Waiting (9)
Splut!! Splut, splut-splut-splut!! Splip!!
"Nn, nnngh, h-hahaah…!! Ah, uh, h-hahh—!! Hah, h-heehk…!!"
The taste of a man’s cock, after more than a month without it.
Beatris cried out obscenely as a delirious wave of pleasure surged up from deep inside her. Yet she never once thought it was too much. What she felt after all that time was so overwhelming it seemed ready to shake her apart from the inside out.
Valdes stopped the moment the head of his cock pressed against her entrance. There was no need to rush; she needed a little time to catch her breath. Beatris kept her back pressed hard against the bed, trembling all over before gradually settling down.
"Haah, haah… h-hehhe…♥"
"You like tasting my cock again after so long?"
"I do, I do… Hehk, I love your cock so much, husband♥ More than fingers, more than toys… even more than my ex-husband…♥"
Valdes, who had been smiling at the queen’s whisper, twitched at the last word. He wasn’t jealous, and he wasn’t angry. If anything, he was simply puzzled.
Beatris, whom he’d assumed no longer mattered enough for such things, had brought up her ex-husband. And not with the usual dismissive label of “that man” or “that bastard,” either. It didn’t even seem like she was trying to provoke jealousy.
"Hhhn, ahh…."
Unaware of his thoughts, Beatris kept shuddering with pleasure and continued what she had to say.
"I-I mean… I really was looking forward to this…."
"…?"
He had heard something like this before. Back when she had revealed the truth to him, and said she was happy to be bound to the person she truly loved. But now, the nuance felt slightly different.
"Do you remember when I first confessed to you?"
"…Of course."
"Back then, I already had Mari. And when we first met…."
"It was before you were pregnant."
That was only natural. Pedro had met Beatris not long after becoming a hero. When word spread that a hero from their own kingdom had appeared, Beatris—then a princess—had hurried to the papal capital, and fallen for him at first sight.
Beatris grabbed Valdes’s hand, which was squeezing her breast firmly. She fidgeted, pressing her chest into his palm until their hands were locked together, fingers interlaced. Warmth seeped through their joined hands, and the queen smiled brightly.
"The war got worse and worse. So my father and the nobles all wanted me to bear a son, just in case something happened. What came out again was a daughter, though, hehe."
"……."
"Anyway, because of that, I had to endure another unwanted night in bed. A mage cast a pregnancy spell on me, in my own bedroom, with that pathetic, disgusting excuse for a man…."
Every time she said it, Valdes’s brow furrowed.
Maybe things had been different in the past, but now Beatris was his woman. He had no reason to enjoy hearing her talk about her ex-husband, especially about the night they’d shared a bed. The queen caught on and gave a slight, pleading squeeze of her cunt, as if asking him to bear with her just a little longer.
"Haah… do you know what I was thinking then?"
"…Don’t tell me…."
"Yes, exactly. I was imagining it was you… imagining I was with my husband. I desperately wanted the man pounding his hips over me to be the hero, not that bastard."
"……."
"But reality didn’t change. If anything, it only made me feel worse. So the moment that bastard came, I got out."
Valdes understood exactly what she was trying to say. But he didn’t cut in and tell her to hurry up. Right now, he wanted Beatris to let out the knot she’d carried in her chest and truly be happy.
"But now, like this… I’m your woman, and we’ve joined bodies so many times. That alone made me happy. And now there’s a chance to go one step beyond that—to have your child… our pregnancy sex…♥"
Their eyes met.
Valdes could read Beatris’s gaze at once. It was the look of a female burning with lust, filled to the brim with the intention of conceiving soon, sent toward the male she loved. A seductive look.
In an instant, his hips drew back and then slammed into her womb again. It was a brutal, passionate piston stroke from the very start. The man’s cock pounded into the woman’s cunt over and over, ravaging her without mercy.
"Haaah…!! H-hek! Haah, ah, h-hnngh!!"
With excitement and pleasure ruling her mind, Beatris thought to herself.
The ex-husband she had just mentioned, and Valdes, were both violent men. Men who shook their hips like beasts, driven by nothing but the urge to release their lust. But if you looked closely, they were worlds apart.
