A Deep, Sticky Kiss
A deep, sticky kiss. I persistently coated the inside of Carmel's mouth with my saliva, as if branding her as my own. I had kissed Carmel countless times before, but this one was special. This was a kiss of oath, sealing Carmel's promise to become my wife. Of course, that didn't mean anything would change immediately. If anything changed, it was simply Carmel's mindset. Carmel had accepted this condition of her own free will. That was an indelible fact. From now on, every time she was violated by me, she would be forced to remember that she was my wife.
"Haaah..." Our intertwined tongues parted, stretching a thin thread of saliva between our lips. Now, it was time to truly play with Carmel's body. Today was the first day of the week-long feast of humiliation, and I intended to taste every single inch of her. Suspended in the air, Carmel's body was mesmerizing from every angle. I slid my outstretched tongue directly against the nape of her neck.
"Ah..." She tasted slightly salty. Hanging like this must have been quite exhausting for her. Yet, I loved that taste. I loved it enough to want to savor it over and over again. My tongue traced a path from her neck to her earlobe, then slipped inside her ear, moving continuously. I drank in Carmel's taste and scent. As I did, a slow, burning arousal began to build within me as well.
"Rika, raise Mother's arms."
"Yes, Princess." The wall where Rika stood was lined with several levers. As she pulled a few of them, Carmel's arms, which had been bound behind her back, were drawn up toward the ceiling. Her hidden armpits were now completely exposed. I buried my face in them and began to lick them thoroughly.
"...Ngh..." The scent and taste were much stronger here than before. But it didn't disgust me at all. If anything, it felt like a rich, savory flavor. Carmel, however, seemed to be dying of shame. Only after I had licked both of her armpits clean did I finally pull my face away. Carmel's breathing had grown incredibly ragged.
My eyes took in her lewd body, my ears filled with her heavy gasps, and my skin felt our shared warmth. Having tasted and smelled her directly, all five of my senses were now thoroughly drenched in Carmel. Could there be any luxury greater than this? It was a contradictory sensation—feeling utterly satisfied yet craving her even more.
My eyes locked onto my next target: her large, defenseless breasts swaying in the air. I grabbed Carmel's breasts, parting them to either side. Then, I buried my face in the cleavage between them and took a deep breath. For some reason, a sweeter scent was mixed in here compared to the other places. It was a familiar fragrance. It was none other than the sweet aroma of breast milk. Was the lingering effect of forcing her to lactate still remaining in her body? Recalling that memory, I began to lick Carmel's cleavage from the very bottom.
"Mnh, ah..." Rubbing her already-swollen nipples with my fingers, I indulged in the depths of Carmel's breasts. Every time Carmel shuddered from the stimulation of her nipples, her breasts bounced and brushed against my face. It was a blissfully welcome collision. Though the scent remained, I couldn't actually taste any sweetness of milk. It was a bit of a shame.
The travel bag I had brought from the royal capital contained all kinds of toys and tools for humiliation that I had used so far. Among them was the Breast Enhancement Potion, still half-full. If I wanted to, I could easily force Carmel to lactate again and suck her dry. For thirty whole minutes, I could even employ a breast pump to squeeze out every last drop her body could produce. But there was no need to rush. This was only the first day of our week of torment. I could take my time.
I moved up from her cleavage to the peaks. Though no milk came out, her nipples, concentrated with that sweet scent, looked incredibly delicious. I sucked on them in a highly lewd manner. A moan drenched in pleasure escaped Carmel's lips.
"Haa, ngh... ah..." Having been teased by my fingers earlier, Carmel's pussy was already soaking wet. Several streams of fluid were racing down her thighs, tracing wet paths along her skin. I lowered my posture and brought my tongue to her thigh. As I swept up the dripping droplets with my tongue, an intense flavor burst over my taste buds. The subtle taste of Carmel that I had sensed while licking her skin exploded in my mouth all at once.
"Haa... Mother..." The pussy right before my eyes twitched in response to my voice. I parted her folds with my fingers and blew a warm breath over her.
"Ah...!" I watched her inner flesh shudder violently. Without hesitation, I plunged my tongue straight inside. Then, I began to move it wildly—sometimes softly, sometimes firm and unyielding.
"Ngh, ah...! Haaah...! Sera... ah...!" The stimulation Carmel felt seemed far more intense than what she had experienced up top. Well, that was only natural. Aside from her nipples, there was no erogenous zone as sensitive as her clit and vagina. It would be stranger if she didn't feel anything while having it licked directly. Even so, Carmel's pussy was far more sensitive than usual. Was she aroused from having every inch of her body meticulously licked? Or did she actually find pleasure in this situation of complete defeat? Perhaps it was both.
