünent's hair.
"Mm. Very well. I shall praise you at once."
In the end, their destination was neither the office nor the princess's room.
"Ugh, I really hate honeymoon couples...."
Rauka trudged after them like a cow headed for the slaughterhouse.
The bedchamber did not connect directly from the corridor; it was accessed through the attendants' waiting room first.
Leaving Rauka in the waiting room, Grünent took Roan's hand and led him inside.
"Huuung..., mm...."
The moment they stepped through the door, Grünent flung her arms around Roan's neck and kissed him as if she could not wait. Her unexpectedly assertive attitude intrigued him.
Roan stroked Grünent's hair and welcomed her eager tongue.
Her saliva coiled around their intertwined tongues and passed to Roan.
"...Grünent."
"Your Majesty, I wanted to be with you."
Grünent spoke bashfully, shyly.
Now that she had awakened to the pleasures of the night, the princess's eyes held a sensual allure.
"You've been so busy lately, we couldn't be together."
He pulled her adorably petulant figure into his arms and toppled her onto the bed. Grünent gazed up at Roan with eyes full of anticipation.
"You asked for praise."
Roan smiled suggestively and peeled away her dress, piece by piece.
It felt like carefully unwrapping a gift that had been wrapped in many layers.
He unfastened the buttons of her dress,
unlaced the tightly drawn cords of her corset,
and lifted the slip beneath it.
"Ah, nn...."
Already heated, Grünent let out a small moan the moment Roan's touch reached her thigh.
Slowly caressing the line that ran from her thigh to her pelvis to her waist, Roan removed the thin shift-like cloth.
At the warmth he felt in the deep space between her legs, Roan drew a deep breath.
It was the scent of a woman.
Already, a clear fluid betraying her arousal was seeping through the palm-sized cloth that covered her sex between her legs.
Roan buried his face there.
"Hngaa?! Y-Your Majesty!"
Roan's tongue pushed into the gap between her closed legs, over her underwear.
At this utterly unexpected form of contact, Grünent let out a small shriek.
"Your Majesty, w-wait a moment...!"
But Roan ignored her urgent protest and pressed her legs upward.
His powerful grip rendered her struggles futile.
Her thighs were lifted and held fixed in place.
And right before Roan's eyes, the soaked undergarment clung to her mound, revealing its shape with stark clarity.
"It-It's embarrassing, Your Majesty, if-if you look at it like that..., hyaaht!"
Grünent stammered and tried to push the Demon King's head away. It was a gesture meant to stop the Demon King as he burrowed into her wholly exposed lower body.
She had confessed her shame in an attempt to halt Roan's movements somehow, but in the end, her words finished as a moan of pleasure.
Roan pushed the soaked underwear aside.
Revealed beyond the small scrap of cloth was a vulva brimming with heat.
The cleft, slick with vaginal fluid, gaped faintly in anticipation of even greater bliss.
"Grünent."
At Roan's low voice, Grünent raised both hands to cover her flushed face and spoke.
"...Yes, Your Majesty."
"You've done very well for me."
Had this exchange taken place in the office, it would have been nothing but warmly commendable,
but it was hardly the sort of thing to say while your underwear was pushed aside and your twitching entrance lay exposed.
Grünent felt her cheeks grow hotter and hotter. Even when she strained her thighs, the Emperor's hands did not budge, as immovable as boulders.
In a voice that had dwindled to a whisper, she spoke.
"Y-Your Majesty.... Such words.... Please look at me when you say them, not down there...."
Instead of an answer, a schlurp sounded as Roan's mouth drew something wet in.
"Huuung...."
A subtle pleasure made Grünent twist her hips.
He rolled his tongue and lapped up the nectar from her cleft.
Every time his tongue swept across her sensitive flesh or sucked at her, Grünent let out a coquettish sound and writhed.
The wet slurping noises filled the bedchamber.
The sound of Roan feasting on her now thoroughly lewd entrance.
"Ah, aang, hng...."
He sucked hard at her drenched mound, then licked the sensitive nub above it.
"Haaauuung...! Th-There is...."
Grünent's hips bucked upward.
"How is it? The feeling of being praised."
"Ha...aht...."
Each touch of his tongue sent a tickling pleasure seeping through her body. And on its heels came anticipation.
Gasping, Grünent looked down at the Emperor's face buried below her waist.
Roan, who had waited a moment for an answer, shook his head at the sight of Grünent panting shallowly.
"It seems you've no intention of answering."
The hands that had been holding her thighs lifted, spread, and moved lower.
The moment she felt his large hand upon her lower body, Grünent started in surprise and tried to sit up.
But the pleasure was quicker.
"Kyaauung!"
She let out a cute shriek as her hips bucked once more.
Gripping her entrance and holding it open, Roan thrust his tongue deep inside.
Something hot and soft began to churn within her vaginal opening.
The narrow entrance was already drenched with overflowing fluid.
Only then did Grünent struggle to answer Roan's question. The longer she delayed her reply, the more wickedly he would torment her.
"Hngaht, ah, Your Ma-ha-jesty, praise, huuung..., I-I'm happy...."
Juices splattered in every direction with a wet, smacking sound and beaded on Roan's face, trickling down like sweat.
Grünent clutched tightly at his hair.
"Haaauuut, Your-Y-Your Majesty, i-it feels strange..., I'm, huuung...."
At the sensation of her most sensitive spot being ceaselessly stimulated by something wet and soft, Grünent squirmed and spilled moans.
Yet Roan's movements were relentless.
