Ulsro Kingdom - Tidying Up and Preparing (6)
"To think you'd choose me on a day like today... Hehe, I'm so happy."
Beatris smiled shyly at Valdes's visit.
According to the secret plan she was carrying out with the princess sisters, he had originally intended to spend his last night in the capital before leaving for Bentorino in Beatris's bedroom. The queen, who knew nothing of that, was simply delighted by the appearance of the man she loved.
"Choose you? I slept at Serenia's mansion last night."
He gave a casual shrug and kept his expression as indifferent as possible, making no intention of getting caught before Mercedes and Mari arrived.
"And yet you're here anyway. What about Merci and Mari?"
"You're not even bringing up the other three?"
"Hehe. Well... in this place, aside from Serenia, they're the only rivals I have."
Beatris pushed her trembling breasts forward through the thin white negligee.
He didn't deny the queen's words. They weren't wrong. She had every reason to be confident. Beatris and Serenia were among the few women he had indulged, along with the daughters, and along with them, he had built up many relationships.
"It'll be a farewell for a while."
Climbing onto the bed with Valdes, she couldn't hide her regret.
"You're sad?"
"Oh, of course. How could I not be sad to be parted from you, husband?"
Husband.
That was what Beatris called him in private. Wanting a special way to address him just like everyone else, she'd spent several nights thinking it over before finally deciding to call Valdes her husband.
He didn't particularly mind whether the titles overlapped or not, but he had never been called husband before, so it felt pleasantly novel.
"I'll do something a little special today so you won't even have time to feel sad."
"Something... special?"
"I'm going to carve the proof that you belong to me into your body."
At his words, the queen's eyes widened, and delight began to flood them.
She knew exactly what he meant.
Not long ago, during a morning meeting with Serenia and her two daughters, the subject of the Stigma had come up while they were talking about Valdes. She hadn't shown it at the time, but Beatris had been shocked to learn that she alone still didn't have one. So shocked, in fact, that she had hidden the fact that she lacked a Stigma at all.
She had felt left out, and she'd worried that perhaps Valdes was harboring other thoughts. He had said he would forgive her, but she had still feared that this might be the groundwork for an even greater despair.
And just when she had still been too embarrassed to ask him for one, he brought it up himself; she could hardly contain her joy.
"Ah, y-you mean... you're going to brand me with a Stigma...?"
"Yeah. But I'm not just going to do it for nothing."
"I-It's fine! If you'll just carve it on me, I'll do anything, anything at all!"
Even setting aside all the effects of the Stigma spell, there was the symbolism alone of being Valdes's woman. And since she was the only woman in Ulsro still without a Stigma, it was only natural that she would throw herself at him like this.
"Anything, huh?"
"Huh? Ngh! ...Of course."
At the knowing smile he gave her, she hesitated for a split second, but she'd already endured more than enough embarrassing, miserable experiences before he'd revealed his secret. Her shallow common sense convinced her that, short of being abandoned by him, there was no way this could be worse than what she'd already gone through.
"Really? Then first..."
The boy pulled out a crystal sphere he had secretly brought with him.
"What's that...?"
Despite its name, the crystal sphere wasn't made entirely out of crystal. It was created by mixing in mana stones and several other materials with high mana compatibility. Once made, such a sphere could be enchanted with all kinds of magic and used as a convenient magical tool.
It could be used for long-distance communication, to amplify spell power, or...
"I'm going to record a video."
"R-record it?"
At the word recording, a creeping unease began to bloom inside her.
"Now then, I'll activate this recording crystal sphere and ask you a few questions. If I like your answers, I'll carve the Stigma. If not..."
"...A-alright. I'll do my best."
After hearing Beatris's answer, Valdes climbed down from the bed and took up a spot a little distance away. The queen sat on the edge of the bed, tense, waiting for the questions he was about to ask.
"All right, let's begin. Don't look at me—look at the crystal sphere. Got it?"
"Ugh, yes..."
