Ventorino Kingdom - Sprouting (14)
As was only natural, the man who had taken Princess Clara’s virginity behind the wall was Valdes. After slipping away from her side, he passed the time by exchanging idle chatter with Irena, who kept watch nearby, until the hour felt right. Then he strolled lazily behind Clara.
After that, he simply let his mood guide him. Everything he had planned was already in place.
He had placed several spells on the wall, so no sound would carry. To put it a little dramatically, even if he were chatting with Irena right beside her, Clara would never know.
Her perception of who stood behind her didn’t really matter.
Whether she thought the man behind her was Valdes or some vagabond made little difference. If it was the former, it meant he had already sunk deep into Clara’s heart. If it was the latter, then he would be branding her filthy, depraved nature into her once again.
And he could drive one fact firmly into her mind: there was no one but him who could ever satisfy that need.
With such wicked thoughts in his head, Valdes moved his hands as he pleased.
It had only been a few days since he’d made Clara his slave, but he still hadn’t properly touched her body. At most, he’d done so on the first day. After that, he had focused solely on crushing her mind.
So Valdes amused himself by slowly kneading the princess’s rear.
Hmm. This is fun.
As befitted a princess, Clara’s ass was firm and plush, with a pleasing resilience under his hands. It was even better than he had expected from looking at it.
A woman in the prime of her life, born royal and raised on the finest food and care, would be strange if her figure were anything less than perfect. Bloodlines couldn’t be faked, and there was something about her that reminded him of Queen Katarina. Enough that, had she been younger, she might have looked exactly like this.
As he worked his hands over the round fullness of her hips, Valdes soon widened his range.
He traced the pelvis that promised easy childbirth, then stroked the thighs he had kept an eye on ever since watching her crawling backside. After that, he returned to where he started.
“Ah, I should probably take this off soon, too.”
Only then did he notice the little dog tail swaying in front of him.
Clara, feeling his hands on her ass, kept tensing and relaxing the muscles there, making the fake tail twitch back and forth. Because of that, she looked just like a real beast-woman teasing him with nothing but her hips on display.
For a moment, Valdes thought of the Union Republic to the north, then boldly seized the tail and yanked it free in one motion.
Thrrip—!
As the plug came out, slick with viscous fluids, Clara’s body trembled violently.
There it is.
To think she’d climax just from having an anal plug ripped out so suddenly—when she was still a virgin, no less. A smile slipped from him. He’d barely done anything, and yet her body had already become more sensitive and lewd than even Katarina’s, despite the latter being a married woman.
A stupid thought crossed his mind.
Even if it hadn’t been him, Clara and Lloyd were bound to have run into sexual trouble eventually. In a way, maybe he was the one saving them.
…That’s a really stupid thought.
Still, it was plausible enough.
At Clara’s level, sexual frustration would have exploded sooner or later in married life with Lloyd, and it would be no easy task for any man to handle a woman like her. The only possible end from there was catastrophe.
“Well, that’s not going to happen now.”
He swung the anal plug, flicking off the fluids clinging to it before flashing a mischievous grin and bringing it down against her ass.
Smack!
Right over the first handprint he had left.
Her skin swelled up, darker than the shape of his palm.
Though a faint protective spell still coated her body, the force of his hand and the anal plug was far too weak to overcome. After rubbing the spot lightly, he reached out for the main course.
Flinch.
“Oh.”
Even a light touch to the mound drew such a sensitive reaction. A brief murmur of admiration escaped him.
Though well groomed, within that lush little jungle already leaked obscene juices. At the same time, a faint tremor ran through his fingers. He was certain it came not from tension, but from excitement and anticipation.
To satisfy the lust of that filthy bitch, he slid a finger into her hole.
Srrk.
As expected, Clara’s cunt accepted his finger without resistance. It opened lewdly, yet clung to him with a fresh, tight warmth. Valdes worked his finger back and forth, lightly scratching the upper wall of her sex.
A virgin shuddering in pleasure. His finger tormented the inside of her pussy as it moved deeper and deeper. Before long, it stopped with a soft tap against something.
The clearest proof of her virginity: the hymen.
Playfully, Valdes tapped it a few times with just enough force not to tear it. He could feel her body jerk at the possibility of losing her virginity to a finger rather than a cock.
“Time to eat, I think.”
There were many countries on the continent, but only two were kingdoms. And there were three princesses. Valdes had already torn through the hymens of two of them and taken them into his grasp. And now he was about to seize the last one as well.
He undid the front of his trousers and pulled out his prize, then without the slightest hesitation shoved the glans toward the wet opening between her thighs. It had already swelled massive while he was fondling her ass.
Shrk—
The glans squeezed into the soft, damp flesh and came to a stop. After a momentary pause, he drove it in all the way.
Sshhk— pop!
Ugh… shit, she’s tight!
A merciless assault with not a hint of consideration. The moment his glans struck the opening of her womb, he could see Clara’s body jerking against the wall. Even without that, the change in the muscles around her waist told him everything he needed to know.
Clara had climaxed again.
He slapped her ass once more, while the princess was surely too overwhelmed by ecstasy to know up from down. The crack of the strike rang out, but the only one who heard it was him.
“──!!”
Still, it was clear she was whimpering. A moan soaked in pleasure, not pain. As proof, Clara’s sex glowed with a vivid pink sheen.
“Hah… this is a little dull, though.”
