Educating the Primary Consort - 1
One day. Two days. Three.
Perhaps it was from watching so often, and so thoroughly, that the fear had truly begun to fade.
Standing before the man himself still terrified her just the same… but the cold sweat that once poured down her whole body had dwindled to a few thin streams.
At the hot springs. In the carriage. Sometimes in the palace bedchamber. Day after day, without regard for time or place, she had spied on the sex they committed—and that was what had done it.
What the hell is this thing even supposed to be?
Ella cocked her head at the several objects laid out on the display stand. She had forged what Albert, the royal consort, had demanded, but she had no idea what they were for. A slender cone with a blunt tip, and a little heart shape fixed to the end. Ella had not the faintest notion that the things were what people called anal beads.
"Hmm."
She frowned, then picked up the small box she had set nearby. Lining the inside with cloth, she nestled the silver anal beads carefully inside and set out. The order had been to bring them to the palace the moment they were finished and present them.
When Ella reached the study—
"You're here."
Beatrix lifted her gaze from the desk as if she had only just finished her paperwork.
"What's that?"
"The thing you ordered me to make before."
"Ah. That?"
For an instant, Beatrix's eyes lit up—like a child receiving a long-awaited gift. What on earth could make her this happy? Ella tilted her head, puzzled.
"Bring it here. Show me."
"Understood."
Thump. The box settled on the desk, and Beatrix's hands flew to the lid. The silver anal beads lying side by side caught her eye at once.
"May I ask one thing?"
Ella asked, and Beatrix nodded.
"Go on."
"Those things inside. What exactly are they used for?"
"These? You'll find out when you see. You can still watch, can't you?"
"Ahem…! Well, that's true enough… Anyway. Understood."
Talking any more will only wear out my mouth. Ella shook her head quickly and shut it. She didn't know the details, but she had a rough idea where they would go.
Watch and you'll know—that's what she means.
Ugh. A short sigh slipped from Ella's lips.
"I'll be going, then."
"Fine. I'll send a suitable payment later."
"Payment for something this small? No need. I'll take my leave."
Ella gave a rough bow and left the room.
They're here.
A faint curve touched Beatrix's mouth. Her gaze rested on the anal beads in her hand. A few days earlier, the contents of a letter from the Holy Church had risen in her mind—a letter from Lily, the one who had received Beatrix's guidance.
I put a little something in Valentin's rear, and the way he keeps twitching is just so adorable…
From florid expressions of gratitude to a report on recent affairs, the letter itself had been nothing special—but one line had caught Beatrix's eye in particular. Something inserted into the hole meant for waste, stimulating the prostate. Reading that phrase, Beatrix had ordered the anal beads made, and today they had finally come into her hands.
If I put these in…
The sadism that had been sleeping inside Beatrix lifted its head. She, too, wanted to see Albert's shy face. So she had thought she might try forcing the issue just once—
"Hnnnh…!"
Not a chance. Instead it was Beatrix on her knees on the bedroom bed, bowed low, pouring filthy moans from her throat at the top of her lungs. Between the cheeks of her large, thick ass, the anal beads she had meant to put in Albert gleamed.
She had overlooked one simple fact: the mere scent of his cock turned her into a bitch on reflex.
"I only meant—"
Slap!
Albert brought his palm down hard across Beatrix's ass and frowned. The wet crack of it filled the bedroom, and a vivid red handprint bloomed on her skin.
"Ookh…!"
Beatrix's eyes rolled back. Clear, sticky nectar drooled from her sex.
"I don't much care for tricks like this."
What I do is fine. What gets done to me is not. When it came to bed, to sex, Albert was especially selfish. He would cheerfully allow her a brief turn at the reins. But the moment there was even a whiff of things tipping toward femdom, he recoiled with uncanny precision. The thoroughly tormented Beatrix was the result.
Wise as she was, a monarch was still human. Greed could blind her into the wrong judgment—exactly as it had now.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… Please forgive me."
Beatrix lifted her head a fraction, her voice thick with tears. Not from pain or pleasure, but from the fear that Albert's heart might leave her.
"No."
Albert steadied his wavering resolve and shook his head. Forgive her at once and she would take it too lightly. Drag it out too long and feelings would sour. So even when he punished her, he had to grant forgiveness at the proper line. Just not now.
She needs to regret this deeply enough that she won't even think of trying it again…
Albert spanked Beatrix's ass as he sank into thought. The more he swung his hand, the more her snow-white cheeks flushed red. Filthy female moans tickled his ears as a bonus.
That's it.
By the time his palm and her ass were both stinging, lightning struck in Albert's mind.
"Stay exactly like that."
He left Beatrix face-down on the bed and walked out of the bedroom. Abruptly abandoned, Beatrix trembled through her hips and still kept her place, posture unbroken exactly as ordered.
And so the dark night deepened further still—
"Wow… that is genuinely vulgar."
"I'm a little shocked. Who would look at that and think she was a queen?"
"Ahem. I shall say nothing."
Albert had quietly brought the three sovereigns back with him. He had even left a handwritten note saying he was stepping out for a short walk in case he ran late.
"Huh…?"
Beatrix turned her head a fraction, flustered. A crack ran through the ice-calm face she always wore.
"Why on earth…?"
As Beatrix showed her confusion, Wilhelmina spoke in her place. Meanwhile Kristia and Maria drew the curtains around the room—so that Ella would not be able to peep, not tonight.
"Why? You'll know soon enough. Anyway, Albert told us everything. Primary consort or not, you crossed a line—and this is what happens."
