The Mating Press
"Haa... haaah..."
Having reached climax along with her third squirt, Eirin raised one arm to cover her eyes as she gasped for breath.
Jincheon lifted that arm of hers, revealing a face whose expression was so strange one couldn't tell if she was smiling or crying.
"Open your mouth."
"Eh? Hup?"
At that moment, Jincheon thrust his fingers into her mouth—fingers coated thickly with her vaginal fluids.
What a strange taste... My body is heating up...
A faintly fishy, tart flavor. Under normal circumstances she would have spat it out at once, yet somehow it felt addictive.
Slurp, slurp—
Just as she began to suck the juices that had come from her own pussy, Jincheon spoke.
"Don't just suck with your lips. Move your tongue like a snake and lick them clean."
"Mmm..."
Her head still fogged from three consecutive climaxes, she felt no resistance to Jincheon's command. He was training her in advance so that when they kissed she would know how to caress his tongue pleasurably—and, of course, to confirm that she would obey his orders.
Pop—
"Ah..."
When Jincheon pulled his fingers free, Eirin reflexively tried to chase them with her mouth and let out a disappointed sigh without realizing it.
Now she's completely in my rhythm.
Yet, as he had decided earlier, this time his actions would be gentle while the pleasure would be intense. To make her cling to him of her own will, the best method was to give her a choice.
So Jincheon smiled down at her and asked,
"What shall I do for you next?"
"Wh... what...?"
The shock of climax had not fully faded; the usual keen light in Eirin's eyes was still hazy.
"Which position do you want? Shall I hold you like a lover? Or on all fours like a dog? Or shall I pin you down with my full weight?"
"Ah... ahh..."
Hearing the signature positions he had used while ravishing her, the face already flushed from pleasure burned even hotter.
"I'll give you whatever position you ask for."
"Kh..."
Shame and humiliation restored a sliver of her senses, and Eirin understood exactly why he was doing this.
He's declaring he will never force me. He's telling me to spread my own legs!
The thought that the Empress Dowager herself was being ordered to open her thighs filled her with fierce humiliation.
In power, in authority—in every way I stand above this man...
Yet her gaze remained fixed on the cock standing rigid between Jincheon's legs.
I want that... so badly...
In that instant she understood by pure instinct: no matter how strong she was, no matter how noble her birth, so long as she was a woman she could never defeat that cock.
"...H-huff... the latter... I choose the latter..."
In the end she selected the mating press—the position that would let her feel his body heat and scent most intensely, and that would deliver the masochistic thrill of being dominated by a man.
"Heh heh heh. Wanting the mating press... a little unexpected."
"M-mating press...?"
It was the first time in her life she had heard such a filthy term; she repeated it with a face full of shame.
"The position where you pin a woman down with your whole body and drive your cock into her hole with your full weight. Looks like your husband never did anything like that for you."
"H-he would never do something so vulgar!"
"Yet you're the one asking for that vulgar act right now."
"Ugh...!"
With the initiative completely lost, she could no longer defeat Jincheon with words. On the contrary, the more they spoke the more she alone became the lewd bitch.
Whoosh!
Suddenly Jincheon climbed on top of her.
"Ah..."
Looking up at the face gazing down at her, her heart began to pound with anticipation—at last she would receive the pleasure she had been waiting for so desperately.
Squeeze!
"Haugh!"
Before insertion he pressed his upper body down until their chests were not merely touching but crushing her breasts flat.
Thump— thump— thump—
Naturally they felt each other's body heat and heartbeat, faces so close they might kiss at any second.
Eirin could not meet the eyes looking down at her and turned her head aside.
I... can't look into his eyes...
She did not understand why. Yet whenever she tried, her heart hammered madly, her face burned, and she felt the same shyness she had known during her first time with the late emperor.
"Then we begin."
Slick...
"Haa— haak—!"
The thick glans rubbed along her entrance searching for the hole, and her breathing roughened of its own accord.
C-calm down... please...!
