The Queen's Sensitive Secret
Cecil de Malong — 5
To Cecil, this distant northern foreign queen was a mysterious being. The woman possessed the rare golden hair seldom seen in Malong, and within her blue eyes swirled a strange aura that was impossible to decipher. Gazing into Queen Richelle's eyes gave her the feeling that she might be sucked inside them. In a small voice, she spoke to the queen. It was in the language of her homeland, one the queen could not understand.
“Beautiful one.”
“What did you say?”
Instead of answering, she kissed the queen. Even now, she could not tell what state her own heart was in. Did she truly love Queen Richelle? Or was she simply enjoying it because the queen touched her, like a bitch in heat? Or perhaps it was neither, and she was merely mistaking an ordinary stimulus for something pleasurable.
Her uneasy emotions were transmitted clearly to Richard as well. He let out a light laugh. He skillfully returned Cecil’s kiss. His technique was on an entirely different level from hers. The worries swirling in Cecil’s mind began to melt away.
Cecil began demanding pleasure far more aggressively than before. She no longer shrank away from Richard’s fingers caressing her clitoris by drawing her legs together. Instead, she moved her hips with even greater vitality, responding to his touch. She thrust her voluptuous breasts forward as if to display them more prominently to him.
Now was the time.
Richard slid a finger into Cecil’s sensitive sex.
“Haaang!”
Cecil had willingly surrendered her body to Richard. But her resolve crumbled in an instant. The inside of her body was far softer and more sensitive than she had imagined. She curled up like a kitten whose mother had bitten the scruff of its neck.
Seeing her like that, Richard felt even more blood rush to his lower body. He whispered to her gently.
“Relax your strength. It won’t hurt.”
“Yes, Your Majesty……”
Richard waited patiently. Very slowly, yet at a pace visible to the eye, Cecil released the tension from her body. She slowly spread her legs, allowing Richard a clearer view of her sex. Fitting for her still-teenage years, her brown pubic hair was untrimmed but sparse. With his other fingers, he stroked that soft down.
“Your Majesty, that… it feels strange……”
“It seems you’re quite sensitive here.”
“Ahng, sensitive… I, I’m not……”
Enjoying her reactions, Richard caressed both inside and outside of her at once. Cecil moved with a satisfaction that made it hard to believe she was a virgin. Playfully, Richard pressed the tip of her urethra.
Cecil screamed.
“Ah! Your Majesty! Not there!”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Ah, no! It’s nothing! Ahht!”
Richard pressed close against Cecil. Looking up at her slightly, he smiled and asked,
“Does it tickle?”
Panting, Cecil nodded with great effort and barely managed to speak.
“Y-yes…… Your Majesty……”
At her words, Richard smiled even more mischievously.
“If you don’t tell me properly, I’ll torment you more, you know?”
So saying, he tormented her urethra even more intensely. Cecil twisted and writhed in agony, and that reaction excited Richard even further.
For the first time since becoming a woman, Richard thought that the feeling of his female parts growing aroused wasn’t so bad. It was strange. He had despaired over his situation and even cursed it. Especially during the past week of menstruation, every day had felt like nothing but a miserable existence he couldn’t escape. But now it was different.
As he stirred inside Cecil’s body and watched her twist in confusion between pleasure and pain, he felt as though he himself were drowning in that pleasure.
“Won’t you tell me how it feels?”
Richard spoke without hiding the sound of him swallowing hard. His once-gentle touch gradually grew rough, moving with the greedy hunger of any ordinary man.
Unable to endure it, Cecil cried out to him in a high voice.
“I-it feels strange and ticklish, haaang, something… something is… it feels like it’s going to come out! So please……!”
“Then how does this feel?”
Richard removed his fingertip from her twitching urethral opening. She felt a brief moment of relief, but it was far too soon. Instead, he moved his finger to a far more sensitive spot—Cecil’s tiny swollen bud.
“Hiyat!”
“Hehe.”
Richard laughed. But deep in his heart, he knew that laugh was not genuine. He wanted more than this. When he had been a man, he had known what it felt like for others to touch his body. And after becoming a woman, he had known what it felt like to touch a woman’s body himself. But he still did not know what it felt like to have his woman’s body touched by someone else—especially when he himself desired it.
Richard’s hand stopped. Cecil slowly regained her senses. She sensed something odd. Though she couldn’t identify what it was, instinct led her to study Richard’s face. Catching her breath, she asked him,
“What’s wrong, Your Majesty the Queen?”
“It’s nothing.”
“You don’t look alright at all.”