"Haah, ahh!! Ah, really, really good…♥ Husband♥ I love you, husband♥"
Before she knew it, tears had begun to glimmer at the corners of the queen’s eyes. And as her delight swelled, her cunt clamped around his cock with tremendous force.
Soft, hot, and tender as it wrapped around his shaft in all its lush fullness, her pussy might have belonged to a young virgin tonight. In some places it felt like Mercede, the eldest daughter; in others, like Mari, the youngest; and sometimes, amusingly enough, even like Serenia. It was the shamelessly lewd cunt of an older woman who happened to be a queen.
Splut, splut, splut!! Sluck, sluck, sluck!!
"Hnngh, ngh, ugh, hic…!! Please, husband, please get this queen pregnant with your cock…!! Ah, haah, hngh, hheehk, heh…♥"
It really was a devilish cunt.
It was something he had always suspected, but today especially it went far beyond the usual.
The moment he pulled his hips back, her pussy lunged for his cock and clamped down as if to say, Where do you think you’re going? And when he drove forward again, it pressed and squeezed, trying to milk him dry. Each time he rammed deep enough to strike her womb, he could feel her entire feminine core shivering in bliss.
Valdes had no choice but to revise the thought he’d had just last night. Of all his women, the one who wanted a child most was still the Demon Queen, but after that, Serenia and Beatris were probably neck and neck. That was how ferocious her cunt’s ability to draw out seed really was.
"Hic!! Haaah, more, more, more…!! Keep pounding me, husband…!! Ram your cock into this filthy cunt of mine as hard as you want♥ Make sure I never, ever forget it—!!"
"Of course you can’t forget it!! Who said I’d let you forget, or let you go?! You’re mine, Beatris!! Forever!! I’ll brand your cunt so deeply you’ll never be able to forget it!!"
Valdes drove his hips faster and faster, to the point where Beatris looked as though she might faint. His cock, relentlessly hammering her cunt, now took on even greater force as he thoroughly conquered the queen. And yet she only continued screaming happily, as if she were dying of joy.
"Haaah—!! Cock, cock feels so good…♥ Husband’s cock is inside my pussy, gushing and gushing…♥"
Beatris’s words grew ever sluttier, ever more vulgar.
Valdes liked that even more.
Before others, Beatris was Ulsro’s queen, an endlessly noble and dignified woman. But beneath him now, she was nothing more than an indecent little female in heat.
Above her head hung a crown, glittering in the lamplight. It was a reminder that the female he was stuffing again and again was the queen of this nation. And every time he thrust into her cunt, his arousal only climbed higher.
The filthy spectacle of a beautiful married queen.
It was the ultimate luxury, one only he could ever see.
"Hek, hngh, hn, h-hahaah…!!"
The two of them continued fucking like that. Beatris, who had been spouting lewd words between her moans for quite some time, eventually lost the ability to think at all and could only gasp in pleasure. The pair were so absorbed in devouring each other’s bodies that they were no different from rutting beasts.
Even so, the end was slowly approaching for both of them.
"Haaah, haah, h-huhn… h-heek, he-gk… huff…!!"
"Huu, huu…!! Ah, damn it, I’m gonna… cum…!!"
"H-hehehk… Please, please cum inside me… into Bess’s womb…!! Please carve the baby-making magic circle inside me—♥"
Beatris cried out as she clung tightly to him.
Fwoooosh!! Phshsh! Phssht, phsshrk… phut, phubt… phurrrk… burrrk, bbt…!
Fresh, hot seed—probably made only hours ago—surged into Beatris’s womb. It might not have existed for long, but the quantity was enough to fill half of it.
"Haa, hnngh… hhaaa…♥ Semen… it’s going in… Your pregnancy magic…♥"
Even as his climax kept coming, the queen never let go of the boy. If anything, she held on tighter. Arms and cunt alike, she clung to him, squeezing and urging him on as though demanding he hurry up and drain himself already, and Valdes’s cock kept pouring out more and more seed.
"Huu… huah…."
With his stamina badly shaken, Valdes let out a long breath.
