Establishing the Hierarchy - 4
The pieces were vulgar and lewd enough that only women obsessed with men would ever wear them — and yet, somehow, they still managed to look luxurious.
Beatrix studied the lingerie laid out on the table.
The tailors had delivered the finished work several days ahead of schedule.
"Does Albert like things like this?"
Beatrix asked, picking up the set that was meant for her.
Compared to ordinary undergarments, there was far too little fabric. They had been artfully made, true enough, but for a woman who had worn nothing but conventional lingerie her entire life, the designs were startling.
"Yes. I'd really like you to wear them."
The way his gaze burned with longing — or sheer lust — was a pleasure in itself. What she did not care for was the idea of him gifting the same things to the other monarchs. All the more so because she had specifically asked him to leave the two of them alone in the tower.
Albert's consideration and desire had, without meaning to, prodded Beatrix's jealousy.
She's jealous.
Watching his wife seethe behind that blank expression made the corner of his mouth curl up on its own. When it came to soothing a jealous wife, he knew exactly which method worked best.
"Beatrix. Put those on and come here."
"…Okay."
She might have been the master of her nation, but the master of her was Albert. Beatrix obediently stripped out of everything she was wearing and slipped into her share of the vulgar lingerie. The way it emphasized her full, heavy breasts and thighs made her almost worry the fabric might split or tear.
The moment she came quietly within arm's reach, Albert rose slowly from the bed. He stripped off every scrap of his own clothing as well, leaving his vigorously erect cock completely bare.
"The one I love most is Beatrix. That will never change."
"…Okay."
Prod. Prod.
When his rigid cock nudged insistently against the smooth plane of her lower belly, color flooded Beatrix's cheeks. Soon enough, her usual cries of pleasure filled the room without restraint.
"…You've lost your mind."
In the bedroom secretly prepared within the Tower of Reconciliation, Wilhelmina sat alone, cheeks burning, restless with nerves.
Kristia and Maria, who had come with her, had taken Albert's gifts and gone home. Only she had remained — because she had been ordered to put on the present and wait.
By now those two were surely opening their gift boxes and reeling in shock.
How does he even think of things like this?
A sheer black leotard, translucent almost everywhere. Her cleavage and belly showed right through it — and yet the patches covering her areolae were worked with intricate embroidery in a deep, dense color.
Wilhelmina shifted her pose this way and that in front of the square mirror set up in the corner. Lewdness aside, she was fretting over whether it even suited her.
"It looks wonderful on you."
Just then, the man who had gifted her the lingerie — Albert himself — opened the door with a smile and walked in. He could come and go freely from the Tower of Reconciliation now, thanks to the necklace Beatrix had given him.
Wilhelmina was startled inside, but she turned her gaze away with a deliberate air of calm.
"You're here?"
"Yes. Did I keep you waiting long?"
"No. Not really."
"That's a relief."
Albert brushed a hand over his chest as if genuinely glad. Just before coming here, he had spent a little extra time pouring his seed into Beatrix's womb after she had returned first.
Was it really fine?
Wilhelmina settled her startled heart and asked,
"But… does it actually look good?"
"Yes. It makes Wilhelmina's body look even more beautiful. And lewder."
The praise was blatant and vulgar enough that she might have been expected to bristle — but Wilhelmina only felt pleased.
"Really? That's good, then. But why did you only tell me to stay?"
Her eyes followed Albert as he approached the bed and sat down. Meeting her gaze, he spoke slowly.
"Even though all of you swore yourselves to me… I still feel like it isn't quite enough. Especially with you, Wilhelmina."
"Train me? Me?"
Something about his answer clearly rankled her. Wilhelmina raised her brows and stepped closer, anger plain on her face.
This is exactly why she needs breaking in.
She might have sworn herself as his jojip that day, but it still wasn't enough. He needed to drive the point home — so that no matter what he said, she would accept it without resistance.
