Would You Care to Lie with Me?
"Ahhhhh—?!?"
Valenti let out a short cry and covered her face with both hands.
"...It's the other place you should be hiding, isn't it."
"Ughhhh...!"
Then she covered her chest, then her lower half, floundering helplessly in every direction.
"P-please close your eyes...!"
She gave up and begged me.
When all she had to do was just pull the blanket over herself.
"A knight who guards the imperial family calls a prince 'oppa'? How courageous of you."
"Wh-wh-wh-what are you—when did I ever...!"
"Just a moment ago, weren't you muttering to yourself, 'Kalian oppa... imperial cock is the best... a sacred cock like this must surely piss golden urine'?"
"Wh-what...! When did I ever say such vulgar things...!"
While she whipped her head away to avoid my gaze, I casually sat myself down on the bed.
"But that thing in your hand—isn't that a photo of me?"
"N-no it isn't?! I was looking at the back side! It just so happened that Your Highness's photo was on the reverse side...!"
"Hmm, so you're saying you were doing that while reading an article about 'a vagrant who was sentenced to life imprisonment for roughly 24 counts of habitual molestation and 7 counts of serial rape'... You have a depraved taste."
"Th-that's not, I mean, er...!"
It's true we've known each other for years now, but I never expected teasing her like this would be this entertaining.
As they say, people can't truly be judged from just two sides.
"So. Why did you call me 'oppa'?"
"...I never did a-anything of the sort."
"Do you wish for me to become your brother?"
"...."
Valenti fidgeted with the hands resting on her knees, having forgotten to cover herself.
"We share neither blood nor anything else between us."
"I—I told you that's not it...! No matter how dull-witted, foolish, idiotic, and scatterbrained Your Highness may be, you are still the crown prince of this empire...! How could I possibly dare to covet that bloodline...!"
...This woman's lost her mind.
Then again, she's always been a girl poor at expressing herself.
"How about we flesh it out?"
"...Pardon?"
"Just like yesterday at the training grounds, and just like here in your sleeping quarters. I asked whether you'd care to flesh it out with me—enough for me to play the part of your brother."
After my question, the only sounds in the room were the dry parting and pressing of lips, and small empty breaths leaking from a constricted throat.
"I'll take it that breathing counts as consent."
"Th-that's absurd—mpf!?"
Smack.
A brief kiss.
I planned to gauge her reaction after that.
Smooch.
That is, until Valenti cupped my cheeks and pushed her own tongue into my mouth first.
Smooch, smack.
If there's one more difference from yesterday's kiss, it's that I closed my eyes first this time.
Because she was staring at me with heavy-lidded, drooping eyes.
Shhhhk—
As always, and of course, Valenti's kiss was clumsy.
She moved her tongue busily, coiling it around mine, but it wasn't an act meant to draw me deeper into herself.
"Huuup...."
Like a child throwing a tantrum wanting to be held, it was merely an attempt to press together the tongues that kept slipping apart with each other's saliva, no matter how many times they slid away.
Wanting to test just how far her petulance would go.
Slide.
I adjusted the angle of our crossed faces as if by accident, lightly stroking her chin wet with drool that had trickled down.
Squeeze, squeeze.
"Haah...!"
I began rubbing one of her nipples with my moistened fingers.
Rub, rub!
Every time my thumb and index finger slid across, her waist bounced in the same rhythm.
"Hah, smack, haaah...! Mwah—."
Her lips kept parting for moments because of it, but she couldn't bear those brief gaps and quickly pressed herself against me again.
Pff—.
I gently pushed her shoulders away.
Between our parted lips, a single strand of saliva, reflecting the moonlight from beyond the window, stretched like a thread.
As if voicing one of our hearts, it refused to break easily.
And in that space between, Valenti—
"...Mmm."
Pursed her lips and kept leaning her hips toward me.
"What's wrong—do you want more?"
"Haah... I never said anything of the sort...."
"I see. Then you don't want it."
"...I never said that either...."
Smack.
