“We have no intention of resisting. We only

ask that Lady Ansandra ensures we are treated tolerantly. It is not much, but

we have prepared a feast for you. Please rest your troops and horses here.”

Not a shred of cloud was visible in the azure sky. A silver river flowed

through a dark green forest and a gra.s.sy plain. The central plain was blessed

with a warm climate and the fortress city of Ramlese stood atop that green

scenery. Ten troops on horseback rode out from the city and made the

announcement.

The fortress city was built atop an

easily-defendable hill and surrounded by walls.

It was the midpoint between the mountain

castles common in the north and the plains castles common in the central plain.

20,000 people lived there and it was the base of northern Clanaria’s

administration. Taking it without having to fight meant a lot.

“So even the Clanarian people will side

with the strong.”

Domos King Lorent accepted the blatantly

flattering offer from Ramlese and entered the city.

Some of his staff officers of course

suspected it was a trap.

Attacking enemy troops when they were

succ.u.mbing to sugary dreams was a standard tactic.

“There is no reason to reject their

kindness. And if it is a trap, we only need to obliterate the city so

thoroughly that not even birds will visit.”

Lorent gave his officers and troops a

chance to rest in two s.h.i.+fts over a full day and he authorized the consumption

of alcohol. They were free to sleep with women, but it had to be consensual. Looting

and raping were strictly forbidden.

All of Clanaria would be focused on the

Domos army’s actions here.

If they treated this city poorly, no other

cities would surrender. It was announced that any who disobeyed Lorent’s orders

would be publicly executed, no matter how skilled a warrior they were. The

Domos military was strict like that.

Ironically enough, Ramlese had rebelled

because of the Clanarian army’s strategy put together by Princess Virginia.

When Ramlese heard the plan was to strike

back at Domos’s army only after they had marched on Curling, they felt they had

been abandoned while the central government was focused only on their own safety.

Domos’s brutality was well known. Since

Ramlese would have made an excellent example for the rest of the kingdom, the

odds had been good an unimaginable slaughter would have occurred. Their only

way to escape that fear was to capitulate to Domos.

But the Domos army had never intended to

destroy Ramlese.

Their strategy was to ignore all of the

fortresses, make their way directly to the royal capital of Curling, and make

powerful attack after powerful attack until it fell. If they did that, the

smaller castles and fortresses would give in without a fight, so an important

fortress like Ramlese had not been a real problem.

If Domos really had stopped to attack

Ramlese, Lucy would have probably scoffed at the barbarian king’s ignorance of

strategy.

Ramlese succ.u.mbing to an imaginary fear had

been a complete G.o.dsend for Domos.

And Domos intended to make full use of this

unexpected opportunity.

They had secured a communication and supply

line from the front line to their home kingdom, it would make for an important

base, and they had obtained all the provisions inside the castle unharmed. It

also held great political significance. If this acted as a model case and other

fortresses fell without a fight, Clanaria would collapse in no time.

But while this was a miscalculation on

Clanaria’s part, it was not a fatal one.

A single fortress deep behind enemy lines

would not support the Domos army forever. If their main force was repelled,

Ramlese would naturally return to Clanaria. So their basic strategy remained

unchanged.

“Kyah! Please, not here, Lord General♪”

Clanaria’s refined women were performing a

lively dance and singing an exciting song. And the mountain apes of Domos were

having a blast.

An entertainer woman cried out as drunken

Almeida stuck a hand into the chest of her clothing and touched the soft flesh

within.

(Really, how can a general who represents

Domos behave so shamefully?)

Ansandra frowned at the low cultural standards of her husband’s people, but her

husband was even bolder.

Domos King Lorent was being served by the

lead dancer, an incredibly beautiful woman with dark red hair and a curvy body

that oozed s.e.xuality.

He rubbed her plump thighs, stuck his hand

up her skirt, and began directly teasing her p.u.s.s.y.

“Ahh, please, that’s enough. If you keep

going, I’ll c.u.m. Ahh, I’m c.u.mming. Ahhhhhh!”

The beautiful dancer desperately tried to

suppress her moans, but she let out a sensual breath and her body convulsed.

