Ventorino Kingdom - Germination (15)
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Clara felt like a born whore.
It had been less than thirty minutes since she’d shed her virginity, but it wasn’t just her opening that had become slick and pliant — her whole cunt was greedily hugging his cock, wet and molten around him. Juice ran from her in a steady stream, and the sound of flesh striking flesh grew ever wetter and heavier as they went on.
“Hah… haa… This is some talent, huh…! Hoof…! You’d be one of the best on the continent…!”
He muttered it half like a joke, but Valdes meant it entirely.
Her cunt was adapting to his cock faster than any he’d ever taken. More precisely, it was adapting to sex itself. If she’d been born a whore, she would have had the kind of talent that could’ve ruled the back alleys through a single hole. Clara had that talent.
Honestly…
What a cunt. I like it.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when a change came over her sex. The princess’s cunt leaked slickly, twitching and spasming around him. The sensation was exactly like being on the verge of climax.
And as it happened, he was reaching that point too. Valdes drove his hips harder, pressing himself even tighter against Clara’s pelvis.
Squelch-squelch-squelch, squelch-squelch-squelch, squish… pop! pop! pop! pop—!!
“Huu, nngh!”
The cock buried deep inside the princess’s cunt unleashed the cum that had been building inside him.
Pshuuuut—!! Phit, phit, phuurt… brrrrrk… gloop, gloop….
Like the saying that the first cunt a man tastes is the one he loves most, his manhood spewed a torrent of milky seed as if he’d been holding in his piss for hours, battering at the opening to her womb. It was a ferocious climax, no question — enough that some of it must have been forced inside her.
“Haa… I’m starting to think this is a little dangerous.”
Clara’s princess cunt tasted better than he’d expected.
At first it had been fresh and young, then, as she grew more thoroughly soaked, it turned deliciously lewd. If he could, he would’ve gladly kept her pinned down and kept pounding her until he got bored of the position, then pulled out and carried her straight to the bedroom.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible.
Time was the problem.
There was still enough time before dawn, but there was something he absolutely had to do after this. The exact timing wasn’t fixed, but he couldn’t drag this out too long.
Still, I was planning to blow a few loads before I left anyway… so maybe I should enjoy it a little more.
Valdes tore himself free from the cunt that was squeezing his cock as if begging for more. Even though they’d come at the same time, the princess’s hole showed no sign of softening. Naturally, the same was true of his own member. Even after that violent climax, it had only lost a little of its edge; it was still hard and proud, filling her cunt to the brim.
At any rate, leaving that stubborn sheath of muscle behind, Valdes withdrew just enough that only the tip of his glans remained caught inside. Cum followed his cock as he pulled away, bubbling around the head before dripping to the ground.
Between the white of his semen and the pale-yellow slick of Clara’s arousal, there were faint streaks of pink. Valdes wanted nothing more than to stuff that into the princess’s mouth too, but it was too soon to reveal his face.
By now she might have guessed the identity of the cock that had ruined her, but separate from that, there was a certain thrill in being violated by someone whose face you could not see.
Valdes thrust back in, deep.
Fwoosh…!
The sound was vulgar and strange, hardly what one would call the sound of a cock entering a woman’s cunt. But Valdes didn’t care in the slightest. He enjoyed the tight, clinging feel of her sex, as though it refused to let his cock slip away again.
Smack! Smack! Paaang!!
“Hrk! Hah, ngh…!! O-ohh, hngh—♥”
On the other side of him, Clara was no longer a woman at all.
She was a female creature lost in the pleasures of sex, thinking of nothing, surrendering everything to the powerful cock of a strong male. Merely a female beast.
Her body, now so sensitive it seemed raw, climaxed in tiny bursts almost every time his cock slid in and out of her — once every minute, or nearly so.
Those repeated peaks of pleasure began to reshape parts of the thoughts in her head. She wasn’t completely broken, not yet, but compared to common sense, her state was strange enough to be obscene. Valdes hadn’t predicted it, but it was a change that delighted him all the more.
Clara thought, Ah, haa♥ Right, I… wasn’t a bitch after all…♥
If someone had only peeked at her thoughts this far, they might have assumed she’d recovered her senses. But it was always important to verify things all the way to the end.
I am, I am… Master’s slave…!!
