Ventorino Kingdom - Sprouting (3)
But admitting that was far from easy.
First came suspicion. The arousal born of betrayal that she was feeling for the first time in more than thirty years of life. If she had always possessed that sort of bent, the flower would have bloomed long ago. And yet it had only awakened now. It was stranger not to find that suspicious.
At first, Katarina suspected Valdes. The second man she loved after blood itself. Her lover. The man who had saved her family. And, at the same time, the one who stood to gain most from this excitement born of betrayal.
But there was no way for her to check. She did not even have the courage to ask the royal archmage. Nor could she bring herself to visit the temple of the Goddess Church in the capital. She had even drifted around them from time to time, trying to catch a hint from their reactions, but no one noticed a thing.
It was not because the Betrayal Mark Valdes had carved into them was so subtle that it deceived their eyes.
No—it was because the mark no longer reacted to arousal and had become little more than an ordinary tattoo that could only conceal itself. If she had shown the lower abdomen where the mark was carved, or if she had remained in a visibly excited state, someone might have noticed it. But given Katarina’s personality, that was impossible.
In the end, she found no evidence at all.
The mark had been further refined, and now even when arousal triggered its power, the mark remained hidden, so even Katarina herself did not know it had been inscribed there. The same was true for her daughter, Princess Clara.
So there was no choice but to think that some latent, hidden perversity had awakened inside her.
And Valdes pushed her along.
Not physically, but by urging her to acknowledge that betrayal and enjoy it. Her anger toward her husband helped Valdes drive her downward, and before long, Katarina had begun seeking out that sense of betrayal on her own.
The first was a mild show of deference. The second was giving a blowjob while kneeling.
By now, betrayal had become nothing more than a sweet ingredient that deepened the queen’s pleasure and excitement.
"Haaah, I’m cumming. Take it all."
"Mm, ahh… nnngh…♥"
Valdes gave a small twitch and caught Katarina by the head. Her carefully maintained silver hair was silky beneath his fingers.
Queen Katarina took great pride in her appearance. She spent one or two hours a day alone tending and grooming her hair, putting considerable effort into keeping it smooth and healthy. Of course, the moment someone touched it, all that painstaking work was liable to come undone, but she quietly surrendered herself to his hands.
As he held her down by the head, Katarina swallowed the torrent of semen pouring into her mouth.
"Huu, mm, mmph, chuuup…."
Ahh, just as I thought… no matter how many times I take it, it’s delicious…♥
She closed her mouth tightly around his cock so it wouldn’t slip free. Gulping down mouthful after mouthful of his sweet white seed, she puckered her lips and sucked greedily at the shaft with her tongue.
"Ghk! …Haaah."
Even after he finished coming, Katarina kept working his cock in her mouth for a long while, sucking and smacking softly.
"Kk, hht! Chuuup… heh, hehee, nngh…."
Then, slowly, she pulled away and, with a faintly obscene smile at the corner of her mouth, savored the remaining seed with wet little smacks before swallowing it down. That alone was enough to send her over the edge in a light, shuddering finish, and after a tremor ran through her whole body, she took the throbbing piece of flesh drooling in front of her back into her mouth.
"Mmph, chuuup… they should all just come out, right…?♡"
"Katarina really does love the lower abdomen."
"Hngh, hih! …Y-yes, I do…♥ There, hih…! Keep… keep touching me…!"
She moved her mouth not to coax him into cumming again, but to carefully lick clean the semen clinging to the shaft. She even sucked the tip dry and drew every last trace from the urethra into her mouth.
"Hehe… …beeh."
The queen, having finished cleaning his cock, opened her mouth to show the seed pooled inside. A few strands of the boy’s pubic hair had gotten mixed in as well, only adding to her lewd, vulgar allure. The sight was indecent enough to make Valdes consider stuffing himself into her mouth again, but he barely restrained himself.