Ansandra had noticed what was going on

right next to her, but she said nothing and took a large drink with red in her

cheeks.

She could only praise it as “better than

bloodshed”, but Ansandra was happy that Ramlese had let them in without a fight

and she got through the rest with alcohol.

She did not intend to drink so much she

lost control of herself, but she did enjoy some light drinking. She preferred

to enjoy the flavor of the drink over getting drunk.

Water was the lifeblood of brewing alcohol and

Ramlese was well known for its alcohol thanks to the pure water flowing down

from the Tarachia Mountains.

Water and alcohol from her homeland seemed

to suit her tastes best.

She just could not bring herself to like

the black horse milk wine that was said to be Domos’s finest drink.

“Princess, don’t you think you’re drinking

a little too much?”

She was stopped by Head Maid Granmars who had accompanied her from Clanaria to

Domos and back to Clanaria again to look after her.

“In this Clanarian-style room, I can’t help

but think it was all a dream that I was married to Domos, that I slept with

King Lorent, that we invaded my homeland, and that so many Clanarian people

were killed. I begin to wonder if I will wake up in my room back in the Curling

royal palace once the drink wears off. I wonder if I will find my father

leading the various officials, Virginia obsessing over her strange magic

research, and Lucy being chased around by the young maids.”

“Princess…”

The pained look on her aide’s face brought

Ansandra back to her senses.

“Sorry. This is no time to be thinking

about older times. I have invaded my homeland. There is no escaping that fact.

…I really must be drunk.”

Ansandra took things too seriously to lose

herself in escapism.

Feeling tipsy from the taste of her

homeland’s drink, the queen decided to retire early since she had no interest

in the beautiful singing and skilled dancing of the half-naked women.

“Good night, everyone.”

Just as she stood from her seat, Lorent

sensed that she had started to say something else.

“Hm? What is it?”

“Nothing really. It’s just that I visited

this castle once long ago.”

“Really?”

This was Clanarian territory so there was

nothing strange about that.

“As a brewing region, the water here is

clean and pleasant. Please enjoy the great bath here. Um…if you like, I could

wash your back for you…”

Lorent laughed out loud at her roundabout

offer.

“I see, I see. I’ve been so busy with the

march that I haven’t had time for you. My queen must be h.o.r.n.y.”

“N-not so loud…”

Ansandra blushed and hurriedly tried to

stop her husband’s comment, but it was too late.

“Ah ha ha. She looks docile enough, but I

guess even our queen is a woman♪”

When the surrounding generals and the women

serving them all laughed, Ansandra thought her face would burst into flames and

she shrank down, unsure what to do with herself.

She would be lying if she said she had not

been hoping for that. Back in the castle, she had had so much s.e.x she barely

had time to sleep, but that was not the case once the march had begun.

She understood the reason why, but that did

not stop her young body from aching for it.

To escape the laughter, she retired to the

second nicest room in Ramlese. She changed into white silk panties and a silk

negligee, lay on the large canopied bed, and placed a thin blanket over

herself.

“…”

She rarely had trouble falling asleep, but

now sleep simply refused to come.

And she quickly realized why. Ever since

marrying into Domos, she had grown accustomed to falling asleep after sleeping

with Lorent or Naja and her dragon-rider girls. It had been a long time since

she had a bed to herself.

“How strange. Were beds always this large?”

Since she could not pa.s.s through the gate

to dreamland, she opened her eyes and saw the Clanarian-style architecture of

the room. She once more started to feel like it had all been a dream, but she

knew this was not her room.

“I wonder what His Majesty is doing now…”

She smiled bitterly at her comment.

He was almost certainly sharing a bed with

one of the dancers.

“Knowing him, he might be doing two of them

at once. Hee hee hee.”

She smiled a bit, but the expression froze

on her face. A sharp pain throbbed in her chest.

She thought her heart would tear apart when

she thought of Lorent embracing, f.u.c.king, and eliciting moans of pleasure from

other women.

She shut her eyes to drive the feeling from

her, but then Lorent’s manhood appeared in her mind’s eye.

“No, what is wrong with me?”

She blushed, held her cheeks, and twisted

her body.

