The Alekgot Baron's Widow (4)
“If I were afraid of death, I wouldn't have come here!”
Marquis Bishtent shouted confidently, then unclasped the cloak draped over his shoulders. He folded it neatly and placed it on the ground.
“I won't move a single step from this spot until I've laid eyes on His Majesty's noble form!”
The other lords followed his lead, removing their cloaks as well.
“We too shall fast and not budge an inch until we've seen His Majesty!”
There were about thirty men gathered before the inner castle gates. All of them were lords renowned across the nation, just like Marquis Bishtent. If such men staged a sit-in right in front of the inner castle, it could only tarnish the queen's reputation further.
The common folk would think: Isn't the queen the strange one for blocking loyal subjects who just want to see their king?
They've really come prepared today, I thought, glancing at Isabella Queen's expression. She stared at the Marquis Bishtent group for a long while, her face unchanging. At last, she spoke.
“Follow me.”
The inner castle gates swung wide open.
“Let's go.”
“Onward.”
“At last, we'll see His Majesty.”
The lords donned their cloaks once more from where they'd laid them on the ground and marched triumphantly into the palace like victorious generals. So far, everything seemed ordinary. What on earth is God trying to show me? Something's bound to happen soon, I figured, committing every visible detail to memory.
They soon arrived at the king's bedchamber. There he was, the white-bearded king. It had been ages since I'd last seen him. Despite his illness, he was dressed properly, and his expression looked decent. His face just had a lot more wrinkles.
“Oh, you've come. I've been waiting.”
My impression that he looked fine was a mistake.
“Your Majesty, you're facing the wall right now. The door is in this direction.”
“Ah, is that so? My eyesight's been failing me lately. Oh, it's you lot. What were your names again?”
“Your Majesty, that girl is a maidservant. The door is over there.”
“Not this way either? Then maybe this side?”
“Your Majesty, that is the queen. The door is in that direction.”
“This one?”
“Yes, that's the one.”
The king turned toward the door. Just as I thought he was staring blankly at Marquis Bishtent and his entourage, his expression suddenly crumpled into tears.
“S-scary...! Wh-why are there so many people...!”
The king's body trembled violently, and he wet himself right there in his pants. A yellowish puddle spread slowly beneath his feet. His eyes flashed wildly as he threw a fit.
“Drive them out! Demons! The demons are here!”
The maids rushed in, supporting the king and laying him on the bed. They stripped off his pants and wiped his lower body with a towel. Even then, he kept fidgeting restlessly, bellowing at the top of his lungs. Only when one maid shoved her breast into his mouth and another sucked his cock did his excitement gradually subside.
“Ooh, good girl... that's nice, so nice... kuuul...”
The king fell asleep.
Marquis Bishtent and his men, having witnessed it all, were stunned into dazed horror.
“Th-this can't be...!”
“So the rumors of his grave illness were true.”
“How can he lead the kingdom in this state?!”
I was pretty shocked myself. In that condition, he doesn't have long left...
“Are you satisfied now?”
Isabella Queen gazed at them with a leisurely smile.
“If His Majesty were in his right mind as usual, he never would have wanted you to see him like this. He'd have scolded you for barging into his chambers. That's why I tried to stop you at the gates. Do you understand now?”
“Tch...!”
Marquis Bishtent glared at her for a moment, snorted sharply through his nose, and turned on his heel.
“We'll take our leave!”
The lords filed out of the palace after him in a herd.
Nothing special up to here? It had all gone smoothly. I couldn't figure out why it was being shown to me. Should I keep watching? That's when things kicked off.
“I asked the royal physician, and he says it's just a natural symptom of old age. Looks like the rumors about the queen poisoning him aren't true.”
“What a shame.”
Marquis Bishtent clicked his tongue. He strode purposefully toward the inner gates, consulting gravely with his aides all the while.
“If we leave things like this, that lowborn dancer wench will steal the kingdom out from under us. It's enough to give you a heart attack. Our glorious kingdom, taken by some slut who rolled in from who-knows-where.”
“Does she even have what it takes to lead the kingdom?”
“Her education must be rock bottom. What if the kingdom actually falls because of this?”
“I can't stomach the sight of an incompetent bitch becoming king, not even after dirt's in my eyes. Marquis, make your decision.”
