Ventorino Kingdom - Downfall or Capture (13)
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Behind Lloyd, who was anxiously drumming his feet, came the voice of the lovely young woman he adored.
"Lloyd!"
"Ah, ahh…! Clara! My love!!"
"Eep!? W-Why are you suddenly acting like that?! I’m sweating so much right now…."
"It’s fine!"
He shouted that it was perfectly fine, though in truth Lloyd hadn’t even registered what Clara had said. His mind was a mess, his chest tight and tangled with emotion, and all that mattered to him was that Clara was in his arms.
"L-Lloyd…?"
Clara looked thoroughly flustered by the unexpected situation.
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, the princess had been so deep in pleasure that she hadn’t realized her fiancé was sneaking around and watching. Still, she’d just come from hearing a great deal from her master, Valdes. And among all that, there had been no mention that Lloyd might have noticed anything.
What’s gotten into him all of a sudden… ah. Uh…
"Uh…?"
Something blunt and unmistakable pressed against her from below.
"Ngh… ah, w-wait a second, Lloyd…."
Even if she had truly been a virgin, it was a sensation impossible to mistake. Clara mixed a little acting with real embarrassment and made a show of telling him just how flustered she was. His cock was stiff inside his trousers and pressing against her. It was uncomfortable. Yet even with that silent signal from her, Lloyd only held her tighter.
"Mm…."
Clara awkwardly pulled her hips back a little.
This was a first.
She had always been rather quick to notice things. She was not ignorant when it came to sex, either. Even before she met Valdes, she had sometimes read the signs and wondered whether this man might harbor filthy thoughts.
Yet Lloyd had always been gentlemanly. A handsome woman his own age in his arms would normally stir at least a few lustful thoughts, and the tension of physical closeness alone might make him nervous, but he had never shown any of that. For a moment, she had even worried he might be impotent.
So the fact that Lloyd’s cock, that always-silent place of his, had somehow become so hard he couldn’t control it himself felt strangely bizarre. Worse, he didn’t even seem to be trying to hide it. Or perhaps he truly hadn’t noticed at all.
And besides….
Clara, who was no longer merely a virgin but a depraved female pervert, found herself comparing Lloyd’s to Valdes’s without even meaning to. Because they were both hidden under clothes, an exact comparison was impossible, but it wasn’t as if she cared enough to fuss over such details.
Her fiancé’s manhood was, far more than she’d expected…
Small… pfft.
A snicker rang out in the princess’s heart.
If this is all he’s got even when he’s hard… yes, that’s a relief. Compared to being Lord Valdes’s slave….
Taking advantage of the fact that Lloyd couldn’t see her face, Clara wore a seductive expression and slowly licked her lips. Just before coming out of the room, the hurried fellatio she’d given had come back to her. The taste of her beloved master’s cock returned vividly in her mind.
She had certainly spent dozens of minutes taking him into her mouth, sucking and licking him senseless, and yet once she’d stopped, it had still felt like too little. She wanted to taste her master’s cock again—more of it this time. She didn’t need just any cock. She’d never eaten one before, but she knew it all the same. Something like that would never be surpassed.
Ahhh…♡
Her body heated in an instant.
As Clara trembled with excitement, Lloyd finally loosened his arms and stepped back from her.
"Ah, s-sorry. I did that without thinking…."
"N-No, it’s f-fine…."
"…Dear me. Are you really sure you’re all right, my love? Your face is red. Could it be because of me…?"
"Huh? Ah, um…."
The princess stammered.
She couldn’t exactly tell him it was because she’d just been sucking her master’s cock a moment ago. Luckily, she had the perfect excuse.
"L-Lloyd?"
"Yes, you can tell me the truth."
"…C-Can you look down below for me…."
"Below?"
At first, he didn’t understand what she meant. He even wondered whether something had appeared down there somehow. Then, following her finger, he lowered his head—and froze solid.
"……."
It took him about ten seconds to accept reality, and when those ten seconds were over, his face had turned redder than anything Clara had ever seen. His whole body was trembling now too, unable to hide his shame and confusion. Of all the humiliating moments in their long engagement, this was by far the worst.