She did not want him to know how violently her heart was racing. She herself did not know why; she simply hated the idea.
Thwuck!
"Hwaaaaaaah~~~~~~~~♥"
The thick cock filled her pussy completely, making her slender lower belly bulge slightly around its shape.
This... feels too good...!
She had heard—and spoken—every ornate aristocratic flourish until they were burned into her brain. Yet now she could not describe this pleasure and had regressed to a child's vocabulary.
Thwuck! Thwuck-thwuck-thwuck-thwuck-thwuck-thwuck-thwuck!
"Ahiik! Kiiheuuuk!"
When Jincheon began swinging his hips in earnest, driving his cock into her hole again and again, crude, almost bestial cries burst from her lips.
"Body modification makes the pussy meat springy too, huh? For a married woman who's given birth, you're clamping down pretty tight."
"Ahaang! D-don't... say things like that... hahuuuut!"
Without realizing it she wrapped her arms around his back, protesting the voice whispering into her ear.
Thwuck-thwuck-thwuck-thwuck-thwuck—
"Aaaang! Ang-aaah!"
Yet when he thrust even more roughly she only clung tighter and wailed.
"I-it's coming! It's cominggg!"
Already hypersensitive after three climaxes, the thick cock pounding her entire pussy sent a fourth orgasm rising fast.
Thwuck! Guuuuuk!
"Hhooooooot——!!"
Splattt——
Feeling her whole pussy convulse, Jincheon drove in deep, rubbed his glans against her cervix, and sent her over the edge. The bedsheets already soaked by her earlier squirts grew even wetter.
"Hii... hahiik...!"
My head... is going blank... now...
A relentless hip motion that paid no heed to a woman's climax. Amid pleasure as savage as a beast's, Eirin's reason steadily dissolved.
Thwuck-thwuck-thwuck-thwuck-thwuck!
"Ooooot—-! Ot-ot-oooooot!!"
When Jincheon truly put his weight into the pistoning, reason collapsed completely and only bestial cries remained.
Meanwhile, Beatrix had called Heliane and Calsira aside and made them a formal proposal.
"Well? A viscount's title and the salary of the Imperial Guard—hardly something you can find just anywhere, wouldn't you agree?"
She then added an offer no sensible person could refuse.
"If you honestly reveal who stands behind you and accept this proposal, I'll treat the past as if it never happened."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Who stands behind us?"
"That's right. We're just ordinary mercenaries."
"Fresh recruits who only recently registered as mercenaries, yet they side with us when we're overwhelmingly outmatched? Do you really think that makes sense under normal circumstances?"
Beatrix had lightly investigated Jincheon's group. None of the three had any official records before becoming mercenaries, and the only commission they had completed since was a single purification job.
"Gareld and Saisalas aren't machines any random nobody can obtain just because they have money."
"True enough, but this vast universe also contains beings who defy common sense—whether by power, luck, or something else entirely."
Heliane answered with clear displeasure at Beatrix's assumption that someone stood behind them.
"And I hadn't intended to say this, but that is truly rude. We admit luck played a part in how far we've come, yet effort was never absent. Do not dismiss all the experience, hardship, and labor we have endured simply by claiming someone is behind us."
The presence Heliane projected—having walked a harsh road ever since her father's death—was nothing like that of an ordinary mercenary.
"I will say this once more: we take Jincheon as our leader and follow his decisions alone. If you wish to persuade us, persuading Jincheon will be far faster. That is all."
Having said only what she needed to say, Heliane left, once again emphasizing that they required Jincheon's permission. Calsira followed, and Beatrix was left rejected.
Why? Just why? Why do talents of their caliber show such loyalty to trash like Jincheon?
Once more Beatrix found herself questioning their devotion to him.
In any case, Sister's intuition seems off this time. Only someone with fierce pride would grow that angry at having their hard-won efforts denied.
She confirmed again their abnormal loyalty to Jincheon, yet at the same time became certain that no shadowy organization stood behind the group.