If he had told her to look at him, that would have been one thing. But to stare at the crystal sphere sitting on the table was somehow embarrassing and humiliating.
"Your name?"
"...B-Beatris de Ulsro. My nickname is Bess."
"Your age?"
"M-my age?!"
Beatris flinched and looked at Valdes, but fearing his expression might darken, she hurriedly lowered her head and stared back at the crystal sphere.
After hesitating, she finally blushed and opened her mouth.
"I-I'm... 3, 39..."
Her eldest daughter was twenty-two, so if anything she was still relatively young, but saying her age out loud was mortifying.
Next year, the first digit would change. It was already August, so there were barely four months left before that happened. Compared to Valdes's mental age, she might have been about the same, but compared to his body, she was more than twice as old. No matter how hard she tried to forget it, whenever she thought about her age, her relationship with him felt almost sinful.
Beatris, dressed in something so revealing and looking so bashful, was devastatingly erotic. Valdes felt the pressure building hard below, but for the sake of greater fun, he decided to endure it for now.
"Then tell me some other personal details."
"Other details, you mean..."
"Your self-introduction."
"Ah..."
The queen nodded reflexively. She had a rough idea of where this was going.
She thought about what kind of words would please him. After arranging her thoughts in her head, she kept her shy demeanor but let her voice turn slightly sultry as she spoke.
"I-I'm Beatris, the queen of the Ulsro Kingdom. I'm also a mother with two daughters... and a mom."
—But above all else, I'm the lewd bitch who serves my husband... ♡
"Wow..."
"She's so filthy..."
In a room a little way off from the queen's bedroom, Mercedes and Mari were standing there in outfits nearly as indecent as Beatris's nightclothes, staring into a crystal sphere.
Inside the crystal sphere, they could see their mother sitting on the bed with her legs spread beneath her.
In truth, the crystal sphere Valdes had taken out wasn't a recording sphere at all, but a normal communication sphere. He had modified one side of it so that only the sisters could see the other side. It had all been prepared for this moment.
"I heard about it from Vald, but... this feels really weird."
"Yeah..."
The daughters' cheeks, while they watched their mother, were just as red as the queen's. They had shared erotic scenes with one another many times as sisters, but this was their mother. It was a completely different sensation.
Even if they shared blood, the bond between sisters was nothing like the bond between mother and daughter. Sisters might squabble and jostle, but their relationship remained relatively level. Mothers and daughters, no matter how close they were, could never quite escape the vertical weight of that hierarchy.
Especially not royal blood, where they lived by authority and died by authority.
The queen was gentle and graceful, yet at the same time authoritative and majestic. Watching their mother in such a filthy state left the daughters with an odd, feverish feeling.
—Do you know what I'm going to do now?
Valdes's voice trembled faintly as well, and through the crystal sphere it was obvious how excited he was.
—Y-yes... From now on, I'm going to carve into my body the proof that I'm my husband's eternal woman...
—Where are you going to carve it?
—S-so, um, on my lower abdomen... right above my womb. I'll receive the pink Stigma carved by my husband, the Demon Prince, right above my womb, and then my body and my heart... my family, my kingdom, everything... I'll give you a-all of it. ♥
The queen licked her lips, her tongue drawing a sensual curve over them. For someone saying she would offer up not only her family but her kingdom to a man, she looked like a legendary slut who felt not a shred of guilt.
As far as Beatris was concerned, Valdes would never show the recording to anyone else anyway. That much she trusted, having grasped his possessiveness over the past few weeks. If it was a video that only the two of them could know and watch, then she judged she could say anything like this for the sake of excitement and pleasure.
"...She sold us out."
"Pfft. Yeah, she did."
The daughters, who had already fallen for him before their mother did, felt amusement, disappointment, and excitement all tangled together.
—You're the queen and a mother, and you're okay with just handing yourself over so easily?
—I-it's fine... Husband comes first for me... ♡ Hehe, the girls and the people will understand too.
—Really? You're giving yourself to the next Demon King, of all people? Selling out the royal family and the kingdom? That's betraying the continent, isn't it? Corrupting yourself, you know?