"……S-Sorry…. I-I…!"
If his face was red, then his mind was completely white.
He was so flustered he couldn’t think of a single thing. He needed to explain himself, but even that was beyond him.
"……."
"……."
"……I-It’s all right. Lloyd is a young man, after all… s-so that can happen…."
"……Thank you for your kind understanding…."
Lloyd wanted to die.
It felt as though everything he’d worked for until now had collapsed in an instant. What on earth must she be thinking? He couldn’t even imagine it, and the very idea was horrifying. What kind of shock must such indecency be to a pure and beautiful princess?
And even more revolting than that was the fact that this erection had not come from his beloved fiancée Clara, but from the filthy interracial fetish of a maid and the beast-like coupling of some dreadful half-demon. As a human being, and as a noble, he couldn’t believe he had been excited while watching something like that.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! I’m not some deviant pervert!
"…L-Lloyd?"
"……."
"Lloyd."
"…Ah, sorry. About this matter…."
Wincing hard, Lloyd lifted his head at his fiancée’s call, only to realize he still hadn’t heard what Clara had said. So he apologized first. The princess slowly shook her head.
"That’s not what I meant."
"…? Then what…."
"Let me say it again: I’m all right."
"……."
"If anything… um…."
"……?"
Clara fidgeted and let her words trail off. Lloyd thought about why his fiancée was acting this way, and he found the answer almost immediately. He was a smart man. The way she was blushing and spinning the ends of her hair around her finger pointed to only one thing.
"Clara. C-Could it be…?"
"Ugh… yes. I, I wanted to watch too, b-but I don’t know!"
Clara raised her voice as though it were too embarrassing to say and snapped her head away.
"Clara…."
Moved by his fiancée’s adorable display, Lloyd stared at her back with a touched expression. No matter that he was her fiancé, it was still a subject too shameful for a princess to speak of. And yet she had mustered the courage to open her mouth and say it. She hadn’t gotten to the point directly, but for him, that was enough.
Then, at last, Lloyd’s eyes fell properly upon Clara’s appearance. The second of the three things Clara and Valdes had prepared for him today. Naturally, the first had been a bout of lovemaking in an empty room at the mansion, meant to continue until he arrived.
"My love? W-Why are you so…."
Wet…?
His fiancée was soaked in sweat. Thinking back, he remembered that she had asked him not to hug her because she was drenched. He hadn’t noticed it then, but now that he thought about it, the amount of sweat she had worked up was no joke.
My own body is damp too.
Lloyd had been holding Clara in his arms for quite a while. Naturally, the sweat that had soaked into her body had rubbed off onto him as well, sticky and clinging. It didn’t feel too unpleasant if he thought of it as the sweat of the woman he loved, but it was still strange.
Even if she had been wandering around the mansion, could she really have sweated this much? Or had she been sweating for some other reason?
For example… no, that can’t be! What am I even imagining….
"Whew. The mansion was bigger than I expected. And there was no one around, either… I don’t know how much I ran around."
"…Ha-ha. Right. Yes. If you keep running, of course you’d work up a sweat."
"Lloyd? What’s wrong? Your face looks weird… heh, you weren’t thinking something strange, were you?"
"Hahaha! Something strange? I was merely thinking that even soaked in sweat, my love is still beautiful beyond words!"
"Oh, Lloyd, really~."
Amid the warm, affectionate atmosphere, Lloyd couldn’t shake the feeling that she carried the scent of a man’s flesh.
"Did you do well?"
"Yes… I kept our promise, lick…♡ and came back…."
"Good girl."
"Hehe… haum, mm… chu. Ahh, thank you…♥"
Valdes visited Clara’s room again tonight. These days, it was a place he came to almost every day. At one point, Katarina had even caught him there. More precisely, he had allowed himself to be caught on purpose—but in any case, he had been visiting often enough.
Then, late at night, he would go see Katarina as well, which left Mercedes and Mari terribly disappointed. There simply wasn’t enough time for him to visit them. During the day, he was busy enough being invited to meetings by the nobles of the Ventorino Kingdom, or attending the events Marc had arranged for the Ulsro delegation. By any measure, his schedule was full.
