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“...He's handsome.”
He was asleep.
Beatrix smiled as she gazed at Albert, who had fallen asleep after thoroughly pouring out his seed.
That boldness of his, daring to demand her for himself. The powerful thrusts of his hips and the cock that had driven the point home until she accepted it. She had thought him merely unusual for looking rather cute—yet he had been hiding something truly monstrous inside.
Hnnngh...! Yes... I'll give it... I'll give it to you...!
Beatrix's cheeks burned hot. The memory of swearing over and over that she would give herself to him came flooding back.
A first time was always special, for man or woman, but hers had been special beyond measure. Hotter than the flames of war, and she could proudly say it had sparkled more fiercely than any star.
“So cheeky.”
Beatrix poked Albert's cheek with her finger. She looked half sulky, half embarrassed.
His moans were so loud that anyone nearby must have noticed...
Drunk on the unfamiliar sensation of being overwhelmed by a male, she had screamed out cries that bordered on shrieks. Anyone passing in the corridor would have heard them whether they wanted to or not.
She savored the lingering afterglow of that animalistic sex and let out a soft moan. The urine and love juices she had sprayed, the massive amounts of cum Albert had pumped out again and again, and the sweat that had poured from both their bodies as they tangled together—all of it mixed into a thick, heavy scent that filled the room.
Beatrix threw on the dress she had tossed carelessly to the floor and left the room. There was no bathroom here, so she had to return to her own chambers. Her hair was a mess, and streaks of semen clung to her body here and there; she looked thoroughly wrecked. Even so, she walked the corridor with her back straight, as if she felt not the slightest shame. If anything, the servants, maids, butlers, and knights who brushed past her seemed the ones cowed into submission.
The moment she returned to her room, Beatrix summoned several servants and issued orders.
“Go clean that room thoroughly. Wash that boy... no, him. Change his clothes as well.”
“Y-yes, Your Majesty...!”
“And prepare a change of clothes for me. Launder this one too.”
The hastily summoned servants bowed and scraped as they withdrew. Beatrix then roughly stripped off her soiled dress and stepped naked into the bathroom—alone, without a single attendant.
From now on, I'll have to summon him to my chambers.
She filled the tub with hot water while imagining the near future. At the same time she rinsed herself with the showerhead crafted jointly by dwarf artisans and mages. The bathtub that produced warm water when mana was channeled into it, the shower itself—these were luxuries only nobles like her, or the truly wealthy, could enjoy.
“Hnnngh...!”
As the warm water cascaded over her, Beatrix shuddered and moaned. The droplets soaking her curved body had brushed lightly against her clit, and the cum she had been holding in her belly began to leak out.
“Ah...”
Watching the semen drip down in thick strands, Beatrix let out a regretful little sound. She truly did feel it was a waste. Then she snapped back to herself and shook her head. The person she had become after a single night felt utterly alien. Only yesterday she would never have reacted like this over something so trivial.
“Haa...!”
She turned off the shower and sank into the tub filled with warm water. The heat seemed to melt away the accumulated fatigue. Strength drained naturally from her limbs. Even so, she kept her belly tensed without thinking—doing everything she could to keep the cum from escaping. Unconsciously. Warmth inside and out.
Beatrix stroked her lower abdomen with a graceful hand and smiled. How long had it been since she last smiled like this? Soaking there, her thoughts seemed to slip into the past.
Really... how long has it been?
Love at first sight? She had always dismissed it as something that only happened in novels, never in reality. Yet when that very reality struck her, all she could feel was astonishment.
If I stay any longer I'll actually fall asleep.
She dragged her reluctant body out of the tub. Even that simple act of climbing out demanded considerable willpower. The maids who had been waiting in the room hurried over and dried her. All of them were attendants who lived close by and assisted her daily. In this world such menial tasks were normally handled by men, but there were always exceptions—and the scene before her was one of them.
“We shall dress you, Your Majesty.”
“Please do.”
Beatrix closed her eyes, and the maids carefully slipped a dress onto her. Like the one she had worn yesterday, it was quite revealing.
“And him?”
When Beatrix slowly opened her eyes and asked, one of the maids answered as if she had been waiting for the question. No one present failed to understand that “him” meant Albert—at least not among the maids gathered here.
“He should be bathing and preparing himself.”
The sole reason they used honorifics for a mere commoner orphan was that he had begun to receive the queen's favor. How long that favor would last was anyone's guess, but as long as it continued they had to show proper respect.
“The ministers?”
“They are all assembled in the great hall.”
“Then I suppose I should head there first.”
Beatrix muttered in a voice laced with a sigh. She wanted nothing more than to go straight to the room where Albert was, but work came first. She was a tyrant, yet not so dissolute as to abandon her duties. The moment her preparations were finished she set off for the great hall. Silken hair fluttered behind her, and a pleasant floral fragrance rose from her skin.
“Her Majesty has arr—”
“Enough.”
The attendant guarding the doors of the great hall had not even finished the announcement before the doors swung open. Beatrix's hand was the cause; she had no desire to waste time on ceremony.
Inside stood a line of people in neat, expensive attire. Most were women; men were a tiny minority.
“I shall deliver the report.”
As Beatrix seated herself on the throne, a blonde woman nearby spoke. Dressed in a pure-white uniform, she was the finance minister of the East Kingdom. Projected tax revenues for the year, national projects—every sort of complicated information poured from her lips.
Beatrix kept a blank expression and said nothing. At a glance it looked as though she were letting it all go in one ear and out the other.
But in truth she's listening carefully to every word.
The finance minister had watched her predecessor get punished after falling for that very look. She therefore finished the entire report without relaxing her tension for a second.
