Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Ulstro Kingdom - The Women Falling (11)
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And night fell once more, drawing him back to the queen's bedroom.
Beatrice hadn't summoned him. But he boldly approached one of her personal maids and requested an audience with the queen. She hesitated for a moment before replying that she'd ask.
And, as expected, the queen granted him entry to her chambers.
"A-At this late hour... w-what do you want...?"
Beatrice wasn't sitting on the bed like last time.
Sheer sky-blue negligee and her hair braided down her back. The outfit was just as relaxed—bordering on seductive—as before, but tonight she stood on the floor instead of the bed. Her long, slender legs were fully visible, along with the panties peeking through the translucent fabric.
Her face was tinged with faint fear and anger, her body trembling as a reaction. Her sharp tone only amplified the sense that she was on guard against him. Anyone could see it.
"What do I want? Does it need a reason?"
"I-I'm the queen of this nation, and possibly your future mother-in-law. Sh-Show some respect."
Valdes let out a smirk.
He knew exactly what she wanted, but he had no intention of playing along. For now, it was more important to pressure her from all angles and secure her total submission rather than indulge her whims.
He strolled toward her with deliberate footsteps. She hesitated but held her ground without stepping back.
"Beatrice."
"N-Not my name, the qu—"
Valdes's hand slipped into the queen's panties.
Squelch.
"Haahn♥"
"Save that talk."
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Haa, ah, ngh... haaht...♥"
"For when your pussy juices aren't gushing like this."
His index and middle fingers roughly probed inside her hole. Beatrice's folds had already been leaking steadily before he even touched her.
Her panties were soaked and discolored, the slickness even trailing down her thighs. It had been less than five minutes since he'd requested the audience—no way she'd gotten this wet from self-pleasure or sheer perversion alone.
"Beth."
"Y-Yes, nyet!"
At his call, the queen clasped her hands to her chest and responded.
"Who am I?"
"V-Valdes... You're my subordinate, and my... prospective son-in-law..."
"And?"
"My... my... owner...♡"
Beatrice's face transformed in an instant—from wary queen to a woman craving a man's touch.
"Right. And who are you?"
"Nghut♡ ...I-I'm the Queen of Ulstro, mother to two daughters... haa♡ Your mother-in-law, and... your son-in-law's exclusive cocksleeve♥"
"Good girl. But you tried playing games with your owner?"
His sharp gaze made her lips quiver. She started to make an excuse, then thought better of it. Getting called out was one thing, but her instincts screamed that excuses would only make it worse.
"S-Sorry... I-I thought you'd like it..."
Even as he kept fingering her hole, she grabbed his other hand and pulled it to her chest in apology. His hand vanished between her ample breasts. The intent was obvious: use these irresistible tits to soothe his anger.
Valdes decided to let it slide. He wasn't truly furious, so no need to crush her spirit over this. He had plenty of leverage anyway.
"Fine. I'll let it go this time."
"Ah... th-thank you♡"
"But if you pull that again..."
"Y-Yes♡"
Beatrice beamed brightly, her reply perky and vibrant.
Something felt off to him. He just wasn't used to it yet. Her queenly demeanor still struck him as strange—he was more accustomed to the princess who'd trailed after him back in the day.
Valdes sat on the edge of the bed and patted the space between his legs.
"Sit."
Beatrice understood immediately and awkwardly lowered her ass there. The queen was about Marie's size, so even with Valdes's larger build, it wasn't much of a squeeze. Still, sitting flush against his back let her feel the writhing cock behind her hips.
"Nnh...♥"
The hot, rigid slab of meat only heightened her arousal.
"Stay still. Don't move."
"Hngt, ah, y-yes..."
Telling her not to move with that monstrous thing pressing against her from behind felt cruel.
Valdes leisurely admired her back. During last night's doggy style, he'd been too focused on pounding her to really savor the view.
Snow-white nape, delicate shoulders, surprisingly lean back. Overall, she resembled Marie but seemed a touch slimmer. And yet her breasts were overwhelmingly huge—had to be magic at work, right?
He trailed a finger lightly from the base of her neck down her spine.
"Eut...! Hngh...♥"
"So sensitive. Turned on already?"
"Ah, th-that's... b-because you're touching me... son-in-law..."
Seems like "son-in-law" was her fixed term for him now. He liked it. Plenty would call him "master" anyway, but "son-in-law" had a unique ring. The mutual taboo thrill was nice.
"Not because Beth's a pervert?"
As he gently stroked her waist with his palm, the queen shuddered.
"Haa, only... for you, son-in-law... I'm a pervert...♥"
"Yeah, as my exclusive cocksleeve, you better be."
He slipped his hand under her armpit to softly cup her jiggling breasts. Even through the negligee, the fabric felt amazing against her skin.
Knead, knead.
"Nngh, hngh, haaa...♥"
After a few kneads, he teased her nipples with his index and middle fingers. A light scrape, a pinch and press, a tickle at the tip. Her already stiff peaks hardened and swelled even more under his torment.
"Pfft. These tits are something else."
"Hngh, th-thank you."
"How'd it feel waking up this morning?"
Mentioning the traces of their fuckfest made her body twitch.
"Y-Yesterday... you went too hard."
"So?"
"...Huh?"
"Shouldn't you be grateful your son-in-law used his exclusive cocksleeve? Do I have to clean you up too?"
"Y-...You're right..."
"Then you need punishment?"
Before she could reply, Valdes clamped her nipple hard.
"Ahaaaang!!"
A scream burst from the unguarded queen. At the same time, a gush from her pussy soaked the floor.
