The Sweet Taste of Submission
As if signaling her intent to yield to my every whim, Carmel submissively accepted my kiss. The sensation of our tongues rubbing together so intensely made my mind grow hazy with heat.
"Mnh... haah... slurp..."
I didn't know exactly how long it had been, but it felt as though we shared our tongues for an eternity. I wasn't the only one drowning in pleasure. Carmel, too, was expressing the ecstasy vibrating through her entire body—and her cunt. The more intense our kiss became, the tighter her wet folds clamped down on my fingers. She was soaking herself just from a kiss. Confirming this sent a thrilling jolt straight to my heart.
Yet, when I finally pulled my lips away, Carmel glared up at me with sharp, triangular eyes, a stark contrast to my own state of rapture. Her body's response was undeniable—the tight pressure clamping around my fingers and the slick moisture coating them proved it. But it seemed she was determined not to surrender her heart.
Actually, I preferred it this way. If Carmel had broken down and whimpered in submission right then and there, my excitement might have cooled. Her defiant glare only served to stoke my desire further. Stroking her inside, I leaned down and whispered into her ear in a wet, sultry voice.
"Fufu, you really are stubborn, Mother. Even though your cunt is dripping wet like this..."
"......"
Carmel's flushed face was painted with unmistakable pleasure. Yet, she remained silent, harboring a quiet, burning hostility. Honestly, I was already prepared to forgive her. For her provocations, and even for her attempt to assassinate me using Rika. Her body was more than valuable enough to pay that debt.
On the other hand, Carmel seemed to have no intention of forgiving me. Reducing her loyal subordinate, Rika, to such a pathetic state was an unforgivable sin in her eyes. It showed just how precious Rika was to her.
Even with those thoughts, I didn't feel the same surge of jealousy as before. I was much calmer now. After all, Carmel's body was completely under my control. With just a slight curl of my fingers, I could manipulate her state at will. I could push her to the brink, or tease her until she was desperate.
I engraved every single one of her reactions into my mind. Perhaps believing that letting out a moan would mean defeat, Carmel desperately tried to hold back her voice while my fingers ravaged her inside. Yet, the whimpers she failed to suppress leaked out as incredibly lewd sounds. It was an utterly obscene sight.
Rika, seemingly having forgotten that she should even resist, stared blankly at her master. She watched her lord endure shame and degradation all because she had been captured. Conscious of Rika's gaze, I whispered into Carmel's ear.
"Mother..."
Though I tried to hide it, my voice calling out to her was laced with sweetness and affection. Carmel glared at me with fierce eyes, as if my tone grated on her nerves.
"This has been incredibly fun, but I think it's about time we wrap things up. If I stay away from my room for too long, someone might notice... Fuhut."
At the word 'end,' a flicker of relief washed over Carmel's face. But ending it just like that would be far too boring.
"However, there is still one final hurdle. I am going to make you cum for real now, and you must not hold back your voice. If I hear even the slightest attempt to suppress it, I won't be the one playing with you next time—I'll call the actual prisoners."
"I-I understand..."
Not holding back her voice. It should have been an incredibly easy condition—if only she could cast aside her pride. Despite her defiant gaze, Carmel meekly accepted my terms. She likely believed that once she got through this, it would finally be over.
Pressing my body flush against hers, I thrust my fingers deep into her cunt.
"Haaah...! Hngh... nnh... ah... haaaah...!"
A torrent of moans burst forth like a dam releasing its floodgates. Was she joking? I was barely past the entrance. Just how desperately had she been holding back her voice until now? The lewd breaths tickling my ear made me want to let out similar sounds. With a racing heart, I pushed my fingers deeper inside her.
"Haa, aah, ngh... ahhn...! Ngh...!"
As the movements of my fingers grew more vigorous, the tempo of her moans quickened. Carmel was faithfully adhering to my condition not to hold back. It sounded as if she was trying to voice every single spark of pleasure the moment she felt it. Pressing firmly against the sensitive spot I had discovered earlier, I asked.
"This is where it feels best, isn't it, Mother? Come, answer me."
"N-ngh...! Y-yes... ahh... th-there... ngh...! I-I love it...!"
A candid Carmel was quite cute. Of course, it was a forced honesty, but still. Perhaps because she had unleashed her voice, Carmel seemed to be feeling it far more than before. She appeared to be winding herself up, her own lewd moans fueling her excitement. Her expression completely crumbled. Her body, pressed tight against mine, was burning hot. From her reactions and the state of her cunt, I knew she was right on the edge.