Her heart was pounding and she held her

chest with both hands.

She was surprised at the size of her own

b.r.e.a.s.t.s, so she held them in her hands.

“Have they grown lately?”

Lorent had claimed ma.s.saging them would

make them grow, but she was not so sure that was true. But if it was, then it

would make sense that hers would have grown some after having so many people

ma.s.sage them every day since arriving in Domos.

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s had never been small, just appropriate

for her age. But they had seemed small when compared to Lucy, Dominic, Naja, or

the dragon-rider girls with larger ones.

She resentfully wished they were a little

bigger while lightly lifting and ma.s.saging the ma.s.ses through the silk fabric.

“…Ah, they’re firming up.”

Her body trembled and a quiet, warm breath

escaped her lips.

She found it indecent, but she could not

stop herself.

She could feel her nipples growing erect

while she kneaded her b.o.o.bs through the negligee. When she toyed with them between

her fingers and squeezed them tight, a tingling throb ran through her lower

body.

Her crotch throbbed wetly.

“Ah…ahn, Your Majesty…”

One of her hands lowered from her chest and

held her crotch instead.

She felt a squeezing pleasure, but the

stimulation through the negligee and panties was not enough. She quickly lifted

up the bottom of the negligee and stuck her hand into her panties.

“Ah, I’m wet.”

She sounded surprised, but she was no

longer so innocent that she had not expected this. Her slippery fingers quickly

found her slit. Just by pressing down, her fingers slipped into the wet

crevice.

“Hyah…ahhhn.”

She tilted her head back as a sweet and

damp cry escaped her small nose. As she groped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and moved her fingers

back and forth through her secret slit, her hips lifted from the bed and

trembled.

“Ah…hwahhh.”

Her cheeks were flushed and her lips

cracked open. Her pure facial features twisted seductively as she lost herself

in masturbation.

Her neck on down were covered by the

blanket, but it was a thin summer blanket. The positioning of her arms, the

movement of her fingers, and the alluring writhing of her body were all visible

through it.

“No, my fingers…my fingers are so lewd…”

She felt like her fingers had a mind of

their own as they danced across her wet secret entrance and she moved her body

as if trying to escape them. But then her slender fingers found the erect flesh

core.

“Ahhhn…”

She really was surprised by how loudly she

moaned and her body rolled over with her hands still in place. On her stomach

now, she buried her face in the fluffy pillow, pulled the blanket up over her

head, and happily spread her legs with her b.u.t.t sticking out. The negligee and

blanket slipped away, so her b.u.t.t was exposed even though her head was hidden.

Ansandra of course was oblivious to this fact.

Her fingers produced an obscene sound as

they moved within her panties.

“Ah, ahhhhhn, y-yes…”

Her c.l.i.toris had grown large as if to

demand she touch it, so she rubbed a finger against it while also sticking fingers

in her sticky honeypot.

Unable to bear it any longer, she grabbed

both sides of her panties, stuck her b.u.t.t up in the air, and pulled the

underwear down like she was peeling a boiled egg. She then pulled them down her

slender legs and indecently tossed them off of the bed. She finally resumed

fingering her p.u.s.s.y as if trying to make up for that brief lost time.

“Ah, hhhhn, yes…”

She shoved her fingers in as far as they

would go and rubbed at a b.u.mpy part on the front v.a.g.i.n.al wall. That area always

provided her with an agonizingly strong squeeze of pressure and kept her from

thinking about anything except pleasure.

And that was why she did not notice that

she had a guest in this room full of a powerful feminine scent. The guest

picked up the panties that had fallen at his feet, turned them inside out, and

smiled at the stain on the crotch.

“Ahh…nn, nhah…hahhh.”

On the bed with a gorgeous silk canopy,

Ansandra had the bottom of her negligee pulled up and her small b.u.t.t fully

exposed as she pumped her fingers in and out of herself.

Her pink a.n.u.s wriggled embarra.s.singly at

the base of the small but shapely mounds of her b.u.t.t. Below that was her

flushed perineum and spread flower petals soaked with the nectar flowing from

her s.e.xual slit. That soft flesh was pure and beautiful even as it was exposed

to the intense movements of her fingers.