“We'll do our utmost to help.”
“We all support you, Marquis.”
The marquis halted abruptly. He turned back, gazing wistfully at the path he'd just traversed.
“Long ago, I walked this road with His Majesty. I don't want to lose this path full of memories.”
He stepped forward with renewed vigor. The lords hurried after him.
“We'll handle the palace guards. The capital's garrison will be this many.”
“A good number of the garrison already resent the queen. Once the coup begins, nobles in the capital will flock to our side. The situation favors us.”
“Have the warp mages been deployed?”
“We've stationed them at the shrines in all four directions of the capital. They can open portals the moment you give the order.”
“There's also the Burlington Duke family in the capital. They could be a political thorn later, so once the coup starts, send elite knights to take out Duke Neville first. Disguise it as assassins sent by the queen.”
“Understood. What about the family? I hear he has a wife and daughter.”
Duke Neville of the Burlington family? That's right—Alicia's father, the duke from our academy's troublemaker.
“Take the women prisoner. They'll come in handy later.”
One lord grinned lewdly, baring yellowed teeth.
“Men we kill outright, but knock up a woman and everything she has becomes mine. Useful for alliances too. Excellent judgment.”
A smile crept across Marquis Bishtent's lips as well. He stopped and declared to them all:
“Come morning, I will be this kingdom's king. Everyone, give it your all tonight.”
“Yes, sir!”
A wet smack echoed in my ear as lips parted from skin. I flinched and blinked. Right in front of me was Lady Rose Mary's face, her eyes blindfolded with black cloth. Her lips glistened with saliva, fresh from the kiss.
The foresight has ended. And the kiss too. I swept back my bangs. My mind was a whirlwind.
A rebellion is coming soon. When? As far as I knew, Marquis Bishtent wasn't even in the capital yet. So that means he'll arrive any day now? I have to stop it. Protecting the queen is my duty. But one thing gave me pause.
Should I save Alicia too? What to do? I'm busy enough as it is—do I even have time to rescue her...
Lady Rose Mary's hand caressed my chest—not groping, but checking if I was still there since I hadn't spoken. She groped my body, puzzled by my silence.
Focus on what's in front of me. I set aside my thoughts for now and took her hand. I kissed the back of it and signaled her to stay lying down. I considered eating her pussy, but I'd just made her cum with God Touch, and it was probably something she did with Cita all the time anyway, so I skipped it. I moved to her legs. Licking her thighs, then her knees, down her calves, and finally her insteps in succession. Her feet were soft and powdery like a baby's—no calluses at all. I gripped her ankle and took her toes into my mouth, from big toe to pinky. As I sucked each one meticulously, she writhed in confusion.
“Hngh... mmph...”
Now I'd licked her from head to toe. She was the first woman I'd serviced so thoroughly. My tongue ached. Foreplay was over. Time for the insertion she'd been waiting for. But first, something I had to receive. If I left without it today, I wouldn't sleep a wink at home. I sat Lady Rose Mary up and presented my cock. A signal to suck it. But she gestured for me to get on all fours instead.
What? Puzzled, I got down on hands and knees anyway. She crawled behind me. She's not about to strap on a dildo and fuck my ass, is she? I watched her intently with tense eyes. She groped my exposed ass, then lowered her head. The next moment, something soft invaded my anus.
“Hngk...!”
My sphincter twitched, and my eyes went wide.
Th-this is that rimjob I've only heard about!?
Her stiff tongue plunged relentlessly into my tense, contracting hole. Even as I clenched in panic, her tongue lapped everywhere with incredible force. And then—her hand slipped between my legs, jerking my cock downward furiously!
“Urgh...!”
Rimjob and handjob at the same time? Fuck... the pleasure was insane. Lady Rose Mary, Lydia's mom and Swordmaster Vincent's wife. This woman... I couldn't praise her enough in bed. She was a master with her hands and tongue. I'd never seen anyone caress like this. Where did that elegant lady learn such vulgar skills? Cita's doing? Vincent's? Which one molded this masterpiece! This moment was pure ecstasy. I could fall for her. But.
I want something even more intense.
I raised my upper body, turned around, and shoved my cock between her saliva-slick lips.