"Mother, you have to tell me properly when you're about to cum, okay?"
"Ngh... h-now... ah... right now...! I'm cumming...! Ah, ahhh...! Hngh...!"
Her disheveled black hair whipped around as she thrashed her head wildly. Carmel arched her back violently, as if trying to break free from the shackles. Inside her, the slick, fleshy walls clamped down hard on my fingers. The suction was so intense it felt as though she might swallow my hand whole. This was undoubtedly her greatest climax of the day. I watched Carmel lose herself to the orgasm, a sense of overwhelming triumph swelling within me.
Who could have ever imagined? The most noble woman in the kingdom, Queen Carmel herself, bound in chains in the depths of the Luistier Royal Palace dungeon, practically naked, driven out of her mind by the fingers of her stepdaughter, Princess Sera, coming over and over again. Even whispering such a tale as fiction would surely cost someone their head. Yet, this obscene spectacle before my eyes was entirely real. A situation that should have been impossible, orchestrated and directed entirely by my hand. I couldn't help but feel the ultimate sense of sadistic ecstasy.
With a feeling of utter satisfaction, I withdrew my fingers from Carmel's cunt. Aside from being slick with moisture, Sera's slender, white fingers looked far too delicate to be the instrument that had just thoroughly tormented the Queen. Panting softly as she rode the aftershocks of her climax, Carmel looked up at me, summoning the last vestiges of her willpower.
"With this... are you satisfied now...? Keep your promise. Release... Rika."
Hearing her plea, I turned my gaze to Rika. Tears were streaming from her eyes, which had grown quiet halfway through. Watching this spectacle must have been a soul-crushing ordeal for her. I stepped through the iron bars and walked over to Rika, removing the gag from her mouth.
"Lady Carmel...!"
Her voice burst forth with condensed emotion, sounding like the roar of a wounded beast.
"Why... why did you do that for me...? I wasn't... I wasn't subjected to anything...! Other than having some water splashed on me..."
Hearing Rika's voice, filled with guilt and regret for failing to protect her lord, Carmel froze in shock. Then, she immediately glared at me with terrifying intensity.
"Princess Sera, you...! You tricked me!"
"Believing it blindly without even verifying the facts is quite unlike you, Mother. Well, I suppose you were just that shaken."
At first, I had genuinely intended to throw Rika into a common cell with the other prisoners. That wouldn't have been a bad choice either. Considering what Rika meant to Carmel, it would have fueled Carmel's hostility toward me to the absolute limit. But just before putting that plan into action, I thought of a far more effective way to use Rika. It would take some time, but it would yield an overwhelmingly greater pleasure than simply consuming her as fuel for resentment. The bewilderment currently written on Carmel's face was merely an appetizer for that ecstasy.
The only reason Carmel had so readily accepted this humiliation was because of Rika. The moment she heard her subordinate was being violated by prisoners, her ability to make rational judgments must have shattered. Thus, Carmel seemed to feel an intense rage at the lie I had spun to create that illusion.
"You... Sera...! How dare you tell such a shameless lie...!"
Even stripped naked with her intimacy exposed, and still bound in chains, she could still glare at me like that—which was precisely Carmel's charm. Of course, in her current state, her gaze carried absolutely no intimidation. I replied with an easy smile.
"How strange, Mother. I thought you would be happy. To fly into such a rage upon learning that your precious subordinate wasn't brutally violated... Fuhu, you really are cruel, Mother."
"You...!"
I could hear Carmel grinding her teeth. But she soon suppressed her anger. Though wrapped in mockery, my words were undeniably true. Carmel seemed to recognize this as well.
"Fine... Now release Rika. In front of my eyes. You promised."
"I certainly intend to keep my promise. However, I never promised to release her this very instant, did I?"
"Are you playing with me? Using such childish wordplay..."
"No, realistically, it is impossible right now. This is the Royal Palace dungeon. Even if I release her here, she would immediately be captured and subjected to a formal investigation as a suspicious barbarian. If that happens, there will truly be no way to free her."
"Ugh..."
Carmel's face showed deep regret for her haste in accepting the deal without reviewing any of the conditions. Or rather, it looked less like self-reflection and more like she was cursing her own foolishness.
"Then what do you plan to do?"
"The condition I can offer is this: in two days, I will release her outside Lurie. After that, whether she returns to the north or follows your orders is entirely up to her."
"Lady Carmel..."
Carmel fell silent, staring intently at my face. There was no flaw in my logic. Even if she was dissatisfied, she was in no position to negotiate. Carmel had no choice but to nod.