The Tyrants' Solidarity Meeting - 7
When they opened their eyes while sharing vision, the overlapping landscapes left them dizzy.
That was precisely why the three sovereigns who had cast the spell kept their eyes shut. They lay side by side on a vast bed, taking in every sight that filled Beatrix's vision.
"No way!"
Wilhelmina, sandwiched between Kristia and Maria, cried out in shock.
It was only natural. This was the first time she had ever laid eyes on a real penis — and a massive one at that.
"I couldn't believe it when you roughly sketched it with your hand… but it really is huge."
Maria chimed in, her mouth hanging open. Kristia shared the same thought and simply stayed silent.
But then even more shocking scenes unfolded one after another, and none of them could close their mouths.
Beatrix, swallowing that enormous cock and turning into a heat-crazed female. The torrent of semen pouring out so heavily it seemed her womb might burst. The lewd way she thrust her hips back, taking her male in doggy style. The way they mixed tongues and bodies while standing in the bathroom, thick with soap suds. The pure delight on her face when her rear was spanked — not anger, only pleasure…
"Hnn! How is anyone supposed to hold back… watching something like that?"
As hours of animalistic mating dragged on, Wilhelmina was the first to mutter in a voice thick with heat. Eyes still closed, she brought a hand between her legs and began to stroke her thoroughly soaked sex.
Like Beatrix, she was a virgin — yet her sexual knowledge was extensive. So was her experience with masturbation.
"How… could something this shameless…"
Aroused all the more because of it, Kristia followed suit, and then Maria too began frantically scratching and thrusting into her greedy sex. The excitement climbed higher and higher, sticky love juices clinging to their fingers.
"Hnn… haah…!"
Without exception, they poured out sweet moans as they lost themselves in it. Moments came when they climaxed with both legs stretched out to their toes — again and again, until morning arrived.
To think we'd masturbate this insanely…
Kristia's gaze fell on her roughly lowered pants and the crotch of her panties pushed slightly aside.
"Ah… I thought I was going to die."
Wilhelmina opened her eyes and slowly sat up. Her waist trembled from climaxing so many times she couldn't count them on her fingers. Maria and Kristia were no different. Even as they straightened their disheveled clothes, they moaned with flushed cheeks.
All of them had cut off the shared vision, so everything looked sharp and clear again.
"Let's clean this up first."
Snap!
When Maria flicked her fingers, the thoroughly soaked bed became fluffy and fresh as new. The dark stains vanished, and the room heavy with female scent was cleared away.
"Pardon me."
Knock knock.
As if on cue, a servant knocked on the door.
"Yes. What is it?"
When Maria slowly rose from the bed and asked, a maidservant replied.
"Her Majesty wishes to see you. If it would be convenient, she asks that you be brought to the rear garden…"
"The rear garden. Understood. We'll go ourselves, so please withdraw."
"Yes, pardon the intrusion."
As the footsteps outside the door faded into the distance, Maria spoke while looking at the doorknob.
"You heard her? Let's go right away."
"Mm… we should."
While Kristia finished straightening her clothes one last time, Wilhelmina roughly pushed back her hair and smiled.
So she still has stamina left even after all that?
Royalty really was something else.
Wilhelmina followed the backs of the two women who took the lead toward the rear garden. As they passed through the corridor, servants, maidservants, and even high-ranking officials hastily stepped back against the walls and bowed their heads — lest they catch the eye and lose their necks.
"Sit."
When they reached the rear garden terrace table, Beatrix, who had already taken her seat, greeted them. The three women sat without a word in the seats matching their respective directions.
Yet even after sitting down, no one opened their mouth. They merely sipped at the tea the maidservants had brought.
Amid that awkward silence, Beatrix's lips finally parted.
"I showed you what you wanted. You each have work to do, so go back now."
The words that emerged after the silence were a dismissal. Kristia set down her teacup and answered. There was no sign of displeasure. As Beatrix said, they had stayed too long.
"You're right. For all the sovereigns to linger in one place this long… it's not as though we're each vacationing in our own domains."
Albert's penis still flickered before her eyes, but she couldn't abandon her post. Neither Maria nor Wilhelmina was an exception.
"She's not wrong. We have been here a while."
Wilhelmina muttered in a regretful voice. She still hadn't recovered from the shock of that massive cock. Because of that, she almost let slip something she shouldn't say — something like, wouldn't it be fine if I got a taste of your husband's cock too.
"Stop."
But fortunately, Maria, sensing that, covered Wilhelmina's lips. No matter how desperate she was, that wasn't something to say in front of newlyweds. It was hardly different from openly declaring war.
"Yes. Thanks to you, it was fun. We'll be going now."
"Alright. I won't see you off. Albert won't come out either. I've already told him."
"Understood."
Not properly entertaining state guests was rude, but the three women thought it was fine. They had treated each other as lukewarm leftovers more than a few times before.
While Beatrix's hand reached for the teacup on the table, the other three sovereigns rose at once and left their seats. They summoned the envoys staying at the Royal Palace and hurriedly prepared to depart, but—
"Everyone go separately. We will leave through the Tower of Reconciliation on our own."
The envoys had to leave the palace without their sovereigns aboard.
"To the tower? Do you still have something to say?"
In front of the Royal Palace, Kristia tilted her head with her arms crossed.
"Yes. Let's talk once we get there."
Just what was she planning to say? Wilhelmina chased after Maria, who had already left for the Tower of Reconciliation first.
