“Long live Queen Ansandra!”

Cries of joy and celebration echoed across

the gray stone walls and into the blue of the early morning sky.

This was the Domos royal capital of Fenrir.

On the royal palace’s thick stone balcony,

the king held the Queen in his arm and introduced her to the kingdom.

In the sunlight of the northern kingdom’s

short summer, Ansandra had the radiant beauty to match Lorent’s good looks, so

the Domos people were more than satisfied emotionally.

And on a rational front, they celebrated

the incalculable blessings she was sure to bring from the great neighboring

kingdom of Clanaria.

For this bright day, Ansandra wore a

wedding dress made so much silk and lace that it had supposedly taken 20

Clanarian weavers half a year to make.

The low-cut chest showed off her smooth

throat, the curves of her shoulders, and her pretty collarbones. She gave off

the kind of allure found in only the most beautiful girls and women.

She wore a small crown that the groom had

prepared for the bride. Lorent had paid Celeste’s great mineral craftsmen a

fortune to create it and those craftsmen had used the greatest skills they

possessed to impress their new ruler with the intricate work of platinum and

jewels.

“She’s so beautiful. Like a G.o.ddess of

light.”

“She’s so pretty… Like a doll.”

The celebrating Domos people were as

impressed by the clothing as they were by the graceful smile and the golden

hair glittering in the sunlight.

The ambitious young king squeezed the feminine

roundness of his queen’s shoulder and whispered into her ear.

“You are indeed beautiful. But this is not

the beauty your father is picturing back in the Clanarian capital of Curling.

Do you know what’s changed?”

“…No.”

Ansandra replied curtly, so Lorent

persistently explained to her.

“This is not the beauty of an innocent

angel. You now have the scent of a woman who knows the taste of men. It is the

sensual and obscene beauty of a fallen angel.”

Ansandra thought he might be right.

He f.u.c.ked every day and every night. He was

thorough and took his time, so there was no pain and plenty of pleasure. When

he had first penetrated her, she had wept at the pain of defloration and she

had felt a dull pain after that as well, but that pain had eventually left her

and her body could only feel the pleasure.

“You are growing as a woman every day. You

were especially cute last night. Your snow white skin was dyed a vivid red, you

cried in the lovely voice of a small bird, and you produced nectar like a

frozen mountain valley regaining its great current when the river melts in the

spring sunlight. But I am sure you will be even better tomorrow.”

Ansandra breathed a heated sigh when she

recalled her obscene behavior the night before.

A blindfold had been placed over her eyes

and she had been stripped naked. She had felt so abandoned and forlorn. She

could not remember how long she had been left there all alone, but she had

cried and wondered why she had to suffer through this humiliation in a distant

land.

But then she had felt great joy upon seeing

Lorent again. And she had felt whole again when he had put his d.i.c.k inside her.

She had been overcome by such great arousal

that she had been unable to think about anything else and she had cried all

night while o.r.g.a.s.ming.

(Is this what it means to be a slave to the

c.o.c.k?)

Now that she knew that physical joy, she

could not even think about living without Lorent.

“The more a woman sleeps with men, the

better she becomes. The more she is f.u.c.ked and pleasured, the sharper her

sensitivity grows. The more her body is caressed, the more fat grows in all the

right places and the more pleasant she feels in your hands. The more her young

and stiff b.r.e.a.s.t.s are groped, the softer and fuller they grow. The more c.u.m she

swallows, the softer and smoother her skin becomes. And the more her p.u.s.s.y

indulges in the pleasure of a man, the more skillfully it learns to pleasure

the man inside it.”

Ansandra grew intoxicated as he said all

these dirty things to her as tens of thousands of people watched her.

The previous night rushed back to her. The

hair he had stroked, the lips he had sucked, the tongue he had toyed with, the

hips he had held, the b.r.e.a.s.t.s he had groped, the nipples he had bitten, the

b.u.t.t he had squeezed, the legs he had lifted, the p.u.s.s.y lips he had licked, the

c.l.i.t he had pinched, the spine he had curved, the v.a.g.i.n.al flesh he had stirred

up, and the womb he had pounded all recalled the tingling feminine pleasure

that grew so sweet and intense as his c.o.c.k had pulsated and pumped her full of

his hot milk.

“Why is your face so red? Are you getting

wet just imagining it?”

Ansandra frantically shook her head even as

her mind sank into that s.e.xual fantasy. But even that casual action was

reminiscent of an aromatic flower.

Lorent’s eyes flashed.

“Oh, you really aren’t wet? Then let’s make

a bet. If you aren’t wet, I will cancel my plans to invade Clanaria. If you are

wet, you must be my faithful woman forevermore.”

“Eh…!?”

The king placed one arm below his new

wife’s thighs and one behind her back to pick her up and he carried her from

the balcony to the powder room inside.

“Wh-what do you think you’re doing!?”

Lorent continued walking despite the

disappointed voices of the people who wanted to see them some more and the

confused voices of the courtiers.

