66. Pruning (3)
66. Pruning (3)
"The meal is ready, Master."
"Proceed."
Nine maids, including Bloodius, began to move.
Incidentally, the one missing was Hera.
Hera was still staring at the ceiling, letting out soft laughs. 'Ha, haha...'
Perhaps she was preparing herself for the shock that was soon to come.
She'll probably take care of herself.
Leaving her be for now, I followed behind the maids.
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"I apologize, but that is Hera-nim's seat, Jaina-nim."
"...?"
Hearing the word "meal," I had tried to sit in an empty seat at the table, but the silver-haired, expressionless maid stopped me.
Even though Hera was currently in a dazed state, on the verge of losing her mind.
Could this be a hidden scheme to starve me into submission?
I couldn't stop my expression from contorting as I reluctantly stepped back.
But perhaps the expressionless maid saw my face.
She spoke again in a voice devoid of any emotion.
"Please do not be angry. I assure you, there is no intention to starve Jaina-nim."
However, there was a slight flaw in her statement.
It sounded as if the decision to starve me wasn't hers to make, but was spoken from someone else's perspective.
For example... their master, Bloodius.
And at that moment,
-*Clink.*
Bloodius, who was sitting at the table, unbuckled his belt.
Then, as if proudly showing off his firmly erect cockhead, he pulled it out into the world.
The maids, who had been eating, started stealing glances at his penis as if overcome with an insatiable desire.
What kind of madness is this.
Does he enjoy eating while receiving such gazes?
Just as my bewilderment was turning into disgust-
"Isn't it mealtime, Princess Jaina? Crawl from there to here and suck my cock."
"......"
For a moment, I was so flustered that no words came out.
But my hesitation was brief,
"Hmm, well. If you insist on starving, I won't stop you, but I heard from Lilith that you shouldn't starve yourself for the sake of the baby in your womb?"
".......Ah."
As he spoke, I felt my whole body go limp.
Had my mind gone into escape mode just because the location changed, not even a full day, but just a few hours later?
Or was it because until now, even if I hated it, Lilith would summon the orcs and force-feed me their semen?
I had forgotten that my sustenance was no longer that of a human.
Along with a sense of emptiness, I tried to step forward but couldn't.
Well, it was because I had just remembered again.
'Crawl, by myself.'
The gazes of all the maids, including Bloodius, were fixed on me.
Bloodius's eyes held the arrogance of 'go on, try it,' while the maids' held a variety of emotions: anticipation, envy, jealousy, indifference, and more.
Bearing all their stares, I slowly knelt down.
Then, slowly bending my upper body, I placed my hands on the floor, causing my breasts inside the maid uniform—which lacked a bra—to sway.
Perhaps this swaying was also calculated.
With every movement of my arms and knees, my breasts moved.
Each time I dragged myself along the floor, my nipples were precariously visible through the holes designed to emphasize my chest.
Creeping along like that under the table, I carefully positioned myself between Bloodius's knees.
My mind was already in tatters from bearing everyone's stares on my way here.
Among those gazes, the one looking at me most intensely was none other than Bloodius himself.
The very instigator of this humiliation was wearing a vile smile, looking utterly pleased and satisfied.
".....Eht."
I couldn't tell him to stop looking at me.
Was I feeling ashamed now?
Or was it because, after only receiving the gazes of stupid orcs until now, I was finally being looked at by proper sentient beings?
The stares from Bloodius and the maids felt like they were stripping me naked.
Finally unable to withstand the shame, my face flushed for a moment, and I eventually closed my eyes and opened my mouth.
But suddenly, something tapped my forehead—*toc-*
".....?"
"Tsk tsk, how dare you try to suck without the master's permission. Where did your humble request go?"
"........."
Is this what men are always like?
The desire to subdue and conquer the finest female whenever the opportunity arises.
Of course, I was also a man once, but since I never properly experienced romance, I couldn't relate.
But even with my numerous experiences, I now know just how captivating I am, how much lust I can incite.
Yet, in this situation, another heart-wrenching sense of defeat enveloped my entire body.
Why.
Why is it that whenever things like this happen, there's nothing I can do?
I hated God, I hated fate.
I even felt a bit of hatred for Imperial Father, who had driven me to this extremity.
"........."
But ultimately, due to my personality that couldn't complain to anyone, the one who lost was once again me.