Unlike in Domos, the summer evenings in

Clanaria were hot. Her body was soaked with sweat and that fragrant scent

filled the room.

Sweat beaded up on her exposed b.u.t.t, mixed

with the dripping s.e.x juices, and flowed down her inner thighs.

The bedding had such a large stain that you

would have thought she had wet the bed.

She was trying to suppress her moans so the

maids would not notice, but the ignorant princess gave no thought to the love

juices staining her panties and the sheets.

Also, her maids were well-trained, so they

would not speak a word to her or to anyone else.

“Ahh…knh…no…ahn, ahn…nnh.”

A nasal note joined Ansandra’s beautiful

voice and the sounds of her fingers ma.s.saging her inner flesh ruled the room.

“Your Majesty, more, stir up my p.u.s.s.y even

more… And pound me until I break.”

As an overly self-conscious princess,

Ansandra would never say these dirty things while actually having s.e.x, but she

voiced them now while stirring up her secret flesh, scattering a sticky liquid,

and writhing on the bed. Her sweet breaths grew intermittent and her slender

body shook.

She had entered a state of s.e.xual arousal

she could not control. She used all ten fingers to thoroughly and pa.s.sionately

stimulate her c.l.i.toris, v.a.g.i.n.al entrance, and perineum.

“Ah, hee.”

Her high-pitched cries of pleasure sounded

like a small bird’s cries, she energetically shook her a.s.s, and a great

quant.i.ty of love juices flowed from her v.a.g.i.n.a.

“No, ahhhn, Your Majesty…I’m c.u.mming, I’m

c.u.mming…”

Her lovely cries declared her o.r.g.a.s.m and her raised b.u.t.t wiggled left and

right. She rubbed her c.l.i.toris while moving it side to side and boldly pumped

the two fingers plunging into her honeypot. It all felt unbearably good.

“Hh…hah…ah, hahhhhhn!”

She climaxed with an extra loud cry. With

her b.u.t.t raised high, a liquid sprayed out with the intensity of p.i.s.s, she

breathed heavily, and she basked in the afterglow for a bit, but she eventually

breathed a heavy sigh.

“Sigh… I really want His Majesty’s p.e.n.i.s.

Sob.”

She missed his presence. As the wave of

pleasure receded, her body was ruled by a sense of guilt and emptiness.

That was when the thin blanket covering her

was pulled away.

Caught completely off guard, she hopped up,

quickly pulled down her negligee, hid her b.u.t.t, and looked to see who had

stolen away the blanket fortress that had let her forget her shame. The first

thing she saw was an erect c.o.c.k. She looked up to see a large man armored by

muscle. His sharp features looked down at her while letting out a breath that

smelled strongly of alcohol.

“…Your Majesty, how long have you been

here…?”

“One of your faithful maids reminded me that I hadn’t visited you at night

recently. I was thinking I could take you up on your offer to visit the bath,

but it looks like you couldn’t wait.”

Ansandra had fallen for Lorent. And it

seemed her maids knew that better than she did herself.

Lorent had actually fled from Stephan and

Dominic when they tried to get him to do some administrative work related to

the handover of the castle, but he left that part unsaid.

As Ansandra gradually calmed down, the

situation dawned on her and embarra.s.sment reared its ugly head.

(What have I done? How could I let him see

me do that? I just want to hide now.)

She curled up as small as possible on the

bed, but he grabbed her bright golden hair and lifted her head.

His thick and glistening p.e.n.i.s was right at

her eye level. Several veins bulged out of the shaft that rose at a sharp

angle, the head was pulled tight, and the bottom of the head stuck out at

another sharp angle. A drop of clear nectar seeped out of the tip.

“What’s wrong? This is what you wanted.

You’re free to do with at as you wish.”

Ansandra hesitated for a moment as she

stared at his c.o.c.k. She finally sat up on the bed, reached out, and grabbed the

manhood. This was her first time to actually hold it in her hand.

She had taken it inside her countless times

and she had just m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed while imagining it, but as sensitive as her honeypot

was, it could not fully sense his size, hardness, and warmth. She stared at the

erect p.e.n.i.s and ma.s.saged it between her hands. Then she hesitantly leaned in

and softly kissed the tip.