The puzzled bride was carried away in his

arms and he finally placed her back on the floor in front of a large mirror.

“Now, how about we check?”

Lorent embraced her from behind and reached

for her skirt made of many layers of lace.

“Please stop this!”

Ansandra frantically tried to hold the pure white skirt down with her hands,

but he mercilessly lifted it, causing it to tear vertically.

The newly-made slit revealed seductive leg

lines wearing white stockings held halfway up her thighs by a garter belt.

Ansandra desperately tried to hide herself

in her embarra.s.sment, but Lorent had torn the skirt and its contents were

reflected in the mirror.

She wore beautiful white shoes. She had

slender legs visible through white stockings. The white garter belt was

attached to her milky white thighs and the pure white panties were visible

above that.

Every piece of clothing was unbelievably

detailed and expensive.

The white shoes had gold thread woven in

and even glittered with pearls. The stockings were so sheer they seemed woven

out of dragonfly wings. The panties were bikini style with an intricate flower

pattern in openwork.

They were all so provocative and elegant.

Ever since Ansandra and Lorent began enjoying daily love affairs, her faithful

maids had begun preparing things like this for her without being asked.

And despite wearing such sensual underwear,

Ansandra still wore the panties below the garter belt.

A stylish woman would wear the panties over

the garter belt, but she was likely reluctant to wear them in such a s.e.xual

way. That mismatch seemed to speak to the state in which Ansandra found herself.

“Heh heh heh… See, you are wet.”

The crotch of the silk panties had a

blatant stain from absorbing a clear liquid and Lorent used his rough

fingertips to torment that embarra.s.sing stain.

“Looks like I win the bet. Or are you going

to claim this is pee?”

“Ahh, no…”

Her slender body trembled in shame as

Lorent held her from behind. He could feel her body heat and her burning l.u.s.t

through the dress.

He enjoyed that as he placed his index,

middle, and ring finger over her p.u.s.s.y lips and began gently rubbing them

through the thin white silk.

“Ahhhn, hhhn…”

He knew just where to touch her, so her

pure and n.o.ble face twisted in sensual pleasure, strength left her limbs, her

body arched back, and she rested her head in Lorent’s chest.

He continued rubbing her p.u.s.s.y and used his

other hand to grope her b.r.e.a.s.t.s through the wedding dress.

“Hyah, no…don’t, ahn. P-please stop this…

P-people will, ah, see us here.”

They would only officially become husband

and wife today, but they had already spent a month getting to know each other

very well physically. She was not about to bring up chast.i.ty now, but this was

in the middle of their wedding.

Lorent smiled at his bride’s seductive

resistance, stuck his hand into the chest of her dress, enjoyed the sensation

of the sensitive flesh below, and then tore the dress.

The pure white wedding dress was rent in a

large V-shape down from the chest and her twin b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounced out from the

gap.

The beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s were full of youth

and the nipples were already hard and standing in defiance of gravity.

The man’s large hand rubbed all around one

milk white breast and slowly climbed toward the red fruit at the peak.

He kissed the nape of her neck, fondled her

b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and caressed her p.u.s.s.y through the thin material. Ansandra had given

up resisting, so she entrusted herself to her cruel husband’s arms, her eyes

fogged over, and she released sweet nasal moans.

“Ahh, hahh…no…hahh, ah…ah…”

What had started as a small stain had grown

to a large lake. The cloth grew transparent and plastered itself to her flesh,

revealing the shape of the lips below. That allowed Lorent’s fingers to

accurately ma.s.sage the soft flesh even through the thin fabric.

“It’s like a flood down here. This thin

fabric can’t absorb it all, so it’s leaking down to your thighs too. It almost

looks like you p.i.s.sed yourself.”

He was telling the truth. Ansandra was

shocked by the indecent reflection she saw in the mirror.

(When did I become such a naughty girl?)

She could not believe what her own body was

doing. The slightest stimulation caused her body to produce a veritable fountain

of shameful juices, as if it had broken.

“Hee…!?”

Ansandra’s embarra.s.sment and confusion were cut off by a short screech from her

own mouth.

Lorent’s hand had grabbed the front of her

panties and pulled them upwards. The crotch dug deep into her slit.

“Hee… P-please stop…”

She stood on her tiptoes and pleaded with

him.

The pressure on her crotch was painful and

her b.u.t.t had been split apart and fully exposed from the panties. The thin and

soaked silk also mercilessly worked its way into the gap between the two

swollen lips and pressed on her c.l.i.toris.

Lorent continued to pull up on the panties

while his other hand squeezed her breast, her areola, and then her nipple.

“Ahhhh.”

Ansandra’s face looked all the more

beautiful when compared to the body wearing only a brilliant crown and the

remaining sc.r.a.ps of a wedding dress.