"P-please... allow me to lick... Master's... c-cock...."
"Heh."
"Heeeh."
"....Hawawa."
As my voice echoed through the dining room, Bloodius let out a short scoff.
The maids, even while holding their forks, adopted poses of surprise.
They probably didn't think I would actually go through with it, given the shame and humiliation.
Sorry, but I'm someone desperate to bear a child.
Would I retreat over a mere verbal defeat, devoid of any real sincerity?
"Haap, hup."
However, perhaps it was because I was worn down by repeated defeats.
For some reason, along with the feeling of defeat, a small heat rose from my lower abdomen.
....No.
Surely, it's just because those maids behind me keep stealing glances and sending looks my way.
I could only pray that this sign wasn't the starting line for my Desire for Defeat and Destructive Desire.
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-*Clatter.*
-*Clink.*
The sound of knives and forks clinking against plates came from the table, but I wasn't actually sitting at that table.
It was as if everyone else maintained a human form, while I, not even treated as human, was under the dining table, sucking Bloodius's cock.
-*Schlurp, schlip, schlurp.*
"Haup. Up, keup."
I thought I was stimulating it diligently, but whether it was my lack of skill or Bloodius's extensive experience, I couldn't feel any reaction at all.
At least the orcs would ejaculate immediately with just a little licking or hand stimulation.
However-
-*Click.*
"Hmm, mealtime is over, but how long do you plan to keep sucking?"
"....?"
When did so much time pass?
Turning my head slightly, I saw the maids had already finished eating and were watching me with interest.
"Eht...!"
I was surely aware of their gazes.
But actually meeting their stares directly like this made my face start burning intensely.
'.....I'm so embarrassed.'
But pressed for time and growing desperate, stopping wasn't an option for me.
Blushing and unable to make eye contact, I continued to suck his cock, but-
"Master, for the next schedule, you should really get up now....."
At that moment, the expressionless maid urged Bloodius.
Hearing this, Bloodius pushed his chair back and stood up as if to say he understood.
'Ah, no...!'
With a baby in my belly, I couldn't afford to let this chance slip away. Lifting my head, my eyes met Bloodius's, who was looking down at me, suppressing a laugh.
'.....Ah.'
I've been had.
The moment that thought crossed my mind,
"....Pfft, I can't let our lovely princess's belly go hungry when she wants it so badly."
With those words, Bloodius grabbed the back of my head firmly.
.....I knew from last time.
This wasn't a gentle hold; it was to prevent me from escaping on my own.
-*Shove!*
"Keuhak?! Eup! Ggeuk, keuk?!"
Of course, before I could realize and prepare, Bloodius thrust his hips up with all his might.
Simultaneously, his cock forcibly spread my throat and plunged deep inside.
The sensation of my throat being forced open was painful, and tears began to well in my eyes.
"Hoo, just bear with it a little, Princess."
With those final words, Bloodius began to 'use' my throat even more fiercely and forcefully.
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-*Thrust! Thrust! Schluck!*
'...It hurts, it's agonizing.....'
"Keuk, keoek, kkeuk?!"
Shoving that huge pillar in without a shred of respect or consideration was excruciatingly painful for me.
Both physically and psychologically.
I realized then that Lilith, who had ordered the orcs not to touch me until now, had actually been considerate.
If it had been the rougher, more brutal orcs instead of Bloodius, my throat would have been done for.
The physical pain was considerable, but honestly, the psychological pain was worse.
The tears streaming down my cheeks were mostly due to psychological factors.
More shocking than the fact that I had a man's genital in my mouth was the fact that my throat was being forcibly used to satisfy that man's sexual desires,
and that for some reason, I was enduring and accepting it, shedding tears without even being able to resist.
And the reason for it all—to receive his semen—filled me with intense self-loathing and emptiness.
"Hoo, huuk, kruuk, I'll cum down your throat-pussy, so swallow it all....!"
"Geuk, kkeuk! Eubeup?!"
Bloodius, having reached the peak of his orgasm, shoved his cock deep into my throat and slowly released his power.
-*Blorrrrt...!*
"Heubeup, gulgog, gulgog, keuk...."
More than the relief of having filled my belly for the baby, the sheer emptiness of being 'used' like a tool, devoid of any emotion, made me cry.
"Keuk, even your crying is turning me on."
But even that conclusion left me with nothing but sticky, lust-soaked sexual harassment.