Just as Maria had done, blue mana swirled around the two women's bodies. And the moment that blue mana scattered and melted away like a gentle breeze in every direction, all three stood with their feet planted on the first floor of the Tower of Reconciliation.
Maria, who had entered first, opened her mouth.
"I'll ask you straight. Who wants to fuck him?"
"…What?"
At the sudden question, Wilhelmina frowned as if she couldn't believe her ears.
"I thought it was something urgent… this is ridiculous."
"Ridiculous? It would have been far more ridiculous if you'd opened your mouth back there."
When Maria pointed out what Wilhelmina had almost blurted out, Wilhelmina flinched and shut her mouth.
"If you're asking whether I want to fuck him… well. It's true my curiosity has been greatly stirred."
Kristia raised her hand in agreement. Maria also casually raised her right hand, revealing her desire.
"…Tsk!"
Under the pointed gazes of the two women with their hands raised, Wilhelmina reluctantly raised hers as well. It didn't sit entirely well, feeling as though she was laying her insides completely bare.
"If I'd known it would be like this, I should have shared the sensations too."
But once she had spilled her true feelings, Wilhelmina was the first to reveal her lewd desire — that she wanted to fuck someone else's husband like an animal.
"That would only have made it more frustrating. Your cunt empty with no cock in it, yet feeling everything as if it were real."
"…Yeah. You're not wrong."
Wilhelmina sighed regretfully and crossed her arms. It might have felt good at the time, but the emptiness once the act was over would clearly have been immense.
"I agree with wanting to fuck him. But Beatrix clearly won't lend that man out willingly. We'd be the same if we were in her position."
Delicious things, one wants to keep and eat alone. That was the same for Kristia who said it, and for Maria and Wilhelmina who listened quietly. Maria nodded, affirming that was correct.
"You're right. If we were in Beatrix's position, we would have done the same. Obsess over him, treasure him, and keep him as the man only we get to fuck."
Madness. The depraved madness of wanting to fuck another person's — a sovereign's — man was eating away at them. They knew it was wrong, yet they couldn't stop. If they had been ordinary people, they would have given up and closed their hearts long ago. But because they were sovereigns who could almost reach him just by stretching out a hand, it was hard to let go — like that handful of hope glimpsed at a gambling table.
Ahem. Maria cleared her throat and snapped the two women out of their fantasies.
"Anyway, we need to make our position clear first. We're not asking to take him. We're asking to get a taste from time to time."
"Mm. No matter how crazy we are, we shouldn't go that far."
"Stating the obvious. But do you have some brilliant plan?"
"No."
She had cut off the lengthy preamble only to say she had no plan. Kristia and Wilhelmina stared at Maria with hollow eyes.
"None? Then why talk as if you have something?"
"Just because there's none doesn't mean we give up. We… no. I want to fuck that man no matter what it takes."
When Maria's eyes sparkled with desperation, the two women nodded in agreement as well.
"Same here. Honestly, where else would we find a man like that?"
"Only that girl is so unfair. They say luck is a virtue of a sovereign, but she's just too lucky. Makes me jealous."
"Right? If I'd known, I should have made a man-sharing oath beforehand."
If any of them got a man, they would share him and fuck him together. Maria felt the belated regret, but it was far too late. Only the emptiness grew larger because of it.
Tap, tap. Kristia lightly tapped the floor with her toe as she spoke.
"I understand Maria's intent well. You wanted us to gather here, confirm each other's wills, and put our heads together to devise a method."
"Yes. Exactly."
"Mm. And the fact that we have no suitable plan at this very moment is also reality. So first we must devise a way to stay in close contact."
"This isn't even a war. Aren't you being too serious?"
When Wilhelmina snorted a laugh, Kristia slowly shook her head. Her expression remained stiff.
"To fuck that man, and ultimately open Beatrix's heart so we can share him. That process is no exaggeration to call a war. Am I wrong?"
"Uh… yeah. You're right."
Not "you're kinda right" but actually right. Wilhelmina swallowed her trailing words and showed her agreement.
"Having a fine man at your side and fucking him over and over is a woman's great happiness. And when the man who can fill that happiness is right before your eyes, how could you give up? Even if he's someone else's man, you have to devour him."
A lewd cast settled heavily over Maria's face. And when her lips curved into an arc, she looked thoroughly wicked.
"Eating him while maintaining balance. That'll be difficult."
"Difficult, but it might resolve surprisingly easily. Think too complicatedly and you'll only be swallowed by a swamp of thoughts."
Kristia lightly patted Wilhelmina's shoulder and smiled, as if telling her not to worry too much.
Wanting to fill their wombs full of cock juice. Wanting to climax as a fat glans pierced their cervical mouths. Only thoughts of Albert's penis filled the three women's minds.
"It seems we'll need to come to the Tower of Reconciliation every day for a while… what do you two think?"
Through close exchange, deepen their bond and devise a plan. When Kristia proposed that, the two women expressed no objection.
"Sounds good."
"I like it too."
"Mm. Then let's do that starting tomorrow."
"Shall we leave it here for today?"
Though they had no proper plan, they found meaning in uniting their wills. All three women agreed.
"Let's do that. And the time…?"
"From tomorrow, meet briefly after dinner. None of us has work around that time, right?"
"Yes. Good. If something truly urgent comes up, I'll leave a separate note."
They prepared even for unexpected contingencies, then each returned to where they needed to be.
A gathering to fuck Albert.
The moment the Albert-Eating Club was formed.