Return, Part 6
“Mm, kiss, smooch…♥ Mwah, mwah. Haaah…”
“Haum, mm, chuup. Lick, lick…”
Valdes and Ethylene pressed their faces together and started kissing without either of them taking the lead. Their tongues, flushed hot with the afterglow of sex, tangled greedily as they drank in each other’s saliva.
“Haah, haah…”
“Still not enough, is it?”
“Uhn… y-yes…”
At his teasing question, Ethylene nodded, her face burning bright red. It was nice to move slowly, to feel each other’s warmth, but there was still something missing—some elusive two percent that kept it from being complete. Valdes called that out with perfect precision, and though she was embarrassed, she answered honestly.
“Then… go ahead.”
“Hmm, yes…♥”
Ethylene lifted her upper body. Their mixed saliva stained the corner of her mouth, and the blue strands of hair clinging here and there to her skin gave her a decadent, almost sinful allure. She placed both hands neatly on Valdes’s solid, muscular abdomen, then began to move her hips again, picking up where she had left off.
“Haaah, huuuh…!”
The difference was that the speed at which she drove herself down kept increasing. Each time her pussy slammed down with a wet, thudding rhythm, pale fluids spilled out in sticky strings. As it repeated again and again, her arousal and his precum mingled and foamed together.
“Hngh, huu, hhaeek…♥ Haaah, huuuh…”
As her excitement built and built, she let out breathy, coquettish moans through her nose.
With an expression of rapture, Ethylene rode her beloved master—who had been pinning her down so roughly until now—like some wanton woman straight out of a novel. What had begun as awkward motions gradually turned smooth and practiced. She wasn’t just lifting and dropping her hips anymore; she was twisting them seductively, adding little tricks of her own, clenching her cunt tightly in time with the downward motion.
“Sluurp, sluurp, slub, squelch, squelch, slap, slap…!”
“Haaah, huu, hhhk…!! Haaah, Master, Master, Valdes, Master…♥”
“Hoo, ugh, haaah…!”
Even Valdes was a little taken aback by how skillfully she moved her hips. Perhaps this was her true hidden nature after all. He had developed all of Ethylene’s sensitive points to the extreme through training and his marking, yes—but everything up to that point had been his doing. Sometimes, like Clara’s exhibitionist tendencies, a woman’s proclivities happened to align by chance; other times, like Irena, he simply engraved the Mark in exactly the right place. So there was nothing strange about the possibility that the sexual nature she had always possessed and the Mark he had placed upon her were completely different things.
And now, that hidden side was blooming obscenely before him.
“You’re really having fun, aren’t you? Shaking those hips like that?”
“Hhehk…! Hih, I’m, I’m sorry…! B-but… heeuk♥ It feels, it feels too good…! I can’t stop…!!”
Ethylene was truly writhing as though she’d been consumed by lust itself.
The clothes she had come in were already soaked through with sweat and no longer served their purpose of covering her body. The fabric had been thin to begin with, so now it clung tightly to the seductive curves of her figure, turning her into an indecent sight. The lace-trimmed cloth matching her panties showed clearly through her wet bra, and her hair, damp with sweat, fluttered and stuck against her skin. It was so thoroughly soaked that even her usual waves had lost their shape and hung down in limp strands.
She was the very definition of lewd.
“Haa, haa…♥ Hhhk!! A-ah, Master, Valdes, Master…♥ I love you, I love you so much♥”
Her breathing growing ragged, her moans breaking between each word, Ethylene shouted her love with a fervor that had nothing to do with being a knight or a noble lady. But right now, she was more lovable than she had ever been.
“I love you too, Ethylene.”
“Ahh, y-yes!! Hh, hhhohk?! U-uh, hhaaang…!!”
Ethylene was already nearing orgasm. His whispered words of love struck her like a spark and blew her over the edge all at once.
“Ugh, ngh! Hh, haah…!”
“Mm, hhehheh♥♥”
Valdes reached climax at the exact same moment as she did.