“Heh heh heh. Did Naja teach you how to

suck d.i.c.k?”

“Yes. All of the flying dragon knights said that gentlemen enjoy it when you do

this, so they insisted I perform oral s.e.x next time I slept with you. Was that

wrong?”

Ansandra pulled her mouth back, carefully

held the rod between her hands, and gave Lorent a hesitant upturned glance.

“Not at all. Continue.”

When he smiled and asked her to continue, Ansandra

happily smiled back, lowered her gaze to the d.i.c.k, and intently leaned her head

back toward it. She opened her mouth wide, cutely stuck out her light red

tongue, and began licking the tip. Even a pure face like hers could look

unbelievably obscene when she did something like this.

Once the swollen head glistened with

saliva, she took the head inside her mouth, skillfully moved her tongue around

it, and stimulated the tip and ridge while wrapping saliva around them.

This was her first b.l.o.w.j.o.b, but she felt no

reluctance.

It had looked so strange and sinister when

she had first seen it, but now she felt nothing but love, longing, and wonder

for it.

There was a clear hint of self-absorption

on her face as she lost herself in pleasuring him. The way she actively kneeled

down and sucked on his p.e.n.i.s filled her with masochism, like she had become his

slave.

She had been told the bottom of the head

was a man’s weak point, so she was especially thorough in licking there. Her

tongue reached the bottom of the shaft and licked down the line leading down

into his crotch. She sucked on and played with one of his b.a.l.l.s and even licked

along his taint. She then licked back up the shaft and repeated the process.

Suddenly, Ansandra wrapped her lips and

tongue around the p.e.n.i.s from the side. She made sure not to touch it with her

teeth while she applied pressure with her lips. She seemed to be checking how

thick and hard it was. And she stickily moved up and down the side of the shaft

like a dog s...o...b..ring on a bone.

After licking along the left and right

sides, Ansandra swallowed it from the top.

Instead of just the head, she swallowed it

deep into her throat. The p.e.n.i.s soaked in her warm saliva and the breaths from

her nose pleasantly tickled his pubic hair.

“Ngh.”

While moving her head back and forth, she

rubbed the shaft and ma.s.saged the b.a.l.l.s. She only knew how to do this thanks to

the training from the flying dragon knight girls, but as she sucked the c.o.c.k,

she grew more aggressive and aroused. It did not really taste like anything,

but she could not stop herself when she thought about it being Lorent’s. That

made it taste good.

“Mh…”

She was definitely less skilled than Naja,

Dominic, or the others, but this b.l.o.w.j.o.b had an earnestness only found in a

woman in love. Lorent’s body responded in kind.

“Kh, I’m c.u.mming…”

He gave a warning as he reached climax, but Ansandra made no attempt to escape

and in fact wrapped her arms around his b.u.t.t while taking his p.e.n.i.s deep into

her throat.

Just as she felt his hips tremble a bit,

lots of s.e.m.e.n surged out and both her mouth and nose filled with the smell and

flavor of that male fluid.

“Nmh, mh, mh, nmhhhh…”

The thin threads of her blonde hair shook

as she uttered m.u.f.fled groans.

The force, quant.i.ty, smell, and flavor of

the c.u.m were all greater than she had expected and some dripped down from the

corners of her mouth, but she did not move her head.

For a while after the long, long

e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n ended, Ansandra seemed to be struggling to swallow all of the male

fluid filling her mouth, but it would not go down her throat like she wanted.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she did her best to swallow, so it was too much

to watch.

“Don’t force yourself. Spit it out.”

Lorent gently stroked her golden hair, but

Ansandra shook her head with the head still in her mouth.

She finally managed to get it all down with

multiple swallows. She then sucked the rest out of the rod and swallowed that.

She finally pulled her head back from it, but then she gagged, choked, and shed

a few tears.

She had clearly pushed herself too far to

swallow it, so Lorent gently rubbed her back.

“That couldn’t have tasted good. I told you

to spit it out.”

Once she finally came back to her senses,

Ansandra looked tearfully up at Lorent.

“But Naja and Dominic swallow it.”

