Ventorino Kingdom - Fall or Capture (6)
Even Katarina herself was surprised.
Getting aroused by adultery. Asking him to put his cock inside her.
The first was shocking enough, but the second was something she had never said in her life. Until now, the only man who had ever had the chance to put anything inside her had been her husband, and even sex with him had always been plain and restrained. She had never cared much for bedchamber matters, and Marc had always been considerate.
Those were filthy words for her to speak for the first time, yet they felt better than she had expected.
The fact that the crest Valdes had secretly branded into her lower abdomen played a large part in that feeling, however, was something she had no way of knowing. So she took the heat surging through her body for her own, genuine desire.
Katarina had gathered her courage and even said something so shameful, but Valdes merely looked down at her with a faint smile.
"……."
At that unreadable silence, the queen swallowed softly.
Had she not pleased him? Was something else wrong?
All manner of anxious thoughts swirled through her head.
Just as her eyes began to shake with confusion, Valdes finally spoke.
"Hmm, seems a little lacking."
"Huh, huh…?"
Not enough? What do you mean, not enough? Where?
Katarina couldn’t understand it. She had gone this far. And yet he was saying it still wasn’t enough? If this wasn’t enough, what on earth was she supposed to do? Her mind simply couldn’t keep up.
"Clara…."
"C-Clara…?"
"She went further than this."
"Further… than this…?"
"Yes, enough that you’d hardly believe she was a princess… hardly believe she was a virgin. She was incredibly lewd."
"……!!"
The shocking words struck her ears like a blow.
He had clearly said virgin. Nobles were creatures who could squeeze deep meaning out of every little word, and Katarina—who stood at the pinnacle of a social world crowded with nobles like that—could not possibly fail to understand such a simple implication.
Valdes was telling her that Clara had given him her virginity. Not just an affair, but that she had offered him her body and her heart. That was the meaning.
"Clara… Clara…."
"She was delicious. The princess who still wasn’t married yet, the one who’d seemed like she couldn’t live without her fiancé—the body and virginity of a girl like that."
"Ah…."
"And she was incredibly obedient. So it was pretty fun. ...Unlike someone else."
"……."
Valdes was forcing Katarina into yet another comparison.
And he was asking her.
As a queen who had already fallen so deeply into love with him, into lust with him, into the pleasures of her own body with him that she could no longer climb back out—just how far could she go compared to her daughter?
It was a wicked question, a taunt wrapped in a question mark: if she wasn’t careful, he’d simply go to Clara instead, so she had better figure out how to entertain him. She had already said she loved him. She had already admitted that she accepted his love with her daughter. Princess Clara was no longer just her child in this moment; she was a formidable rival.
"Y-you… bad… man…."
"So you hate it?"
"……N-no…."
The queen’s eyes curved like a crescent moon.
"I love you very, very much…♥"
She had almost forgotten.
Clara had spoken to Valdes with honorifics and called him Master. She had done it while naked, while wearing obscene ornaments and crawling on the floor. She had looked less like a princess than a slave, less like a woman than a female beast. Katarina had to surpass that.
She had been thinking too simply.
Clara had youth, virginity, and obedience—so many advantages over her. Compared to that, Katarina had nothing special. And yet she had only trusted in the single thing he had once told her: that he loved her. Since he loved her, she had thought that perhaps he would use the place she had never allowed anyone to touch.
But now Katarina felt, with painful clarity, that that alone was not enough.
He was a male. He was strong. He was the master.
If she wanted even a sliver of his heart, his body, she would have to do anything. She might not be able to beat her daughter, but she had to at least come close. She had to fall short only by a little.
Katarina took her hands away from the side of her panties and dropped to the floor. Then she knelt and crawled toward him.
Crawl. Crawl.
"V-Valdes… s-sir…."
"Take them off."
That was the correct answer.
"Y-yes…♥"
With clumsy, unpracticed movements, the queen began to undo his pants. In truth, there was no need to strip him completely. Just the front. All she had to do was expose his cock.
Once she set her mind to it, it was easier than she had expected. He was dressed lightly in sleep clothes, after all, so a simple tug at his waist was enough to reveal his underwear, and then the thing beneath it. The only real trouble was how huge his cock was; it caught on the fabric a little before finally sliding free.