Supporting her hips—dishonest yet honest at the same time—I laid her down on the bed and pressed my lips to hers once again.
This time, not just her lips, but to leave my marks across her entire body.
Smack, smooch.
From her flushed cheeks to her ears, flushed even redder.
Smooch, smack.
"Hah...!"
From her throat bobbing as she kept swallowing, down to her collarbone stretched in a straight line.
To the nipple I'd left neglected on the other side, below her solar plexus, traveling down past her navel.
Next, her lower belly—further down—just a little further down from there.
"Huuuh...."
Right to the very spot where she was stamping her feet in anticipation of what came next.
Smooch.
"Haaah...!"
Following Elena's teachings, I spread Valenti's legs and began closing the distance from the outside of her thighs.
"You're enduring well."
Smack.
"I c-can't endure—"
"How admirable."
"I c-can endure... haaah...!"
Smack.
At last, my nose tip touched her vaginal entrance.
Still like her personality, it kept its mouth firmly shut with only a thin vertical slit showing.
Twitch, twitch.
But today, that narrow opening stretched, gaped, and pulsed open toward me.
Smooch.
"Haaaaah—!!"
The moment I opened my mouth wide and took her labia in, Valenti let out a piercing moan.
Above her head, her taut lower belly quivered as if dancing.
"Y-your Highness, ah, ah...!"
"You still call me Your Highness?"
"...Oh."
Gulp.
"...Brother...."
Smooch.
"Haaaaah—!"
Moving further up to her clitoris.
Not with the tip of my tongue but the flat of it, pressing down as if weighing upon it, I began my ministrations with subtle movements.
Smack, suck, squelch—
"Brotherrr...!"
I pushed one index finger in slowly, word by word, into her vagina.
One word.
That entrance was already flooded with arousal she'd heated up all on her own.
Two words.
Everywhere was already soaked, impossible to tell where it all came from.
Three words.
Enough that my fingertip was dipped into the pooled arousal deep inside.
She'd finished preparing to receive me long ago.
Squelch, squelch.
"Hah, ah! O-oppa...! Haaah!"
It was a somewhat frivolous form of address unbefitting our stations, but if anything, hearing her call me that only stimulated me more.
As if this place felt like where I used to live.
"O-oppa...! P-please, ah...!"
"Please? What is it you want so desperately?"
"That's, something, I can't, say—haaah...!"
Her inside was still too narrow to push in a second finger.
With just my index finger, I began slowly releasing the tension inside her vagina.
Under a silent lie of, 'I'll keep doing only this until you say what you want yourself.'
"Oppa, hah, mmm, huh, ah...!"
"Until when do you plan to keep hiding your true feelings?"
"But, still, huh—a knight of the empire shouldn't be moved by mere desire—!"
"At least here in your sleeping quarters, shouldn't you honor yourself as Valenti, not as the captain?"
Squelch.
"You've taken off that heavy armor here, haven't you?"
"Haaaaah...!"
In that instant, her shoulders fell back as Valenti's hips and lower belly arched high into the air.
For just a moment, a choked sound caught in her throat.
"Cock...! Please put oppa's cock inside my pussy—!"
She cried out her true feelings as if venting all her frustration.
Squelch—.
Without hesitation, lest she grow weary of waiting, I rubbed the glans between her vaginal lips.
"Haaah... g-gently...."
Unlike yesterday, the entrance spread quite flexibly.
Squelch.
"H-heuk...!"
I thought it might go in about halfway at this rate, but her pussy swallowed the entire glans in an instant, as if sucking me in.
Squelch, squelch—.
"Haaaaah...!"
She took me in with slow, gentle pressure.
Push.
"Huh...!?!"
She surrendered her body to me completely.
Squelch, squelch—.
"Hah, o-oppa...!"
Valenti's pussy pressed my cock tightly, much like Elena's did.
The difference, however, was that her pussy wrapped my entire shaft snugly with her vaginal walls, stretching and pulling along with each of my movements.
She was furrowing her brow, but the expression didn't seem to show pain.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
I picked up the pace with my pistoning.