That was the price of having been given the treatment of a hero for so long while also keeping himself in check. It seemed likely that this daily routine would continue until the day he left the Ventorino Kingdom.
"So, how did he react today?"
"Chuuup, haah… I think he found it a little odd, but he didn’t really react much."
"Really? Hmm…."
Valdes sat on the bed, receiving the princess’s devoted service while lost in thought.
At this point, it didn’t seem like Lloyd was merely oblivious; it was more as though he had simply excluded the whole matter from his field of thought. Normally, a man would doubt at least a little, but Lloyd had no such reaction. There was no way to tell whether it was due to his trust in his fiancée or because he was unconsciously denying reality.
Or rather, there was a way—but there wasn’t enough time to make use of it.
Originally, this had been a plan that wasn’t even on the table. Going into Lloyd’s mansion had been meant to further and perfect Clara’s training. Then, after seeing what was in the basement, he had adjusted the plan a little.
But even so, he couldn’t devote too much time to it.
The last two days or so still needed to be reserved for Marc, who was the original target. In other words, there were maybe two or three days left. Clara was already so thoroughly conquered that it was no exaggeration to say she was finished, but by itself, that didn’t seem like it would be enough to deal a devastating blow to Lloyd.
Isn’t there some better way to shatter his mind completely?
While he remained lost in thought, Clara began to feel a little jealous.
No matter how much she liked being treated like a slave, being ignored was another matter. She could tolerate being left alone, to a point. After all, one of the books she had recently read had dealt with that sort of thing. Among the knowledge she had picked up that way, there was quite a bit that was surprisingly useful.
Still, one thing was one thing and this was another. She couldn’t stand being treated so blatantly like this. Lately, during service or sex, her master often seemed to drift off into other thoughts like this. She had even seen it today at the mansion. Of course, she knew some of it was her own fault, but it was still hard not to feel hurt.
Then I just need to… try harder!
Thinking that this was the way to win even a little more of her master’s love and favor as his slave, Clara sucked his cock with all her strength.
"Haaah… hngh!"
"Ah, ahh… ngh!"
At that fierce burst of pleasure, Valdes twitched and broke out of his thoughts.
When he finally came to his senses and looked down, his eyes met Clara’s.
The princess was grinning.
"…Ha-ha."
It struck him as a cheeky expression, but he decided to let it pass in view of her efforts.
Normally, Clara would only take about two-thirds of his shaft into her mouth, but now, astonishingly, she was swallowing him all the way to the root. He could clearly feel the tip of his crown pressing inside her throat.
"Hoo…."
"Hnngh, hhhngh…♥"
As Valdes let out a pleased groan, Clara’s grin widened even more. From above, part of her pubic hair could be seen slipping into her nostrils, making her look a little indecent, but Clara didn’t care at all. All the practice she had put in gagging herself with a toy was finally paying off.
"Hahum, hup, hhn, hhhngh…!"
"Ngh! …Wow, you must’ve been working hard in secret. The princess’s throat-pussy is clenching so tightly it’s better than a cunt."
"Hngh!"
Clara protested at that with her eyes and with her sounds, as if to say otherwise, but she kept serving him diligently. She’d pull back halfway along the shaft, then push herself deep into Valdes’s groin again, swallowing him to the root, then retreat and repeat the motion.
Keeping his cock in her mouth and sliding it in and out only through her throat made it feel less like an oral pussy and more like she was really using a throat pussy. No, the sensation of those resilient muscles—supple yet tight, stubborn and clenching—somehow brought to mind a womb.
If you treated the mouth like a cunt, then the area around the uvula was the womb entrance, and beyond that lay the womb itself. Thinking of it that way, Clara was practicing how to open the entrance to her womb, receiving his vicious tool deep inside her. It was a ridiculous image, but also strangely arousing.
"Haaah, hngh, hngh… chuup, chuu-bbzuub♥"
"Kuh. At this rate, how am I supposed to finish anytime soon?"
"Hngh!"
"I don’t know what you’re trying to say, but… at the very least, you’ve got to do it this fiercely!"
His hand closed around her white hair.
"Mmph!"