The Shangri-La of Flesh
"Ngh..." Carmel couldn't easily find her words. As if to betray her sheer embarrassment, the flush on her face only grew deeper. But she would have to make a choice. No matter how shameful and humiliating, it was better than losing everything. Besides, Carmel had already made several such 'deals' with me by now.
"T-there is one thing I must clarify. If... if I accept your terms... you must never mention that box or its contents to anyone ever again... You must promise me at least that much...!"
For Carmel, this was an absolute necessity. Without that assurance, I could pull out the box card whenever I pleased. It was also a testament to her belief that I always kept my word—especially when it came to a 'deal.' Well, though I did use a bit of a loophole back with Rika.
I nodded readily and smiled. "Of course, Mother. As long as you faithfully pay the 'price,' I won't raise any suspicions regarding that box. Will that suffice?"
"...Then, very well..."
"Have you firmly made up your mind? Which option will it be?"
"The... second option..."
Carmel's expression—a cocktail of resentment and the preemptive shame of imagining what was about to happen—was sweeter than the finest vintage. The sheer pleasure of it made my toes curl beneath the bedsheets.
"Splendid. Then first, would you please bare your breasts for me?"
"Ugh... N-ngh..."
The dress Carmel wore was a one-piece gown. However, the section from her neck to her chest was designed to be open, secured only by buttons and hooks that could easily be undone. Personally, I found it a bit of a shame. It would have been far more thrilling to see her completely naked. But I suppose Carmel could count herself lucky.
Carmel clenched her hands tightly over her thighs and cast a fleeting glance toward the door Shinia had just fled through. She was clearly terrified that someone else might walk in. But dragging her feet would only increase the chances of an intruder. Carmel knew this all too well. Steeling herself, she began to undo the buttons over her chest one by one.
The maids who usually dressed and undressed her without her lifting a single finger were nowhere to be found. Had it been Shinia, every button would have been undone in seconds, but Carmel's movements were clumsy to the extreme. Of course, I had to make allowances for her hands trembling with shame and anxiety.
"Would you like some help undressing, Mother?"
"I don't need it!"
Accepting my help would have saved time and gotten this over with quickly. Well, perhaps she had caught onto my ulterior motive of wanting to feel her up through the fabric. In any case, with trembling fingers, Carmel managed to undo the buttons of her dress and the ties of her undergarments. In stark contrast to her black gown, her pale flesh—her soft, bountiful, bare breasts—was laid completely open before my eyes.
Of course, I had already seen Carmel naked this morning. It was only for a brief moment while she was changing, so these breasts weren't the first bare ones I'd seen today. However, the quality of this viewing was on an entirely different level, to say nothing of the duration. Her shoulders, back, and the midriff just beneath her breasts remained covered by the elegant black gown. The design almost seemed tailored for a situation like this.
Well, since a queen's most vital duty in this kingdom was raising heirs, perhaps the design had been made with nursing in mind from the start. Or maybe it was meant for the king and queen's private, secret games. Regardless, with every other part of her body tightly wrapped up, only her breasts were exposed to the open air. It was a perfect setup, allowing me to focus entirely on her chest without any distractions.
For someone who had never even borne a child, her breasts were monstrously large and milky white... Trembling dynamically with her slightest movement, they teased my eyes. Moreover, crowning them were two pink, still-soft peaks. The thought of these lewd things becoming entirely mine sent a rush of uncontrollable excitement through me. Try as I might, a smirk crept onto my lips.
"J-just get it over with..."
Her voice was a trembling whisper, a far cry from her usual arrogant tone. I pushed myself up from the bed and made room for her. "Now, please sit here, Mother."
Still anxious, Carmel kept glancing toward the door as she sat on the edge of the bed. Using her thighs as a pillow, I laid my head down. The soft sensation of her thighs against the back of my head, and the view unfolding before my eyes... It was a Shangri-La of flesh. The two most beautiful mountain peaks in the world.
"Pardon me, Mother."
Considering the traditional nature of this act, Carmel should have been the one guiding her breast to my mouth, but in her current state, that seemed a bit too much to ask. I reached up myself, pulling her breast toward my lips. Her skin was soft and warm. It was a texture I wanted to caress forever. But this time, merely touching her with my hands wouldn't be enough.
Parting my lips before my mother's breast made me feel like a baby, which was slightly embarrassing. Though, of course, it was nothing compared to what Carmel must be feeling. First, I gently poked my tongue out to taste her nipple. The moment my tongue made contact, Carmel shuddered, letting out a sweet, breathless sound. "Hngh..."
Don't make such lewd noises, I thought, I'm already holding myself back as it is. Ignoring her reaction, I began to work my tongue in earnest. I swirled it around the soft peak, coating it in wet saliva. As I did, the nipple gradually began to harden.
I pulled away for a brief moment, looking up at Carmel. "Your nipple is getting hard, Mother."
"D-don't... describe every single thing... ngh... out loud...!"
Though she didn't make a single move to resist, her eyes remained defiant. It was a gaze that fought desperately against the peak of her humiliation and shame. I wanted to torment her until that rebellious look melted away completely. With that thought, I began to suckle her breast deeply. *Suck, suck, slurp, nngh—* I suckled at Carmel's breast as if I were a real infant, as if milk would eventually flow if I just kept nursing.
