Snowfall and Secrets
The snow was falling.
It was nearing the depths of dawn.
Christia exhaled a deep, heated sigh and gave a faint laugh.
Her gaze drifted toward the window, specifically toward the snowflakes drifting down in the middle of the night.
“Yes… it is snowing.”
Albert answered her shortly while pulling Christia into his embrace from behind.
Their bodies were drenched in sweat, and the air between them reeked of mingled scents.
Body fluids, semen, and sweat had combined; there was no other way.
Yet only a faint sheen glistened on the lips of both man and woman.
Christia’s hand glided softly over her swollen belly.
The thick cock still throbbing against her smooth back made her heart race.
“Say, how did it feel? Did it please you?”
Christia murmured, cheeks flushed with a shy blush.
“The snow? It was wonderful.”
Albert’s reply was blunt, yet it brimmed with sincerity.
At first it had left her flustered, but afterward it had only heightened his excitement.
Parts of it had struck a deep chord within him, stirring both arousal and affection.
“Really…? Then I’m glad.”
Christia sighed, tracing her hand down her chest.
“Well then, I should go.”
“Ah… it’s that time already.”
Albert released the arm wrapped around Christia’s shoulder and slowly stepped out of the bed.
It had already been several cycles of sex, time having passed in a meaningful way.
It was finally time to head back home.
Christia knew this and could only watch him leave.
Fortunately, thanks to the load of semen filling her belly, she felt no dissatisfaction.
Once Albert had dressed, Christia’s lips parted.
“If possible… could you visit again next time?”
“Yes. Please stay healthy until then. Do not fall ill.”
Albert kissed not her forehead or lips, but the brightly exposed upper breast.
“Huuuh…!”
With a gentle squeeze, he suckled at her nipple, and a sweet moan escaped Christia’s lips.
Albert’s lips withdrew, leaving a red mark where they had touched.
Creak.
With the bed creaking loudly, Albert’s form melted away like melting snow.
By now he would have teleported through the Tower of Reconciliation and returned to the eastern palace bedroom.
Christia stared at the clear red mark on her chest, reaching her fingertips toward it.
A strange sense of emptiness lingered, brushing over her heart.
Yet.
Only a few days later, Albert returned to her room again.
He had come to deliver a message that Beatrix wanted to meet him tonight.
“This night? Why?”
It was, of course, a mystery to Christia, but her thoughts were swift.
When the master feeds the pet, the belly stays fuller.
Christia put on her usual clothes, scribbled a short letter, and left it on the table.
Winter was also the season for hunting, so she claimed she was going out to hunt.
The two men and women walked hand in hand and took two spatial leaps.
The destination was, without question, the bedroom of the eastern palace.
“Welcome back.”
Beatrix, who had been waiting at the table, greeted them as if she had expected them.
It was not a common occurrence, but it was not rare either.
That was why Christia nodded without any sign of surprise.
“Mmm. Why so late on this ambitious night? It doesn’t seem like anything urgent.”
“Well… but in a way, it is urgent.”
Beatrix rose from her chair and walked over to Christia.
Her steps.
Her expression.
Her eyes.
Christia was certain it was nothing serious.
If it had been truly grave, she would not have been so relaxed.
“It seems not serious. Tell me.”
“The magic I created. Teach it to me.”
“Magic? What magic?”
“The one that makes patterns appear in the eyes.”
Beatrix raised her voice in a slightly petulant tone.
How ridiculous.
Christia stared at Beatrix, then shifted her gaze to Albert standing behind her.
Albert simply smiled awkwardly and lowered his head.
There was nothing to explain.
“I knew this would happen,” Christia answered flatly.
“Well… it’s not difficult, but if I’m going to teach you, there should be something I get in return.”
It was not difficult, but she would not hand it out for free.
So let’s negotiate.
Beatrix read Christia’s intentions and nodded.
Even though the difference between jojip and principal wife existed, they were fundamentally the same monarchs.
Weak suppression was possible, but strict upper-lower hierarchy was not, so negotiation was only natural.
“What do you want?”
“Um… well.”
Christia laughed lightly and pretended to hesitate, closing her mouth.
Of course she intended to obtain more of Albert’s semen, but it would have been no fun to take it right away.
Beatrix also sensed her thoughts, fell silent for a moment, then slowly parted her lips.
“Have you ever inseminated through the womb before?”
“…What?”
Uterus sex.
The unfamiliar word made Christia’s eyes widen in shock.
Knowing this, Beatrix folded her arms and put on a playful act.
Albert sat on the edge of the bed and quietly observed the two women conversing.
“Inseminate through the womb…? What does that mean?”
Christia’s voice trembled violently.
Her eyes were full of disbelief.
No matter how much of a monarch, a penis piercing the womb would cause severe injury.
“Watch closely.”
Beatrix removed her dress and placed her hand on her lower belly.
She let out a drop of mana, and a subtle blue womb gate appeared above her lower abdomen.
Christia’s gaze naturally turned toward Beatrix’s lower belly.
“That’s… what is it?”
“Womb gate.”
“Womb gate? It looks quite complex.”
Christia was momentarily stunned.
She calmed her rising emotions and narrowed her eyes slightly.
Since she had some knowledge of magic, she could see the structure of the womb gate at a glance.
“Yes, it’s a bit complex. But it’s simple.”
Beatrix nodded as if she had expected this and met Christia’s eyes.