"Haaah... I'm, I'm coming... ah, ngh...! I'm coming...!" Declaring her climax, Carmel's walls clamped down in a powerful spasm. The chains binding her thrashing body rattled loudly. Carmel's orgasm lasted much longer than usual. Even as she peaked, I didn't stop my tongue. Driven by the relentless stimulation in the midst of her climax, Carmel began to come all over again.
"Haaah...! Oh, god! W-Wait... ngh...! I keep... coming... ah, ngggh...!" I counted at least five times. Carmel herself probably couldn't keep track of the exact number. Just trying to survive the relentless onslaught of orgasms must have pushed her to her absolute limit. The fine trembling in her thighs wouldn't stop. Ragged gasps constantly leaked from her parted lips. Her pussy was a complete mess. Carmel was showing, with her entire body, the proof of her absolute defeat by my tongue.
I stepped back for a moment and admired the sight with deep satisfaction. Bound in a pose that practically flaunted her depravity, Carmel, spent and trembling, was the ultimate piece of erotica—a true work of art. Her pale, pristine body rising and falling with deep gasps against the stark black chains. It was the finest form that could be sculpted from human flesh. If this wasn't art, then what was?
With one knee pulled upward, Carmel had no way to hide her thoroughly wrecked pussy. I could even see her anus twitching slightly past the swell of her buttocks. I called out to Rika, who was waiting in the background.
"Come over here, Rika."
"Yes, Princess." Rika stepped closer. Seeing Carmel's incredibly depraved state up close, a deep flush spread across Rika's face. Carmel, too, seemed to regain a sliver of her senses at the sight of Rika, even while drowning in waves of pleasure.
"Rika..." The way Carmel looked at Rika was still filled with a lingering, sorrowful affection. There wasn't a trace of resentment or blame for Rika's betrayal.
"...Open your mouth, Rika." Rika opened her mouth without a moment's hesitation. I pressed my lips to hers, transferring the lingering taste of Carmel in my mouth directly to Rika. In a rather fierce, demanding way.
"Haa, mnh..." "I wanted you to taste Mother as well. How is it, Rika?" "It tastes... incredibly lewd..." "...Ugh..." What must it feel like to have the taste of your own pussy evaluated by your former subordinate—the one person you cherished like a younger sister, the only one you truly opened your heart to? The look on Carmel's face as she watched us was more than enough to send a thrill of pure ecstasy through me.
"Fufu, excellent. Now, it's your turn to let Mother taste it. Let her taste the lewd flavor that came from her own body."
"Yes..." Following my command, Rika approached Carmel. She immediately kissed her, just as passionately as I had moments ago. Normally, watching Carmel kiss someone else would be intolerable, but with Rika, it was perfectly fine. After all, both Carmel and Rika belonged to me. Furthermore, Carmel's reaction to Rika was truly exquisite. The despair of being violated by the very subordinate who had been stolen from her—it was a unique delicacy that could never be savored in a private play session between just the two of us. And I was about to taste its very essence.
"Haa... Rika..." As she was kissed by Rika, tasting her own juices on her former knight's tongue, a single tear rolled down Carmel's cheek. Ah... Just watching that almost made me come. The sensation of tearing apart and playing with their twisted, broken relationship stimulated my dark desires immensely—far more than anything else usually did.
Their tongues parted. The expression on Carmel's face at that exact moment brought me a brand-new wave of ecstasy I had never experienced before. Perhaps using Rika to humiliate her would prove even more effective than I had anticipated. I immediately gave Rika another order.
"Strip off everything you're wearing, Rika."
"...Yes, Princess." Rika began to take off her armor piece by piece. Once the iron armor was removed, only her mercenary leather clothes remained. Rika stripped those off as well, followed by the simple undergarments beneath them.
"You're wet, Rika."
"...Yes. Watching the two of you, I couldn't help myself..."
"Fufu, no, I'm glad you're so aroused, Rika. Now, would you like to make Mother feel good? I'll leave the method up to you."
"Understood." Completely naked, Rika approached Carmel. She began to knead Carmel's breasts, just as I had done.
"Lady Carmel..." Perhaps Rika had fantasized about this all along. Back when she served as Carmel's subordinate, even while knowing she shouldn't, she must have constantly imagined violating this lewd body. Now that her fantasy had become reality, Rika wore a smile that looked remarkably like my own.
"You truly are such a depraved woman, Lady Carmel..."
"N-No...! This... it's not me... S-Sera... ah...!" As if refusing to listen to Carmel's excuses, Rika thrust three fingers deep into Carmel's pussy. She moved them boldly and roughly, as if finally unleashing a desire she had suppressed for far too long.