Her eyes were red from embarra.s.sment, her

throat was skinny enough to throttle with a single hand, her collarbones formed

a pretty indentation, her shoulders were slender, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were youthfully

perky, her waist was slim, her hips were still in the process of growing, and

the s.e.xy underwear that topped it all off like a ribbon was mercilessly digging

into her hidden slit.

The cloth only formed a vertical line at this

point, so golden hair and swollen lips were forced out on either side. The hot

drops flowing out reached her inner thighs and left a wet stain on the white

stockings.

When she saw herself in the mirror,

Ansandra harshly scolded herself: “Oh, how indecent. I’m such a h.o.r.n.y girl. I’m

completely shameless. I have no right to call myself a royal looking like

this.” But she also grew m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tically intoxicated: “Ahh, it almost looks

like I’m wearing restraints.”

“All women are narcissists. They love

seeing their horniness in the midst of their love affairs. Once they see it,

they will stare unblinking at it even as they writhe from embarra.s.sment.”

After having his say, Lorent finally

released the panties and Ansandra breathed a sigh of relief. But that sigh

proved premature.

“Ah…ahn.”

“You truly are beautiful. The aroused body

of Domos Queen Ansandra is a sight worth seeing.”

This time, he slipped his fingers down her

lower stomach and into her panties.

He found a heated swamp inside.

His rough fingers rubbed across her pubic

hair, enjoyed the soft sensation, smeared the love juices around, and

intentionally produced obscenely wet sounds.

“Ahh, no…”

The reflection in the mirror showed his

fingers dancing complexly inside the panties. It was an unbearably indecent

sight.

And his fingers found something inside that

lewd wetness.

“Ah, ahh…ahn…”

His fingers intentionally flicked her

hardened and springy c.l.i.t.

The stimulation to that sensitive organ

triggered sparks of pleasure deep in Ansandra’s eyes and love juices gushed

from her.

“You’re absolutely soaked. What a naughty

girl. I’ve slept with a lot of women, but none that got as wet as you. Are you

special, or are all Clanarian women like this?”

Ansandra lacked the knowledge and was too embarra.s.sed to answer that question. But Lorent was never expecting an answer. He was only trying to embarra.s.s his

new wife.

The way she trembled in shame was what he

liked best about her. The women of Domos were very open s.e.xually, so neither

Naja nor Dominic behaved like this.

“Ha ha. Really, maybe I should figure out

just how much love juices my queen has inside her.”

“Ah…no.”

The beautiful princess tried to close her

legs to resist, but Lorent tore away the garter belts and stripped off her

panties.

After removing the panties from her ankles,

he tossed them casually behind him where they hit the floor with a wet splat.

With the breakwater gone, the love juices

soaked her white stockings down to her ankles.

Ansandra tried to press her thighs together

to control the overflowing love juices as much as possible, but before she

could, Lorent placed his fingers on either side of her aroused and swollen

p.u.s.s.y lips. Then he parted both the outer and inner lips.

“St-stop… Don’t spread those…if you

do…ahhh…”

The lips were spread in a gorgeous diamond

shape.

Anyone who saw it would be surprised that

such a cute girl’s p.u.s.s.y lips could be spread so wide.

The swollen flesh twitched against her will

and the endless flow of s.e.x juices dripped to the floor instead of down her

thighs.

“You can see that, can’t you? This is your

h.o.r.n.y p.u.s.s.y.”

“Uuh…pant, pant…You’re so mean…uuh…”

Ansandra had an eye for aesthetics and she

had difficulty using the word “beautiful” to describe the grotesque body part

she saw in the mirror.

Unlike men, a woman’s s.e.x organ was inside

her body, so she needed a mirror to see it. That meant this was more or less

the first time Ansandra had seen inside her hidden lips. With her sheltered

upbringing, she had never wanted to look directly at that part of her body.

The intense embarra.s.sment sent tears

spilling from her eyes. If she truly did not want to see, she could have shut

her eyes, but she was so entranced that she forgot to blink.

“Heh.”

Lorent laughed coldly and spread each of

the soft folds of flesh as Ansandra watched. He finally reached the bottom of

the valley and found the feminine hole just below the center. And he spread

that as well.

But this was not an empty cave. It looked

like it had several layers of red clams packed inside and they were all

wriggling and pus.h.i.+ng at each other. Ansandra realized that was her own body’s

movement.

Seeing it visually brought her focus to the

movement of that v.a.g.i.n.al flesh. Her body had been made to accept a man inside

and it was throwing a tantrum in its desire for one now.

“Heh heh. It’s moving all around, isn’t it?

What an indecent sight.”

“No…no…”

Lorent cruelly asked for her agreement and

Ansandra looked away and quietly pleaded with him.

She could barely breathe she was so

embarra.s.sed and that further aroused the man’s sadism.

“But since you’re this wet, maybe it is p.i.s.s. But Princess Ansandra’s wisdom is known

in all the neighboring kingdoms, so I doubt she would do anything so crude…”

“P-please stop. Please don’t say that. It’s embarra.s.sing…”

“Oh? Then do you admit that this is your

love juices? Then as a reward, I have some good news for you. When I shove my

d.i.c.k in that twitching and begging hole of yours, you’ll start moving your hips

and shouting about how good it feels just like always.”

