The Queen Was Devoured – Part 2
Gluck. Without realizing it, I swallowed hard. My face burned.
How had such a massive penis found its way onto that tiny body? It was a mystery.
And what of the sack itself? That region casually referred to as the balls by even the most delicate of men?
It looked at least three times larger than any man I had ever seen.
Is this all just a growth spurt?
Yet beneath that cruel, unblemished pink head was an almost innocent charm.
When I leaned in slightly, a filthy male scent wafted up—thick, musky, unmistakable.
Beatrix, the woman who once tormented male backsides in her youth, crawled across the bed on all fours and pressed her nose directly against the root of Albert’s cock.
As a queen and a woman, all sense of dignity had long since vanished.
This is… disgusting……
Sniffing. Even as I told myself it was disgusting, my nose stayed glued to that throbbing root, inhaling greedily.
It was more addictive than any perfume or scent I had ever known.
Why am I doing this?
I had only meant to touch it out of curiosity, but the pull grew deeper with every breath.
Beatrix was startled when she realized her tongue had slipped out on its own, but she had no intention of stopping.
No. She simply could not stop.
The flavor was perfect—salty, addictive, fresh.
She savored the lingering taste on her tongue and slowly dragged it upward along the shaft.
Up. Higher. Finally reaching the sensitive ridge behind the head.
Should I stop…? No.
If she was going to start, she would finish.
A strange mix of obligation and dominance surged through her.
A woman who couldn’t make a man feel this good was either unskilled or careless.
Beatrix wanted to prove she was none of those things. She flicked her tongue with deliberate skill.
The pink tongue wrapped around the head like a living snake, stroking with expert precision.
The texture was nothing like licking the shaft—subtle, slick, impossible to describe in words.
Ah…
She pulled back for a moment, stunned.
Transparent, sticky fluid leaked steadily from the tip of the cock.
Some called it cum. Others called it pre-cum.
She hesitated, then extended her tongue and tasted the clear, viscous trickle running down the shaft.
Stronger and more intense than the cock’s own scent. It made her tongue tighten involuntarily.
It was almost violent, yet she found it delicious.
She even brought her lips forward to press a gentle kiss against the swollen head.
The thick, footy-smelling, filthy fluid left a mark on her lips.
Her instincts told her this cock was utterly lovable.
Ah…
Without thinking, she kissed the tip again, revealing how much she desired and obsessed over him.
Still kissing, she continued tormenting the head. Then she reached lower and began stroking the full length with both hands.
Her left hand glided up and down the shaft while her right cupped and fondled the heavy balls, coaxing out every drop of seed.
It looked like the work of a seasoned courtesan, but she was a virgin.
She was simply following raw instinct.
If Albert could see this, he would surely label her a sex genius.
Clench! The cock Albert had been stroking finally began to throb.
The balls tightened and relaxed, unloading thick ropes of cum that kept coming and coming.
Forever. Endless.
She had known it was coming when the shaft started to tremble, but she chose to stay.
Beatrix stubbornly refused to pull away. She gulped down every last spurt that threatened to spill.
Her throat stretched wide to take it, and the pleasure made her body burn hotter and hotter.
Her thighs felt soaked beneath her dress, and her nipples—hidden beneath fabric—had stiffened into hard peaks.
Even in terms of sheer hardness, it wasn't inferior to Albert's cock.
Haaah…!
The long climax ended. Beatrix let out a long, satisfied sigh.
Her expression was hazy, lost in the sweet afterglow, proof that she was completely drunk on cum.
Uh-guh…?!
Without meaning to, she cleared her throat, the salty scent of cum filling her mouth.
Beatrix’s eyes widened in shock.
It felt like an earthquake had ripped through her.
The moment the filthy smell she had inhaled began to exit through her mouth, her pussy clenched.
This is impossible…
She hadn’t even masturbated. She had only reached climax from a few drops of cum.
She was terrified of her own lewdness and yet strangely excited.
She could slip out of the room now and pretend nothing happened.
She could return to her chambers, lock the door, and touch herself while reliving every sensation—the sticky cum, the smell, the rock-hard shaft pressing inside her.
But.
Even after such a long orgasm, Albert’s cock was still rock-hard.
He kept twitching, desperate to flood her again.
Did he really want more?
Now?
Yes… a queen should have experience. Knowledge alone is not enough.
Even the other queens who ruled three different lands were still virgins.
There were queens who had never taken a man into their bodies, even after marriage.
Yet their desire was…
This is not it.
Politics could wait.
Beatrix shook off the sudden urge to think about state matters and refocused entirely on Albert’s cock.
She had searched every corner of the continent and found no such magnificent thing.
If something this perfect had appeared in this kingdom, it was only right that she, as queen, claimed it as her own.
She rationalized it to herself and slowly rose, her hips lowering.
In this world, sex was usually woman-on-top, with the man beneath.
Occasionally the man would thrust up, but it was extremely rare.