The other monarchs were fine. They followed obediently enough. But Wilhelmina alone needed to be stepped on more thoroughly. With that high-strung temperament of hers, taming her was always going to be difficult.
The thought that he hadn't been wrong after all had just crossed Albert's mind when a sweet scent drifted into his nose — Wilhelmina's body, already right in front of him.
He rose slowly from the bed, slid an arm around her waist, and pulled her in.
"Ah—?!"
Yanked suddenly against him, Wilhelmina's face went blank with surprise. They were close enough that the slightest tip of his head would have brought their lips together. The hard press of his cock shoved up against her lower belly like a claim. That rough, unmistakably male presence — nothing like other men — overwhelmed her.
"You said you loved me, didn't you?"
When Albert murmured the question, color rose in Wilhelmina's cheeks. Memories surfaced one after another — whispering love against his cock with her lips, lying helpless beneath him and sobbing.
"Hnn…!"
Slick wetness seeped between her thighs, and a thin moan slipped from her mouth.
"I see you remember."
"…Yeah. I'm sorry."
He hadn't been someone she had any right to snap at or take her temper out on.
Albert carefully eased her out of his arms and guided her down onto the bed. Then, as if preparing to take her properly, he began peeling off his clothes one piece at a time.
Seeing him like this is… new.
Wilhelmina lay on the bed and stared openly. It felt strangely awkward compared to the times he had stripped in a starved, frantic rush.
"Wow……"
When the last of Albert's clothing hit the floor, Wilhelmina breathed a low sound of awe. The veins pulsing along that massive cock and the thick male scent of him were intensely stimulating.
As he climbed slowly onto the bed, Wilhelmina pushed herself up. She swallowed hard, aching to take that cock into her mouth in one greedy swallow.
But Albert only pulled her into his arms from behind and said nothing else. His fully erect cock simply rested against her back, twitching hungrily.
"Huh…?"
Only after Wilhelmina made a dazed little sound without meaning to did Albert open his mouth.
"You worked hard, enduring your punishment."
One hand closed firmly over her breast; the other slid down between her thighs. Wilhelmina flinched and started to turn her head —
"It's all right. Relax. Just stay still."
The soft, murmuring male voice brushed her ear, and her whole body went limp. Not on purpose — the strength simply drained out of her all at once.
"Hnn… what are you… doing right now…?"
"Enjoying Wilhelmina's body. You're my personal jojip, after all."
His personal jojip. Crude and thick with filthy desire — and yet Wilhelmina's chest filled with nothing but joy. All the more because he said it so bluntly, without any dressing up.
The hand working her breast like a gentle milking pinched her nipple. The fingers that had slipped between the crotch of her lingerie scraped along her inner walls. With both of her most sensitive places tormented at once, Wilhelmina's eyes half-closed. The heat climbing through her body and the approaching crest of climax made it hard to keep her face under control.
"Haah…! Am I… going to get to eat it?"
"Yes. You will. That's why I'm this hard. You can feel it, can't you?"
Thump. His stimulated cock jerked hard against her back, and Wilhelmina's cheeks burned hotter. Even as he handled her like a toy, the affection in his touch set her body on fire.
"You held out for a week and then masturbated, didn't you? How was it?"
"Hnn… that's… too embarrassing……"
"You don't have to be embarrassed in front of me."
Albert's voice urged her on, loose and easy, and Wilhelmina shuddered from head to toe. His gently working hands pushed her over into a light climax.
"Hnnngh…! I don't know… it just… felt good……"
"Better than when I touch you?"
"Nnh… no… Albert… Albert feels better."
The female whined and shook her head like a child. Once the first climax started, soft waves of pleasure rolled over her one after another. Her breathing quickened; sweat began to run over her whole body. As it soaked into the lingerie, a slick, dense feel started to cling to Albert's palms as well.
Springy and soft, without the slightest sag — and still so plentifully full. Those large breasts. Every time Albert touched the tyrant's beautiful body, he felt happiness and gratitude. He always had, and he always would.