"...Hngt♥ Haa, haa..."
"Oops. Your maids have a mess to clean tomorrow too."
"Haht, i-it's fine... They're my maids. ...Hngh, and they're trustworthy ones, haa...♥"
"Think they won't gossip inside? 'The slutty queen fucking around with her prospective son-in-law—a half-demon commoner pervert.'"
Of course, that wouldn't happen.
These were her personally appointed maids, chosen with her paranoia and caution. Knowing Beatrice, they'd either been blackmailed with scandals or were fanatically loyal nobles' daughters.
They might whisper among themselves, but they'd never leak it outside or badmouth her openly. Plus, they didn't even know he was Mercedes's prospective son-in-law.
"Hng, hngh... I-I'm fine♥ As long as I have my son-in-law... haang♥"
"Damn, our mother-in-law's a total perv, huh?"
Through her long golden hair draping her shoulders, he glimpsed her flushed ears.
This woman getting embarrassed was kinda funny. Whether from the "perv" jab or the nonstop breast play, it humanized her somehow.
Even if her marriage was political and messy, she'd indirectly wiped out her husband's family, then helped scheme against the man she truly loved until he died. And now here she was, losing her mind over one fuck after hearing "mother-in-law." Hilarious.
"What if Mercy finds out?"
"W-What?!"
"What then if she catches us? Say I seduced you? Or that Mom's a horny slut who tempted her son-in-law?"
"......"
Beatrice fell silent. Valdes couldn't see it, but her eyes shook wildly. She'd never even considered getting caught.
"I-I'll say... Mom's a pervert, a slutty queen... who seduced her son-in-law..."
"You'll say that? Sounds made-up. You came onto me first—with these huge tits!"
"Ahaang!! Ah, ngh, hnghut♥"
The queen's high-pitched moan echoed through the room.
"Huh? Just groping my cock and cumming from a pussy rub. Like this?"
His left hand, roughly kneading her breasts, slid downward. Past her navel, between her slightly parted thighs, stroking her panty-clad mound.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Her swollen clit peeked through her slit despite unspread lips. Rubbing it slowly filled the room with louder moans.
"Haht! Ah, ahaang♥ Hng, hnghut...! Aa, aaaht... Het! S-Sorryyy...!"
"Sorry fixes it? Teasing your son-in-law with these horny tits and soaked cunt! Blaming me! Sorry fixes everything?"
His hands on her tits and pussy grew rougher, thicker with intent. Waves of intense pleasure crashed over Beatrice; she writhed in his arms, wailing lewdly.
"Haaat! Aa, haang♥ Sorry! Hngt! For teasing my son-in-law like a perverted queen! Hit, s-son-in-law's fault♥ Blaming your cock, heut! S-Sorrryyy─♥"
Tears welled as she moaned in ecstasy. Valdes pinned her tight and gave her clit a pinching twist.
"NghaAAAt!! Ah, ahhnguuut...♥ Ng, ngheeeek... Heut, heguk...♥♥"
Like electrocuted by lightning magic, the queen convulsed, bucking her hips.
One fuck couldn't make her used to this pleasure. Under his charm-infused caresses, Beatrice mewled shrilly, drowning in bliss.
But more shocks awaited the dazed queen staring blankly ahead.
"Snap out of it?"
"Heeek♡ Heguk...♥ S-Sorry..."
"You've been apologizing nonstop, but no sincerity."
"Sorry, sorry, hngt...♥"
Valdes pulled from her clit and snapped his wrist against her pussy.
Slap!
"Kyahaat! Ah, ahaang...♥"
"Cumming from pussy slaps too. How to punish you properly?"
"Hngt... Ah, hek, p-punish, punish meee♥"
"Focus. Or I'll leave and never come back."
Most effective words yet. Her eyes sharpened instantly, trembling now from fear.
"Ah, ah, s-sorry. D-Don't abandon me."
"Don't worry. Won't toss you away. You're my son-in-law's exclusive cocksleeve."
"Ah..."
Her quivering voice regained its spark.
But it wouldn't last.
"But Beth's exclusive to her son-in-law, right?"
"Y-Yes. That's right."
"But you have two daughters? So two sons-in-law?"
"......Sons-in-law are, obviously..."
"Obviously?"
"One... yes..."
"So Marie's mine too?"
"Y-Yes. ...R-Right...♥"
"If the queen's a cocksleeve, her two daughters can be too, yeah?"
"...Hng, y-yeshe...♥ All, all yours, your cocksleeves...♥"
"Then this kingdom's mine?"
"Yes, all yours♥ We'll mother-daughter threesome as your cocksleeves♥"
She hesitated briefly but ultimately offered her nation and daughters as if it were natural. Her heart brimmed with love for Pedro—for Valdes. She'd give anything for him.
Valdes exploited that devotion with another lie.
"Damn, swallowing a kingdom we couldn't take after over ten years of war, just like that."
"......Huh?"
"Handing over the nation so many died defending."
"Huh? Huh? W-What...?"
"I'm actually a demon spy."
".........Huh?"
"The Demon Prince, even. Demon King's son. Our Beth sold out her country for cock."
"......"
The bombshell left Beatrice speechless, frozen. Her mind rejected it.
It didn't add up if he wasn't Pedro. But a demon spy? The Demon King's son?
"Kukuku. Surprised? 'Cause I look like your first love?"
"......?!"
"Obviously. ...My father's the Demon King's husband... Hero Pedro."
"......Huh?"
"Feels good panting for your first love's son's cock, doesn't it?"