At that sensitive subject, both Mercedes and Mari watching the video jolted slightly.
Even if they had surrendered their bodies and hearts to Valdes, they had not lost their reason or common sense. They couldn't possibly not understand that what they were doing was a betrayal of the continent and of humanity.
It was just that love came first.
At the same time, they were also doing it because they believed in Valdes—believed that his demon army really would seize most of the continent.
Still, they couldn't deny that this was a truth they had been trying very hard to look away from.
—But B-Bess is my husband's woman, so it can't be helped, can it? If everyone falls together, then it'll be fine. Everyone will be happy under my husband...!
By contrast, Beatris shouted those words without the slightest hesitation, her face looking truly blissful, as though she sincerely believed everything she was saying.
"W-wow..."
"It's my mother, but still..."
It was a statement that made her a disgrace as a queen, a mother, and even as a human being of the continent.
But even as she said it, the two sisters were thinking along similar lines. More than anything, they understood that what Beatris was saying was functioning as foreplay to heighten the excitement.
And so, as if their mother's excitement was flowing through the crystal sphere and into them, they too were growing hot.
Like the queen several walls away, their chests were pounding, their nipples stiffening. Their sensitive bodies craved the touch of the man they loved, and a restless itch spread between their thighs. Before they realized it, the sisters had transformed from princesses into women who could receive a male at any moment.
"...Sis, I..."
Thanks to the Stigma etched into her body, Mari—who was even more sensitive than her older sister—glanced up at Mercedes with a sidelong look. Deep longing shimmered in her eyes.
"Just hold on a little longer. I want to run over there right now too, but... we have to wait. We have to listen to Vald."
"Brother... right. Yeah. We have to."
Holding each other's hands tightly and suppressing their desire, which felt as if it might burst at any moment, they once again became absorbed in the video.
"Bess really is a hopeless pervert."
"Haaah... any woman would turn into a pervert if she got pinned under my husband's cock... ♥"
Beatris cooed coquettishly. Then she slowly began to part the thighs she had neatly kept together.
Between the narrow opening of her legs beneath the dangerously draped negligee, a pair of damp, soaked panties came into view. Unlike the translucent negligee, the thick white underwear that had hidden her precious place was losing its purpose, drenched through by the vulgar juices spilling from where it should have been protected.
If anything, it looked as though the panties themselves had become an inconvenience, their shape swallowed by the fabric as her sex overflowed through them.
"You're already that wet?"
"Just thinking about how soon my husband will carve the Stigma and... haa... shower me with love, I can't help myself... hahng..."
"Calling a man younger than your daughter—your daughter's lover, no less—'husband' and spreading your legs like that. What a disgraceful mother."
At Valdes's words, the queen's mind spun quickly.
He was using a concept she had already played along with before he revealed the secret. Back then, she had thought he and Mercedes were pure, innocent lovers. That had made her feel tremendously guilty and sinful, but even so, she had decided her own love came first.
She took his emphasis here as a sign that he wanted to play with that same dynamic again. Beatris was more than happy to comply, since it excited her too.
"Mmm! A disgraceful mother, huh? I'm sorry... ♡ I'm a perverted mother getting aroused by her son-in-law... Merci, I'm sorry. ♡ But Mother is already my son's, my husband's woman. Heeh, I've become a perverted bitch who can't live without my husband's cock. ♥"
More deeply immersed in the situation, she wore a face that looked genuinely apologetic while at the same time utterly helpless before pleasure, a thoroughly obscene expression.
Beatris stuck out her tongue halfway, unable to contain her excitement.
"Are you really sorry?"
"I-It's true... I'm not really sorry at all...! Because Merci had all by herself been monopolizing such an incredible man ♡ While Mother was left alone all this time, your daughter was getting stuffed by a man's cock every day—how unfair is that? Mother is a woman too... I want to be pounded by a cock too ♥ So, so... I've become your husband's very own pussy slut. ♥"