The Confession of a Loyal Beast
It tickled. Rika's tongue swirled around my breast, tracing the contour of my nipple. I couldn't feel any boiling lust in the way she licked me. No, it wasn't that she lacked desire—she surely had more than enough to overflow. She was simply hesitating to pour it all over me. I stroked Rika's hair and whispered.
"It's alright, Rika... Do whatever you want."
"Ngh... Yes...!"
Cupping my breast gently with one hand, Rika began to use her mouth more actively. She licked eagerly, as if my already-swollen nipple were a sweet piece of candy. The suction grew slightly stronger. Yet, I could still feel more of her eagerness to please me than her own raw desire. Perhaps it was Rika's nature to suppress her own wants and prioritize the one she served.
"Now, this side too..."
I took Rika's hand and guided it to my other, untouched breast. She began to knead it with cautious care. Looking up at me as if to gauge my mood, her eyes seemed incredibly endearing. I reached down and grabbed Rika's rear. In stark contrast to her hesitation, I kneaded her flesh with unbridled, shameless lust. Just that touch alone made her lower body tremble violently.
"Mnh... Ah... Princess..."
Compared to Carmel, she felt remarkably firm. While Carmel's hips were plush and endlessly soft, Rika's rear possessed a tight, springy elasticity, like a rubber ball. It was the kind of backside that made me want to spank it rather than caress it gently. I grabbed Rika's shoulders and pushed her back slightly. As she was pulled away from my breast, a look of deep regret washed over her face. However, that disappointment quickly morphed into pure joy at my next words.
"Now it's my turn. Bring your breasts here, Rika."
"Yes!"
Rika took a step closer. Bending her knees slightly, she positioned her chest perfectly at my eye level. Though not quite as voluptuous as Juliana's or Carmel's, her breasts were still quite sizable. To maintain such a size despite her rigorous physical training spoke of extraordinary natural gifts. I began to lick her breasts, roughly and obscenely. First, my tongue thoroughly caressed the entirety of her areola. Once her nipple was glistening, fully coated in my saliva, I drew it into my mouth and sucked hard, creating a tight vacuum.
"Ngh... Haaah...!"
For Rika, this was a pleasure she had only been able to fantasize about for the past week. She had been forbidden from masturbating, left to do nothing but moan in agony night after night. Now that she was finally allowed to feel it, her body reacted with extreme sensitivity.
"Ah, Pr-Princess... I, I think I'm going to... I'm going to cum... Ngh...!"
"Good. You may cum whenever you wish."
"...Ngh..."
With those words, I resumed sucking on her breast. I reached for her other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple with pinpoint precision. Rika's thighs began to shudder violently. Soon, a dark, damp stain spread across the white fabric between her legs. The overflowing juices dripped down her thighs and onto the floor. Yet, Rika's expression was strangely desperate. Instead of surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure, she looked as though she were actively fighting it—as if she had received an absolute order from me forbidding her from climaxing.
I was puzzled for a moment, but I quickly understood what was going on in her mind. This was a climax she had desperately held back. The first release after suppressing a week's worth of intense lust would undoubtedly be exquisite. She must have felt it would be a waste to experience it through her breasts alone. She was trying to hold out until I touched her pussy. Realizing her intent, I began to torment her breasts even more relentlessly. I scraped her nipples lightly with the tips of my nails. Inside my mouth, I used my teeth to deliver harsher stimulation, even lightly biting down on the turgid, swollen peaks. It was a sensation tailored perfectly to Rika's masochistic tastes.
"Hngh, ah, n-ngh...! Ah, ugh..."
It seemed she was reaching her limit. Her face looked as if she were on the verge of tears. I switched the positions of my mouth and hand, scratching at the nipple that now bore my teeth marks. Rika was pushed closer and closer to the edge.
"Pr-Princess...!"
I feigned ignorance. "Yes? What is it?"
"Th-that... not just my breasts... could you... torment my lower half as well...? I want... I want my pussy to be roughly... penetrated..."
Speaking her desires so bluntly was very like her. I wore a mischievous smirk. "Is a mere dog giving orders to her master?"
