Lord Balthazar (3) - Put It in Other Places Too (?)
Lord Balthazar (3) - Put it in other places too (?)
Late at night, in the finest guest room of the Lord's castle.
"Ah- this is so nice."
Rose threw her body onto the cloud-like soft bed.
She stroked down the flowing silk pajamas she was wearing.
The smooth sensation touching her skin and the subtly wafting luxurious rose scent.
Thinking of her camping life, precariously sleeping curled up on trees in the forest, even Waldman's mansion, who was a wealthy man, had been so luxurious it made her shrink back.
But the hospitality of a true noble, the Lord, was incomparable to that.
'Lord Balthazar... maybe he's a better person than I thought?'
Not only his utmost hospitality towards her,
but recalling what he said about 'the path of a good Lord' with a serious expression,
her bad prejudice towards him seemed to be diluted a little.
...Yes, that must have been it.
If she hadn't heard that crazy proposal after dinner.
- Ahem... Rose-yang. I'm going to spend a hot night with Risolde tonight, you see.
- ??......Yes... and...?
- If you're interested, how about spending the night in the same room with us? Ah, don't misunderstand! I won't lay a finger on you to keep my firm promise with Lucian. If you just stay by our side... Hmm, just the thought alone is very... ecstatic...
- ......
Rose, with the utmost contempt and disgust she could muster,
rising from the depths of her heart,
glared at the old Lord as if he were a bug.
But that cold gaze, on the contrary-
- Ahh...! Yes, that very look! That haughty look that treats me like trash! It's truly unbearable. Rose-yang, please, my proposal, definitely...!
In the end, Rose fled as if running out of the dining room and had to hide in her guest room.
"Ugh... that crazy old pervert."
Rolling around on the bed, as she recalled that sticky voice, goosebumps rose on her arms again.
Yet, at the same time, another thought came to mind-
Even a lecher so mad with Lust to that extent was afraid of Lucian, couldn't lay a finger on her, and was flustered by that fact.
'Lucian....'
As she thought of him, the goosebumps that had risen from fear slowly began to turn into a different kind of heat.
The man who saved her.
Her Lord, who made arrangements in unseen places.
As she recalled his firm embrace and his gentle voice, her lustful body began to react.
"Haa...."
Rose's breathing trembled faintly.
[ Swoosh- ]
She lifted the hem of her silk pajamas,
and slowly stroked upwards her thighs, heated with arousal.
'Now that I think about it, here...'
It's different from the forest or cave where she had to hold her breath, not knowing when a monster might pop out.
This place now is perfectly safe, undisturbed by anyone, because it's a spacious and luxurious guest room in the Lord's castle.
Rose, who had always masturbated in secret places, holding her breath, as if being chased by something,
decided to be a little bolder today.
"Lucian..."
She ended up calling out his name loud.
She herself hadn't expected that wet voice, and flinched for a moment, but soon, recalling her earlier resolve, she continued her transgression.
"Lucian... I... I'm already this wet... Please, put it in now...!"
With a feverish voice, she murmured.
As if Lucian were actually penetrating her,
she brought her index and middle fingers together and pushed them into the deeply wet crevice of her valley.
"Ah... haaht... Deeper... a little more..."
Hanging on by herself, a self-responsive masturbation.
Her fingers pushed deeper and deeper, but.
No, this isn't enough. A little more-
Unable to be satisfied with just her slender fingers,
she reached out with her other hand and rubbed her swollen clit along with it, adding more stimulation.
[ Squish, squelch. ]
Fingers ceaselessly thrusting in and out of the hole.
Sticky nectar flowing down over it.
The squelching sounds of masturbation echoing throughout the quiet room.
"Haaah...!"
She couldn't even tell where simple pleasure ended and where the climax began.
Desiring only deeper arousal, Rose raised one hand and kneaded her breasts.
[ Squish- ]
Those elastic breasts that all men overtly stared at, drooled over, and tried to touch at least once.
