Waiting (8)
“……”
Valdes slowly looked around the room.
He couldn’t understand why everything had been decorated with such excessive, almost garish flair. The room was crammed full of ornate trinkets, magic lamps, and perfumes that gave off strangely exotic scents, along with all manner of things his knowledge simply couldn’t place. He wasn’t ignorant by any means—far from it, in fact—but the fact that he didn’t know these things at all only meant they were obscure, bizarre, or simply too minor to have ever crossed his path.
As he sat on the bed, studying the room, the owner of the bedroom finally came in through the door from outside: Beatris, Queen of the Ulsro Kingdom.
“Hehe, were you waiting long?”
“You….”
Beatris greeted him with a calm smile.
But the moment Valdes saw her, the words died in his throat.
It was because of the lingerie she was wearing—an outfit so indecent it bordered on vulgar, and depending on one’s taste, outright obscene.
Her usual nightgown was already daring enough. This, however, was on another level entirely.
The upper and lower pieces were sheer, and the center sections had been cut clean away. That meant the most private parts of her body were left shamelessly exposed: both nipples and the lower clitoris, all of it pressing faintly against the translucent fabric in a wickedly sensual way.
Even the other accessories scattered over her body made a man’s blood stir. Fishnet stockings that climbed to her knees, a choker wrapped around her throat, and at the very top of it all, the tiny crown resting on her head.
“...Your outfit’s insane.”
“Do I look good? This is my first time wearing something like this... It’s a little awkward.”
She said that, but there was a sultry smile on her face, and the look in her eyes was that of a female mantis ready to devour the male in front of her. She wouldn’t actually eat him, of course, but Valdes somehow had the uneasy feeling that tonight, too, he was going to be milked dry until dawn.
“What’s with the crown?”
He couldn’t find anywhere else to look, so he ended up staring upward, and that crown still bothered him.
It was a little smaller and the decoration was simpler than the one she normally wore as ruler of Ulsro, but it was unmistakably similar to the crown that marked her as the kingdom’s queen. If someone enlarged it and polished it a bit here and there, it was the sort of thing anyone would believe without question. And now that he thought about it, it seemed like she had been wearing that very crown the first time he’d come to her bedroom as well.
“Oh, this? It’s a crown for a slightly smaller seat.”
And Valdes’s guess had been exactly right.
“I usually just wear the proper, official crown... but”
the pale pink tip of Beatris’s tongue slipped out and licked her lips in a shameless little motion before disappearing again.
“I thought you might like it a little more if I wore this... ♡”
“……”
Valdes didn’t answer.
But inwardly, he was violently agreeing with her. Since their relationship was a secret one, and since the queen’s usual attire involved too many layers and accessories, it was far too cumbersome to wear during sex.
Of course, they could always strip it down to something simpler, but he never said that out loud. Until now, they had always made love in her bedroom while she wore either lingerie or a nightdress. Naturally, they still ended up naked by the end of it, both of them.
Even now, the setting was the queen’s own bedroom, and her outfit was only a little more than scandalous lingerie. Yet the little crown on her head sharpened the forbidden thrill of violating a queen of a nation. It wasn’t as if he lacked the sense that he was bedding Beatris the queen—but every time that crown caught his eye, the stimulation seemed to deepen just a little more.
“Don’t just look at the crown. Look at my body too, husband.”
At her words, Valdes lowered his gaze again.
There was that familiar, well-ripened body of a married woman, a mature figure he never got tired of looking at no matter how many times he saw it. What drew his eye wasn’t simply how indecently exposed she was; rather, it was the exquisite synergy between her body and the outfit she wore.
“Well? How is it?”
“Beautiful. And sexy.”
“Heheh, that’s the best answer I could’ve hoped for.”
The two of them gradually drew closer, until they exchanged a tender kiss that suited neither the atmosphere nor the outfit they were wearing. It felt almost like the first kiss of a young boy and girl.
“Ahh... Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? Really... I’ve waited so, so long....”
“I can tell just by looking at your face.”
Beatris made a little sound of surprise and lifted one hand to her cheek. Her face felt hot enough that he could easily imagine how red it must be. On top of that, the corners of her lips had risen so high she couldn’t seem to control them at all.