“There will certainly be people skimming kickbacks from the projects. Overlook a few coins.”
“Yes. If they cross the line, I will have their heads at once.”
“Good.”
Fish do not live in water that is too pure. And most humans, when they see unattended money, want to take it. Beatrix knew that, so she turned a blind eye to pocket-money levels of embezzlement. The moment anyone stepped even a little over the line, however, she took their head. She always had, and she always would.
“Next.”
“Yes. The borders remain stable today. Current status of each unit and supply situation...”
After the white uniform came a woman in black. She was the one responsible for the nation's defense—roughly equivalent to a modern minister of defense. Money, the army, and various other minor details flowed into Beatrix's ears. Whenever an opinion was sought she answered without hesitation, sharp as a blade. Working under her was not entirely unpleasant for that reason. Orders were clear, so there was no need for second-guessing, and when someone raised the need to adjust timing she usually accepted it. Of course, the danger of losing one's head the moment one became an eyesore never went away. Most of those who had lost their heads had simply been stubborn fools or blinded by greed.
In less than a full hour the division of duties was finished. Once the ministers had all dispersed, Beatrix remained alone in the great hall. Now it was time to go to her office and sign the petty documents.
Ah.
Yes. That would work.
The moment she left the great hall Beatrix summoned a maid and gave an order.
“Bring him to the office.”
“Him” surely meant the man the queen had picked up—but why? The maid tilted her head inwardly yet obeyed without question. She never voiced “Why must I?” Out of place quibbling with the queen's orders was the same as begging to be killed. This was different from offering an opinion during official business.
By the time Beatrix had signed a few documents in the office, Albert carefully stepped inside. Unlike his earlier constant unease, he now looked fairly composed. Some might have thought he was taking the queen lightly, but to Beatrix it was only pleasing. If the man she had claimed kept cowering and keeping his distance, it would have soured her mood considerably. Lack of manners would have been another matter.
“You called for me?”
“Yeah. Sit.”
Beatrix's hand patted the chair she had prepared right beside her. Albert brushed past the maid who discreetly stepped aside and took the offered seat. The sweet scent and the soft, generous flesh immediately seized his gaze. The thought of having held that body made lust boil up.
“Um... are you feeling all right? Nothing hurts?”
Albert asked, carefully hiding any sign of how aroused he was.
“I'm fine. I'm healthy. You?”
“I'm strangely fine too. I thought I'd be limp all day.”
If one gathered all the cum he had poured out yesterday it might have filled a small glass bottle and then some. Albert still wondered how a person could produce that much semen—and feel refreshed afterward.
“Is that so? Good to hear you're fine.”
Beatrix signed the document in her hand and let out a short breath. Even while scanning papers and signing she could tell that Albert, sitting beside her, was sexually excited. She had only called him because she wanted him nearby. At this rate she would have to change her plans a little.
Beatrix's eyes flashed as she organized the stack of documents. At a glance it looked as though she were flipping through them carelessly, yet not a single paper was treated lightly. Of the ones she processed, thirty percent were rejected and twenty percent returned with notes for improvement.
Tap. Beatrix set down her pen with a deliberate click and called the maid waiting outside.
“I'm finished. Take these.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
As the maid gathered the bundle of documents and left the office, Beatrix's gaze turned to Albert.
“Are you hard?”
The blunt, unadorned question hit him head-on; Albert flushed in flustered embarrassment. Even after that intense first night he was still more shy than not. Once he started embracing women that would change in an instant, of course...
“Yes. I am.”
When Albert answered honestly, a smile curved Beatrix's lips.
“How much?”
“Um... quite a bit.”
“Interesting. It's rare for a man to be this eager.”
It was only natural. Men here were not without desire, but theirs was far weaker than women's. Albert nodded, acknowledging the truth of her words.
“Yes. But I... don't really know.”
“Do you want to do it right here?”
“To be honest... yes.”
“Then let's.”
Beatrix's finger tapped lightly on the desk. In that instant blue mana bloomed like a flower across the surface, then scattered in every direction like petals. Albert's eyes widened in wonder. It was somehow different from the magic he had occasionally seen—more ornate, and more precise.
“Is that magic?”
“Yes. I've made sure no sound will leak out.”
Beatrix nodded and reached out—toward Albert's cock, which was already beginning to fill with blood. Her fingers stroked and rubbed over his trousers; a small moan slipped from his lips. The teasing touch made him burn with impatience.
Beatrix spoke in a languid, almost whispering tone.
“From now on, if you want to hold me, just say so without hesitation.”
“Pardon? Is that really all right...?”
“You asked for me, and I accepted. So yes, it's all right. If you want something, speak freely.”
In fact, I hope you want even more.
Beatrix hid her wicked thoughts and answered as though she were doing him a favor. Albert taking the initiative was something she had longed for. After all, her own desire was strong as well.
“Then... please sit here.”
Albert's finger pointed to the top of the desk. Sit on the very desk where she conducted official business? Beatrix was briefly taken aback by the inexplicable request, then quickly grasped his intent.
“...Lewd.”
She withdrew the hand that had been teasing his cock and obediently perched on the edge of the desk. Then, as if to show him, she spread her legs and revealed her black underwear. The dress was open on one side, making it extremely easy to part her thighs.
I should try everything I've wanted to do.
Albert rose with dark intent, placed both hands on Beatrix's thighs, and brought his face between her widely opened legs.
“Hnnngh...!”
He caught the black panties in his mouth and pulled them aside, then lightly nipped the fully exposed clit. A thick gush of the cum that had been pooled inside her cunt came spilling out.