Her nectar-soaked hidden slit was spread as

wide as it would go. Lorent stuck his middle finger deep inside the small

nectar hole within and stirred up the flesh decorating the interior without

looking inside.

“Ahn, ahn ahn, no.”

Ansandra threw back her head, moaned, and

writhed in an undeniably erotic way. She stimulated Lorent’s male desire, but

he did not rush and added his index finger inside as well.

“Hahhn…ahahn, ahn, ahn, uhn, ahn ahn.”

He enjoyed the pleasant pressure provided

by her v.a.g.i.n.a as he alternately moved his two fingers in the entrance and

produced an obscenely wet sound with all her love juices.

“Pant, pant, pant… No, ah…ah, nooooo…”

The princess was aroused by the fingers

tormenting her agonized honeypot, but this was insufficient for a girl who had

already been instilled with c.o.c.kl.u.s.t.

“Ahh, hn, nn… Your Majesty, please…hah,

ahh…”

Ansandra’s cheeks were dyed pink and her

breaths were heated and damp.

s.e.xual pleasure rocked her body until she felt

dizzy. She knew well that she was not drunk, sleepy, or experiencing an

earthquake.

She had never felt this desire a few months

before, but it now ruled her body.

Her body was 100% prepared now. It already

knew how wonderful a man felt, so she needed an erection inside her

immediately.

Her desire for a man was about to drive her

insane, and yet she still refused to beg.

“You look like you want to say something.

Just give it a whisper. I might just give you what you want.”

Lorent’s cruel question led the beautiful

princess to bite her coral-like lower lip to bear with the humiliation.

She still had her pride. She had been

raised and educated as a proper lady, so she could not say she wanted this.

“What’s wrong? You want a man, don’t you?

If you do, then just say so.”

Lorent was well aware her heart was

wavering in the gap between l.u.s.t and pride, so he stuck his erection between

her b.u.t.t cheeks and rubbed up and down.

“…Ahh.”

When Ansandra realized what the hot and

hard object was sticking between her b.u.t.t cheeks, even her ears grew red and

even more longing filled her breathing.

“Try begging for it with some dirty words

for once. You’ve spied on me doing it with Naja, so you must know how.”

“Pant, pant… Spied on you? I wouldn’t…”

Blus.h.i.+ng Ansandra shook her head.

“What else would you call it? And Naja’s

something of an exhibitionist, so she’s been even more gung ho than usual. It’s

been causing some problems.”

“No… Y-you and the Flying Dragon General

have been intentionally doing it where I’ll see…ahhh.”

As they spoke, he continued his thorough

fingering of her and his warmth on her back built her desire to unbearable

levels.

She could think of nothing other than the

manhood held between her b.u.t.t cheeks.

“Well, that is true. Now, say something

that will get me rock hard and want to penetrate you. You won’t get it until you

do.”

“B-but…”

Aren’t you already plenty hard? So please

put it in me and bring me so much pleasure. She earnestly thought those words,

but she could never bring herself to say something so indecent.

Her eyes were damp and her face sweaty and

flushed like she had a high fever. Her flower petal lips were longingly parted

and hot breaths escaped through them. She pleaded Lorent’s reflection in the

mirror, hoping he would realize how h.o.r.n.y she was from her expression instead

of her words.

“Can you not wait a moment longer, my

queen? You’re dripping with juices and you clearly want it badly, so all you

have to do is open your mouth and beg. Just say it.”

He scooped up the womanly nectar on his

fingers and brought it to her mouth.

“Nn, nnnn.”

Since he refused to push his d.i.c.k through

her p.u.s.s.y lips, Ansandra used her round and curved lips to alluringly and

obscenely suck at his fingers.

She was entranced watching herself sucking

his fingers like she was giving a b.l.o.w.j.o.b.

“Heh heh heh… Whenever you put a woman before

a mirror, she seems to put on an act to make herself look more beautiful and

more obscene. Can you move your lips more smoothly now that I’ve oiled them for

you?”

The fingers in her mouth wrapped around her

tongue and stirred up the back of her front teeth, her back teeth, and her

upper jaw before pulling out.

A thick string of saliva mixed with

shameful juices spanned the gap between her fingertips and her half-opened and

glistening red lips.

The face of the girl in the mirror was

trembling in desire and looked like it belonged to the h.o.r.n.i.e.s.t s.l.u.t

imaginable. Ansandra focused on the indescribably immoral beauty in that as she

finally succ.u.mbed to her desire.

“…Put it in…”

“I can’t hear you.”

When he scolded her, Ansandra cowered down

but then raised her jaw in desperation, revealed her white throat, and shouted

tearfully.

“Ahhhhh! Please put your thick, long, and

manly c.o.c.k inside me and pound on my womb!”

