The Widow of the Alekgot Baron's House (3)
'Then let's get started.'
Today's sex wasn't just for a quick release. It was a tender fuck meant to awaken the true pleasure of a cock to a woman who had been separated from it for years. He couldn't just pound away recklessly. He had to leave a soft yet powerful impression, one that would make her crave his cock over any pussy from here on out.
'Gotta do plenty of foreplay.'
He folded her spread legs and gazed at her face. Bare-faced, without a trace of makeup. Yet she was flawless, beautiful—not a single blemish. Her skin gleamed like milk, pure white and radiant. Beneath the black cloth blindfolding her eyes rose a sharp, straight nose. Her lips were faintly flushed.
At first, he'd massaged her from behind under the pretense of loosening her neck muscles, making her grip his cock tightly in her hand. Bored with just holding it, she started rubbing it on her own. Stroke, slide. As she massaged and kneaded, it felt like she was measuring its size all over again. Each time, her flushed face swallowed hard. The room was so quiet that the sound of her gulping carried clearly.
Meanwhile, from behind, he worked the tension from her neck muscles, then her shoulders, before slipping his hands into her armpits to lightly massage her breasts. A layer of mesh from her dress separated his palms from her tits, but it couldn't hide their softness or springy firmness. The plump sensation filled both his hands. Her nipples stood hard.
'Next up...' He pondered the next caress in his mind. He wanted to shove his cock in right from the start, but that might get him kicked out immediately, so he put in the effort. With his mediocre massage skills, he kneaded her upper body, diligently heating her up.
After lavishing her breasts with care, he slipped off the mesh dress. Lady Rose Mary's naked body was revealed.
'Whoa... her skin is so white...'
Her body was sleek and toned without an ounce of excess fat—hard to believe she was in her forties. Her breasts and ass curved seductively. Shyly, she tried to cover her chest with her hands, but he seized them and laid her flat on the bed. Time to conquer her upper body step by step.
He started by pressing his lips to the spot below her ear. Then he took her earlobe into his mouth, chewing and licking it sloppily.
"Hngh..."
The lady let out a moan. Her hand touched his chest. As if fascinated by his muscled pecs after so long, she stroked them up and down, then kept caressing. After fucking women all the time, doing a man must feel refreshingly different.
He let her savor the feel of his firm chest while leaning in for a kiss. On her nose bridge, her cheeks—little pecks all around—before finally claiming her lips. She didn't resist. Welcoming his tongue, hers danced with expert flair.
"Smack, chu, slurp slurp."
"Mmmph."
Maybe she'd spent years just kissing her maid Cita, because her tongue work was artistic. 'Did a snake slither into my mouth?' It was so advanced, he felt like he was learning a thing or two. As they locked lips, his cock throbbed excitedly. She grabbed his cheeks, sucking the saliva from his mouth like a vacuum and swallowing it down. It felt like she was devouring not just his lips, but all of him.
'Kissing's no good—I'm the amateur here.'
He had to concede defeat. He'd tried to show off his skill, but he couldn't match her seasoned prowess. His lips tingled. Before they swelled up and he had to go to the academy tomorrow looking like that, he needed to switch things up. He naturally pulled away from her lips and moved downward.
Her heavy, gravity-defying breasts spread roundly. He engulfed a nipple and areola in one bite and started sucking. Soft and tender...
'Mmm, delicious...'
Next, he licked her shaved underarm.
"Hngh... haa..."
Every flick of his tongue drew a reaction. She twisted her body slowly, moaning. Soon, her upper body was drenched in his saliva. He'd sucked everywhere.
'Who could've guessed this would happen, even at dinner tonight.' That he'd get to suckle a noble lady's tits to his heart's content...
He moved lower, licking the golden bush crowning her mound. Then even further, to the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs. Beneath the patch of hair, a straight slit came into view. A jolt of primal thrill shot through him, urging his reason aside. Shove it in already.
'No. Not yet.'
Suppressing his urge to thrust, he cast the spell.