The night was still far from over, yet he’d already pushed himself well past his limit. He didn’t regret it, of course. And he wasn’t about to fall asleep from being this tired, either.
He had spent himself to the bone and stayed up all night yesterday too, but he had still lain around sleeping until around noon. On top of that, the dinner he’d shared with Beatris had been full of dishes that were good for stamina and virility, and just to be safe, he had even taken a potion before coming here.
Even if they took breaks now and then, he didn’t feel like he’d run out of energy any time soon.
The one he was worried about was Beatris. Unlike Serenia, the Sword Master, she was a plain royal with no swordsmanship and no magic training. However much stronger her stamina was than that of an ordinary person, she was still nowhere near a trained warrior.
"Haah, are you okay?"
"I-I’m… fine… ngh! Ah, I’m, I’m okay…."
"……."
She looked anything but okay.
She was holding him so tightly that her arms had gone a little pale.
Valdes stroked her back and soothed her.
As the hot weight of his body heat seeped through her sweat-soaked skin, Beatris steadied her breathing.
"Hnngh, hhaa…. I-I’m really fine… more than that…."
"Hm?"
"Am I… pregnant…?"
It felt a little excessive to expect pregnancy from the very first climax, but he decided to check anyway. It was possible to fake it without using magic, after all, though there was always a chance something unexpected had happened. And, bizarrely enough, that impossible chance had in fact become real.
"……."
"Husband?"
"You’re… pregnant…."
"Ah… aah…!"
At the wonderful news he gave her, Beatris let out a shriek of delight. She was so happy she could barely form words, only crying out over and over with an incoherent, “Aaah!” Valdes frowned slightly at the shrill noise right in his ear, but he didn’t say anything to her.
So it really was that easy….
He felt a little dazed.
Unlike Serenia, who had been in her danger period, Beatris wasn’t. That meant he had to force ovulation through her Mark. He had stimulated her in advance during dinner just in case, but even so, he hadn’t expected it to happen this fast, not even a little.
"That much? You wanted a child that badly?"
"Thank you, husban— wait. What did you say?"
"Mm. Nothing."
Beatris, thanking him as though she were thanking the goddess instead, looked up in confusion.
Valdes smiled and said it was nothing, then spread both arms wide and pulled her into an embrace.
"Hn, hhhng…♥"
"Happy?"
"Yes, I’m so happy♥ Our child, Michel… he’s inside me right now…♥"
"Don’t start celebrating yet."
"Huh? What?"
"The night’s still long."
"…♥"
They had set aside the whole night for conceiving a child.
But she had succeeded on the first try. So what was left to do with the rest of the time?
No one had to ask that question twice.
The night was long, and their stamina still had room to spare.
Beatris was panting from the pleasure she hadn’t felt in so long, but she hadn’t actually used nearly as much energy as she’d expected. That was probably because she was lying on the bed while Valdes did all the hard work above her, rocking his hips with relentless vigor. No matter how rhythmically she snapped her hips up from below or clenched around him, it wasn’t the kind of thing that would drain her much.
"Husband…♥"
"Yeah."
"Please keep stabbing your cock into Bess’s pregnant cunt until I pass out…♥"
"I’m going to keep going even if you do pass out."
"I love that…♥"
Valdes pulled her into his arms and leaned back.
Beatris ended up seated on his lap on the bed, facing him, her legs folded in a half-lotus around his. Their arms wrapped tightly around each other, they shared their feelings through their eyes and then crashed their mouths together in a rough, hungry kiss.
"Mmmph♥ Mwah. Lick, lick, lick… slrrrp… smooch, smooch, smooch♥"
Valdes and Beatris both devoured each other’s lips without restraint. They sucked greedily at one another’s mouths, nipping the tongue that met theirs before sucking again, slurping up the saliva that slid between them and licking their lips once more.
Lewd, filthy sounds filled the bedroom.
"Huh, hnh, h-heheek…♥"
Unable to resist the desire surging through her whole body, Beatris was the first to act.
Still clinging to Valdes, she bent her knees awkwardly and shifted the leg she had set on the bed, then slowly wound it around his waist. With all four limbs engaged in holding him tight, the queen squeezed him as hard as she could and began to move her hips.