"Sis~"
"Hm?"
Outside, Heliane's stern expression softened a little at the sight of Calsira clinging to one of her arms and acting spoiled.
"Don't get so angry. I like spending time with you when you're smiling."
"...All right."
At Calsira's coaxing and encouragement Heliane answered and allowed a faint smile.
This child only looks young on the outside.
Though she was a bright, adorable little sister, Heliane knew how painful a path that sister had walked; she stroked Calsira's hair with one of her rear hands.
"By the way..."
"Hm?"
"If the Empress Dowager becomes Jincheon's woman, what will happen to you, Sis?"
Jincheon had already told them everything about his relationship with the Empress Dowager, so they were certain that before long she too would become one of his women. The problem was that if the Empress Dowager of the Giranlek Empire was treated, even implicitly, as his principal wife, Heliane's own position would grow unstable.
"...I don't know. Jincheon will handle it somehow."
"True. He's the one who turns women into his bitches; it would be strange if we had to clean up the aftermath ourselves."
Yet Heliane's heart slowly filled with unease. Even she could see that the Empress Dowager was elegant and beautiful; the thrill of conquering so noble a woman would naturally draw Jincheon's interest.
...Jincheon...
Heliane prayed he had some plan for the situation, while at the same time fretting over what would happen if his attention drifted away from her.
"Kh-heup!"
"Hiit...! Ooooot...!"
Gulp— gulp— gulp!
Arms and legs wrapped around Jincheon's body, Eirin received her seventh load in the mating press. Drenched in sweat from head to toe, she forced out a squeezed, broken moan.
"Huuu~"
With a refreshed sigh he finally lifted the body that had been relentlessly pinning her down; the limbs that had been coiled around his back and waist fell away.
"Haaah— haah—"
Her rough breathing continued as her slightly swollen belly slowly returned to normal and semen began to trickle from between her legs.
"Heh heh heh. Looks just like a frog specimen."
Jincheon's words were no joke. Her two legs splayed in a wide < and > shape, fully exposing her crotch and belly—exactly like a pinned frog specimen.
I've marinated her thoroughly in pleasure. Time for the final stage.
Jincheon had planned three stages for conquering Eirin.
First: make her spread her own legs.
Second: marinate her in pleasure.
Now came the third and final stage.
For the last stage she still needs some reason left. I'll share a little qi with her.
He caressed her abdomen as though stroking it, letting her absorb his energy.
"Haa... haa... hot...?"
A short while later, stamina restored and reason returning, the first thing Eirin recalled was how she had howled.
"Ah... ahhh..."
She had experienced it once already, yet for a woman who had lived a life of such dignity the shame was still unbearable.
"Heh heh heh. Lucky the room is soundproofed. Without it the guards would already have burst in at the sound of a beast howling."
"Ugh..."
Stung by the words that deliberately prodded her shame, Eirin turned her head and tried to straighten her body. Yet the fact that she had stuck out her tongue, drooled, and never stopped screaming remained.
"Hey. Turn over."
Slap!
"Hnnngh...!"
Confirming that her stamina and reason had returned, Jincheon lightly struck her breast with his open palm, forcing her to roll over. Even that impact she felt as pleasure; she turned and assumed the doggy-style position of a beast on all fours.
"I told you to turn over. I never told you to take that pose."
"!!"
At the sound of his voice Eirin's face flared scarlet with shame and humiliation.
"So you wanted to get fucked like an animal. If you like it that much, I'll give it to you."
"Haunnngh..."
Jincheon stroked her ass while savoring the view from behind—white, firm, perfectly shaped buttocks; a seductive waistline that dipped inward; semen mixed with pussy juices dripping from her crotch.
Now I'll make her completely mine.
The final stage of turning Eirin into his bitch. Jincheon seized her slender waist with both hands.
"Hnnngh...!"
Feeling her waist gripped by those large hands, Eirin was flooded with a strange, exquisite thrill—the knowledge that she was being dominated by a man.