"Hah! …Gulp, phhaaah♡"
Smiling with satisfaction as she swallowed every last drop, she rose to her feet and then flopped onto the bed.
There, she stretched, splayed her legs a little, and deliberately exposed her body. Then, with casual skill, she even slipped out of the dress she had been wearing, until she was left in nothing but her underwear.
"Hnnng… haa…. I’m a little, tired…?"
"Pfft. If you’re tired, should I head back for now?"
"H-huh?"
When Valdes teased her in response to her blatant invitation, she jumped in alarm and sat straight up. Then, realizing from his playful grin that she had overreacted, she blushed deeply.
Lately, she had been the one taking the initiative, but even so, she knew full well that this was a relationship of betrayal. If anything, that awareness made her even hotter, and she could not forget it.
Katarina was a married woman with a husband, a queen of a nation, and a mother of two. Valdes, meanwhile, was a half-demon, a commoner, and a boy young enough to be her child. And yet she had tried to seduce him.
For more excitement, more pleasure, and more happiness.
"……."
"What, are you pouting?"
"S-shut up."
Valdes rose from the chair and walked toward her. Katarina gave a small shiver, then quietly lay back down on the bed. Between her thighs, a sticky liquid was already leaking out in a slow trickle.
Having licked and sucked his cock, the excitement that had taken hold of her made it easy to set aside a bit of pride and irritation. Valdes knew that well, which was why he did not toy with her mind too much.
Instead, he used his skilled, lewd hands on her body.
"Hngh…! Mm, ah, ahh, h, haaah…."
In an instant, the boy’s fingers raked through every inch of her body, and Katarina’s waist arched like a bow. With her hips thrust high, she rubbed the back of her head against the blanket and sank into the breathtaking pleasure delivered by her lover.
"Nn, ugh… a-ah, th-there… a little more…♥"
"You really do like your lower abdomen, Katarina."
"Hhk, hih! …Y-yes, I like it…♥ There, hih…! Keep, keep… touching me…!"
As the queen wished, he pressed his left hand hard against the lower abdomen where the mark lay.
It was invisible, rendered transparent, yet Katarina liked to have it touched and pressed there. More precisely, it seemed that pressing through that spot to the womb beneath was what made her especially sensitive. Valdes guessed that it had probably been this way ever since he first carved the mark into her and touched her lower belly.
The pleasure of being marked is especially strong in the lower abdomen. She probably can’t forget that memory.
In other words, it was also a sensitive spot he had personally created.
While his left hand kept stimulating her lower abdomen, his right slid upward to seize her breast—more precisely, the lower part of it, still covered by her undergarments. He squeezed so hard that Katarina’s breast pushed out from beneath the fabric and even her nipple began to show.
Valdes leaned in toward that proudly jutting tip of flesh, and—
"Hihk! Haaah…!!"
—bit down on it with a sharp crunch.
"A-ah, ah, hihh… n-no, not the nipple…♥"
The queen twisted her body, her eyes rolling halfway back.
He had bitten a little too hard, but not so much that it went beyond the bounds of foreplay. And yet her reaction was far greater than that.
If the lower abdomen had happened to be a sensitive spot he had created, then the left nipple of her breast had been a sensitive spot discovered by accident. And that sensitivity was greater than anywhere on her body except for her sex. Even Valdes had been surprised by it. Merely touching that place was enough to turn Katarina into a shameless woman, panting for breath.
"Mmm, chuup… why not? A man’s hands still feel better, don’t they."
"Nggh, uhk, heheeek…."
Perhaps because he had stimulated her too much, Katarina’s focus had gone completely hazy.
"Honestly, what a ridiculous woman."
Valdes let out a quiet laugh and sucked on her nipple once more.
"Uhh…! Hh, haaah… ah, ahh, my nipple, hngh… feels so good…♥"
In truth, it was a spot Katarina had discovered and developed herself. Naturally, she had not intended to make it so sensitive.