“Now, since he only gets satisfied with womb sex, you’ll have to carve womb gates too… but.”
“Is it that you’re giving it away for free?”
Christia asked with a sharp tone, and Beatrix nodded.
“Yes. So I want a simple trade. There’s no need to be too calculating, but it should be at a certain level.”
“My magic matches that level, does it?”
“That’s right.”
“Then… okay.”
Christia folded her arms and furrowed her brows.
Womb sex did not satisfy him.
In other words, she could not completely satisfy him with her own body.
This was a heavy blow to Christia’s pride.
She had always boasted that her body was not inferior to Beatrix’s, yet the evaluation of dissatisfaction left her with no choice but to feel it.
“It’s not a lie.”
Albert’s expression, which did not waver, confirmed this.
Above all, Beatrix would not lie about such a thing.
Christia exhaled a long breath through her lips and nodded.
“Then I will learn it, of course. I accept the trade.”
“Then teach me your magic first. Mine takes a little time.”
“Of course. First, mana….”
She had obtained what she wanted and was not in a position to wait; Christia demonstrated with an explanation, and Beatrix followed without hesitation.
She manipulated the mana exactly as described, with not a single flaw.
As a result, a clear red heart appeared in Beatrix’s pupils.
“Well done.”
Christia said shortly and encouraged her.
Now it was her turn to learn how to carve the womb gates.
“Yes. Follow as I say.”
“Um. I’m ready.”
“First, place your hand on your lower belly. This is to make mana control easier. Next….”
Christia also guided the mana according to Beatrix’s instructions.
It required a little more time than the magic that summoned patterns in the eyes.
It was more complex and more solid.
It was uselessly perfect.
“It seems done.”
Christia removed her hand from Beatrix’s lower belly and murmured.
She could clearly feel the warm energy settling in her womb and belly.
Beatrix stared at Christia’s lower belly and nodded.
“Yes. Now take off your clothes and go mark it. That’s the end.”
“Umm….”
Christia let out a short moan and, as instructed, obediently removed her clothes.
It was the same underwear she had worn when she had been embraced by Albert a few days earlier.
One step.
Another step.
Christia walked toward Albert, exposing her lower belly as if displaying the womb gate carved on it.
“May I…?”
“Yes.”
As if waiting, Albert’s cock, hidden beneath his nightgown, twitched heavily.
Albert slowly rose, gracefully removing the nightgown he wore.
Soon, his entirely white body and the viciously erect cock entered Christia’s view.
“Please touch me gently.”
To complete the womb gate, Albert’s semen or his cock should be used.
However, there was not enough stimulus yet to make the semen flow.
Albert knew this and pressed his cockhead against Christia’s lower belly.
Encouraging her to draw out the semen quickly.
“Um… I understand.”
Christia’s voice carried a tense note as she knelt before the cock.
To effectively arouse her, lowering her height was best.
“Umm….”
Christia’s lips touched the cockhead, and her hand gently stroked the shaft and balls.
She even poked the urethra with the tip of her tongue.
As the rich male scent began to fill her mouth, Christia’s eyes grew hazy.
Forgotten were the womb gates; she only strained to squeeze out semen.
Beatrix sat on the edge of the bed, staring fixedly at the face of a bitch deeply absorbed in the cock.
A strange sense of camaraderie arose in her at the thought that all four queens were like this.
“Ah, uhh….”
Albert let out a short moan and placed both hands on Christia’s head.
He had already sensed semen trickling out, but there was no sign of stopping.
He too had long awaited the chance to spray thick semen on Christia.
“It seems it’s about to come soon.”
Albert frowned and spoke, and Christia moved her tongue more actively.
She rubbed the cockhead with her lips and teased the urethra with the tip of her tongue, stimulating the shaft further.
Her hands stroked the shaft and balls as well, increasing the stimulation.
“Ugh…!”
Soon, semen began to erupt in spurts along with Albert’s short moan.
The semen was thick, potent, and reeked of male scent, yet to Christia it was the sweetest thing in the world.
“Ah…!”
While semen was stacking up in her belly.
Albert hurriedly pulled out his cock, and Christia sighed with regret.
Of course she sighed; he had suddenly withdrawn.
Semen continued to spurt from the cock that had not yet finished, dirtying Christia even more.
Especially the most on her face.
There was nothing to say; her facial contours were completely obscured.
“Huuu…!”
Albert exhaled heavily, grabbed Christia, and lifted her up.
“I almost drank it all.”
Yet she still had to finish.
Albert shook his head, wiped the semen from Christia’s face with his hand.
“Huu… eeeh….”
Perhaps from the overwhelming scent and the heavy weight of the semen on her face, Christia shivered all over, half-lost in ecstasy.
“I can’t stop her.”
Albert spread the semen on his hand evenly over Christia’s lower belly.
The thick, sticky semen clung to her belly and did not drip away.
As it soaked in, the glow of the tattoo gradually weakened, and soon it vanished without a trace.
This was not failure; it meant the womb gate had taken root completely.
Even so, Albert’s cock still twitched.
It seemed to be pleading that it was still far from enough.
“Let him be for a moment.”
Beatrix grabbed Albert’s wrist and sat him down carefully beside her.
She had learned from her previous mistake and was extremely cautious with him.
Especially in bed.
Albert, as if waiting, placed his hand between Beatrix’s thighs.
The rich scent of semen must have stimulated her, because Beatrix’s thighs were drenched.