One might think there wasn’t much difference between a bitch and a slave, but for Clara it was a crucial question of identity.
Mm… aaah…♥ That’s right, I’m a slave….
For the past few days, she’d been playing the role of a bitch on those nightly walks with her Master, and in the process she’d forgotten. She wasn’t a bitch — she was a slave. If he told her to act like a bitch, she’d act like one. If he told her to offer her hole, she’d offer it. If he told her to betray her fiancé…
Betray… yes, I should…♥
Clara’s eyes, as though painted with pink hearts, glittered brightly.
A slave and a bitch were very different things.
A bitch was just a pet; all she had to do was obey her master and act cute. But a slave was different. A slave obeyed, submitted, and was dominated. Because a slave was property. Human, yet very different from human. A being who could do anything for her master.
So, yes… I should… haaah♥ make Master… happy…♥
What began as self-awareness in her heart spilled out of her mouth as words.
From that moment on, she squeezed his cock even harder.
Not merely moaning and crying for her own pleasure, but because she needed to make her Master feel good. That was her duty and her right, and it was also the path to her own happiness.
Clara believed that.
Smack! Paaang!! Pah—!!
After that, Valdes kept pounding away inside the princess’s cunt and flooding it with cum.
By the time an hour had passed, he had already emptied himself another five or six times, and the intervals between each climax had grown longer.
“Kuh…!”
Pshut! Brrut, brrk, brrrk… phit! Phuurrr….
“Phaaah….”
Only then did he take a brief breath and pull his cock out of the cunt that had been filled with his semen and was still squelching wetly around it. It had been an exhausting length of time.
After nearly an hour, his manhood slipped free at last and drooped downward. Like when he’d first come, it was still smeared thick with his seed and the female’s juices, though the pink tint of her virgin blood was no longer visible.
The same was true for the princess’s cunt.
As soon as the cock that had filled her to bursting was gone, the remaining slick surged out in heaving gushes, spilling to the ground with wet, gulping sounds after having no more room to occupy and no more place to soak into.
It was a sight even the succubi living in the Demon Lord’s domain would have praised as indecent.
“Heh.”
Valdes let out an involuntary laugh at the spectacle he’d created.
Damn, that’s obscene.
A woman pinned against a wall, only her lower half visible, with cum pouring out of her cunt in thick globs. In more ways than one, it was a magnificent sight.
And yet, he felt a touch of regret.
Looking at Clara’s body — white as snow in the darkness, with nothing but black shadow around it — he found himself thinking that if he had brought a feather-pen type magic tool, he could’ve scribbled on the noble, no, the lowly princess’s ass. A pity born of inexperience.
No matter how capable he was, there were still limits to the magic he could use.
He couldn’t suddenly conjure a pen, nor could he fetch one from far away. Nor was it possible to write on a human body without causing pain or harm.
So, with regret left behind, Valdes let his cock dangle and moved around to the other side, toward Clara’s face and upper body.
“Ah, u, u, uh, hee…♥”
Clara was swaying with the dazed expression of someone who had already lost consciousness long ago.
She trembled intermittently, still feeling the aftershocks of climax lingering through her body.
Valdes brought his cock to her filthy face, her eyes rolled back and drool running down her chin. Then he whipped his hips and struck her cheek with the half-limp cock, slapping the princess’s face with it.
The sound echoed through the dark alley.
But one hit wasn’t enough to wake Clara. So he swung his cock a few more times and slapped her cheeks again and again. The thrill of hitting the daughter of Marc and a princess of a country in the face with his own sex made his member swell even more every time it went left and right.
Smack… smack… smack…!
“U-uhn, nnngh…! …Uh, uuuugh…!!”
At last, Clara came to.
Just as she opened her eyes, she stared with a blank expression at the cock that had been going back and forth across her cheeks, then slowly lifted her head and looked up at Valdes.
“Ah…♥ Master…!”
The face of the female princess lit up brilliantly.
Through the tingling pain in her cheeks, she realized he had used his cock to slap her awake, but she didn’t scold him for it. Instead, she rubbed her face against the very cock that had hit her.
“It really was you, Master…! Ah, Master, thank you… for taking Clara’s virginity. Thank you…♥”
At her unexpectedly obedient, coquettish response, the corners of Valdes’s mouth loosened a little.
