Chapter 39 — Everyone Has a Secret (4)
Chapter 39 — Everyone Has a Secret (4)
"I never imagined you would greet your first experience so suddenly like this. And to think you went to him of your own accord."
The lady-in-waiting, Carol, let out a small sigh as she spoke.
She had no intention of scolding her young princess. It simply seemed that she had grown up far sooner than Carol had expected.
That alone was a little regrettable.
Grünent shrank slightly at Carol's words.
Seeing that, Carol smiled.
"It's alright. I'm not blaming you. Your Highness—no, Lady Grünent. My heart is simply unsettled, for it seems you became an adult without my noticing."
"Mm, Carol."
Grünent looked at Carol.
The same keen eyes as the day they first met.
Eyes that she cherished so dearly.
Yet that little girl had now become a woman.
"Well, then. Since you've already learned the basics, I shall give you a few pointers on how to be loved in the bedchamber."
Grünent recalled Carol's next words.
— You stimulate his member with your mouth.
She couldn't bring herself to say right then and there, 'His Majesty's won't even fit in my mouth... that's probably impossible.'
Grünent slowly undressed Roan.
He seemed to be enjoying her touch.
Already, the glans (this too was a word Carol had taught her) had emerged past his underclothes.
The front of the undergarment where his member had been resting was soaked with a clear, sticky fluid.
'...His Majesty was excited with anticipation too.'
Grünent felt a small surge of happiness.
But once Roan's member was fully exposed,
she began to grow worried again.
'No matter what I do, this is... ugh...'
Yet had she not boasted that she would please His Majesty? Curiosity and anticipation were already visible on his face.
She could not bear to say here, 'It's too big and utterly impossible...'
— You must never use your teeth.
Recalling the precautions Carol had mentioned, Grünent squeezed her eyes shut.
'...Hm?'
Wasn't this a movement that suggested considerable resolve?
Grünent carefully gripped the shaft.
The feeling of her cool fingers touching his penis, already engorged and hot with blood, was pleasant.
Her small lips parted slightly.
The tongue that emerged between them licked his glans.
As the soft, hot sensation touched the very tip, which had already been throbbing and twitching on its own from heavy arousal, his sex writhed.
Grünent must have felt it too.
Though her shoulders flinched, she did not stop, instead slowly wetting Roan's member with her saliva.
"...Hut..."
A small moan leaked from Roan's lips.
The sight of her kneeling naked before him was already stimulating, but now her tongue was meticulously tracing every part of him—from the tip, down the shaft, to the very base—back and forth.
Perhaps aroused herself by licking his manhood, the nipples atop her softly swollen breasts had become sharply erect again.
"Where did you learn... this..."
As Roan, frowning from the pleasure, uttered these words, Grünent gently sucked one of his testicles into her mouth, holding it as she looked up at him. Her tongue continued to move inside her mouth, stimulating him.
Roan briefly grabbed her hair, then released his grip and stroked her head.
He wasn't without the urge to thrust it all the way in right now and see her cry, but receiving such meticulous service felt good too.
The thought of roughly shoving himself into her while she was trying so hard was an image that stirred his blood in its own way.
Feeling a touch of sadism creeping up, Roan ran a hand through his hair.
Grünent watched his expression.
She slicked down his wet member with her fingers and rubbed the tip against her own cheek.
"Your Majesty, how is... it?"
Grünent cradled his manhood, glistening with her saliva, as if it were precious, rubbing it against her face.
His member twitched again in Grünent's hands from the rising excitement.
"Mm, not bad..."
"Hup..."
"...at all."
So this was how it felt.
With a slightly mischievous smile, Grünent suddenly took the head of his cock into her mouth.
Composing the words that had faltered for a moment, he looked down at her with a complicated mix of feelings.
"Grünent."
"Mmph, hup..."
Her mouth was already full with Roan's cock, unable to form proper words.
Grünent was trying her best, managing to take roughly a third of his penis into her mouth and pull it out again.
As the tip of her tongue inside her mouth licked the urethral opening at the head, a tickling sensation signaling his climax welled up.
Roan's palm, which had clenched and unclenched over Grünent's hair several times, finally grabbed a fistful of it.
"Mmph?!"
Surprised by the intrusion, Grünent's eyes widened.
Yet Roan's penis pushed into the depths of her mouth without a moment of hesitation.
"Hup, mmph...!"
The tight space inside her mouth was as narrow as her vagina.
At the slick, constricting feeling squeezing his penis, Roan felt his pleasure climbing steeply.
It was a different movement than before—not gentle at all.
Suddenly forced to take Roan's length so deep it reached her throat, Grünent felt her breath choke off.
She tried to resist slightly to catch a breath, but Roan's hand, holding her head in place, was far too firm.
"Mmph, mmph...! Mmph..."
For an instant, fear filled her pupils.
Her body trembled and flinched.
Only when her eyes began to glaze over slightly from the difficulty breathing did Roan finally withdraw himself from her mouth.
"Puhaa... cough, cough... Your Maj...esty..."
Grünent looked up at Roan with watery eyes. Yet he merely looked down at her with an expressionless face.
On the verge of tears, she rubbed her head against Roan's thigh like a cat.
"Your Majesty... was it good...?"
The expression she gave Roan did not contain only fear.
It was true that Roan's sudden action had startled her a bit.
But having already shared a bed with him a few times, Grünent knew that Roan was not always tender between the sheets.
And from that act, his breathing, too, had grown a little rougher.
"Yes. It was good."
Roan lifted one corner of his mouth.
It was a strangely decadent smile.
At the sight, Grünent felt her heart tighten.