She kneaded the top, bottom, and sides of her breasts as if to burst them, then pinched the pink nipples that had risen at their tips.
"Lucian... suck them... suck my breasts like crazy..."
With her lower breasts fully supported and lifted,
she raised her upper body.
With her own red lips, she took her nipple into her mouth.
[ Suck, slurp, pull ]
[ Squelch- squelch- squish- ]
Sucking her own nipple while thrusting into her hole with the other hand, a lewd posture.
The saliva escaping from her lips flowed down her breasts, and the love fluid wetting her fingers soaked the bed.
These are Lucian's lips, these are Lucian's cock...
Her mind flickered blank.
Becoming wildly aroused, she craved wildly.
Even as she fell into a swamp of pleasure, deeper than usual,
her body desired an even more intense pleasure than now.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Rose, removing the breast she was sucking and lifting her squelching fingers,
decided to be even bolder.
"Lucian... today... thrust into other places too..."
Spreading her legs wide and lifting them,
she put one hand down and spread her anus.
Reaching out with her other hand, she pushed her middle finger inside.
"Haaah!!"
It hurts- but it feels good- push it in more-
[ Push- ]
"Aaaahh...!!"
Lucian's finger is thrusting into my asshole-
He's watching my ruined self-
Digging into her own anus,
Rose, who was twisting her body this way and that in pleasure by herself,
finally.
Standing there, watching her ruined state.
"...."
Her eyes met with Risolde by the door.
"!!!!!!!!!"
What she could do,
at super speed, which ordinary people couldn't even see,
she pulled out her fingers and pulled the blanket over her head.
"......"
But Risolde, without any change in expression, simply walked in slowly.
"Ah, no...! Why, why are you in someone else's room without a sound...!"
"I knocked several times. There was no answer, but I heard moans like someone was in pain, and you looked unwell earlier, so I came in just in case."
"Th-then... since when were you standing there...?"
"Well. Since you asked Lucian to thrust into other places today?"
"Aaaaargh!!"
Rose pulled the blanket completely over her head and screamed.
Let's die. Let's just die.
Forgetting all the complicated worldly affairs, it would be better to just die.
But if I die.
Will the rumor spread that she committed suicide out of embarrassment after masturbating her asshole while calling Lucian's name alone?
"Aaaaargh!!"
A desperate scream again echoed from inside the blanket.
Risolde, unconcerned by the monstrous shriek, carelessly placed the luggage she was holding onto the table.
"These are the equipment the Lord ordered. Leather greaves and boots, and a rapier embedded with a Mithril Core. It would be good to check them beforehand so you can go on the subjugation tomorrow."
"........"
Not flustered, nor mocking,
by Risolde's overly nonchalant voice.
Rose slightly lowered the blanket and peeked out with only her flushed face.
Looking closely, Risolde's cheeks, which were usually as cold as ice, were subtly flushed, and her breathing felt slightly rougher than usual.
'Earlier... the Lord said he would spend the night with Risolde.'
Did they already finish and come back?
Or was that just something he said to try and draw her in?
Is Risolde's flushed appearance now because she witnessed masturbation right before her eyes... and even anal masturbation?
If it's about witnessing, Rose had done it to the point of boredom today too.
Risolde sucking and licking the old Lord's genitals,
sitting on his lap and lewdly thrusting her hips.
'Right, I saw things like that right in front of me, so what? Masturbation is nothing.'
While masturbating, she called out Lucian's name-
and even while thrusting into her own asshole-
I shouldn't worry about such things.
As she thought comfortably, her mind finally calmed down.
As she recalled the lovemaking scene she had seen during the day,
Risolde's expressionless face, even while twisting her waist, also came to mind.
"Um... Risolde... do you love the Lord?"
At the sudden question, Risolde's hands, which were organizing her luggage, paused.
She slowly turned her head, stared intently at Rose, and asked back.
