You Can Enter Freely, But Leaving Isn't So Easy (4)
"Just kidding."
I quickly pulled my cock out and came on her ass. Semen surged out in thick spurts, oozing stickily over her plump cheeks.
"Hah, hah. Did you pull out?"
"Yes, I just came on your ass."
The queen seemed so shocked she didn't even know where I'd ejaculated. Her flustered look was adorable. I chuckled and stroked her back.
"Don't worry. I didn't cum inside."
"You rascal, how dare you tease me like that. You've got some nerve."
"Who was the one begging me to impregnate her? So why tell me not to cum?"
"Th-that's... Never mind. Just don't tease me again."
She pouted a little and glared at me, but even that was beautiful. As I lay down and kissed her, her body naturally nestled into my arms.
"Naru..."
"I feel good, right?"
"Yeah..."
I gently licked and sucked her lips. Mm, smack. My hands kneaded her breasts while hers caressed my back and face.
Am I insane? Like I'd get her pregnant. I've got way too much to do right now. I still have to meet Vera, and she's the queen, for fuck's sake. I'm not crazy.
If a child appeared between the queen and me, we'd both be dragged to the guillotine in an instant. Her supporting ministers would be furious, and even the people who backed her would turn away. I don't have nine lives.
But still.
Why does it feel so damn off...?
There had been a slip-up. Right at that perfect moment when I pulled out, a bit of semen had leaked out. It felt like a powerful jet shooting inside her pussy like urine, and I'd hurriedly clamped it off and withdrawn.
No way that little bit could get her pregnant, right...?
A chill ran down my spine.
It's fine. It'll be fine.
I recalled past experiences to calm myself. From my marriage, I seemed to have a constitution that made it hard to impregnate women. Whether my semen was defective or whatever, even after creampieing Ashley over a hundred times when things were good, she never got pregnant. That's why our divorce was so easy—no kids.
I'd even been mocked by my mother-in-law Michelle back then as a seedless watermelon.
"A man who can't even knock up his wife... Tsk."
Wait. Thinking about it, the volume back then was different, wasn't it?
I remembered the ghost scientist I'd met in the castle while fetching the sea princess's skin armor.
'This elixir massively increases sperm count to boost conception rates. Our prince was struggling with heirs, so we made it on a whim, and it was a huge hit.'
No way that amount could lead to conception... right?
"Mm."
"Ahh..."
After a long, sloppy kiss, I slowly parted our lips. A string of saliva stretched between them before snapping.
I gazed quietly into the queen's eyes. Her expression had subtly changed.
"...I was wrong."
She looked like she'd realized something.
"About what?"
"A child. I need a royal heir."
"And if you have one?"
"Who would dare oppose me then? Legitimacy would be mine."
I blinked.
"So you're going to... sleep with His Highness?"
"No, I can't with him."
She shook her head with bright, sparkling eyes.
"You've got you. I can just get pregnant with your child. And you're the hero, so the bloodline will be exceptional."
"Pardon? That would be an outrage against heaven and earth!"
"The bigger my belly swells, the greater my dignity grows, and the more the ministers and people will bow their heads."
She cackled like a wicked villainess. I absolutely couldn't agree with her thinking.
I'm not some cuckoo bird laying eggs in another nest. What the hell?
"Come here. Hurry and put it in."
"You're really doing this? You hated it earlier."
"I changed my mind. I'll raise your child as the royal heir."
"For Your Majesty's safety?"
"Yes. Now come on. Hurry up."
The queen kept urging me, spreading her legs, but I only teased her without ever inserting. Luckily, it seemed like a sudden whim, so her resolve wasn't firm yet—she hesitated even as she demanded it. When I kept refusing, she finally gave in with a sigh.
"Fine. I'll think on it more."
What a joke—I still wanted sex, so the moment she yielded, I plunged my cock into her pussy without a second thought. In missionary, I rocked my hips and looked down at her.
"Hah! Hah! Your Majesty, to win the people's hearts, how about leaving the palace more often to show mercy and benevolence?"
"Once we deal with Marquis Bishtent, that's exactly what I'll do. No one left in the kingdom to oppose me, so I can live lavishly dispensing grace. Ah! Aaah...!"
Good, she's heading the right way. She looked so beautiful in that moment that I thrust even harder.
Splat! Splat!
"Haaah...! You, you're such a man. The best...!"
She bounced her ass in rhythm with my strikes. Our breathing synced perfectly, creating true pleasure. Neither of us lasted long. We kissed as she came first, and I pulled out to cum in her mouth.
"Mmph! Gulp!"
Semen poured down her throat in heavy gulps. As an experienced woman, she swallowed it neatly with barely a spill. I felt proud knowing I was probably the only one who'd cum in the great queen's mouth. Every time felt like conquest.