God Touch
Now the real fun began. Time to send the lady to heaven. He reached out, pressing his hand to her pussy. Slowly circling her clit.
"Eung..."
The loudest moan yet escaped her. One after another.
"Aang..."
The pussy was definitely her prime erogenous zone. With God Touch doubling the pleasure, who could resist?
'Might as well practice my own God Touch while I'm at it.'
After teasing her clit, he slid his middle and index fingers inside. They slipped in up to the second knuckle. He swirled them lightly to gauge her depths. She was soaking wet inside.
'Plenty warmed up.'
Looking forward to burying his cock later, he sucked her tits while pistoning his fingers fast.
"Eut...!"
She thrashed so hard the sheets crumpled. Her flailing hand grabbed his arm desperately. Intense moans poured from her gaping lips.
"Ahk! Ah! Ah! Hngh! Hahk! Ang! Krng!"
She loves it, huh? God Touch is useful.
The more he plunged, the more her juices flooded out like a deluge. Her inner walls swelled, squeezing his fingers. A cock would feel that grip perfectly. Shame. He compensated with his fingers, moving without pause. Plunge plunge plunge plunge plunge! Squish! Squish! So much slick poured out that the wet sounds grew louder, soaking his hand to the wrist.
Lady Rose Mary writhed like she was dying.
"Heok! Hek! Hng, eung, haeng! Ahhkk!"
Her grip on his arm tightened, leaving marks.
"S-stop...!"
The first words she'd spoken since entering the room. At that moment, her pussy clenched around his fingers. And then—
Her legs trembled violently as she squirted.
"Ahaang! Ahhuuuk! Hiaang! Haaaa!"
Splurt! Splurt! The arcs shot into the air, splattering the sheets and losing momentum. A dark stain spread on the pristine white fabric like she'd pissed herself.
"Hahk, hahk, hahk, hahk..."
Lady Rose Mary, lost in supreme orgasm, sprawled limp like she'd fainted. Her pussy twitched irregularly in the afterglow. He sat on the bed, gazing down at her. Love juices dripped from his hand. He could feel it. She'd been extremely satisfied. Eyes hidden by the cloth, but her expression looked ecstatic.
After a moment, she caught her breath and spoke.
"Come here... Kiss me..."
He swiftly bent down, pressing his lips to hers. Another round of her masterful, dazzling kisses began. She ravaged his mouth freely while stroking his cock. More aggressively than before—clearly delighted by his pussy play. And despite their no-talking rule, she'd initiated. He could see her falling for him bit by bit.
'Doing good so far.'
Lady Rose Mary kissed him lovingly, pecking away. Then, with a ragged breath, she thrust her tongue deep for a full-on sloppy makeout. She was damn good at kissing. Lost in the sweet bliss, he felt himself being drawn into a cozy haze... until suddenly, the world flipped.
"We've come a long way to see His Highness."
Broad daylight. A crowd in ornate noble attire gathered before the royal palace. Like protesters, they wore stern faces and confronted Queen Isabella, who had stepped out.
"Why can't we see him! I must confirm his condition with my own eyes!"
He was Viscount Bishtent—no, Marquis Bishtent—the strongest noble faction in the kingdom. In that instant, Naru realized. This was a premonition of future events. A divine revelation shown to him. It had happened a few times before. And a prophecy this vivid meant the queen's safety was in peril.
"Everyone, into the palace!"
"Halt! His Highness wishes to see no one!"
"Even if that's true, we'll hear it from him directly!"
"Marquis! Are you defying my orders to stand down?"
"Please don't block our way, Your Majesty! I serve only His Highness! What are you all waiting for? Into the palace!"
The queen snorted derisively.
"Fine, then. Come on in."
No sooner had she spoken than archers appeared atop the inner walls, crossbows trained on Marquis Bishtent's group.
That was as far as the vision went. Naru's impression:
'This Marquis Bishtent... looks like he's here to devour the kingdom.'
With the king and his children dead, removing the troublesome queen would make it his. Curious what happened next, Naru kept watching the prophecy.