The unfamiliar oral act had left her jaw

trembling and some of the milky liquid was still clinging to the corners of her

cute lips.

She acted like a n.o.ble princess who was

above such things as envy, but she was still a woman. She had felt a need to

compete with the other women in this odd way.

Men were strange creatures, so when they

saw a woman acting this way, they found it cute and felt even more fired up

than usual. And Lorent was no exception.

However, that did not mean he was not

willing to wait for a change of location.

“Now, show me to that bath you mentioned

before.”

“Eh? Now?”

Lorent started to leave the room, so

Ansandra hurried after him.

Only after stepping out into the hall did

she realize they had not bothered to get dressed.

Ansandra only wore her negligee and she

shrank down in embarra.s.sment whenever they pa.s.sed someone, but Lorent did not

wear a thing and marched boldly by her side. On the way, they ran across Naja

who cried out in protest.

“Ah, no fair, queen!”

“If you are interested, then join us in the

bath. But leave your clothes here.”

Lorent readily gave his permission and Naja

cheerfully ran over and stripped right there in the hallway. She also pulled

off Ansandra’s negligee for good measure.

“Sure thing. …Oh, right. Princess, is this

bath large?”

“Yes, very.”

“Then I think I’ll call them too.”

The Domos soldiers and Ramlese residents saw

the king walking down the hall with Ansandra on his right and Naja on his left.

“Clanaria’s greatest beauty and Domos’s greatest beauty?” commented

General Kubdai. “How could I not be jealous?”

“This is more work than you would think,”

replied Lorent with a bitter smile.

“I would welcome that kind of problem.”

Laughter echoed down the hallway as they

continued on to the bath.

“Yahoo~ Clanaria sure is civilized♪”

The open-air bath Ansandra entered with her

husband was on the second story of Ramlese Castle.

Naja was already nude, so she only had to

undo her ponytail before jumping into the tub.

The water was beautiful enough for making

fine drinks, but Ansandra was displeased as she entered the tub full of it.

(This wasn’t what I had in mind.)

The lovely queen’s displeasure was caused

by the scene before her.

“Ahh, now this is a view.”

Lorent soaked in the tub with her, but he

was waited on by around a dozen girls.

They were the flying dragon knight girls

who worked under Naja.

“Yes, it really is a wonderful place♪ How great is it that we get to have s.e.x here?♪”

The frank Domos girls were occupying

Lorent’s attention, so Ansandra could not even get close.

She had thought he would finally love her

like a wild animal again. No, she had hoped

he would, so this was a letdown.

(He’s enjoying Naja and all of her dragon

knights, so is there any room left for me? Is he just not that interested in me

now that he’s gotten the political advantage he needs out of me?)

Ansandra brooded, but Naja made a

suggestion to her king who was using her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as a pillow.

“I have a request for you today, Your

Majesty.”

“What might that be?”

Naja called one of the girls over.

“Madia. I’ll introduce you to His Majesty.”

“Yes.”

A girl of maybe 15 stood right next to

Lorent. She was a little tall for a flying dragon knight and she had black

hair.

For her age, her frame was solid, her

b.r.e.a.s.t.s were large, and her hips were wide.

“This is Madia. She is General Almeida’s niece.

The previous battle was her first, but she did quite well. As a reward, I was

hoping you would take her virginity.”

“…”

Lorent responded with silence, so the young

flying dragon knight’s nude body tensed as she saluted.

“I am sure it would only be a bother, but

please let me give you my first time, Your Majesty!”

“Hmph. Do as you like.”

Lorent was lying down in the tub with Naja

as his pillow, so he simply stuck his erect c.o.c.k above the water.

“Thank you very much!”

The young knight’s face lit up as she

straddled her king’s hips and placed her p.u.s.s.y lips on the erect p.e.n.i.s.

“I will now take your c.o.c.k.”

“…”

Lorent was only offering his p.e.n.i.s and did

not seem particularly interested.

But to a girl like Madia, offering her

virginity to her beloved king was probably a great honor.

(So she doesn’t really want to be his

mistress? She just wants him to break her hymen?)

It could be written off as a cultural difference, but Ansandra found this hard

to believe.