"Finish. Satisfy me."
Her lover was beautiful.
Even when seized by lust.
So even when he grabbed her hair again and roughly shoved himself into her mouth, she was glad.
He was gaining a sense of exaltation through her.
"Mmph... hup, mmph..."
"...Hut..."
The sound of Grünent's moans could be heard as she struggled to take him down to her throat.
The lewd, slick sound of his member sliding in and out between her parted lips echoed through the room.
Roan barely suppressed the moans that escaped him involuntarily, breathing in deeply.
The sensation of the tight throat pressing against the tip of his glans,
and the body heat of her hot mouth constricting his entire shaft.
He felt as if he might lose control and release everything into her mouth at any moment.
He wanted to delay his peak, but the pleasure he felt inside her mouth was no small thing.
The sight of her, eyes half-closed, barely managing to breathe only when he finally pulled her head back, only stimulated him further.
"Puha... hup, mmph..."
His reason told him to wait a little longer.
But in the end, his body craved the conclusion of this pleasure.
Roan's hands, cupped around Grünent's head, tightened their grip further.
"Mmph...!"
Roan's member, thrust even deeper than before, blocked Grünent's airway.
"Keuk, mm...ph! Mmph...!"
As breathing became even more agonizing than before, Grünent's very voice changed.
With the massive piece of flesh blocking her throat, she didn't even have the freedom to cough.
Grünent's throat muscles convulsed desperately, craving oxygen.
"...Eut."
And that movement, in turn, constricted the most sensitive area of Roan's body once more with intense pressure.
Roan's hand moved Grünent's head violently. It was almost as if he were thrusting a masturbation toy onto himself.
His ruthless member, a stark contrast to her lips like flower petals, was repeatedly sucked into her mouth and pulled out again at a rapid pace.
"Mmph... mmph... mmph..."
Now nearly half out of her mind, Grünent had lost all resistance and was simply receiving Roan's penis in her mouth.
To hold onto even the faintest wisp of air, the sound of her desperately inhaling through her nose could be heard.
Even amidst this, Grünent tried her best to hide it, all to heighten his pleasure.
Whenever Roan's sex pulled out of her mouth, the faint indentation on her cheeks from greedily sucking him would appear and disappear.
"Kh... swal... low..."
Grünent's eyes were unfocused.
Eyes rolled far higher than usual, she barely understood Roan's command as he reached his climax.
Inside the mouth of the princess, already pushed to the brink of unconsciousness, something hot suddenly burst forth.
"Hng, hng..."
Her mouth was still plugged by his member.
However, right before he came, Roan had pulled himself back slightly from Grünent's throat.
Thanks to that, Grünent could vividly feel the sensation of the liquid beginning to fill her mouth while she simultaneously struggled to inhale sweet air.
The ejaculation lasted longer than usual.
It was because he had not lain with a woman for some time.
Originally, the body of a Demon King could climax several times a night, even with multiple women.
Yet despite possessing such a body, he had not spent a night with Grünent for over a week. It had been a long time since he'd brought a sex slave to his bed.
His semen, thick and viscous from that abstinence, filled Grünent's mouth entirely.
"Huk-euk... mmph..."
The volume of liquid was more than Grünent had imagined.
The moment a trickle of white fluid leaked through her lips, she inhaled sharply.
Grünent's eyes flew open round in surprise.
Swallowing this semen was the Emperor's command.
She hurriedly began to swallow the semen filling her mouth. Yet the volume was too great; she couldn't down it all in one go.
While still holding Roan's penis in her mouth, the muscles of her throat moved several times.
And even as she swallowed his semen, Roan's member continued to pump more into her mouth for a long while.
Thus, her silence was prolonged.
Only the sound of her swallowing something was audible, one gulp after another.
The peak sensation of his orgasm.
Even after feeling it, Roan liked the wet, hot feeling of her mouth so much that he left himself inside Grünent and waited.
Even though her head was no longer being held in place, Grünent swallowed every drop of his semen without pulling his member out of her mouth.
Despite having gone through an orgasm, his member had only lessened slightly.
No, rather, seeing her lick the glans and shaft with the tip of her tongue even after somehow managing to swallow it, his penis began to swell again.
"Mmph...?!"
A short gasp of admiration escaped Grünent as she felt something growing and writhing inside her mouth.
Grünent's long, pale eyelashes fluttered for a moment, then lifted softly.
Her blue irises were trembling.
She was awaiting Roan's judgment.
Realizing this, Roan reached out toward her head. The movement was different from before, tender.
"...Well done. Grünent."
Roan stroked her hair.
Her cheeks flushed red again.
But she could not say a word.
His member was still buried in her mouth.
It seemed that Grünent did not intend to end her service until Roan allowed it.
"Hm?"
"Hup..."
He felt tempted to simply continue like this.
But he did not wish to give up on embedding himself below.
To enjoy her moans mixed with sobs and a face distorted in supreme pleasure, he first had to pull this out of her mouth.
Consoling his slight sense of regret, Roan withdrew his re-erected member from Grünent.
"Puhaa..."
Finally able to breathe fully, Grünent let out a breath brimming with relief.
The joyful expression on her face was so endearing that
Roan's question was filled with delight.
"Have you been studying? To please me?"
"...Though I am ashamed... yes... Your Majesty."
At the blunt question, Grünent's cheeks blushed crimson. Yet her answer was honest.
And at her next words, Roan's delight deepened.
"P-perhaps... what about... over here, Your Majesty...?"
Her face turned entirely red in an instant as she asked in a voice that was barely a whisper.
She spread her own womanhood, from which viscous love juice was dripping onto the floor.