Cecil spoke with a sorrowful expression. As she said, Richard’s face was far from pleasant. He looked as though he were barely holding back some bitter resentment. At times he seemed to be longing for something, and at others, he appeared steeped in sadness.
When her gaze briefly met his, she felt as though she had caught a glimpse of something within his eyes. She thought to herself:
Is this really okay?
The line that should never be crossed was already crossed long ago in His Majesty Philip’s room.
Repeating that to herself, she raised her arm. Her fingertips tingled slightly, so she clenched her fist once before opening it again. Then, with audacity that bordered on insolence, she placed her hand against Richelle the Queen’s cheek.
“Am I not Your Majesty’s closest lady-in-waiting? Please speak freely.”
At her words, Richard’s face flushed bright red.
“Th-that is……”
Cecil felt a sudden throb between her legs at the queen’s abrupt change. The shift was even more intense than before, leaving her flustered, but with the composure befitting an excellent female knight, she succeeded in pretending to remain calm—at least, that was what she told herself.
With a face just as red as Richard’s, she said to him,
“Could it be that Your Majesty… is also feeling something very strange, just like me?”
“N-no, that’s not it.”
“Then is your lower belly growing hot, with blood rushing there?”
Cecil’s words grew increasingly direct.
“I told you it’s not that.”
Richard’s face had turned red all the way to his ears and neck. Cecil sat up, facing him directly. As she changed position, the love juices that had trickled down her thighs met the air and felt cool. She said,
“Then how do you explain these nipples of Yours, flushed so deeply red?”
Cecil carefully brushed her fingertips across Richelle’s dainty nipple. The reaction Richard showed was something Cecil could never have imagined.
Richard jerked upright and let out a scream.
“Hyaaang?!”
His body arched backward and collapsed. Cecil clearly saw the queen’s spread thighs—the smooth slit covered in faint golden pubic hair, now soaked with wet fluid. Richard panted heavily, clutching the sheets, twisting in what looked like agony.
Cecil couldn’t understand what she had done. She had only touched the nipple, yet the queen was squirting—though Cecil didn’t know the term “squirt,” she could tell it wasn’t urine—and gasping, hypersensitive. Were women truly this easy to please? Or was it just Queen Richelle who was especially so?
Cecil crawled on all fours toward Richard and whispered softly into his ear.
“Your Majesty?”
“U-uhng?”
Cecil swallowed hard and asked him.
“……Please teach me…… how to please Your Majesty as well.”
Pleasing this small, beautiful queen would surely be an incredibly enjoyable task. That was what Cecil thought to herself.
“Kyaa! Cecil! Wait! Just a moment!”
“Your Majesty, I don’t understand the language of Zylan.”
Richard screamed. The sensation was completely different from when he touched himself. His mind went blank, his entire body tingled. He couldn’t even put proper strength into his fingertips. It was entirely different from when Marion touched him. The gentle, soft, yet clumsy hands attacked his body without mercy. He cried out like a beast in heat.
“Do you like it here?”
Cecil’s moist, slightly anxious Eranian words sounded like a devil’s whisper. Richard tried to escape, but against his will, his body clung even more tightly to Cecil’s, the source of his pleasure.
“You must tell me exactly where feels good, Your Majesty.”
“U-uhng. Good. There……”
“Just saying ‘there’ doesn’t tell me anything, does it?”
With a provocative voice, Cecil stirred wildly inside him. Richard couldn’t keep his senses. Cecil’s touch was unskilled. She touched his clitoris, the tip of his urethra, the inside of his labia, and the depths of his vagina with no rhyme or reason. He couldn’t bear it. The moment he began to feel something, Cecil would move her hand somewhere else. He began to suspect she was doing it on purpose.
“Ah, there, right there!”
“Here, Your Majesty?”
“No, not there…… Ahht!”
Cecil’s caress—whether clumsy or not, it was impossible to tell—continued for what felt like an eternity. Richard felt both his mind and body growing unbearably frustrated. He wanted to reach climax cleanly, but Cecil refused to let him feel pleasure so easily.
Finally, he spat out his irritation and resentment.
“Stop!”
Tears welled in his eyes.
“I can’t endure it any longer.”
“Your Majesty?”
“At this rate, when will you ever make me……”
Richard shook his head. No matter what, saying “come” in Eranian was far too vulgar. He corrected himself.
“How can you ever become a lady-in-waiting worthy of me?”
As he spoke, Richard grabbed Cecil’s right wrist. Startled, she asked,
“H-have I done something wrong?”