"Hngh... ah... n-ngh..."
Carmel's voice sounded nothing like a mother nursing her child. I'd be worried for her if she ever actually had a baby. Well, a real infant wouldn't relentlessly tease her nipple in such an obscene manner, anyway.
Spilling one lewd sound after another, Carmel was clearly feeling it. The moans escaping her lips and the twitching of her lower body beneath my head were proof enough. Well, it was only natural. The nipples are one of the human body's primary erogenous zones. I was stimulating that sensitive spot in a way that forced her to feel it—sometimes gently, sometimes intensely. When subjected to that, the human body has no choice but to succumb to pleasure, no matter how much the mind protests.
*Schlurp.* I let out a loud, deliberate wet sound as I pulled away once more. "My, Mother, could you please keep it down? At this rate, they'll hear you outside. Surely you don't want to be caught, do you?"
At my blatantly teasing words, Carmel glared down at me, her face a canvas of pleasure and shame. "D-don't be ridiculous... ngh... You're the one doing it like..."
"Doing it like what? What exactly do you mean?"
"Kh..."
Carmel shut her mouth, swallowing her resentment. I took it as a green light to continue.
"Now, let's try this side..."
I adjusted my position slightly, moving my mouth to her other breast. This nipple was already hard before I even touched it. The moment I swirled my tongue over the fresh peak, it happened.
"Ahhhnnngh...!"
A loud moan burst from Carmel's lips. Startled by her own voice, she instantly slapped a hand over her mouth. But clamping her hand down too late couldn't undo the sound that had already escaped.
*Knock, knock.* Along with the tapping on the door, the voice of one of the maids drifted in. "Um, Your Majesty, is everything alright? I thought I heard a scream just now..."
Her voice was timid. Having witnessed Shinia getting scolded earlier, she was likely too terrified to just barge in. Hearing the voice outside, Carmel's eyes shook. Pressed so closely against her, I could feel it clearly—Carmel was incredibly tense.
"I-it's nothing...! Go elsewhere..."
Her voice was frantic. To anyone listening, she sounded far from fine. Acting as if nothing were amiss, I sucked hard on Carmel's nipple.
"Mnh...!"
Carmel let out another moan, unable to hold it back. The maid outside the door definitely sensed that something was wrong.
"Are you unwell, Your Majesty? Perhaps..."
The doorknob began to turn. Just as the door was about to open, Carmel shrieked.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to enter?! Get the hell out of here this instant!"
"H-eek...! Y-yes, Your Majesty! I'm so sorry!"
The door, which had cracked open slightly, slammed shut, and the maid's terrified voice faded away. All the while, I continued to feast on Carmel's breasts at my leisure.
"Heheh, it seems you didn't want to be disturbed either, Mother. During our sweet time together..."
"Shut up... ngh..."
"A shame there's no sign of milk. I thought maybe, since you wield magic, Mother..."
"Haa... ngh... More of your crazy talk..."
Perhaps it was because of the sudden spike and release of tension? Carmel seemed to accept the pleasure far more easily now. Her posture, which had been stiff as if she were receiving a punishment, had relaxed, and she leaned back comfortably.
"Haa... ah... n-ngh..."
At the same time, the contempt in her eyes was gradually softening. In its place, something else seemed to be filling her gaze.
"H-how much longer... Surely this is enough..."
I hadn't set a time limit. It was Carmel's mistake for not asking, but I shouldn't push my luck too far. "Thirty more seconds. Count them down yourself, Mother."
Perhaps relieved that the end was in sight, Carmel obediently began the countdown. "Thirty... twenty-nine... twenty-eight..."
Instead of rushing through the numbers, she kept a steady rhythm close to actual seconds. She was probably terrified that I'd find fault with her count and make her start over.
Twenty seconds left. A precious, fleeting window of time. I worked my tongue vigorously, drawing her breast deep into my mouth. "Hngh... twenty-three... twenty-two... ah, ngh...! Twenty-one..."
As the intensity of my teasing increased, Carmel's body trembled more violently. Yet, her gaze remained locked onto mine as I nursed.
"Thirteen... mnngh... twelve... t-ten... hngh... eleven..."
Only ten seconds left. Perhaps because she knew it would all be over soon, Carmel's gaze seemed to lay her innermost feelings bare. The shameful truth that she was feeling pleasure from having her breasts suckled by me—her enemy, her stepdaughter.
"Five... haa, four... three... ngh... ah... two..."
I reached out and cupped her other breast. Carmel shuddered but did not pull away.
"One..."
The moment Carmel was about to utter the final number, I nipped the nipple in my mouth while simultaneously pinching and twisting the other erect peak between my thumb and forefinger.
"Ah...! N-ngh... Ahhh!"
Suddenly, Carmel's chest pressed hard against my face. In an involuntary reflex, she wrapped her arms tightly around me, pulling me close. Her frantic heartbeat and the tremors racking her entire body vibrated through her breasts and into me.
Oh, she completely came...
Carmel's ragged, post-orgasmic breathing echoed vividly in my ears. Like the aftershocks of a massive earthquake, her body continued to twitch and shudder from the tremors originating deep within her core.