Waiting (10)
Squelch, squelch, creak, creak…
Compared with the violent motions Valdes had just been making, this was nothing more than a snail’s pace. He no longer had the strength to drive up from below, so the motion lacked the deep thrusts of when he pinned her down and took her from above. Instead, the air between them turned thick, clingy, and slick with need.
Squish, squish.
“Mmm, ahhh… my nipples… yes, rubbing them feels so good…♥”
Of course, there were limits even to how tightly they could cling to each other.
Beatris’s breasts were simply too large. Her watermelon-sized bust got in the way of their bodies meeting over a broad surface. Even so, as her soft, yielding flesh rubbed against his hard pectorals, Valdes let a satisfied smile slip to his lips.
The queen clung to him and rocked her hips up and down, letting out a stream of moans. Whenever he deliberately snapped his waist and jabbed as if he meant to pierce her womb’s entrance, she would give a shrill little “Eek!” that was embarrassingly cute for someone her age.
“Want to keep going without pulling out today?”
“Hmph, ahh… th-that’s no good….”
“Why not?”
“Because… I want to drink it after.”
“……”
“Mmm… my husband’s cock milk…♥”
Valdes decided that if he came again, he would pull out of her cunt and go straight to her mouth. Beatris’s face was simply too obscene. The look of lust on her features stirred in him the urge to torment her even more.
“Haaah…!”
As she lifted her body and squeezed her legs tighter around him, Valdes caught sight of her armpit. Unlike the lower part of her body, which she’d only tidied well enough to keep from being embarrassing, the hair under her arm had been removed so thoroughly that not a single strand remained.
In truth, most noblewomen shaved their armpits. Many dress designs left that area visible if one wasn’t careful, and keeping up with it regularly was much cleaner and more convenient than shaving it every time. Half-grown stubble was prickly, too.
At any rate, aside from the beads of sweat gathering there, her armpit was smooth and soft. Waiting for the moment when she lifted herself highest, Valdes stretched his mouth toward it.
“Kyah! Ah, ngh—what are you, ahh, do-doing…!”
“Nothing. It just looks tasty.”
“Ah, nnh…!?”
As Valdes pressed his lips to the soft fold of flesh between her armpit and the rest of her body, Beatris let out a scream so shy and flustered that she sounded like a virgin.
It made sense. Valdes had never really been the type to pay much attention to armpits. He was a man, after all; without even thinking about it, he had his own favorite places and the places he rarely bothered with. Recently, though, he’d found himself paying attention to things like Ethylene’s erogenous points, or Mercede’s temptations after sparring.
“Mwah. Mwah. Slurp. ...Hmm, I see. Since you’re mother and daughter, the taste here is pretty similar, too.”
“Eek, ngh! Haaah! W-what do you mean by that… ngh!”
“I’ve licked Mercede’s, too. Slurp.”
“Hhhhnn…!!”
By then, Beatris’s legs had gone weak, and she was already half-collapsed, taking his cock deep inside her. But Valdes still tilted his head to the side and kept sucking and licking at her armpit, even if it was a little awkward. Despite being touched in such an unfamiliar place, the queen’s reactions were deliciously sensitive.
But for the woman herself, it was pure hell.
“I-I got it…! I said I got it, s-so stop…! P-please…!”
Yet the more violently she tried to refuse, the more it seemed to stir Valdes’s mischievous streak.
“It’s fine. Mwah. Your smell is only lewd, and…”
“Hah! N-no, that’s not the issue… hic!”
It wasn’t a lie meant to reassure Beatris.
Her armpit really didn’t smell sweaty or rank at all. Instead, it carried a fragrant, masculine-teasing pheromone. The taste was a little sour, but at the same time faintly nutty and salty.
“And licking here seems to make your grip even better, too.”
“……”
Beatris’s face turned scarlet.
She couldn’t say a word.
It was true. The shameful things Valdes was doing had tensed every muscle in her body. Naturally, the vagina holding his cock inside it had clenched even harder, squeezing his length with relentless force. And hearing him say it out loud only made her more embarrassed, which in turn made her clamp down even tighter below.
“Ugh. ...Haa….”
“Haa, hmm… You’re really a cruel man….”
“That face of yours right now is honestly adorable.”
“...You’re such a perverted husband.”
They both burst out laughing at the same time.