Thud.
"Hhng… u-uh, ah…."
His cock dropped forward and struck Katarina’s forehead.
She looked up at it with a dazed, blissful expression.
She had done this a few times already, but because her frame of mind had changed, everything felt different. Today, in particular, his manhood seemed even bigger, hotter, and more musky than usual. And all of it made her happy.
"From here on, I won’t need to tell you, will I?"
"Haa, y-yes…♥ Th-thank you for letting me lick Master Valdes’s cock, h-hwaah…."
She opened her mouth wide and took the man’s sex inside.
After so long without tasting it, the flavor was wonderfully salty and sweet.
"Haa… mm, hss, chuwp… slurp, heup, huff…! Mph, mghht, uh… hhbehep…."
So Katarina licked and sucked Valdes’s cock with far more devotion than she usually would have. Even though he was less than half her husband’s age, his cock was more than twice as impressive. Where else in the world could she taste such a magnificent, masculine thing?
In truth, she no longer even remembered what Marc’s member had felt like. So she imagined it however she liked—smaller, more pathetic. The husband’s cock she invented in her head looked like something a woman would laugh at. She had never once put it in her mouth, but she doubted it would have felt like much even if she had.
By comparison, the thing she was sucking now was so large that her jaw began to ache after only a short while.
The cock of the male among males.
A vicious thing that would turn a woman into a female, a thing that looked like it would absolutely make her pregnant the moment it came.
"Hhng, heuh, hng, hheheup… chs, chuwp, chuvb, churup…♥"
Thinking about pregnancy brought her thoughts to her two children as well.
First, Clara.
Without a doubt, that girl had sucked this cock with her mouth too, and taken it into her pussy as well.
Once she thought that way, it almost seemed as though Clara’s scent and taste lingered on his cock. So Katarina redoubled her efforts, wanting to drench it in her own saliva and smell.
After all, oral sex was oral sex. His and hers couldn’t be all that different. If that was the case, she could not afford to lose.
"Ng! Hoo… Katarina, I’m cumming."
"Mmph! Mph!"
Valdes’s cock began to tremble, the unmistakable prelude to ejaculation. Katarina couldn’t speak, so she answered with frantic noises of agreement. She didn’t even dare nod in case that somehow hurt him.
And soon enough, a hot, fierce wave of seed crashed into her mouth.
"Hnng, mmh, hss… uh, hehuh…♥"
It was still as abundant and delicious as ever.
Katarina swallowed it greedily, suckling at his cock and tightening her throat as if she meant to leave not a single drop behind. Even as she did so, she kept her tongue busy, savoring the sweet cum and cleaning his cock thoroughly.
"…ngh, gulp…! …Haa, ah, huff! ……K-khrrk…."
Because it had been a while, and because she had rushed to drink it down, the queen burped despite the fact that it wasn’t all that much.
Embarrassed, she lowered her blazing face—only to remember that his cock was still in her mouth. Fearing that Valdes might be angry, or disappointed, she glanced up at his face through her lashes.
"It’s fine. That happens sometimes. Our Katarina is such a filthy female, isn’t she?"
"Mmph… fha, haa♥ ...Yes, that’s right…. Katarina is… Master Valdes’s female…."
She didn’t understand what burping after swallowing his cum had to do with being a filthy female, but since he was smiling while he said it, she nodded along. Simply knowing that Valdes was smiling, that he was pleased, made her happy.
As soon as she finished speaking, Katarina climbed onto the bed. She had already sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, so foreplay was over. They hadn’t kissed, and he hadn’t particularly caressed her, but that didn’t matter. Katarina had already tasted the greatest arousal of her life.
Just like before, she climbed onto the bed on her own, but the pose she took this time was different.
Instead of lying back and spreading her legs for missionary, she sprawled forward and raised her hips high, presenting her ass as she wiggled it seductively at him.
"Master Valdes… ple-please… put Master Valdes’s cock into this filthy queen Katarina’s pu-pussy…. ……A cock that can’t even be compared to my husband’s…♥"
Again, the words were not something she had carefully crafted. They spilled out only because of her arousal, because she let her instincts lead her. She had no idea how obscene they sounded to him.
