Ventorino Kingdom - Fall or Capture (12)
Valdes seized the princess by both hips and drove his cock all the way into her hole with all his strength. The wet smack of flesh colliding rang out through the room. Even after only a few thrusts, Clara’s pussy had already adjusted to him, clamping down around his cock as though it had been made for him.
It was a cunt that felt a great deal like Katarina’s motherly one, and yet it was younger, tighter, springier—obscenely so. Clara’s princess pussy clung to his cock with sticky, greedy eagerness, ravenously devouring the male scent of the intruder pumping into her again and again.
“Huungh, hoooh, hheek…♥”
Clara buried her face in the pillow that had been new only moments ago and let out a steaming, trembling breath.
Just twenty minutes earlier, that pillow had still been untouched, all soft, dry fabric and the warm, sun-dried scent of something fresh from the linens. But now, thanks to the filthy acts of the beastlike pair on the bed, it was damp and sticky, thick with the lewd stench of sex.
Looking down at her as she drowned in lust and had entirely lost her mind, Valdes felt a thin vein rise on his forehead.
That bitch. Did she seriously forget what I told her?
This wasn’t some random break-in where he had slipped into another man’s estate to rape a princess in the middle of a date. He had his reasons.
And he had a plan.
He had clearly warned her before they ever rolled around in the bed, yet Clara seemed to have forgotten already. No—this was worse than forgetting. It was as though she had simply lost her mind.
And in fact, his guess was right.
Ah, cock, cock, cock, I love Master’s cock so much♥
Not a single word Valdes had said remained in Clara’s head.
There was only her love for his cock, and the bliss it gave her.
Her beloved master, filling her body to the brim with exquisite pleasure. Not only inside, but outside as well—his hot body heat, his intoxicating scent, every last thing about him was satisfying all of her senses. Clara had to think it would be stranger if she could even think of anything else in this situation.
…This is ridiculous.
He grumbled inwardly, then let out a bitter laugh.
Come to think of it, this had been his mistake. He knew Clara’s tastes all too well. If nothing else in this world, he probably understood this princess’s sexual preferences better than anyone. And yet he had trusted her. In the end, that was his own stupidity.
Well, whatever. I guess it’s fine.
As expected, Lloyd didn’t seem to have noticed who they were.
In fact, his eyes looked rather interesting. They were thick with disgust. It wasn’t an act. The feeling in them was unmistakably real. If that was a performance, then Valdes was confident no one would ever see through it unless they could read hearts.
And Valdes knew exactly why Lloyd felt that way.
If he had broken into any other house, he might have mistaken Lloyd for something else. For all Valdes knew, the man was a rare sort of nobleman indeed—upright, righteous, and a model young lord of spotless virtue.
But once he had entered this mansion, he had found it. What was hidden in the basement. The filthy truth buried in Lloyd’s chest. The truth he would probably never admit even to himself.
I really never would’ve imagined it. …Though thanks to that, I don’t have any reason to hold back either.
Truthfully, Valdes had felt a little sorry for Lloyd, just as he had for Alfonso.
Even though he had trained Clara and broken her down in order to take revenge on Marc, she was still a woman who already belonged to someone else. More specifically, she belonged to a fiancé she had once loved to death and back. Of course, that faint twinge of guilt had been nothing compared to his desire for revenge, so he had acted without hesitation.
But after this, even that tiny shred of guilt vanished as if it had been snuffed out with a single breath.
What he had seen was that shocking.
To put it bluntly, it was not all that different from the lunatic demons he had always killed without mercy back in his hero days. The only difference was whether it was demons tormenting humans or humans tormenting everyone else. They were the same in one crucial regard: they abused and tortured their victims over and over for their own amusement or stress relief, then killed them in the end.
And judging by the numerous traces that had not even been properly cleaned away, those who had met their end at Lloyd’s hands were not merely demons. Probably most races other than humans.
If he had seen this in the days when he was still a human hero, he would have been enraged without question. And now, as a demon prince, his teeth practically ground together with fury. If he had found out sooner, he would have made sure that only Lloyd died when the demon rebel army ambushed the meeting.
Come to think of it, his father—the current Duke Antifeol—had been much the same in his youth. He had disliked every race except humans, and even harbored outright hatred toward demons. He seemed better than Lloyd, perhaps, but who could say? Lloyd, after all, showed almost none of that on the surface either.
For now, I’ll break him only in spirit. And two years from now…
Thinking of the poor demon he had already deemed beyond saving and killed with his own hands, Valdes quietly savored his anger.
“Nnngh, haah, Master… please… please move already…♥ Please give that filthy female dog your cock and pound me…♥”
As he fell silent for a moment, distracted by other thoughts, Clara began to shake her hips with his cock still buried inside her and pleaded with him.
Valdes snapped back to attention at her lewd, clingy sweetness. Then he let out a snort of laughter. Normally this would have been the time to slap her ass and scold her for distracting her master, but this time Clara had actually helped him.
Just moments earlier, a dark aura had been faintly wrapped around him. Without realizing it, he had been leaking Demonic Energy. It was gone now. If he had sunk any deeper into his thoughts, Lloyd might have noticed it.
I’m still too green. To think my emotions could get this unsteady and I’d lose control of my own aura.
“...Fine. Since that’s what you want, I’ll give your slave cunt all the cock-fucking it can take.”
“Ah… hngh, y-yes♥”
With her face still buried below him, Clara smiled softly.
That was a relief.
Just a moment ago, she had been completely soaked in lust, but in an instant she had come to her senses. It had been because of the gloomy energy that had started crawling over her body.