By the time their laughter faded, they were kissing. Their lips overlapped, their tongues tangled, and their saliva mixed. They turned the sticky, dried warmth that had fermented in each other’s mouths into something moist and abundant.
Not long after the kiss began, Valdes’s hands moved. He seized Beatris’s soft, ample ass with both hands, the curves pressing heavily onto his thighs. His cock thrust upward so hard it seemed ready to lift her slightly, jabbing deep enough to pound directly at her womb’s entrance. It was, quite literally, buried to the root.
The queen shuddered once from the close, pounding penetration that made her insides echo.
“Hoo, I can’t hold back anymore. I’m moving now.”
“Y-yes… hahn♥ Please, thrust your cock into me….”
With Beatris’s desperate expression and breathless moans as his reward, Valdes began to move his hips in earnest.
Creak, creak, creak, creak…!
“Ngh, nnnh…! Haaah! Ah, ahhh…!!”
The cries spilling from her lips only grew louder. Even if he was sitting on the bed, holding a woman in his arms and driving upward into her, there was no comparison between his movements and the queen’s. His was stronger, faster, more relentless.
Even she, herself, didn’t know everything about her own body. At least when it came to her erogenous zones and her cunt, Valdes knew her body far better than she did. With his talent for striking only the weak points and driving in without restraint, Beatris felt as though her soul might be torn right out of her.
“Haa, haaahn, ngh…! I-it feels too, too good…♥ Hmng!”
With a face that had turned feminine and needy again, the queen kissed Valdes.
Smack, smack. Mmm, slurp, slurp. Hahng, mnh, mwah, smack, sluurp….
Beatris loosened the arm that had been around him, grabbed his face, and began licking over every inch of it, not just his lips. Her wanton tongue, slick with saliva, brushed his chin, glided across his cheek, and then sucked at his neck.
And all the while, even as she licked his body like a pet, Valdes never stopped grabbing her ass and shaking it hard. She, too, even while kissing him, moved her hips with practiced ease and helped drive herself onto his thrusts.
Squish-squish, suck-suck, slap-slap!
“Haa, hau, heeek—♥”
Though the position was awkward for rough sex, the man and woman had become two beasts, devouring each other with even greater hunger. Lips, tongues, breasts, body heat, scent, skin, and sex.
Beatris’s cunt clung to his cock with a stubborn, delightfully greedy refusal to let it go. His shaft, for its part, seemed dissatisfied with having come just once, swelling further inside her folds and rubbing relentlessly against every clinging ridge.
“Haa, hiii…! Haaah♥ H-haa! Husband! I’m cumming—!!”
Beatris, now fully a female beast and gasping in pleasure, latched onto his cock like a madwoman.
As she climaxed and clenched down even harder, the sensation of her ass slapping against him drove Valdes to empty himself deep inside her again.
“Haa! ...Ngh!”
Pop! Pop! Paaah!! ...Gulp, psshshsh! Fshh, fshh, fshh…!
Defying gravity, semen burst in a hard stream from the head of his cock, which was plastered tightly against her womb’s entrance. Like a fountain shooting water upward, the semen surged into the deepest part of her uterus, struck the rounded walls, and then trickled down, filling her from the inside.
“Haa, hahng…! Your semen is coming in…♥ Our third child’s future nursery is getting flooded with it, with your semen…♥♥”
The first time she climaxed, Beatris had clung to him tightly. This time, she arched her back and trembled violently, overwhelmed by a dizzying pleasure that seemed to strike the very crown of her head.
“Haa, haa, haa…♥”
“Phew, I think I’m already getting tired….”
When the long, lingering ejaculation finally ended, his cock had already shrunk a little, just as he’d said he was getting tired. The gap that opened from that allowed the huge amount of semen left over from the two spurts to leak out between her lips with a wet, squelching sound.
Beatris, still panting from the aftershock of climax, steadied her breathing and slowly brought her body forward again to look at Valdes. Whether it was because of what he’d said or because of the pleasure she’d just tasted, tears were beading in her eyes.
“Haa, do you want to rest a little…?”
“...How?”
“Your cunt has done its best until now, but…”
The queen loosened the legs wrapped around his waist and eased back a little. Then she lifted both arms and pulled at the corners of her mouth, opening her lips wide.
“My mouth-pussy’s… rested a lot already…♥”
At that filthy whisper, Valdes couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He grabbed Beatris by the head and dragged her straight down to the space between his legs.
