Be My Wife, Eirin
Before thrusting into her, Jincheon caressed her plump, inviting buttocks with his hands, stroking them as if savoring every curve.
Slap!
"Hahk!"
When he lightly struck her ass with his open palm, Eirin felt a surge of humiliating shame and masochistic pleasure at once; her upper body jerked backward and upward.
Ah… no……. This man… handles me… far too well…….
Every time Jincheon took her, what she felt was pleasure, more pleasure, and still stronger pleasure.
Even with her body fixed in a beast-like posture and her buttocks being spanked, she now waited with anticipation for a different angle of ecstasy than before.
"Hup!"
Squelch!
"Ohoooooh~~~!!"
In a sudden ambush, Jincheon's cock slammed all the way to the deepest point inside her, and a bestial moan tore from Eirin's lips.
"Heh heh heh. For the noble Empress Dowager, that moan sounds awfully vulgar, doesn't it?"
"That was only because you startled me!"
Earlier her mind had gone blank with pleasure and she had been beyond any sense of shame, but now—thanks to absorbing Jincheon's qi—her stamina and reason had recovered, and she hurriedly made excuses out of embarrassment.
Of course, only her stamina and reason had returned; her hypersensitive body remained exactly as it was.
Time to begin the final stage.
Jincheon had restored her stamina and reason precisely for this last phase. Confirming that her body was still exquisitely sensitive, he spoke to her again.
"Eirin."
"Y-you bastard! How dare you call my name so freely!"
Come to think of it, Jincheon had never once spoken her name outright until now.
In the Giranlek Empire, unless there were special circumstances, a subordinate addressing a superior by name was considered the height of rudeness—something that invited scorn. For a commoner to casually call the Empress Dowager by name was an offense that could justifiably be punished by immediate execution.
If he had been ignorant of Giranlek culture it might have been forgivable, but Jincheon and his companions had long since been warned about such things.
Slap!
"Kyahaang!"
"So what? We've already reached the point where I spank your ass and you take it."
"H-how dare you……!"
Slap!
"Ahhng!"
"How dare? How dare what?"
"If you… humiliate me any further……!"
Squelch!
"Hahk!"
Jincheon deliberately spanked her while calling her name, stoking her defiance to its peak—then began a ferocious piston motion that carved into her pussy as if determined to hollow it out.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ahang! Ahiik!"
Ah… my insides… are being ground down……!
As if intent on grinding every fold of her pussy flat, the unusually forceful thrusts made Eirin forget even her anger and drown in pleasure.
Then Jincheon's hips suddenly stopped.
"W-what are you doing! Why have you stopped moving!"
"I felt like settling the hierarchy between us."
"Hierarchy……?"
Was that not already decided?
She, the Empress Dowager and employer, stood above.
Jincheon, a mere commoner and hired mercenary, stood below.
"Not the employer-employee relationship. The relationship between a man and a woman."
"……. ……!"
At first she failed to grasp his meaning; then, belatedly understanding, Eirin twisted her head back with a fierce glare.
"How dare you forget your place……!"
Squelch!
"Ahaang!"
"Heh heh. I know my place perfectly well. Your body can't be satisfied by anything but my cock anymore, can it?"
F-from the very beginning… he was aiming for this…….
Eirin realized Jincheon had engineered the entire situation, yet her flesh had already learned the taste of his cock. Worse, her waist was seized and pinned; she could only endure his unilateral hip work.
"Become my wife, Eirin."
"Impossible! I am the Empress Dowager of the Giranlek Empire……!"
Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust!
"Hihaaaaang!"
She tried to retort, but each time Jincheon violently rocked his hips and ruthlessly pounded her pussy.
The cruelest part was that he would drive her to the brink of climax—then stop dead.
"You were jealous, weren't you?"
"Haa… haak… what… are you talking about……"
"Yesterday, when Heliane and I kissed, your eyes changed."
"!!"
H-he saw that……!?
The moment Jincheon had kissed Heliane was precisely when Eirin had walked past his group and glanced back.
"Ever since we exchanged greetings yesterday, the way you looked at my women was intense. I got curious and decided to check."
"Kh……!"
Realizing she had danced on the palm of his hand from start to finish, Eirin's eyes blazed with fury.
Slap!
"Hahiit!"
At that instant Jincheon's palm cracked hard across her buttocks. The blow was so fierce that a vivid red handprint bloomed on her pure-white skin.
"Were you jealous, or weren't you?"
"I was not! That level of self-importance is a disease! A worthless man like you……!"
Slap!
"Kihiik!"
His palm descended on her ass once more.
"Every time I spank you, your pussy clamps down tight. Getting your ass hit feels good, doesn't it?"
"No! No! It doesn't!"
Her pleasure-sensitized body was indeed deriving ecstasy from the spanking, yet her pride screamed denial.
"An ass that wants to bite down on a man's cock has no right to say no!"
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
"Kyahuung! Aaaaang!"
Jincheon again slammed his hips roughly, making her buttocks and his pubic bone collide. This time the sweat made the lewd sounds ring out wet and loud.
Squelch-squelch-squelch!
"Haooot! Ooooot!!"
Then he changed the pattern, twisting his hips so that the head of his cock gouged at her cervix, determined to punch through.