Wilhelmina let out a short, pitying sigh. Maria, who had just finished hanging the drapes, piled on as if she had been waiting for it.
"Still, thanks to that we get a place like this… I'm simply grateful. Sorry to you, Beatrix."
"A bitch takes the food she's given."
Kristia added a brief word of agreement. Albert did feed them, ordinarily—but the intervals were terribly long. So a chance that arrived this suddenly was all the more welcome, and all the more desperate.
The three sovereigns and their words. Albert's cold eyes on top of it. A thoroughly ominous premonition scraped through Beatrix's mind.
"You don't mean…?"
"Yes. Tonight, your role is to be left out. And…"
Maria let the sentence trail, and Beatrix's face went paper-white. Neglect alone was already a wound to the heart—and the thought that something else was coming on top of it filled her with dread.
Swish.
As if she had been waiting, Kristia lifted something in her hand for all to see. The chastity belt Beatrix herself had used when she punished the three jojips.
"Starting tonight, you will wear the chastity belt. For one week. And in the meantime, the three of us have agreed to take care of Master's desires."
One week. An endless stretch of time without sex. Whether from the sheer despair of it, Beatrix's pupils shook without rest.
"I'll handle her hands. You two put that on her first."
Wilhelmina stepped forward, and the two jojips headed for the table beside the bed—more precisely, for the wooden box sitting on it.
"Wow… so these are anal beads? How did anyone even think of this?"
"Putting something like this in the back hole… I hardly know how to put it."
While Maria and Kristia held the anal beads and faltered, Wilhelmina cast a spell and bound Beatrix. The chastity belt in her hand she set on the table for now. The shock had been too deep; Beatrix never even had a chance to react. In a blink she was flung to the foot of the bed, both wrists and both ankles locked together in mana cuffs—hands to hands, feet to feet.
"Euh…?!"
Unable to keep her balance, Beatrix rolled across the mattress with a moan. In the meantime Albert had stripped and sat astride the bed—right beside Beatrix, who was bound up near the headboard.
Then the three jojips approached him with flushed cheeks, holding the anal beads respectfully in both hands, unable to tear their eyes from Albert's cock.
"I take it you can guess how these are used?"
Albert asked lightly. The three jojips nodded quietly and undressed. One look at the state of Beatrix's ass was enough to tell them the purpose.
"Then give them to me. I'll put them in for you."
He could simply have ordered them to insert the beads themselves—and yet he was going to do it with his own hands. The three sovereigns' eyes sparkled as they hurriedly, yet respectfully, handed over the anal beads. Then they turned their backs slowly and presented their asses for display. Three pairs of hips lined up side by side made a truly magnificent sight.
Albert set the beads between his legs and took one in each hand.
"Hold still."
After the brief warning, he reached forward—toward the two asses standing on either side of Wilhelmina, Kristia's and Maria's.
"Hnn…!"
"Mmm…!"
As the anal beads sank into their holes, both women's hips shuddered. The unfamiliar sensation, something they had never felt in their lives, left them openly flustered.
"They're all the way in."
Albert withdrew his hands, and the two women straightened their postures. Even so they twisted, glancing awkwardly over their shoulders. Unless they spread their cheeks wide in front of a mirror, there was no way to check with their own eyes—and buried between such large asses, even less so.
"That feeling of something pressing the belly from behind… is quite strange."
"It… really is."
While the two women chewed over the awkwardness, the remaining beads pushed into Wilhelmina's hole. Cool, smooth silver sliding in drew a small cry from her as well—just like the others who already had beads seated by his hand.
"Nngh…! It feels like my stomach's being pressed."
Wilhelmina turned slowly and stroked her lower belly with an awkward hand, the gesture almost like feeling a child nestled in the womb.
"All three of you. Lie across the bed side by side, the way you did at the villa."
Albert patted the space beside him and rose.
"Mm."
Kristia demonstrated first; the others followed into position. Three pairs of asses lined up and swayed, straining to welcome a cock already fully hard.
"Put it in me first. Please?"
"Me too—please put it in me. Won't you?"
"Ahem! If possible, I as well…"
While the three women clamored over one another to be filled, Albert moved behind them and lowered his stance. Whose ass would it be? He stroked the hips arrayed in a row and sank into deep consideration. Any one of them guaranteed fierce pleasure, so the hesitation was real. From the grip to the flesh of the cunt itself, ranking them was far too difficult.
"Nngh…!"
Watching from a distance, moisture gathered in Beatrix's eyes. The sight of only the jojips receiving his love felt as if it would tear her chest apart. Every instinct screamed to rip free of the bindings at once—but she could not bring herself to do it. If she did, she was certain he would never grant her his cock again.
I crossed the line…
Primary consort or not, in the end her essence was not so different from a jojip's. Beatrix shuddered with belated regret and realization as she burned into her eyes the image of Albert's cock burying itself in an ass.
"Hnnngh…!"
The massive cock packed her lower belly full, and Wilhelmina's whole body trembled. With the anal beads in as well the pressure was enormous—and she was nothing but happy. Because of that pressure the grip was tighter, and she could feel his cock more distinctly than ever before. To exaggerate only a little, she could feel every single ridge.
"Wilhelmina first, then."
"So it is."
The other two women chewed on their disappointment and still brought their hands to their crotches, intending to lose themselves in masturbation while Albert pinned and took Wilhelmina.
"Aahngh…!"
Push.
The thick glans pressed hard against her cervix in a kiss, and Wilhelmina's ass shook violently.