“Hup♥”
After that, the sticky sounds of her eagerly sucking his cock echoed all through the bedroom.
“...Using such deeds as his merit, I hereby appoint Valdes, a squire of the Pedro Knights, as a knight.”
As the queen’s words came to an end, a thunderous cheer exploded across the great plaza.
“Woooaaah!!”
Using the roar of the crowd as his backdrop, Valdes rose to his feet. The cheering was a little premature. Even so, Beatris didn’t lose her smile and personally pinned the knightly insignia to the chest of the young knight standing before her.
The cheers only grew louder, and Valdes turned to face the crowd. Even drowned beneath the cries of tens of thousands, his calm voice rose as he offered his thanks, and thus the merit ceremony that had lasted nearly half a day finally came to an end. Quite a few people were probably shouting simply because they were glad it was over.
Under the soldiers’ guidance, the crowd dispersed.
Having just stepped down from the platform, Valdes let out a silent sigh when he saw the people of the Pedro Knights coming toward him.
Being formally appointed as a knight was fine, but the schedule was too tight.
An investiture ceremony only three days after arriving in the capital.
If it had been any other time, he wouldn’t have been tired at all. But after back-to-back impregnation sex on the first and second days, his body now felt utterly worn out. He was mentally tired, too, and if he’d been able to, he would have loved nothing more than to leave everyone behind and go back to his room to sleep. But if he wanted to keep playing the role of the righteous, dutiful half-blood knight, he couldn’t do that.
Two nights of running around until dawn, and then an entire day of rehearsal for the event on the third day. Even if most of it was already prepared, they’re really overdoing it.
In truth, he wasn’t entirely without fault himself.
Everyone else had begun preparations the very next day after arriving. But because he’d been with Serenia and Beatris, he’d had to cram his practice into the limited time he had. He had plenty to do as one of the stars of this event, and failing to check the schedule in advance had been his mistake.
“Haha, it was settled anyway, but congratulations all the same!”
“So now it’s really Sir Valdes, huh!”
“Congratulations, Mas—no, Sir Valdes!”
“Ooooh~ The hero of the Ventorino Kingdom!”
“Thank you, everyone.”
Some people treated him warmly because they were drawn to the personality he’d shown them. Others were trying to curry favor with him, since he’d won the affection of the royal family and Serenia. There were all kinds of knights and squires among those who approached, but Valdes never let the smile leave his face as he thanked each and every one of them.
“By the way, I heard there’s nothing else on the schedule. Is there anywhere we could go for a bit…?”
“Hey, idiot!”
“Huh? Why’d you—gasp!! C-Commander!”
A knight who had been about to offer Valdes some wine turned at his companion’s warning, only to nearly jump out of his skin when he spotted Serenia and hurriedly step back.
“You may excuse us.”
Some members of the Pedro Knights had participated in the delegation, and all of them had attended the ceremony. Naturally, their commander—a high-ranking noble—would not be absent. The moment Serenia appeared, the other knights began to edge backward, then one by one slipped away.
Serenia wasn’t especially strict, but even so, no one was stupid enough to linger and try to steal a chance when she had come all the way here to see the disciple she cherished. Ethylene also withdrew with a wistful expression, planning to wait for the next opportunity, and the three members of the royal family had already returned to the castle long ago.
“So you’ve finally become a knight.”
“‘Finally’ makes it sound like it took ages, but it’s only been a few months, Teacher.”
“Heh-heh…♡”
At the boy’s choice to call her Teacher instead of Commander, Serenia let out an unmistakably sultry laugh. If anyone had been nearby, they would have been shocked, but everyone had already scattered with startling speed, leaving only the two of them.
In private, she was his lover and swordsmanship teacher. To the world, she was his senior. And publicly, she was his superior.
Serenia had always felt awkward about this subtle gap between them, but by now she’d become quite used to it. In fact, lately she had been trying to use that ambiguity in all sorts of provocative ways. Just like now.
“As a celebration of your becoming a proper knight, this teacher has something she’d like to give her disciple… Will you follow me to my office?”
“Hmm, and is that really meant for me?”
“Of course it is. It’s very good for the body, you know♡”
Valdes looked at his orange-haired teacher, who still hadn’t learned to rein in her sex drive despite the fact that her inspiration had never materialized, and said,
“I’m taking a vacation for a while.”
“...What?”
“I’ve got somewhere to go. I need to meet a certain mage.”