Even she was amazed at what she had said. A

wild smile came to Lorent’s lips as he looked down at her.

“Pound on your womb, huh? It’s hackneyed

and not very creative, but everyone has to start somewhere. Fine then. Pound

your womb I shall.”

After giving his approval, Lorent spread

Ansandra’s white thighs and lifted them up.

“Eh?”

Ansandra cried out in confusion and surprise when she saw herself in the mirror

floating in midair with her legs spread.

He lifted up her thighs from behind and

spread her legs wide. Her p.u.s.s.y lips glistened with love juices and even her

a.n.u.s was visible. She looked a lot like a little girl being held up to pee.

Below her, the ma.s.sive flesh tower rose up to pierce the heavens.

The head pressed against the flesh gate.

“Ah…ahh…ahhhh…”

Her flesh produced an embarra.s.singly wet

noise as it welcomed in the man and Ansandra stared at the image in the mirror

enough to burn it into her retinas.

“See, I put it in just like you wanted. You

can see, can’t you?”

The mirror showed the thick c.o.c.k deeply penetrating her spread hidden lips.

Her flesh bud had poked out from its hood,

her v.u.l.v.a was puffy and swollen, and the internal flesh was moving.

And each time his p.e.n.i.s thrust in and out,

some of the red flesh pulled out, revealing her insides. The indecent fluid gushed

out, flowed down his rod to his b.a.l.l.s, and then dripped to the floor.

“This…this…this is too much…”

Ansandra could say nothing else as she was

charmed by her own horniness reflected in the mirror.

She had been thoroughly tormented,

humiliated, and teased before finally being united with him. Her v.a.g.i.n.a writhed

pleasantly as it accepted the man. Just a month before, Ansandra had never even

experienced this pleasure, but she had since grown into a girl who could feel

v.a.g.i.n.al pleasure.

Her heart and body were separated. She was

so embarra.s.sed she thought she would to die, but she also felt so good she

thought she would die.

(I have something that thick inside me…)

The visual aspect lured the proud princess

to even greater arousal.

“Ahh, ahhn, hahhn…”

She had a glittering crown on her head and

the tatters of a wedding dress on her body as she was lifted up from behind,

had her legs spread, and had a thick c.o.c.k pierce her.

That tear-damp allure had an artistic

beauty to it.

(Ahh… I can’t believe how amazingly

indecent I look. It’s too much. My p.u.s.s.y is absolutely flooded and my c.l.i.t is so

swollen. It’s so very lewd. I can’t believe I’ve turned into such a lewd girl.

My face is so red and I’m gasping like I can’t get enough air. Ahh, how can

this be? I’m drooling with a look of ecstasy on my face. I look so pathetic…

But I can’t help it. It really does feel that good. My mind goes blank when he

puts his thing inside me. Ahh, it’s so amazing. Does it make me a s.l.u.t to like

it this much? Yes, it must. What else could you call someone like this…?)

Ansandra’s pa.s.sion burned as she watched

her s.e.xual behavior in the mirror. Her eyes opened wide, yet she could not see

properly.

The inner lips were dyed a deep pink. This

was known as s.e.x skin. Once this happened, a woman had a straight shot toward

o.r.g.a.s.m as long as the man continued stimulating her. Ansandra lost herself in

the pleasure.

“Hahh, ahn, ahhn, hah, ahn, nn, hah, ahn,

hah, hah…”

“You certainly seem to be enjoying this.”

As she rose steadily toward o.r.g.a.s.m, he

suddenly lowered her body and removed his p.e.n.i.s. He kept only the head just

barely inside her v.a.g.i.n.a.

“Ah, wait, no… Please don’t stop… Forgive

me, please forgive me.”

Having it taken away from her now was too

much even for Ansandra. She abandoned all thought about shame and appearances

to stick her b.u.t.t out like a common wh.o.r.e. Lorent pulled back further. While

pathetically crouched over, Ansandra clung to the mirror and cried.

“Ahh… Please put it in. Put it inside me…”

“Heh heh. You really do get bold in front

of the mirror.”

Lorent looked exasperated and he embraced

her from behind as he gave an order.

“Say you love me. If you do, I’ll jam it

back in. I’ll jam it in deep enough to reach your womb.”

Those words surprised her. She realized

this man had slept with her, f.u.c.ked her, and driven her to humiliatingly

powerful climaxes, but she had never once said she loved him.

“You are like ice. I show you so much love

and yet you refuse to open your heart to me. Your body has grown hot and

melted, so open your heart. I need your a.s.sistance.”

Lorent’s left hand held her so her hips

would not give out below her and his other hand held the base of his d.i.c.k so he

could rub her soaked flesh with the tip.

“Say you love me. Say you love King

Lorent.”

“Hee… Why…now…?”

Her body cried out at how sensitive it was

so close to o.r.g.a.s.m and she gulped.

She was even tenser than when she had

begged for the c.o.c.k.