"Haaah… I can't… stop… stooop…!"
Wilhelmina begged, thighs trembling. Just from the tearful edge in her voice, it was obvious how desperate she was. She was right on the verge of pissing herself — of course she was frantic.
But Albert had long since grown thoroughly used to women wetting themselves. Only a few hours ago he had watched Beatrix do exactly that.
"It's fine. Beatrix pisses all the time."
"Nnh…! Really…?"
Wilhelmina turned her head a fraction to look at him. She must have been truly desperate — tears had already gathered in her eyes. Albert thought, People really are cute, and nodded.
"Yes. Really. So just relax and let it out. Come on… shhh……"
"…Shhiii."
Even as he soothed her like a child, he never stopped scraping her inner walls — and Wilhelmina, like a child, echoed his words.
Sssss.
At last, bright yellow piss began to leak from her entrance. The pristine white sheets were quickly soiled, and larger tears welled in Wilhelmina's eyes. The shame must have been unbearable.
"Good girl."
The instant Albert leaned in and kissed her, she squeezed her eyes shut as if nothing had happened and tangled her tongue with his eagerly.
It's so embarrassing… but it feels so good……
A slow, deep climax. Held in his arms with their tongues mixed together on top of it — she was intensely happy. Even her clumsy tongue-work quickly grew practiced enough to writhe like a snake.
"Haa…!"
When Albert slowly drew his tongue back, a sticky, translucent thread stretched between their lips. Both of them breathed hard, scrambling to reclaim the air they had been missing. The dizziness cleared; their breathing settled.
"Is it… hard for you? Want to put it in…?"
Wilhelmina glanced sideways at him as she asked. Albert had to be suffering too — but she also wanted that cock packing her soaked insides full. Albert wanted just as badly to fill Wilhelmina's womb with his seed.
Even so, he drew it out a little longer. He wanted to watch her squirm through climax a while more. And since it hadn't been long since he'd emptied himself into Beatrix's womb, he had the leeway.
He pressed his mouth to the pale nape of her neck and gently cupped both of her breasts, working them from root to tip as if milking a cow.
"Aaahn… still not yet…?"
When Wilhelmina asked in a desperate voice, Albert lifted his mouth from her nape to answer.
"Let's enjoy this a little longer. In exchange, feel free to touch yourself while you wait."
Tap. Tap. He brought the hand that had been kneading her breast down to her thoroughly soaked entrance and lightly flicked the clit hidden beneath the lingerie.
"Hnn—!"
At the sudden stimulus, Wilhelmina stretched both legs out straight in distress. Her body was already hypersensitive; of course the sharp jolt ran straight through her.
Albert tapped her clit a few more times, then returned his hand to her breast. He kissed her nape deeply as well, leaving a mark that said she was his.
"Aanh… you're so mean… I want cock… I want cum……"
Wilhelmina kept her face turned forward and made a tearful sound. Even so, she brought both hands to her own entrance and began tormenting herself without pause — as if trying to fill the empty space where her master's cock ought to have been. One hand scraped and thrust into her walls while the other tapped and rolled her clit, writhing as she went.
By the time she had fretted and burned her way through three climaxes, Albert stopped teasing her and laid her down on her stomach.
"I'm putting it in now."
Then he climbed over her and lightly slapped her ass with his cock. Her large, sweat-slick hips trembled as if begging.
"Yeah… hurry up and put it in."
Wilhelmina turned her head slightly and pleaded. Albert gave a small nod and pushed aside the scrap of lingerie covering her entrance.
Thump. Thump.
The cock that had been tapping her ass angled down toward the entrance hidden beneath those full hips. Perhaps because she was as ready as she could possibly be, that massive length sank smooth and deep into her walls.
Thrust—!
"Uk… oooh…!"
The moment the glans that had been scraping her insides pressed hard against her cervix, Wilhelmina's eyes rolled halfway back.