He couldn’t hear Clara’s gasps, and he couldn’t see the face collapsing beneath pleasure. Not being able to touch her breasts was another shame. He’d thought raping a woman pinned to a wall wouldn’t really be his taste, but at least it let him focus more keenly on the sensations of his cock.
The feeling of her cunt clinging lewdly to the shaft he had driven all the way to the root was sharper than usual.
The princess’s wet, warm sex greeted the intruder with enthusiasm that was hard to believe from someone who had just lost her virginity. It almost felt as if even the opening of her womb was sticking to his glans.
The whole female organ was clinging to the male who was forcing himself inside, begging him to spill his first load at once.
“You don’t even know who I am, and you’re still hanging on so desperately!”
He spoke to her in a voice she couldn’t hear, scraping the hooked folds of her sex before pulling back. With just the glans left inside, as if only moments before losing her virginity, he withdrew his cock and revealed the shaft slicked with strands of her maiden blood.
Even then, he thrust into the writhing flesh of her cunt again and drove all the way to the root, into the empty heat waiting for him.
“Uu, uheheeet?! Hh, hhoohk—♥”
For some reason, it almost sounded like a bitch lost in ecstasy.
It was an obscene voice, but given the current Clara, it seemed entirely possible. With the intention of confirming later whether she would truly cry out like this under pleasure, he began driving his hips in earnest.
Srrk, pop— srrk, srrk, shrrk, sshhk— paang!
A rhythm of thrusts with no concern whatsoever for the woman—only for conquest through pleasure.
Even a rutting beast male forcing himself on a female in heat would have shown less brutality than this. That was how intense his fucking was.
Pull out until only the glans remained, then ram into the opening of her womb.
Pull out, thrust in.
Pull out, thrust in.
It was a simple repetition.
Like practicing swordsmanship endlessly, Valdes snapped his hips in a perfectly steady rhythm. The posture never changed, and the speed stayed the same. Naturally, the same impact and pleasure spread through Clara’s entire body each time, from her pussy to the opening of her womb.
“Huut…?! Hek! …Hheeh, hheek…♥”
Yet her cries from across from him changed every time.
She had no room to notice things like steady speed or the fact that he was stabbing the same place over and over. A female drowning in pleasure wouldn’t have the luxury of such thoughts. She could only be ravaged helplessly by his merciless cock.
And that alone was enough.
Paanng! Paang! Paang!!
“Heeut! Ho-gut?! Hoot…!! O, gohot—♥♥”
By now Clara no longer cared about the identity of the man taking her. Vagabond, homeless man, beggar, Lloyd, master—it made no difference.
Ah, ah, I’m happy, so happy…♥ This, this is the real pleasure of a woman—♥♥
The pleasure of being taken by a man whose name and face she didn’t even know.
She thought it over.
Without question.
Without question, it was only this man.
He was the one who could satisfy her, the one who could make her happy.
She wanted to belong to him and give him everything she had.
“……!!”
Suddenly, Clara’s eyes flew wide open.
Ah… I see…
She understood.
What Valdes, her master, had truly wanted from her.
Princess Clara.
As she lost her virginity to a man whose identity she did not know, all sorts of thoughts flooded her mind.
The first was about the man himself. Since she could not give her virginity to the one she loved, the first person she thought of was not her fiancé Lloyd, but Valdes. She felt sadness first at the thought that she could not offer her virginity to her master.
She didn’t feel all that sorry for Lloyd. Strangely enough, she was almost relieved. Because this meant she could go to her master instead of him. Once she had lost her virginity, marrying him was nearly impossible anyway.
Then who would take her in?
Obviously, it would be the master who had brought this about—Valdes.
As she thought about him more deeply, she suddenly remembered the time she had sucked his cock before.
It’s similar… to that one…♥
The shape and size she had felt in her mouth.
And the shape and size she was feeling in her cunt.
They were similar.
No, they were alike.
No, they were exactly the same.
Clara thought to herself that the owner of this cock must surely be her master. Of course he would never abandon her. That realization somehow made her happy. She felt as though she could give him everything from now on.
And so Clara fell completely.
Even faster than her mother, Queen Katarina, whom Valdes had first touched. And completely, too.
Drunk on pleasure, she tightened her cunt again and again, eager to please her master.
It was a little different from the direction Valdes had originally intended, but in the end, she had successfully inclined her heart toward her owner and become dependent on him.
“Ugh, kuhh…?!”
Valdes could feel it immediately. He sensed a change happening in Clara’s heart. He couldn’t say exactly what it was, but he could tell it was roughly in the direction he wanted.
Nice. Then maybe I should change my approach a little?
Just then, he too was growing bored of simply thrusting.
“I’ll be gentle this time.”
As if to show a softer rhythm of movement, he gave her ass a light smack, then slowly rolled his hips and probed every corner of her sex. After all, the vagina was the part of a woman that felt the most, and the effect only became stronger when the opening was involved. Even so, there were always especially sensitive spots within it.
He worked his cock around to find those sweet spots, and when he found one that reacted more strongly than the others, he tapped the tip of his glans against it and scraped lightly, over and over.
Flinch. Flinch.
“Oh, good. Good.”
The response was quick.
Her moans probably softened as well. More than the pleasant trembling that ran through her body, her cunt itself was wrapping around his cock with a much gentler warmth. Her flesh clung in tiny ripples. It felt as if he were finally tasting the true richness of her cunt.
Srrk-srrk-srrk.