The result was better than he’d expected, and that pleased him.
“So you noticed after all.”
“Yes! Clara clearly remembered Master’s cock… its size and shape…♥”
“Good girl.”
“Mmm, ngh… haa…♥”
At her master’s praise, Clara smiled happily and kept rubbing her face against his cock. Even though it was still not quite dry and was smeared with cum and juices, she didn’t care in the slightest. In fact, the fetid scent of heat-soaked coupling only made her more and more dazed.
“My cock seems a little dirty… what do you think?”
“Huh? Well… ah♡”
Picking up the hidden meaning behind his words, she snatched his cock into her mouth and began sucking greedily.
“Hheup, mm, slurp… smooch… haa, mm, ahm, smooch, chuup…♥”
The sight of her sucking him with such a filthy expression, her cheeks hollowing in and out, made her look less like a princess than a whore. Not even an upscale courtesan, one who chose her clients carefully, but a cheap street whore — a thoroughly vulgar face.
But to Valdes, it was the sort of lewdness that filled him with satisfaction. Her loyal submission suited him perfectly, and his hand naturally came up to stroke her head.
“Wup, chuub, chuuurp… hahht, hngh… kuh, hup, hbeeek…♥”
When Clara finished cleaning his cock with her mouth, Valdes finally released her.
More precisely, he let her out. From the wall he had been manipulating. At that, Clara looked like she had a hundred things she wanted to ask, but she didn’t dare open her mouth. She waited silently, determined not to ask anything until he spoke first.
“Tonight’s walk is over.”
“Ah, yes….”
Even with the obvious disappointment on Clara’s face, Valdes didn’t pay it any mind. He escorted her back to the alley where the hidden passage was located.
Before the passage opened, he said to her, “How was it?”
The question came out of nowhere. But the princess wore an enraptured expression.
“...I was so happy today…. To be able to give you my virginity, Master… and to realize once again that I’m your slave…♥”
As she said it, Clara’s eyes overflowed with love for him.
Just a few hours earlier, she had been on a date with her fiancé, whispering sweet words of love. But now she was utterly different from then. There was still a faint trace of affection left for Lloyd, but above that was her devotion to Master.
“Good. Go back in.”
“Nngh… yes, yes….”
Clara kept showing her disappointment in both her expression and her movements, but he glared at her sharply and quickly pushed her into the passage.
And as soon as the door closed, he moved a little away from the alley and looked around.
“You can come out now, can’t you? You’ve been watching for quite a while.”
The alley was pitch-black and seemed empty.
But from within that darkness, a woman emerged.
“When did you notice?”
“Does that matter?”
“...No, I suppose it doesn’t.”
She was Jurina, the former vice-captain of the Royal Guard, a horse-person who had started investigating him.
“Just what the hell are you?”
“What am I?”
“Don’t play dumb. I’ve already investigated that demon’s corpse.”
“Oh?”
“There were clearly sword wounds left behind, but… I can tell. Those wounds were nothing like Commander Heik’s.”
Jurina, frustrated by how little progress she had made in her investigation of Valdes, changed direction slightly.
Using her connections as a former vice-captain of the Royal Guard, she had secretly examined the corpse of Eldrif, the mastermind behind the demon attack. And she was certain. Though the body had been badly damaged, the man who killed him was not Commander Heik. It was proof only she, who had spent so long by his side, could recognize.
“Heik? ...Oh, that commander?”
Grrrk.
“So you really are the culprit… the one who killed the demon, and also….”
“The one who killed the commander too? Sorry, but that one wasn’t me.”
“……”
“As you know, the man was killed by a dagger that pierced straight through his heart from behind. It was used by one of the dark elves who became naturalized.”
“...Yes, that part is true. But… I know. Those dark elves… are your subordinates.”
It was a lie.
At this moment, she was taking a gamble. In truth, even the word subordinates had taken her a long time to choose. She suspected there was some kind of relationship involved, but she still wasn’t sure what it was.
In the first place, there had been almost no information to uncover through her investigation, so there was no way she could have known for certain. All Jurina had really done was decide Valdes was the culprit first, then force the rest of the facts into place around that conclusion.
Valdes knew that well, but he chose to indulge her.
“You’re right. I’m the one who planned everything.”
“...What?”