“Gh.”

The knight lowered her hips to lose her

virginity while on top, but the pain must have been too much to bear. Her face

tensed and she came to a stop.

Seeing that, Naja gestured a command to the

other knights. Two of them stood up and grabbed Madia from either side. And

they pressed their body weight on her to force her down.

“Hyeeeeeeee!!!”

The thick c.o.c.k pierced the young knight all

the way to the base. A red flower briefly scattered in the bathwater and tears

flowed from Madia’s eyes. Naja soothed her subordinate.

“Bear with it. You want His Majesty’s love,

don’t you?”

“Y-yes…”

“Then bear with it just a while longer.”

Naja’s other subordinates moved the girl up and down to stimulate the manhood

inside her.

“Ahh, ahh, hyah…”

“I’m about to c.u.m.”

The healthy girl’s face was flushed and wet

with tears as she was deflowered, but Lorent sounded entirely calm.

“Ah, ahhhh… It’s so big, and throbbing,

and…ahh, incredible…ahh…”

The other girls must have been able to tell

the hot fluid had erupted inside her because they stopped moving Madia.

His p.e.n.i.s must have shrunk after

e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.n.g. so much because their union came apart and Madia collapsed back

into the tub.

“That was pretty good. Madia. I will

remember that name.”

“Pant…pant…pant… Thank you very much. I-I

intend to faithfully work…f-for your glory, Your…Majesty♪”

After offering her virginity to her beloved

king, the knight girl was out of breath, but she was clearly moved to emotion

and she looked like she would gladly take her own life on the spot if Lorent

ordered her to.

“That means it’s our turn next.”

“Okay, Your Majesty. f.u.c.k us like you always do.”

The dozen healthy beauties could not wait

any longer and prepared to attack Lorent.

But just as that orgy was about to begin…

“Wait!”

Ansandra stood up and had them stop.

She was fundamentally different from the

flying dragon knights. She had a soft, white body and her face was red as she

raised her voice.

“I have to wash His Majesty’s back first.”

Ansandra had been sitting obediently in a

corner of the bath, so the knights jumped in surprise at this threatening aura.

Then they turned toward their leader: Naja.

“She did mention that way back when the

bath first came up, didn’t she?”

Naja’s amused gaze clashed with Ansandra’s

desperate one.

Naja’s subordinates exchanged a glance.

This had become a direct clash between the

two women who were hoping to become Domos King Lorent’s favorite.

Naja clearly had the advantage in an actual

fight, but that was off limits in a women’s battle.

“Very well. That was the promise after

all.”

Lorent got up from Naja’s b.r.e.a.s.t.s and stood

up from the bath. He walked over to the was.h.i.+ng area and sat on a wooden chair

there.

“Now. Will you wash my back?”

“Oh, yes. Right away…♪”

Ansandra’s face lit up as she quickly left

the bath and kneeled behind Lorent.

But as a born princess, she had had maids

wash her back, but she had never washed someone else’s back.

She awkwardly grabbed the supplied soap,

worked up a lather, and rubbed it onto her husband’s broad back.

One of the knights gave some advice from

the tub.

“What are you doing, queen? You’re supposed

to wash a man’s back with your t.i.ts.”

“Eh? Really!? I’m sorry. And thank you.”

Ansandra was surprised by this new information, but she honestly thanked the

girl and placed the bubbles on her own chest as told.

She then embraced Lorent’s shoulders and

pressed her twin mounds against her husband’s back.

“I-is this good?”

When she hesitantly asked, Lorent firmly

nodded.

“Yes. Make sure you rub your t.i.ts on there

nice and good to work up a lather.”

“U-understood.”

Once she had confirmation that the knight’s

advice was accurate, Ansandra did as she was told and worked hard at rubbing

her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against him.

But her body was soon ruled by a throbbing

she could not just ignore.

(Ah, what do I do now? Rubbing my nipples

against him feels so good…)

She was embarra.s.sed that she was deriving

s.e.xual pleasure from something as simple as was.h.i.+ng his back.

But her mind and her body were two

different things.