“Eep, th-that... p-please forget I just said that.”
“Nope.”
“Y-you really are wicked....”
Their eyes clashed for a brief instant, and then both Valdes and Beatris burst out laughing at the same time. After that, they kissed again. This one was a little deeper than the last, though still not long.
Valdes reached out and grabbed the queen’s breast, settling his hand over the side of the bed beside her.
“Hah, it’s been a while since I’ve felt these huge tits.”
“Did you miss them?”
He looked up at her, wondering what the hell she was talking about now.
“Well, of course, right? The queen and princesses of Bentorino wouldn’t be this big. Same goes for my daughters. Ignoring everything else, I’m pretty damn confident in these breasts.”
“...They really are some hellishly good tits.”
Beatris was only barely smaller than the pregnant Demon Queen at the moment, but that didn’t make her breasts small by any means. Excluding the Demon Queen, they were the biggest he had ever seen. When it came to size, Beatris was one of the only women who could stand toe-to-toe with the Demon Queen herself.
And the feel of them was different too, which gave the experience a freshness all its own even after he’d already fondled and sucked the Demon Queen’s breasts to his heart’s content. The Demon Queen, whose body had been cultivated by a long life of demonic vitality and disciplined training, felt firmer and more perfectly shaped.
Beatris, on the other hand, had a very slight softness to her, and that only made her more alluring as a mature milf. Then there was the fact that her breasts were soft, yielding, and addictively squishable. It was impossible to say which was better; each had its own pleasures, and both were overflowing with advantages.
In any case, Beatris’s breasts were that enormous. Even the other women he thought of as big-breasted—Serenia, for instance—couldn’t begin to challenge that monstrous size, even with their breasts swollen by their periods.
“M-mylky tits...?”
“That’s right, your tits. So obscenely huge it’s hard to believe a proper queen would own them, and your areolas are big too... my very own personal tits.”
“...You’re right. Beatris’s breasts are... your husband’s private tits, aren’t they? ♥”
“Then let me have a taste of my private tits.”
“Mhn, p-please suck them nicely... ♥”
Valdes could no longer hold back and took Beatris’s breast into his mouth. Her tiny nipples were already hard with excitement, making them perfect for sucking.
His fingers tightened around the heavy mound in his hand. The breast he’d taken into his mouth pushed forward a little more, and he opened wider, drawing the rather large areola fully into his mouth in one go.
At first, nothing came out no matter how much he sucked, but the mere presence of Valdes beside her and the mounting excitement in Beatris’s body gradually started the Mark working. As it had once when he was with the three women of that family, sweet, rich milk slowly began to seep out.
“Mm, ngh... haaah....”
Valdes was ruthlessly methodical in his caresses of the queen’s breasts.
He sucked the nipple and drank down the milk, then swirled the milk over his tongue while scraping it across the areola, and then, with a sharp bite of “ah,” he clamped down on the areola and drew the sensitive flesh straight into his mouth. It was the longest, most vicious breast teasing she had suffered so far.
“Hahng, h-husband... p-please don’t just... torment my breasts... ngh!”
Beatris whispered it with a mortified expression, and he responded by sucking even harder.
The queen let out a high, trembling cry. Over her body, which jerked and shuddered, Valdes’s remaining hand slowly slid upward. He took hold of her other breast and kneaded it hard, mercilessly ravaging the pair of ample breasts that more than deserved to be called outrageous.
“Ah, hngh, ahh... husband... hyik! Y-yes, yes... ah, I understand... Beatris’s husband-only tits... please eat your fill... ♥”
Beatris surrendered herself entirely to the breast worship of the man she loved.
Twisting and writhing, she eventually reached out with her fingers, which had been fidgeting restlessly all this time. Her target was the boy’s groin. With skilled hands, she stripped his trousers away and, without the slightest hesitation, wrapped her fingers around his already swollen shaft.
“Mmph....”
“Heheh...”
The queen’s hand moved slowly up and down.
Beatris’s counterattack against Valdes had begun.
Though only for a moment. Under his intensified caresses, she could only move her hand a few times before stopping altogether. Somehow, his tongue had grown far more skilled than before.