No……! I'm… going to c——
Thud—
"Hheh?"
Just as she teetered on the edge of climax, Jincheon abruptly halted his hips. As the Lust Emperor who knew exactly how to handle a woman, he had sensed her approaching peak and stopped the instant it arrived.
"A… no……! Just a little more and I would have cum!!"
"I'll ask once more. Were you jealous, or weren't you?"
"Kh……!"
She understood that this relentless torment would continue until he heard the answer he wanted.
Pride, or pleasure.
Her struggle was fierce, yet it ended swiftly.
"I… was… jealous……."
"Why?"
"Because!"
Eirin tried to speak, but her pride as Empress Dowager sealed her lips.
"Hic… sob……."
For reasons she could not name, tears spilled down her cheeks; she buried her face in the sheets and began to weep.
She didn't last as long as I expected. That means the emotional strain must have been severe.
A leader's seat forbade easy displays of emotion; it demanded one shoulder the lives of everyone. Because of her position as Empress Dowager, Eirin had endured every hardship and set out on a journey of suffering under that crushing weight.
When her heart had finally been driven into a corner, the first true pleasure she had ever known had invaded her like a drug, swiftly consuming her.
Whoosh!
"Kya!"
Still in the rear-entry position, Jincheon seized her shoulders, yanked her upright, and in one smooth motion settled her astride his thighs—face-to-face.
"I'm sorry. I was being petty."
"Ah……."
He pulled Eirin's body into his arms and gently stroked the back of her head. At his apology, the tangled resistance of resentment and humiliation melted away like snow.
"Th-those girls… they're younger and prettier than I am……. While I… I'm just a middle-aged woman who already has a child……. Sob……."
"You're beautiful too. Beauty has nothing to do with age."
"R-really……?"
"I don't joke about things like that."
What she needs is an emotional pillar. If the Emperor were still alive I would have had to break her with pure pleasure, but since he's dead, I can take that role myself.
Thinking thus, Jincheon continued stroking her hair, then gently eased their upper bodies apart.
Thump!
W-what is this……? This man… is he truly Jincheon……?
The usual leisurely, vulgar smile had vanished; in its place stood a man reborn with a strange dignity and weight.
No… I can't look at his face……!
Embarrassed by this unfamiliar expression, Eirin tried to turn her head away, unable to meet his eyes.
"Eirin."
"Eut……!"
But Jincheon caught her chin and gently turned it back toward him, forcing their gazes to lock.
At 190 cm with a muscular build, Jincheon and the 160–165 cm Eirin found their eye levels perfectly matched in the face-to-face sitting position.
"From now on, I'll protect you."
"S-stop……! I……!"
"You are the Empress Dowager of the Empire. But before that, you are a woman. I cannot stand beside Eirin the Empress Dowager—but I can stand beside Eirin the woman."
"Aaa……."
Drawn in by the soft yet powerful voice of the Lust Emperor—a voice that embraced the very existence of womanhood—the Empress Dowager's arms, which had been gripping his shoulders, slid around the back of his neck.
I…….
Eirin knew exactly how people looked at her.
Eldest daughter of a great noble house.
A brilliant commander who had led countless battlefields.
Spouse of the Emperor.
Even the sole position that could have made her a true woman—the Emperor's consort—had been nothing more than a political marriage.
A political marriage that bound bloodlines, strengthened clan ties, and expanded power. Naturally there had been neither love nor affection.
Bearing a child had not been an act of love, but merely "work" to reinforce the connection between houses.
Had she never known otherwise it might have been bearable; but now that Jincheon had taught her a woman's happiness, his proposal-like words made her heart waver.
Squelch!
"Huhaat!"
At that moment Jincheon began to rock his hips up and down.
"As an apology, this time I won't stop—I'll make you cum."
Thrust! Squelch!
He moved his hips in a steady rhythm, cradling her body and gently rocking her up and down.
There was none of the violent, tearing intensity that usually shredded her senses; precisely because of that, she could feel every last percent of the pleasure.
No… this is… just like ordinary… lovers…….
Embracing each other while making gentle love. The fact that they were performing an act so similar to that of lovers filled Eirin with a powerful sense of transgression.
Yet that very sense of transgression twisted into pleasure and began to devour her body.
"Haup……!"
Jincheon wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed their upper bodies flush together, and naturally claimed her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.
Smack— smack— smack—
"Huuung……! Uuuut……!"
As Jincheon's hips carefully modulated their strength so she could absorb every wave of pleasure while thrusting into her pussy, Eirin experienced for the first time in her life what it meant to be happy as a woman.
To feel each other's bodies while our sexes are joined… so this is how blissful it can be…….
That such a simple act could surpass every joy she had ever known until now.
Under Jincheon's assault that burrowed into her heart, Eirin felt his presence gradually take up residence inside her chest.
"Huhaaaaang~~~~!"
When climax finally seized her, she pulled her tongue free from the kiss and let out a long, keening cry.
All that remains is to keep giving her pleasure until she accepts me completely.
He had played every card he possessed. From here on he would recycle those same cards, pouring pleasure into her until Eirin became his woman.
Jincheon gripped her waist to hold her steady, then leaned back and lay down, shifting them into the cowgirl position.