"Ngh...! N-no, absolutely not! I just... I'm so sorry..."
If I pushed her any further, she really might burst into tears. I chuckled and gave her an order. "Fufu, I'm only joking. You want me to stretch your pussy, yes? Then get down on the floor. On all fours, like the bitch you are."
"Yes...! Th-thank you...!"
A wave of intense excitement radiated from Rika as she assumed the posture of a dog. Dropping to all fours and arching her hips high, she looked the part of a bitch perfectly. The scrap of fabric covering her crotch was already soaked to its absolute limit. I didn't know how it was fastened, but a simple tug was enough to strip it away. Her exposed pussy twitched, weeping wetness as if begging to be violated. Remaining seated in my chair, I extended my foot toward Rika's wet slit.
"Hyaaaah...!"
The moment my stocking-clad toes brushed against her pussy, Rika reacted violently. She must have realized immediately that it was my foot, not my fingers, touching her. Yet, her reaction held nothing but intense ecstasy. To her, as long as her pussy was being pleasured, there was no difference between fingers and toes. For a submissive bitch who followed her instincts so faithfully, perhaps either was a privilege far beyond what she deserved. I continued to dig my toes into Rika's pussy. It was a clumsy, rough movement compared to using fingers. But to Rika in her current state, that very roughness only amplified her pleasure.
"I-I'm going to cum... Ngh... Princess... almost...!"
Her voice was frantic, her climax truly on the horizon. The moment I heard those words, I pulled my foot away from her wet folds.
"...Ngh..."
Rika looked back at me with a pitiful, yearning face. But she could never voice a complaint to her master. She had no choice but to endure my cruel teasing. Instead of her pussy, I pressed my foot firmly onto Rika's butt cheek. I could feel its remarkable elasticity, a sensation entirely different from touching it with my hands. I kept moving my foot, stimulating Rika's lower body while deliberately avoiding her pussy. Her buttocks, her anus, her inner thighs... Frustration and longing continued to pool in her untouched slit.
"Do you want to cum from your pussy, Rika?"
"...Yes, I-I want to..."
Her mouth was honest, but her lower lips were far more candid. The fluid carrying her desperate plea to be released flowed without pause. I extended my foot again, pressing the arch of my foot against her pussy. I felt her warm, wet folds contract tightly, welcoming the pressure. But that was as far as I went. Keeping my foot still against her, I asked another question.
"Rika. You mentioned before that you used to masturbate while thinking of me, didn't you?"
When she was confined in the brothel, that must have been the only thing left for her to do. Masturbating while recalling the memories of her humiliation. Perhaps that was why she had become such a pervert, and why she had developed such deep feelings for me. All those hours spent thinking of nothing but me and the pleasure I gave her. If the effects of the Hypnotic Incense still hadn't faded, it might be because my existence had become inextricably woven into the very fabric of her being.
"...Yes... I am sorry. How dare I... ngh... think of the Princess... in such a way..."
A dog using her master as masturbation material. Rika's voice was heavy, as if she were bracing herself for a severe punishment. But I had no intention of scolding her for that. What I truly wanted to ask was something else.
"No, that is fine. Then let me ask you one more thing. Before you met me, did you ever masturbate while thinking of your Mother?"
"...Ah..."
Rika gasped. Her failure to answer immediately was as good as a confession.
"...I... I have..."
Just as I thought. I had always suspected their relationship was more than that of a simple lord and vassal. Something far closer, like flesh and blood. At least, Carmel must have thought so. But Rika's case was slightly different. The way Rika looked at Carmel contained impurities other than mere loyalty. In fact, it might not have been loyalty at all.
"What exactly did you imagine?"
Rika swallowed hard, terrified. It must have felt like sharing memories of an ex in front of a current lover.
"L-Lady Carmel... kissing me gently... or... rubbing our naked bodies together in bed... I imagined... things like that..."
How honest. Though her voice was thick with the fear of abandonment, her confession was completely truthful. Had she lied, I would not have forgiven her. I stood up from my chair. I could feel her anxiety spiking. Walking around to her front, I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. Gently, as if to sweep away her fears.
"Like this?"
With wide eyes, Rika nodded fervently.