Looking at her expression, it was clear she hadn’t been deliberately teasing him. But knowing that didn’t ease Richard’s anger. And it certainly didn’t relieve his desire.
He glared at her sharply and said,
“I feel it here.”
“Ah……”
Watching Cecil blush with embarrassment, Richard fell into an abyss of unbearable shame. Though he was in this state now, he had once been a man—and not just any man, but the greatest, strongest knight. For such a person to be teaching his maidservant his own erogenous zones in order to satisfy a woman’s sexual desires… there was no word for it but pathetic.
Yet this body of Richelle’s was the very embodiment of patheticness. Fragments of Richelle’s memories began to flow into Richard’s mind.
Richelle had been like a bitch in heat. The slightest vigorous movement would set her aflame instantly. After even the smallest sexual stimulation, her lower body would become a mess like that of a whore who had rolled with a man three times or more. The fact that she had endured such lust alone until now was practically a miracle.
Richelle had possessed an overflowing sex drive, but she had never intended to give her body to just any man. She had been a princess, and now she was a queen. Moreover, before that, she had been a knight who had to roll across battlefields. For her, allowing a man to embrace her was an act of extreme danger, regardless of his status.
To such a woman, Cecil’s appearance had been something to thank the gods for. A beautiful, intelligent, young female knight who could even be taken onto the battlefield had appeared at her side. And one she could train however she wished.
Beginning with those thoughts, Richelle’s ego began to be absorbed into Richard.
Richard thought to himself: No matter how high her status, a lady-in-waiting is nothing but a tool compared to a queen. This is merely masturbation using a tool.
With that thought, he pulled Cecil’s fingers toward his own labia.
“Kyaa!”
Though she had expected it to enter, the sensation of someone else’s fingers sliding inside was far more stimulating than she had anticipated. Richelle had loved having both the inside of her labia and her clitoris touched at the same time. When that happened, the deep interior of her vagina would tremble, begging for even stronger stimulation—a sensation she adored. Naturally, she would stretch her waist long, her eyes growing hazy, and push the fingers deeper inside, riding them as if they were the cock of a man she had never yet accepted. Spreading her legs and moving up and down, stroking her swollen clitoris, white sparks of lightning would explode before her eyes, completely blinding her vision……
At Richard’s scream-like moan, Cecil was startled.
“Are you alright, Your Majesty?”
“I-I’m fine, Cecilia. Just a little surprised……”
Cecil could tell it was far more than “a little.” Richard’s vagina was twitching violently, trying to swallow her fingers. Moreover, he was breathing so hard it seemed difficult for him to even draw breath.
Richard once again realized the joy of being touched by another and fell into a small panic. He had only been touched behind his clitoris, yet that alone had been enough to make him climax. He hunched his shoulders and legs, closing his eyes. Maintaining his posture was already taxing.
He lifted his trembling eyelids and looked at Cecil. She was watching him with worried eyes. Even in his dazed state, he smiled at her. He wasn’t sure if he was thinking clearly. It would probably take a very long time before he regained his senses.
He called out to her.
“Cecilia.”
“Y-yes, Your Majesty.”
He forced his body to move. Crawling on all fours, he buried himself in Cecil’s arms. Even as he crawled, the hypersensitive nerves in his wrists, shoulders, and calves sent chaotic jolts through his mind. Sticky fluid flowed from between his legs, staining the sheets. After much struggle, he reached her embrace.
He began another difficult battle. He moved one of Cecil’s arms between his legs and the other to his chest. He looked up at her. She wore a bewildered expression.
“This……”
Using every ounce of strength, Richard smiled at her and said,
“Do you remember the part of my body you touched earlier?”
“Y-yes, Your Majesty.”
“I like it very much when that place is touched. Keep touching it for me.”
He no longer had the confidence to endure a woman’s pleasure. He decided to surrender his body to Cecil’s touch.
Cecil swallowed hard as she gazed down at Richard’s flushed pink cheeks. His pure white neck, the breasts rising beneath it, and that petal-like place between his legs were seducing her. When Richard received no response, he reached out and wrapped his hand around her neck.
“Mmm……”
Richard’s lips met Cecil’s. She could clearly feel that not only had her fingers entered the queen’s slit, but her own thighs had grown hot as well. It was only a kiss, yet this was the result. Once again, she realized the truth.
She could never resist this small tyrant—Queen Richelle. She understood that now.
She pushed her fingers deep into the place inside Richelle the Queen where she had cried out in ecstasy. Within her arms, the queen sang with a tone more beautiful than any instrument on earth.