Mouth creampies, blowjobs, anal play—each time I pushed the queen's boundaries with her magnificent body, the thrill was intoxicating. I wanted to spank her ass hard enough to leave handprints, but I lacked the courage today. Next time, when we're closer.
Spanking first, then grabbing her long hair from behind like riding a horse. That was next on the list.
"Have you thought about what I mentioned before? About succeeding Sir Latimore as captain when he retires."
"Guard captain?"
After sex, we sat at the head of the bed, embracing. Isabella's eyes gazing at me were endlessly tender. I caressed her body softly as I replied.
"I can't yet. I've got something I must do."
"Something more important than protecting me?"
"I'm in a bet with the ancient east wind, Vera. I won't take any position until it's over."
"But you already won that bet."
"We're on the second one."
"Hmm. First I've heard of it. What do you get if you win?"
"Sex with Ver—ahem. I'll put Vera under me and use her like a subordinate."
"The demigod known as the ancient east wind, Vera, under your thumb?"
She laughed.
"Think you can pull it off?"
"The bet's started. No choice but to see it through."
"If anyone can... it's you."
Her warm hand stroked my cheek.
"You'll do it. I support you wholeheartedly."
"Thank you."
"But don't get so lost in the bet that you forget me."
"Of course not."
We clasped hands and shared a sweet kiss. As our lips parted, she rested her head softly on my chest.
"Once I'm queen, I won't be like this anymore. Like you wanted, I'll be a kind and benevolent ruler..."
Knock knock!
"Your Majesty!"
Knock knock knock!
Suddenly, Head Maid Marie's urgent voice came from outside the door.
"What is it?"
"M-Marquis Bishtent has invaded!"
Marquis Bishtent strode through the capital's streets with unstoppable momentum. Screams echoed everywhere amid the chaos, followed by hundreds of soldiers.
Rebel forces kept pouring into the city via portals from shrines in all directions.
"Instruct them to recruit all who can be swayed and spare the people's lives and property."
"Yes!"
"Spread the word far and wide: I, Marquis Bishtent, have come to the capital to save the kingdom from the cruel queen's clutches."
"Understood!"
"Move out."
"Let's go!"
The lords dispersed, each leading their troops. Marquis Bishtent had foreseen the tragedy that awaited him in the future—thanks to his daughter's precognition.
Among the many daughters he'd sired, one could see the future: Electra, born of a witch. She walked beside him now.
"We caught them off guard perfectly. It's different from the future so far. There, they seemed to know your plans inside out—troops pre-positioned around the portals for encirclement, nobles who might join us arrested at home and thrown in prison, even luring you into traps. But today, no sign of that. They all look panicked."
"The queen must have a seer like you among her close aides."
Bishtent smirked.
"That's why I advanced the date. No time for them to prepare—a lightning strike invasion. That's our strategy, Queen Isabella."
He raised his sword high.
"Bring me the queen's head!"
"Waaaaah!"
The soldiers roared and charged toward the inner castle.
"We must defend at all costs!"
"Hold your positions firm!"
Tension filled the inner castle. Knights in full armor held their breath.
Meanwhile, the queen and I stood high in the palace, overlooking the city. Enemies swarmed from all sides. Their numbers were no joke. The capital's guards alone couldn't hold.
Sir Latimore sensed it too, appearing with a stiff expression.
"Your Majesty, I'll protect you with my life. Rest easy."
"I'm not afraid. I'm just thinking of tearing that bastard Bishtent limb from limb."
Her resolute tone carried her signature ruthlessness and killing intent. Nothing like the queen I'd seen in bed. The atmosphere was so vicious, I thought I should calm her rage.
"Your Majesty. You said you wanted to see the merfolk?"
"Why bring that up now?"
Given the situation, her gaze was icy. Honestly, I hadn't expected the prophecy to be spot-on. There'd surely be deviations somewhere. So I hadn't trusted it blindly and prepared a few countermeasures at my best capacity.
This was one of them.
"I'll show you now."
I raised the friendship ring from Illar high in the air. It glowed blue, opening a portal.
"Ooh! Who's that lovely lady beside you!"
Illar, lord of Migad, emerged from the portal. Amazed by the queen's beauty, he soon grinned at me.
"It begins! Can we come now?"
Behind him waited thousands of merfolk in overwhelming variety, all armed. An octopus merfolk waved swords on each of its eight tentacles. There were plenty of rat-like small ones too, equipped with venomous tentacle stingers.
"Come through quick. It's started."
I smiled.
"My brother."
"Alright, brother! We're coming! Lads, charge!"
"Wooooh!"
"Aaaah! Let's gooo!"
Marquis Bishtent would regret this day forever.