A high, trembling voice leaked from Grünent.
"Hngk, aht, hht, aheuk...."
And she was not the only one growing heated.
"...Damn it...."
The wall of the Emperor's bedchamber that connected to the attendants' waiting room was not enchanted with Soundproof Magic.
Because the attendants had to hear the Emperor's summons.
Of course, that meant all other sounds were heard as well.
To Rauka, a forest elf, even Roan and Grünent's ragged breathing and the sounds of their fluids were audible.
The attendants had been dismissed, but Rauka, left in the waiting room, found herself in a rather awkward predicament.
"Should I... go back?"
Rauka rubbed her heated face.
By now, there was no one within the castle who did not know Grünent's face and Rauka's face.
So it would probably be fine to leave Grünent behind.
It would probably be fine for Rauka to return alone, too.
But something nagged at her.
"...The Demon King, after all, is hard to trust completely."
Rauka muttered it like an excuse.
But she herself knew.
That this was a pretext.
After spending a night with the Demon King, Grünent would come back looking a little tired and a little exhilarated.
What had shown on her face was a pleasant lassitude.
So Rauka had always been curious.
Just what they did to produce such an expression.
She had sought release by herself many times, but she had never received a man.
For a forest elf, two hundred years was not nearly enough time to find a mate, and there would not be many among her own kind who would desire someone as heterodox as herself for a partner.
So perhaps, just a little,
she had yearned for it.
— How is it? The feeling of being praised.
— Hng...aht....
The Demon King's voice carried power.
Whether because it was a low register, or because he was a swordsman brimming with vigor since birth.
His strong voice urged Grünent to answer. Yet she only let out moans.
Grünent's bewitching breaths stimulated Rauka. And then the Demon King's next words followed.
— It seems you've no intention of answering.
His tone was perfectly casual, but upon hearing his voice, Rauka flinched for no reason.
And then came Grünent's scream and wanton cries.
Lewd, wet, smacking sounds reached her.
Rauka bit her lip lightly.
Perched on a small stool set in the waiting room, Rauka lifted the hem of her skirt just slightly.
Beneath the short skirt suited for active movement, Rauka slipped her slender fingers.
"Ah...."
What her fingertips found was her secret place, clandestinely hidden within her underwear.
The sounds the two of them were making from the room set Rauka's body aflame as well.
"Hng...k."
Her already sodden cleft was coated in a sticky, transparent fluid.
It was because she had grown aroused listening to their sounds.
Rubbing her fingers subtly over it, Rauka suppressed a pleasured moan.
Normally no one would be able to hear her voice, so Rauka was not worried.
But Roan heard that sound.
"...?!"
The space between Grünent's wet legs was thoroughly soaked with the lubricant she had produced and Roan's saliva.
With his face still buried between her legs, Roan twisted his lips into a smirk.
I didn't know Rauka's tastes ran in this direction.
"...Mmm..., Your Majesty...."
When Roan's caresses stopped, Grünent called to him in a yearning voice.
"Your Majesty.... Um, I might..., just finish.... So now, please stop...."
"...What do you mean? That's exactly what I want to see."
Laughing, Roan pressed a kiss to her thigh and licked upward over the tip of her parted cleft, over her clitoris.
"Hyeeaht...!"
Once again her body jolted upward.
And with even rougher intensity than before, Roan sucked at Grünent's flesh and churned it with his tongue.
Her nectar was faintly salty like sweat, but carried a sweet fragrance. A scent sweet and tart like apricots.
It isn't really like this in reality.
Maybe it's fragrant like this because it's an eroge?
The wet, squelching sounds could no longer be concealed.
"Ah, aah, aah..., I-I think I'm going to come...."
After several nights together, Grünent had begun to confess her climax honestly.
Overwhelmed by the intense sensation, she spread her legs wide and clutched the bed sheet tightly.
Soon Grünent, amid panting breaths, reached the peak of pleasure.
"Your Majesty, ah, I-I-I'm coming, aaaaang...!"
Grünent's body trembled finely.
Only then did Roan lift his face and admire her expression, nibbling lightly at her breast.
Her blue eyes, drowned in pleasure, had lost their focus.
Her parted lips, open to drag in ragged breaths, were utterly charming.
When Roan pressed his lips to hers, Grünent's gaze finally focused on him.
"Your... Majesty."
"Was the praise... satisfactory?"
"Huu...uht...."
In a thoroughly disheveled state, she breathed hard and gazed at Roan hazily.
"But still..., Your Majesty.... I am...."
"...Hm?"
But still?
When Roan narrowed his eyes, Grünent averted her gaze and murmured hesitantly.
"I am..., because I wanted to please Your Majesty...."
The smile vanished from his face.
It was the expression he wore when thinking, 'What does she mean?'
And everyone mistook that for irritation.
Grünent's voice grew even quieter.
"Y-Your Majesty's smiling face is... praise to me.... You seemed to be having a hard time lately, so I wanted to bring you joy, but only I...."
If Roan had also possessed an affection display, it would have just now rebounded upward with a clamorous beep-beep-beep.
A smile spread across Roan's face.
"You say the most endearing things. Grünent."
The expression of Grünent, who had been watching Roan with anxious trepidation, relaxed into relief.
"Then how do you intend to bring me joy?"
Roan's member was straining fiercely against his pants.
It had been achingly hard for a while now, to the point where a dull pain was setting in.
Grünent, who knew well what large thing lay within, swallowed dryly, her face flushed with excitement.
Without a word, she unfastened the front of his trousers.