But Clara had surely spoken just as lewdly. So in the end, she had to seduce him in the same filthy way. Even if that meant tearing down her husband by comparing him to Valdes.
"…Good. Very good. You’ve become a splendid female."
Valdes said this as he approached the bed.
"You’re truly my Katarina."
"Hhhn…♥ Yes♥"
He climbed onto the bed in one smooth motion, grabbed Katarina by the hips, and drove his cock inside her.
"Haaahhh—♥ Ah, Valdes, Valdeshh—♥"
Having forgotten the honorific she had been using only moments ago, the queen screamed beneath the boy young enough to be her son. It was more pleasure than she had ever imagined. The moment the rough tip of his cock crashed into her womb, her arms gave way and her whole body began to tremble.
And then sex began.
It was less like human intercourse and more like the mating of beasts—male and female locked in rut.
And because she happened to be on all fours like a dog, it looked even more like that.
Valdes moved his hips without restraint, pounding into Katarina with the force of a man trying to crush her flat beneath him. There was no gentle back-and-forth. Each time he withdrew, the crown of his cock surged forward again, and only after crashing into her womb did it pull back.
"Ah, ah, ha, hahng, hng, ah, cock, cock feels so good…♥ Adultery sex is so good…♥"
Even as she shrieked until her mind went blank and writhed in pleasure, she kept talking without pause.
Whenever she did, she made sure to mention cock, pussy, or adultery. At times she even brought up her husband, and sometimes her daughter’s name slipped out. Even after receiving a single climax deep inside her, their mating did not stop.
Then Valdes lifted his head slightly and looked toward the door.
He sensed someone there.
This is definitely….
It was the same presence he had already felt earlier that very afternoon.
Ha. Well, would you look at that.
Just as expected, it happened.
Katarina adored her son terribly, even more than she did her husband. Under normal circumstances, he should have stopped here and withdrawn. But for some reason, it didn’t feel necessary now. So he waited. The door was locked, but Alfonso would likely have the key to this room.
And that guess turned out to be correct.
As the door began to open carefully, he lowered his head again and treated Katarina even more roughly.
Smack!
"Aahh, ah, hhhng…! Heheht… ah, Valdes, Valdes, Valdes…♥"
"Hoo, hoo…! Do you like my cock that much, Katarina?"
"Y-yes♥ Yes♥ Valdes’s cock, I love it so much…! Hah! I like it so much, hhaa, Katarina is going to, hic…! I-I think I’m going to cum again…♥"
Even though she could have lifted her head and seen the door, she had no idea who was opening it. All she could do was give Valdes a thoroughly satisfied answer. So Valdes, in turn, struck her harder for her.
"Kyah! Kya, hht…! Hhheh! Ah, ah, this feels so, so good♥ Sob! Adultery sex, beastly mating, heh, heheh…♥ Ah, Katarina, I’m about to c-cum toooo…♥"
It was impossible to believe that those words had come from the mouth of the queen of a nation, or from the mother of two children.
Thanks to that, Alfonso’s actions grew faster.
Bang!
The door flew open violently and slammed into the wall. No matter how distracted they were, there was no way they could miss a sound that loud right in front of them.
"Hah, I, ah, am I…?"
When Katarina lifted her head, a boy appeared in her eyes.
Her beloved son, Alfonso.
"W-w-wait, hold on—?!"
Before she could even react, the prince’s face flushed with anger and he charged toward the bed with heavy, furious steps.
Valdes did not stop him. Katarina could not stop him.
With no one hindering him, the boy leapt onto the bed—more precisely, right beside Katarina—and fixed his entire gaze on Valdes. In Alfonso’s eyes, Valdes was smiling faintly, not the least bit flustered.
At last, he could not hold himself back and swung a fist.
Thud!
"Ugh!"
It should not have hurt at all, and yet he toppled backward with a groan. Thanks to the bed being so large, he did not fall off it.
At the sight, Katarina rose in alarm.
"V-Valdes…!"
"Mom! This bastard is my—"
And then it happened.
Smack!!
That was.
"A…h? M-mom…?"
The first.
"W-what do you think you’re doing, Alfonso! Hurry! Hurry and apologize to Lord Valdes!!"
A slap Alfonso had never received before in his life—from his own mother.