Clara had instinctively understood that it came from Valdes, and to pull him back, she had shaken her hips and seduced him. She had squeezed her cunt a little tighter as well. Whether that was what had done it or not, her master seemed to have come back to himself.
It’s a shame he didn’t smack my ass, but still… wait, what is Master’s identity, anyway…?
Clara had been worrying about her failed attempt at killing two birds with one stone, and about the dark, unidentified aura as well.
But that thought was soon shoved deep into the back of her mind.
“Ah, nnhiiit—?!”
Because her master pulled his hips back and then slammed into her with all his might.
“Ah, ahhh… s-so good…♥”
“I’m feeling good now, so I’m gonna pound the hell out of you!”
“Ah, yes, y-yes…♥ Ah, please, female slave cunt… just take it, take it all♥ O-ohh, ah, hhuuhh…!”
Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!
Valdes moved his hips without restraint, pouring both gratitude and revenge into every thrust. Each time his waist snapped forward, the princess’s pelvis couldn’t bear his strength and dipped slightly before surging back up again.
Even the bed itself, which had barely been brought in and ought to have been sturdy, creaked and cried under the violent storm unfolding on top of it. Yet Clara, who was absorbing every bit of Valdes’s force, did not scream at all—instead, she kept spilling obscenely eager moans that only made her sound even filthier.
“Hooonngh, hhuut, hngh, hheh…! Heh, hhk, heggh…♥ U-uh, cock, pound me, cock-pound me more…♥♥”
“And I’m tighter than your mother, too!”
“Ugh, h-hhnngh, hheeh♥ Y-yes, yes, I’ll tighten…♥ I’ll squeeze this slave daughter’s pussy nice and hard…♥ Please pound me even more than you do Mom♥”
Lloyd stared at the vulgar scene, his chin dropping as he watched the two of them in a daze.
“……”
W-what in the world…
Lewd. Crude. Lowly.
For a nobleman to be pinned beneath a half-demon and groan so obscenely—it was pathetic beyond words. Worse still, what the two of them were doing did not seem to contain even the slightest trace of love or any thought of the future.
Only pleasure.
The man and woman, especially the woman, were swallowed in endless ecstasy, showing Lloyd that human beings could make such sounds, too. And for some reason, it drew him in.
It should have been a sight so shameful that his cock would have wilted in disgust, and yet it refused to go down. By now, the white hair and voice that resembled his fiancée’s no longer mattered. No—perhaps they mattered a little, but no longer enough to be important.
That much the pair’s behavior stirred a man’s lust.
And then there was one more thing.
For something like that… for something as insignificant as a demon…
Something strange was growing in Lloyd’s chest.
It was anger, and it was jealousy.
A worthless, trashy half-demon—something so low it could not even be compared to a human—was making a human woman with noble blood feel that kind of pleasure and break down like this. He could not accept it.
That glimpsed size of the half-breed’s cock, that overwhelming power pinning the woman beneath him—one and all of it made Lloyd furious. It was as if some fear had been born from the possibility that, as a man, the other could outdo him. Stripped of the fact that he was a half-demon, the male before him felt absurdly overwhelming.
No. Absolutely not. That woman’s just filthy and obscene, that’s all.
Since Lloyd could not afford to praise Valdes, he did the next best thing and tried to drag Clara down instead. All the while, he gave not the slightest thought to who they actually were.
But the more he did that, the more unease kept growing in a corner of his heart.
Could I really satisfy Clara?
The unease of a man.
“……”
Lloyd bit his lip.
...Damn it. Because of a couple of bastards like that, I’m having these useless thoughts. But... th-that’s not entirely wrong either...
He was rather conservative when it came to sex.
He disliked the lewd, debauched culture of the nobility. He never spoke about such things with anyone else. He had only ever encountered them through books and illustrations. That was why he wasn’t certain. Whether what he knew was truly all correct. Perhaps that was why he had given Alfonso a book of erotic pictures.
Because he wanted someone he could speak to about such things in secret.
“Damn it….”
He ground his teeth.
He knew himself well. Which meant he also understood his own heart—and that was precisely why he was afraid.
If even a single thing he had learned about sex until now turned out to be wrong. If that half-demon bastard happened to be right about any of it. How was he supposed to treat the Clara he loved?
What if he disappointed her?
“……”
That was the one thing he absolutely could not stand.
If, by some chance, even the slightest shred of his pride as a man were to be shattered by her, it would be unbearably humiliating and shameful. She might be a virgin too, just like him, but even so, he wanted to lead her as a man. He wanted to see her trembling and crying because of him.
I…
The hesitation did not last long.
Lloyd decided to watch the obscene mating of the beast before him with his own eyes. He would carve every detail of it deep into his retina, and if it ever seemed like his first time with her might be ruined, he would make use of what he had seen.
“Heeh, heeek, hhuu… h-heeheeit—♥”
“Haah…. …Ah, a-ah?”
Lloyd, peering into the room with a heart pounding from sexual excitement, flinched in surprise.
What had just escaped his own mouth was unmistakably a hot breath. A breath born of excitement. Of arousal.
He bit his lip even harder than before. He might very well tear it and draw blood, but he could not stop. Even while cursing and belittling the two people in front of him, he could not lie to the desire rising inside him.
The lust he had tied up so firmly deep in his heart was boiling over.
Clara….
The object of that lust was only one person.
The fiancée he loved most in the world, Clara Ventorino.
W-we’re engaged anyway… and we’re going to be married soon. No, it’s fate. So… th-this damn thing!!
Lloyd closed his eyes.
It seemed he could not keep this up any longer.
Deciding that the urgent thing was to leave this place for now, he hurriedly turned on his heel and went away.
Leaving behind the fiancée he loved most in the world.