"Hah, ah, huh, mmm, ah...!"
Fortunately, Valenti let out soft, sticky moans.
"The thing you wanted so badly is making you feel good, isn't it?"
"N-no—! It's not—!"
"Even as you pour out those moans?"
"These aren't m-moans—! A knight of this empire would never cry out like some little girl—haaah!"
Thrust, thrust!
I told her to drop the act, yet she still tried to hold up her pride with that tough front.
"Hah, good, ah, oppa's c-cock, so, good... ah...!"
That bravado lasted barely a few seconds.
Squeeze.
"Aaah—!"
As I gripped both her breasts hard—hard enough to wonder if it hurt—Valenti let out another pleased moan.
Thrust, thrust!
"Hah! It's, weird, down, there—ahh! Weird, feels, good—!"
The pistoning was strong enough that our thighs smacked together with each impact, yet Valenti kept sinking deeper into orgasm.
Squeeze.
Then, wrapping both legs around my waist—
Tap.
With a motion that said, 'This isn't right,' she released her hold and gently pushed me away.
"A knight of the empire... can't be pinned beneath a man...."
"So you want to get on top instead?"
"Th-that's quite the impertinent joke...!"
And then she climbed on top of me, rubbing my cock against her pussy again.
Slide.
"Hah...!"
Having finished adjusting, her pussy swallowed my cock in one go without any resistance.
"...Mmm."
But once she was actually on top of me, she made no movement at all, simply watching for my reaction.
"Why aren't you moving?"
"W-well, that's...."
"Do you need your brother's help?"
"...."
At my question, she pursed her lips childishly.
Nod.
Without a word, she gave a small tilt of her chin.
Slap, slap.
"Huh...! It's, so deep—!"
Whenever I gripped her slender waist and thrust upward, her thick ass seated atop my thighs collided with my skin, letting out lewd sounds.
"Really—ah! Th-there—it's my deepest—place—!"
Squeezing her eyes shut and thrashing her head about—
"Oppa's—cock—! It's, really, seen, all, of—my pussy—!"
She rubbed her own nipples with both hands, writhing desperately to drown herself in more stimulation.
"Good—ahhh—! Mm, good, so good...! It feels so good—oh—!"
Her vaginal walls were wet yet squeezed stiffly tight.
Her breasts bouncing up and down.
Saliva constantly spilling from the corner of her mouth, as if she had no mind left to swallow.
Heat starting from the bridge of her nose spreading across a face flushed red.
And reactions she couldn't control from shyness.
Everything about her was hastening my climax.
"Valenti. I can't hold back much longer either."
"Yeah, good—ah—cock, mm, oppa's c-cock can do—whatever it wants—!"
"I mean I'm about to come."
"...Mmf."
After staring down at me for a long moment, Valenti suddenly turned her head away, suppressing her moans.
"I'm at my limit—"
As I grabbed her inner thigh, about to push her off—
Press.
She bore down on me, sinking deeper.
"...Whyy...."
"Didn't you just say—"
"J-just... just because...."
Ah.
That reaction.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Hah! Haaah! Mmm! Haaah—!"
Gripping her pelvis tightly, I slammed my cock upward with force.
"Yeah! Like that, just like that—haaah—!"
The moment the semen pooled at my glans surged to the tip of my urethra.
Just like that.
Spurt! Splurt, spurt!
"Haaaaaah—❤︎!!!"
Just as she wanted.
I poured my semen into that innermost place—the deepest I could reach.
Tremble, twitch.
"Oppa's... c-cum, is, wriggling... inside me...."
Twisting her body weakly this way and that, savoring the afterglow, Valenti—
Shuffle.
Soon buried her face beside my neck and slumped into my embrace.
"It felt, so good.... Really......."
I quietly stroked her hair, planning to let her rest like this for a while.
But slowly, with the faintest of sounds—
Creak.
Along with a long silhouette, the door slid open.
"Well done, Master."
"...?"
"And Captain Valenti."