"Do you love Lucian, your Lord?"
"......!"
No, why are you asking that?
Just a moment ago, she had been calling out his name and struggling lewdly, and Risolde had seen it all.
"That's...."
Watching Rose avert her gaze with a flushed face, Risolde spoke calmly.
"I respect the Lord, am deeply grateful to him, and yes, I love him. Enough to discard my life for him at any time."
"But... earlier in the office... you didn't seem... very... happy... for someone doing... that... with a person they love."
If it were me, I wouldn't have been like that-
Indeed, not even with the real Lucian, but just with imagination, she couldn't keep her wits about her like this, so it was a natural thing to say.
"...Yes. That's right. The feelings I hold for the Lord are far from physical pleasure or arousal. Unlike you, that is."
"......I... not to the point of arousal..."
Risolde slowly approached and sat on the edge of the bed.
Reaching out a cold hand to Rose's bare shoulder exposed outside the blanket, she stroked it.
"Hmph...."
Rose's body, still not fully subsided from arousal, flinched and trembled slightly at that small touch.
Watching that reaction, a strange glint appeared in Risolde's eyes.
"What a truly honest and sensitive body... unlike mine."
Risolde's gaze drifted into the air.
"I am not from the Lumen Kingdom. From a small kingdom beyond the eastern border, I was part of its knight order.
One day, I went out on a Magical Beast subjugation and fell into a trap. All my comrades were horribly torn to death before my eyes... and I alone was captured."
"Ah..."
At the sudden confession, Rose's breath caught in her throat.
A beautiful female knight. Magical Beasts who deliberately didn't kill her but captured her.
The rest of the story was clear enough without hearing it, but.
Risolde did not stop.
"For an unknown, long period of time, I was their flesh toilet. Every single day, every single moment. It's a miracle I didn't die.
Then, just as my mind was completely breaking down... the one who swept them away and pulled me out of hell was Lord Balthazar-nim."
Risolde's voice was calm, but the depth of the wounds contained within it was immeasurable.
She slowly moved the hand she had placed on Rose's shoulder.
To her neck, stiff with tension.
And up to her cheeks, flushed red.
"The Lord took me in when I was dying and awakened me as a Guardian. But... after that day, I was as good as finished as a woman. Both my body and my mind..."
"Risolde... uhh..."
Risolde's hand moved a little higher,
she began to caress Rose's earlobe.
"It was also the Lord who healed me. Every night, he held me, trembling in fear, and carefully, very slowly, embraced my body.
After a long time passed, overcoming my wounds, when I first offered my body to him to give him even a little pleasure..."
Risolde leaned her body towards Rose.
Close enough for their breaths to touch.
"All my wounds were gone, but I felt nothing. When I was crying in misery, the Lord smiled. 'It's okay if you don't feel anything. I feel twice as good for your share, so that's enough,' he said.
So I willingly spread my legs. Even if I don't feel pleasure, if he finds joy within me, then that is my salvation."
Risolde's touch grew bolder and bolder.
She carefully pulled back Rose's blanket.
Revealed beneath it, she caressed the outline of her sweat-dampened breasts.
"Aah... wait...."
"I'm envious."
Across that expressionless face, a deep longing and pain flickered.
"I too... if only for just one time, if I could feel that ecstasy you feel again."
"Hmph..."
At the careless touch scratching her nipple, as Rose was about to let out a feverish moan, she remembered.
That this Guardian punished mercenaries who raped women very cruelly.
The calm expression she wore when she first entered the office, seeing the woman lewdly performing fellatio at Balthazar's feet.
Beneath her, when Balthazar, thrusting his hips, called Rose's name, the gaze that trembled ever so slightly above her expressionless face.
An impulse to do something for her arose.
In addition to that, a very slight desire to satisfy her own aroused body.
"...Perhaps, it might be possible."
Rose, pulling back the blanket, took Risolde's hand that was caressing her breast.
"I'll make you feel it too."
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