She was afraid of having him steal her

heart instead of just her body.

He kissed the nape of her neck and eyes

bright with ambition stared at her eyes through the mirror.

Reflected in the mirror, her nude body was

dyed a bright pink, filled with embarra.s.sment and tension, and trembling with

l.u.s.t. Her sensually wet lips parted.

“…Y-…you…demon.”

Lorent held her so tightly her body

protested and he asked a question with a cruelly thin smile on his lips.

“Do you hate demons?”

She answered him while staring at the

sanpaku eyes in the mirror.

“No, I’ve fallen under a demon’s spell. I

love the man who intends to take my pride and my home kingdom from me.

Everywhere he touches me burns hot and I grow wet when he so much as looks at

me… The demon’s poison has filled me down to the marrow of my bones. I will

stay with the demon wherever he might go.”

Lorent’s manly good looks and iron will

gave him a powerful charisma. People feared him and yet were drawn to him like

they had fallen under a demon’s spell.

Each time he wrapped his arms around her,

whispered false love in her ear, thoroughly caressed her, penetrated her with

his impressive erection, and covered her with his hot c.u.m, she was filled with

poison. It seemed to have permeated her heart, her skin, and every last one of

her hairs.

She wanted to see the same dream he did.

Even as his wife, she could not expect a doting husband’s kindness. But

instead, he was sure to be satisfying as a man.

And that was true more than just

physically. If she was with him, she was sure to see a world she could see with

no one else and live a life she could experience with no one else. She could

predict great sorrow and pain from this choice, but she could not resist the

temptation.

She twisted her upper body around to ask

for a kiss. She loved kissing. s.e.x gave her pleasure, but kissing gave her calm.

Even if she knew it was based on a lie, she still loved kissing.

Lorent answered his new wife’s first direct

request for a kiss.

“Mn…mn, mn…”

Once the kiss was over, Ansandra looked

directly into her new husband’s black eyes and whispered to him.

“I love you. I will be the conqueror’s

wife.”

Lorent broke out into a full-faced smile

when he heard that.

“Heh heh. Well said. Ansandra, you really

are cute. Here’s your reward.”

The rod wet with love nectar plunged deep into her v.a.g.i.n.a. Plus, he lifted up

her thighs once more and vigorously moved her entire body up and down.

“Kyahn! N-no, ah, ahn…hee…khahhhh!”

As his wildly thrusting flesh sword stirred

up her honeypot, Ansandra cried out madly.

“Ahhh, Your Majesty, ahhh!”

In the mirror, she was pierced by the man,

her brow wrinkled, and foaming drool leaked from the corners of her mouth. Her

melted expression was that of a h.o.r.n.y woman who obeyed only the throbbing of

her body.

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were not all that large, but

they were fully tensed and dancing up and down.

Each time the c.o.c.k moved in and out of her,

her love juices sprayed out and splattered onto the mirror.

“Ah…hahhhhn, harder, f.u.c.k me harder,

harder, ah, ah, I can feel you in the deepest part of my body…ahhhh, yes, so

deep, hwah, ah…so deep, nn…you’re…hah…ah, so deep, kwah…hh… Ahh. Yes, my womb…I

can feel you in my womb.”

More than 100 courtiers were waiting in the

room neighboring the one echoing with indescribably obscene moans.

A royal’s wedding was planned out down to

the second. There was simply no room left for the bride and groom to have any

personal time. And there was certainly not enough for a round of s.e.x.

Unable to continue with the wedding, the

courtiers were forced to listen to the bride and groom’s unrestrained moans as

they waited for their master to finish.

“Honestly, our king is such a lecher. How

embarra.s.sing.”

“Really, now. The young are so wild. Oh ho

ho ho ho.”

Lorent’s former tutor Stephan and

Ansandra’s head maid Granmars blushed and waited for their masters to finish

their lovemaking.

“Ah, aheeeeeeeeeee….”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

Through the door, they heard what sounded

like a death cry from the woman and a roar from the man, so it seemed the young

couple was finished.

The elderly courtiers were relieved that

they could get on with the wedding, and the younger women dressed up for the

wedding walked forward.

“Honestly, His Majesty is hopeless.”

“We’ll go give him a talking to.”

Naja and Dominic gave each other a

meaningful nod and entered the powder room.

“Wait, what are you two doing!?”

Head Maid Granmars tried to stop them, but more

and more ladies in fancy dresses followed. This included a daughter of old

Celeste n.o.bility; Lumishas, the heir of Sulbey’s last king; and even Linda,

Stephan’s granddaughter.

Granmars finally looked to Stephan for an

explanation.

The old general who had been the king’s

tutor started sweating and reluctantly opened his mouth.

“I am sorry. Everyone who just walked in

there is a woman His Majesty has…um…laid hands on.”

“My…”

Dumbfounded, the head maid watched the door

as a true battlefield unfolded within.

“Wait just a minute, all of yoooooooou!!”