Fwoosh!! Fwoosh!! Phut, phut, fwoosh, phut, fwoosh, phut, frrrt, frrrtt!!
A massive torrent of semen, unleashed in the throes of his arousal, poured into her womb. Ethylene clenched her pussy tight as though not a single drop could be allowed to escape. Her quivering cunt gripped his cock, and her cervix, seeming to answer her will, wrapped snugly around the head as it forcefully spewed its milky flood.
Jolt, jolt!
“Mm, uhn. Hhaa, haaah… huhhh…♥”
So tightly was Ethylene squeezing him that even as he finished and began to soften, Valdes’s cock quickly hardened again. With her pussy working so diligently around him, the head pressed to her womb’s opening was able to easily spit out the last remnants still left in his urethra.
“Haa, hoo, hah…”
After squeezing him for a long while, her cunt gradually began to loosen.
The eyes that had been drenched with lust, spilling temptation thickly from their depths, slowly regained focus as well. Only then did Ethylene remember what she had done, and the dazed look in her eyes was steadily replaced by shock.
“A-ah, ah, hhk! I, I….”
“Back with me now?”
“M-Master, I, um….”
“It’s fine. It happens.”
“……I-I think I got so, so pleased that… my head stopped working….”
“You were beautiful. Lewd, too. Like some slut who could bring down a kingdom.”
“…I-I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Ethylene replied awkwardly, but for Valdes, it had indeed been praise. After all, if a woman was beautiful and alluring enough to seduce a nation into ruin, what else could she be but magnificent? From Ethylene’s perspective, as a female knight who wielded a sword to protect her country and her master, it was hard to fully grasp that logic. Still, since it was her beloved master saying it, she decided to take it positively.
And besides, there had been the things he’d said before that. Calling her lewd had been strange in its own way, but being called beautiful—no matter how many times she heard it—filled her heart with a warmth that lifted her spirits. Especially because it came from Valdes, who was usually stingy with praise, and because he was the one she loved.
The two of them stayed pressed together for a while, talking quietly. Even though he had filled her pussy to the brim, almost nothing leaked out. That was simply because they were locked together so tightly. Thanks to that, she could feel every slight swell and shift of semen as it gathered and stirred inside her womb.
“Now then. What should we do?”
“You mean the position, Master?”
“Yeah. Want to change it?”
“...Yes. I’d like to try a few things. A-and my clothes, too….”
“They’re getting in the way because they keep sticking to you, huh?”
Ethylene gave a small smile without answering. Perhaps because she was looking at him after a long session of sex, she seemed even more bewitching and charming than usual.
The two of them undressed. Valdes stripped completely bare, while Ethylene left only her knee-high socks on. That was because he had told her that this was much sexier. She didn’t really understand why, but if he said so, she accepted it without argument.
“So, what do you want to try now?”
“Then I guess… something normal….”
Normal.
It was vague, but Valdes understood immediately. In the lovemaking of nobles, the positions were usually limited. There were many postures they avoided for one reason or another.
Of course, that was true of commoners as well, though they tended to be a bit freer. Especially mercenaries and soldiers. Among them, mercenaries in particular were used to rougher acts and often tried more aggressive positions, and many of the things Valdes knew had been learned back in those days.
In other words, the “normal” Ethylene meant was the missionary position.
“Good. Then….”
“Kyah!”
Valdes suddenly grabbed Ethylene and roughly flipped her over. Onto the bed, of course, not the floor. Ethylene let out a shy little squeal and sent him a gaze filled with anticipation.
“I’ll give you the choice again this time. So, how do you want me to do it?”
“...At first, p-please be gentle… and then, hmmm, pound me hard, as rough as you want…♥”
By now somewhat accustomed to everything, Ethylene still said exactly what she wanted, even while blushing.
What she wanted was similar to before. Apparently, she had liked when he started with gentle, affectionate riding before plunging into frenzy and abandoning himself to pleasure. Valdes intended to give her what she wanted.
“What a filthy little request.”