Almost as rare as seeing it in books.
It’s too big.
A new thought flashed through her mind.
Albert’s cock was so long and thick that she would need to hunch over to even fit it.
Most people said a slight tilt would be enough.
But… if a royal virgin is to be broken, it should be this big.
I am the only one who deserves to taste this cock.
Beatrix’s hips lowered slowly, inch by inch.
Ah.
The pain was bearable, but too much would ruin the pleasure.
She quickly summoned mana and etched a glowing rune on her lower belly.
Beatrix was both ruler and a mage who wielded Blade Authority.
Perfect.
After casting the calming spell, she slammed her hips down in one swift motion.
The sound of something tearing echoed through the room.
Blood from her lost virginity soaked the shaft, then spilled out around her entrance.
Oooh…!
Beatrix furrowed her brows and moaned.
Even with the mana easing the pain, it still hurt.
But the pleasure of that thick cock stretching her open far outweighed it.
She arched her back like an animal, letting out raw, bestial sounds.
Her body tensed from the mix of pain and pleasure.
Beatrix rubbed her lower belly, which had swollen noticeably, while moaning in ecstasy.
Her thighs and hips were so full and soft they squished against Albert’s legs.
Her large breasts swayed heavily with every movement, sometimes slapping loudly together.
Sweat droplets flew from the valley of her cleavage.
Hah…! Ahh…
She was too lost in milking every drop of cum to even notice when Albert’s eyes opened.
The sheer pleasure had lifted her head.
Hm?
His heavy legs felt strange, yet he forced his eyes open.
What… was happening?
Why was Beatrix riding him, grinding her hips?
Albert was utterly confused, but the overwhelming pleasure kept him from reacting.
The tight, wet, warm grip felt like floating in a hot bath.
Each different sensation stroked his cock with care.
The sight was hypnotic.
The soft, sweaty thighs looked delicious enough to eat.
Her massive breasts bounced without a single wrinkle, pulling him into a trance.
The damp dress clung transparently in the moonlight.
But for just a moment he enjoyed the view.
Albert couldn’t hold back and let out a pained groan.
It wasn’t pain—it was the overwhelming urge to cum.
Ugh…!
Clench! Thick ropes of cum erupted like a powerful piss, flooding straight into her womb.
The head pressed hard against her cervix.
Her stomach tightened in a perfect circle, her uterus opening and swallowing every warm spurt.
Beatrix’s body accepted him as the superior mate.
Oooh…
Still making animal sounds, she slowly lowered her head until her forehead pressed against his chest.
Stars exploded behind her eyes.
If she had been a machine, her insides would have melted and broken.
Only after savoring the afterglow for a long time did their eyes finally meet.
Beatrix let out a dazed breath and opened her eyes wide.
Eh…?
Albert was awake, staring straight at her.
His hair was completely white now. What should she do?
First… I have to get out of here.
The only thought driving her was to escape.
She tried to lift her hips and pull the cock still buried inside her from her body.
Don’t go.
The moment Albert’s hand wrapped around her wrist.
Beatrix froze in place.
Albert’s mind cleared instantly.
He could not let her leave now.
He had felt it instinctively, but the next step was the real problem.
What should he say?
He studied Beatrix’s bewildered eyes and fell into deep thought.
Ten seconds passed like an hour.
Your Majesty.
Eh… what?
Albert called out softly.
Beatrix answered in a panicked voice, waiting for whatever came next.
Her clever mind had completely frozen.
Your Majesty, you said you would give me whatever I wanted, right?
Eh… yeah. I did say that. But why are you asking now…?
Beatrix asked, still confused.
Albert answered as if he had been waiting.
Then give me the queen. Not her power. You. The queen herself.
Me.
Beatrix’s eyes widened in shock.
Another wave of confusion crashed over her.
Albert took the opening and pressed his hips up hard.
He had already pumped out so much cum twice.
Yet his cock showed no signs of softening.
Hah…!
The cock still buried deep inside her twitched, and Beatrix let out a small cry.
Her walls and cervix were being teased so perfectly that her body trembled.
Yes. Let’s fight.
Albert’s eyes flashed with sharp intensity.
Your Majesty made my cock angry, so you must take responsibility for it. And…
He let his sentence trail off, then slowly rose, still connected.
The world of the game hadn’t changed anything. The settings remained the same.
But I don’t like being the one who’s dominated. This is the perfect chance to take control.
To properly chew and swallow this rolling tide of meat, I have to flip the script.
Albert finished his short calculation and firmly squeezed Beatrix’s large breasts.
The moment his rough hands touched her, Beatrix moaned again—pure pleasure, no pain.
Then I’ll enjoy it properly.
Aaaah.
Albert opened his mouth wide and took a large bite of Beatrix’s sweat-slicked breasts.
Pu-shut!
Hot, thick cum flooded his lower abdomen.
Beatrix’s second orgasm.
At the same time, her masochistic tendencies reversed completely.