Lorent was shaken for once and his voice

could be heard even outside the room.

“I can’t believe all of you…”

Stripped naked and sprawled out on the

floor, Lorent was covered in women.

Beautiful (and quite naked) women grabbed

at every inch of his body, licked his nipples, licked his armpits, pressed

their sizable b.r.e.a.s.t.s against him, and rubbed their wet p.u.s.s.y lips against him.

Lorent could likely push them away with his

great strength, but he chose not to.

“You took all of our virginities, so we’re

not going to let you just have a happy married life.”

Naja had mounted Lorent’s face and she

rubbed her p.u.s.s.y lips against him. This was known as facesitting.

“Delicious… Your Majesty, your c.o.c.k is

delicious♪”

Dominic was letting her jealousy show as

she licked Lorent’s rod.

Just as Ansandra had finished having s.e.x

with Lorent, this army of women had appeared and pushed her husband to the

floor. She leaned back against the mirror in a daze, but when she finally

realized what was going on, she placed a hand over her mouth and giggled.

“Your Majesty, you’re so cute♪”

Seeing him overwhelmed by the attack of

jealous women made her feel much closer to her husband than ever before.

He had seemed like a frightening conqueror

until now, but this reminded her that he was only human no matter what he might

like to pretend.

She had prepared herself to be the

conqueror’s queen and now she felt herself drawn to Lorent as a human as well.

Without thinking, she leaned forward and asked a question.

“May I join in?”

“Sure…go right ahead.”

His dignity as a conqueror meant nothing

when it came to women. He replied casually and Ansandra joined the swarm of

h.o.r.n.y women.

“Then I shall.”

She crawled over with s.e.m.e.n dripping from

her honeypot and joined the other women in licking Lorent’s d.i.c.k.

“…”

Dominic looked displeased, but Ansandra

pretended not to notice and licked alongside her.

Furthermore, she copied and stole Dominic’s

technique.

Dominic and Ansandra seemed to compete with

each other as they licked with the pa.s.sion of a kitten given milk.

She found it irresistibly adorable how her

husband shook with pleasure.

And all the women seemed to share that

feeling.

Ansandra, Naja, Dominic, and the other

women Ansandra did not know all gained looks of ecstasy as they attacked

Lorent.

This conqueror filled the world with awe

and fear, but he was defenseless in their hands here.

Only the women who had received his love

could see him like this, so a sense of superiority sweetly filled their bodies.

“Kh…”

He groaned as his thick p.e.n.i.s twitched.

Prec.u.m dripped from the tip like nectar

meant to lure in the women.

“Pant, pant. Wow…”

The beautifully but unbearably h.o.r.n.y women

wiggled their hips in their desire to have it inside them. Some of them began

masturbating while pleasuring him.

Thanks to that, a stifling feminine scent

filled the room.

Naja teased him while rubbing her crotch on

his face.

“Oh, c’mon, Your Majesty. You just came,

but its already throbbing so much♪”

“I don’t want to hear that from someone

rubbing her drenched p.u.s.s.y on me.”

Lorent’s usual calm was absent from his

voice. Ansandra was turned on by the new experience as she listened to the

conversation and pa.s.sionately licked his p.e.n.i.s.

(Wow. I can feel the b.a.l.l.s moving inside

the sack…)

She had lived a life full of s.e.x ever since

meeting him, but she had always been on the receiving end and had never

actively pleasured him.

She made sure to observe his manhood as

much as she could.

(How cute♪ I never knew d.i.c.ks were so adorable.)

As her womanly instincts awoke inside her,

Ansandra kissed his b.a.l.l.s and then brought them into her mouth.

She enjoyed toying with their texture.

Naja spoke up in exasperation when she saw

it.

“Looks like His Majesty got his wish. That

girl’s turned into quite the s.l.u.t.”

“Oh? But servicing her husband’s c.o.c.k is a

wife’s greatest joy.”

“I see you’ve learned how to fight the war

of words.”

Those sand-colored eyes narrowed. Blue ones

looked boldly back up at her and sparks flew with the towering erection between

them.

But while those two fought their battle,

Dominic had gone mad with desire and asked a question while lovingly rubbing

the rod.

“King Lorent, are you ready to c.u.m now?”

“Yes, please. This is a bit much even for

me. Today’s schedule is still packed full of official duties, so let’s get this

over with.”

Naja did not like Lorent’s answer.

“Oh, is that so? Hmm, so you put politics

above p.u.s.s.y.”

With that disagreeable comment, she pushed

down with her hips.

“Kh, wait, wait, Naja. I-I can’t breathe…”

She had apparently sealed his mouth and

nose with her p.u.s.s.y, so Lorent struggled.

The t.i.tle of conqueror was ruined by scenes

like this.

Each arm and leg had a different woman

holding it down and he writhed in pleasure as they licked at his nipples and

armpits.

He was truly at the mercy of the women.