“I’m your lovely filthy little thing…♥”
It almost seemed as if hearts had been carved into Ethylene’s eyes.
“Hold out both hands.”
“M-my hands?”
Ethylene had no idea what he was about to do, but since it was his instruction, she stammered and carefully held out both hands. She didn’t think he was about to suddenly turn stern and punish her or anything, but she couldn’t think of any other reason.
With Ethylene’s two hands extended toward him, Valdes smiled faintly and interlaced his fingers with hers, taking both of her hands in his. At that, Ethylene’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Ah….”
“Why are you so shocked?”
“N-no, it’s just….”
The reason for her surprise was simple.
Just holding both hands like this made it feel strangely like a lovers’ moment. Couples did hold hands sometimes, of course, but among nobles, it wasn’t all that common. It happened often enough in novels, though.
And now he had taken both of her hands, and even gone so far as to lace their fingers together like only lovers did. Ethylene’s heart pounded for a reason entirely different from sexual excitement.
It was awkward, and it made her heart flutter. Through their tightly clasped hands, palm to palm, she could feel the beat of her own pulse being returned to her. At the same time, his warmth came through. She could feel it—that through this tiny, almost meaningless gesture, their love was quietly communicating between them.
“Hmm, you’re that happy about it? Then I guess I’ll have to do this more often.”
“Huh? A-ah, I, I’m embarrassed….”
“But you like it, don’t you?”
“...Yes♥”
Valdes nodded with satisfaction and lowered his gaze.
There, between her legs, was her petite little pussy, with a mixture of his semen and her juices trailing down from it. The swollen folds opened and closed in tiny, obscene little gulps. Toward that place, Valdes slowly lowered the head of his cock.
The two sex organs pressed together once again, and Ethylene’s mouth gave off an unbroken stream of moans. And so their second round in earnest began.
“Hmmm! Mm! Hah! Hng, mm, haaang…♥ Ah, ahh, hahng, mm, mm, mm…!!”
They spent the entire night devouring each other’s bodies without rest. They didn’t care that they were in the Marquis Propylene’s castle rather than the royal palace in the capital. It would no doubt reach the marquis’s ears eventually, but by then they had already long since accounted for that possibility.
Thump-thump-thump-thump!! Squelch, squelch, thwack, thwack!! Sllluuurp, sllluuurp!!
At Ethylene’s request, Valdes held both her hands and gently massaged her pussy at first, but gradually he picked up speed until, before long, he was driving his cock into her with the same ruthless force he usually used on her. The intensity of his piston-like thrusts made Ethylene cry out and shudder all over.
After one more release inside her in missionary position, they changed postures again. This time, it was from behind. They switched positions one after another, and for hours on end the bed was filled with a storm of heat.
And the finale was the same as the beginning.
Fwoooosh!! Gulp, gulp-gulp, brrrrr…!!
“Haum, mm. Gulp, gulp-gulp, chuup. Mwah, gulp. Mwah. Gulp…♥”
Ethylene served his cock as if she meant to suck out every last drop of semen, even the little bit still left in his balls. They had licked and kissed it clean several times while changing positions, but this was the first time she had taken his release into her mouth.
Ethylene swallowed every drop of semen and shook her head back and forth to finish the cleanup as well. When she pulled it out of her mouth, it was gleaming and slick with an almost polished shine.
Hrk, ugh… ggh. ...Haaah, thank you for your hard work….
Ethylene barely managed to hold back the burp threatening to rise from the semen flooding into her stomach.
Somehow, that expression of hers seemed adorable.
“Good work.”
“N-not at all… ah….”
She looked quite tired and shook her head weakly before collapsing straight onto the bed. In the end, the cleanup was Valdes’s job, but he dealt with it easily with magic, then dressed Ethylene in her dried clothes and carried her back to her room.
After that, he returned to his own room and slept for three hours.
It was obvious enough that the dining hall would feel ominous at breakfast the next morning.
There was quite a commotion after that, but in the end, the envoy party left the marquis’s territory behind and headed back toward the capital once more.