The reason was absurdly trivial.
In the past, she had joined the battlefield as a young woman driven by ambition. She had been a noble and a mage, yes, but not an heir, and her family was not especially prestigious either. Worse still, the fiercest front line was the Ventorino Kingdom. But in the prime of her youth, desire had piled up inside her.
So instead of properly arranging herself and masturbating, Katarina would secretly rub only one nipple through her clothes to soothe that desire. It became a habit, and from then on she touched her left nipple every time she pleasured herself. Thanks to that, the place had become especially sensitive.
When Valdes happened to hear that fact from her, he could not help but stifle a dry laugh.
Still, separate from all that, it was a very suitable plaything for him.
"By the way, Katarina."
"Mm, y-yes…?"
"So… what are we going to do about that?"
"Hngh…."
The queen’s body trembled faintly.
That.
What Valdes meant by that was none other than their first sex.
The two of them were already in a shameless relationship where they comforted each other so obscenely, and yet they still had not gone as far as penetration. There were several reasons for that, but the biggest one was that Katarina was still hesitating. It was not only because of her husband, Marc. There were more complicated reasons than that.
Her lover had told her that he would not put it in unless she came begging for it first.
At first she had called him ridiculous and gotten angry, but the longer their meetings continued, the more she had been unable to bear it. The sweet semen so delicious it made her shudder even when swallowed through her mouth, the massive cock that could not possibly be compared to her husband’s, the technique born of experience with many women.
And even the smallest consideration and gestures from Valdes filled her heart with happiness.
Katarina realized it. She had already fallen for him so deeply that she could no longer climb back out. So she had asked him to please have sex with her. She had even cast aside her pride and begged him for it, all for his sake—but Valdes had refused.
Adding one more condition.
That condition was what left her troubled.
"……."
"Still haven’t decided? Well, that’s fine."
"It’s, really… fine?"
Katarina looked at him nervously, her face pressed against his chest. She was afraid he might leave. If he abandoned her, she was not sure she could endure the shock.
"Of course. I mean, it’s just that… haha, no. Forget it."
"……?"
"I told you, didn’t I? About what you really wanted."
"…That you wanted a low-born man to take control of you…?"
It had been during their third meeting, the day she first called this boy into her bedchamber. That was what he had told her then. She had only laughed at the idea at the time, but in the end, Katarina could feel that he had been right. Of course, she believed her desire for Valdes and her love for him were not due to that alone.
"Yeah, exactly. So in the end… you’ll accept my condition."
"……."
The queen narrowed her eyes and looked at him closely.
"Why?"
"You’re really… a terrible man."
"Only just figuring that out?"
"Not that—but… haaah, g-give me two more days… two more days to think about it."
"All right. But keep in mind that there isn’t much time."
At that, Katarina tilted her head.
"What? Why wouldn’t there be time?"
"Well, it’s not exactly urgent, but… once the delegation goes back, I’m leaving with them too."
"Ah…."
Her face went deathly pale.
He was leaving.
It was only natural. The situation had become strange, but Valdes was still a member of the Ulsro delegation. In the end, he was destined to return with them.
Because of the demonic raid, the talks about the front against the Dezac Empire had been rendered moot. With the Demon King and the demons causing enough trouble already, it was hard to spare attention for another country.
The same went for the marriage alliance. Because of the attack, Mari had grown to dislike Ventorino, and ever since that incident she had treated Alfonso coldly. Of course, that was really just an excuse, but Katarina had no way to know that.
In any case, the two original subjects of the delegation’s purpose had become useless, and discussions regarding the demons would now be carried out more secretly alongside the other nations. If the delegation’s injuries fully healed, it would not be strange for them to leave at once.
"Really, really… you’re going back…?"
"You want me to stay?"
"……Yes…."
"Then try a little harder."
At the sight of her lover’s teasing expression, the queen bit her lip.
Then she slowly opened both arms and hugged him.