“Ah, ugh, hek...! Hu-husband...! Ah, nghh—♥♥”
In the end, Beatris came, her back snapping straight as she kept a tight grip on his shaft.
“Haa, huu, haa....”
Valdes finally pulled away from her breast, his face full of a lazy smile. Even as the queen trembled and sobbed, he didn’t hesitate. His hand immediately reached down toward her lower body.
Beatris only let out soft little moans of “ah, ahn.” She hadn’t gotten help, but at least no one had interrupted them either. Valdes took hold of her half-bunched legs and spread them apart. She was still wearing her underwear, but the center had been cut open, so there didn’t seem to be any need to remove it.
“Hngh... ah, husband....”
Having tasted a proper climax after such a long time, Beatris remained dazed for quite a while. She kept calling to him and moving her body in tiny restless motions, but her focus was clearly off.
“Your breasts were so full you didn’t need any foreplay... or was that not it?”
“...?”
Even in her half-lost state, Beatris tilted her head at the words that brushed past her ear.
It wasn’t as if he were wrong. Her sex was already soaked through, hot and dripping with juices to the point it seemed to steam. She had even carefully groomed the hair there just for today, but before it could properly catch his eye, it was already matted and slick from all the wetness.
She even smelled faintly sweet down there, proof enough for anyone that she was ready for sex. But Valdes had said otherwise, and Beatris couldn’t understand why.
“Looks like I’ll need a little more lubricant....”
“Heh? Wh-what do you me—kyaaah!”
The queen tried to ask him to repeat himself, only to cry out as both of her breasts were seized again. Behind her sharp gasp, Valdes’s voice continued.
“And here I see the perfect lubricant.”
“Th-that isn’t lubricant, that’s my milk... ngh!”
Ignoring Beatris’s flustered protests, Valdes squeezed her abundant breasts dry. Milk that smelled and tasted delicious splashed into his hands in a torrent as he milked her without restraint.
“This’ll do.”
“Hahng, you’re really such a little bastard... ♥”
Only after the fact did Beatris realize what he had been up to, and she offered him a sultry smile.
Valdes chuckled and lowered his head a little more, studying the queen’s cunt in detail. Beneath the tangled blond pubic hair were thick folds of flesh, and when he spread them apart with his milk-wet hand, the wrinkled pink flesh inside the married queen was laid bare.
The sight of that white milk sliding slowly down from above and slipping into her pussy was enough to set a man’s lust ablaze just to look at it. Valdes swallowed hard without even noticing. His cock was throbbing so fiercely it almost hurt, desperate to be shoved into that pretty slit as quickly as possible.
“So... have you picked a name for the third one?”
“Huh?”
“You looked like you were thinking hard about it yesterday.”
“Ah... y-you heard that, huh....”
Beatris lowered her head, shy in a way that was rare for her.
“You think I don’t have good ears? If you’re mumbling before the door’s even closed, of course I’ll hear it.”
“Fair enough.... Haa, I still... haven’t really decided.”
“Really?”
“......Actually, I have a few names picked out.”
“What are they?”
“Michelle, or maybe Margarita... and Martina, too.”
Every one of them began with the same letter. So had the names of the first and second. He wondered whether there was some connection there, but it didn’t seem all that important. What mattered far more was the child’s name. It hadn’t even been born yet, hadn’t even been made yet, but it would still be the first name he gave that child.
After thinking for a moment, Valdes spoke.
“I think Michelle sounds best.”
“All right. Then....”
The queen raised her head again and brought her face close to his ear.
“Hurry and let’s make our Michelle, husband. Please fill my womb with lots and lots of seed, the way a wife who desperately wants your child deserves, and engrave a ten-month contract spell on me, okay? ♥”
“Damn. That’s fucking hot.”
Maybe Mari’s occasional filthy mouth really did run in the family.
Valdes brought the tip of his cock to her shamelessly wet slit, as if answering her plea to put it in already, and drove the enormous thing all the way inside in one swift thrust. The queen’s opening stretched in every direction, and in an instant he filled her completely from within.
Thwup!! Thwup, thwup, thwup!!
Thwup!! Thwup, thwup, thwup!!