Ansandra was enjoying this more and more,

so she gently licked up his shaft and then licked the head.

“Kwah…!”

Following their queen’s example, several

other women used their wet tongues to lick at the head from every direction.

(Ah, he’s about to c.u.m. So this is what it

does just before he c.u.ms.)

Her crotch grew restless as she recalled

the many times he had c.u.m inside her.

(Ahh…I want it. I want his hot milk inside

me…)

She earnestly thought that even with some

of the hot remnants still inside her, so the other women had to desire it all

the more.

The ladies with wet p.u.s.s.ies blushed and

breathed heated sighs as they focused on licking all over the head.

“Kh!”

Just as the man groaned, his p.e.n.i.s

exploded.

The white milky liquid flew high, like a

rising dragon.

The h.o.r.n.y women watched it in ecstasy, but

it was never going to end there.

“Ahh, I can’t wait any longer. I’ll be

taking that.”

Naja grabbed the c.o.c.k that had just

finished e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.n.g. and started stroking it to force it back to hardness. Then

she quickly s.h.i.+fted from facesitting to the cowgirl position.

“Ahh, no fair, Naja!”

The other women protested and a women-on-man

gang rape began.

The entire kingdom was celebrating. Even if

the stars had briefly left, the festivities had only grown, but the excitement

reached a fever pitch when Lorent and Ansandra returned before the crowd that

afternoon.

“Domos King Lorent!”

“Domos Queen Ansandra!”

Did anyone there notice that the queen

seemed to have been reborn into a woman even more bewitching and lovely than

she had been that morning? Ansandra at least was aware of it.

(I am his wife and I will stay by his side

until death do us part.)

With that resolution in her heart, she

looked up at her beloved husband’s face.

He looked a little tired, but the crowd was

not bothered by that. For one thing, the bride was the true star of this

wedding.

From there, the wedding continued without a

hitch and the officials in charge breathed a sigh of relief. But when the

western sky grew blood red, the sun sank, and a raucous and alcohol-fueled

party began for the night, another unplanned action occurred.

Lorent’s eyes transformed from those of a

handsome young man to the dangerous and piercing ones of an ambitious man as he

urged one of his mistresses forward.

When Ansandra saw the woman in a green

official’s outfit step up onto the podium, her pulse, lungs, and inner ear

malfunctioned and she grabbed at Lorent’s left arm.

“Domos Queen Ansandra wishes to also take

the throne as queen of her home kingdom of Clanaria and her husband Domos King

Lorent will fully support her in this endeavor.”

Dominic’s announcement rang loud.

As queen of Domos, Ansandra was seeking the

Clanarian throne. That was tantamount to a declaration of war against Clanaria.

The celebratory cheers were temporarily

quieted and silence fell as if everyone was holding their breath. Then fiercely

wild voices exploded out.

“Clanaria shall belong to Domos!”

The Domos people had been itching for a new

target ever since conquering Sulbey. Lorent had created a people that preferred

war to peace.

(I will follow him wherever he might go. Will

I go down in history as the queen of the conqueror who grasped the entire

continent in his fist? Or will he meet the cruel fate of a foolish dreamer who

did not know his place?)

Ansandra had made the tragic choice to make

an enemy of her home kingdom, her parents, her sister, her best friend, and so

much more. She looked up at the groom who had forced this harsh destiny onto

her.

“Your Majesty, please take Clanaria.”

“Yes, Clanaria is first. And then I will

continue unto the ends of the world.”

Ansandra exchanged a glance with her

husband and she kept her next thought unsaid.

(I wonder where Mimi is right now. Has she

arrived safely in Curling? …If this is a complete surprise attack, will the

Domos army actually have a chance of winning?)

At that time, the Clanarian courtiers had

received a report from Head Maid Granmars and the others who had accompanied

Ansandra: “The princess and the Domos king are getting along extremely well.

They have been intimate every day since we arrived in Fenrir without rest.”

“Well, it would seem Princess Ansandra is

getting along well. The north should be safe for a while now.”

Most of the senior officials breathed a

sigh of relief that they had chosen Princess Ansandra over Princess Virginia.

An urgent message arrived early in the

morning on the very day that Domos was likely holding a magnificent party.

It was brought by Mimi. She was the same

age as Ansandra and she was known as the princess’s favorite maid.

“What brings you to me, Mimi!?”

She had come to Lucy, the only daughter of

Clanaria’s General Albare.

“Lady Lucy, it’s an emergency.”

Tears spilled from Mimi’s eyes as she leapt

into Lucy’s chest.

“What happened, Mimi?”

Surprised, Lucy accepted the girl’s body

and rubbed her back.

Mimi rubbed her cheek against Lucy’s plump

b.o.o.bs and described her adventure that brought both listener and speaker to

tears.

After she was given an important mission

from her master, Mimi had done as Ansandra asked and visited a Clanarian

merchant in Fenrir’s castle town.

With the approaching marriage of the

princess, it was a.s.sumed the Clanari