Her body was hoping to sleep with a man. Her

nipples were solidly erect. And she was rubbing those hardened nipples against

him, so she could not stop the s.e.xual pleasure from building up in her body.

(My nipples are melting. I feel like my

nipples are melting.)

Ansandra was diligent to the core, so she was intent on doing as she was told.

She continued rubbing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his back. No, that was not the

reason. She simply could not stop seeking pleasure from rubbing her nipples

against him.

“Pant…pant…pant…”

Her breaths were heated, she stuck her tight little b.u.t.t backwards, and she

rubbed her inner thighs longingly together.

She also took a casual peek over his

shoulder and saw his c.o.c.k was rock hard once more.

(It’s already recovered. I-I want it… No,

what am I thinking?)

She could feel her womb tightening and lowering.

“Ha ha♪ Check out the

queen’s inner thighs. They’re soaked.”

“Eh heh heh. As usual, she’s as h.o.r.n.y as

any of us once she lowers that mask of n.o.bility♪”

The knights in the bath were entirely

unrestrained in their comments.

Ansandra found it so embarra.s.sing she wanted

to die, but she could not stop her womanly desire.

Once her arousal grew to the point of

blanking out her mind, she heard Lorent’s voice.

“Are you done was.h.i.+ng?”

“Y-yes…♪”

Ansandra gave a cheerful reply because she

thought this meant he was ready to give her what she wanted. But she was wrong.

“Then do my arm next.”

“Eh? Oh, yes. Understood. Am I to wash that

with my b.o.o.bs too?”

Lorent held his right arm out horizontally

and she began thinking about how to press her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against it, but then he

gave her an unexpected instruction.

“No, wash it with your pubic hair.”

“Eh? My pubic hair?”

Ansandra was taken aback, but the man coldly ordered her while holding out his

strong arm.

“Yes, rub soap into your pubic hair and

straddle my arm.”

She blinked her eyes, but she obediently lathered

the soap in her own golden pubic hair. And she hesitantly straddled his right

arm.

“L-like this? Ah♪”

“Yes, now rub back and forth from my hand

to my shoulder.”

While straddling his arm and facing his

shoulder, she did as she was told and rubbed her pubic hair up and down to wash

the arm.

“Ahhh…♪”

However, Ansandra did not have much pubic

hair. You could say it was only beginning to grow in.

That meant it was impossible for her to

wash with it. She was essentially just rubbing her p.u.s.s.y lips against the man’s

skin.

As the observing knight girls had pointed

out, she was already so wet she seemed to have wet herself, so it should have

been obvious what would happen when she rubbed it against that beloved man.

(It feels so good I think I really am going

to pee♪)

A surge of pleasure raced up her spine and

she lost herself in rubbing her erect and half-exposed c.l.i.toris against him.

“Ansandra, how wet are you? You’ll never

get me clean like this.”

“I-I’m sorry. Ahhh…”

She was embarra.s.sed, but she could not stop

her hips from moving. In fact, she was secretly enjoying the act of rubbing her

love juices on the man.

It may have been the same mindset as a dog

marking its territory.

By rubbing him with her love juices, she

was saying he was hers.

“Oh, honestly. You can’t expect me to just

watch this!”

Naja voiced her irritation and suddenly got

up out of the bath.

“Your Majesty, I will wash your left arm.

That’s fine, isn’t it?”

“Yes, go ahead.”

Once she had permission, Naja brushed back

her ample red hair, straddled Lorent’s left arm, and rubbed her own red pubic

hair against it.

“Wow, she’s finally gone for a direct

compet.i.tion!?”

The girls still in the bath cheered as their excitement grew.

On one side was the girl who had become

Domos’s queen through a political marriage. On the other side was the girl who

would likely have become Domos’s queen if not for that.

Those two beautiful girls were straddling

the same man’s arms and moving their hips back and forth.

“Ahh…ahh…ahh…nn♪”

Ansandra and Naja stared at each other’s

lewd expressions.

(Th-this is so embarra.s.sing. And why am I

so drawn to that look on her face..?)

Ansandra found herself charmed by the other girl’s moaning face and she tried

to look away out of embarra.s.sment.

But just then, Naja moved her face in close

and stole the queen’s lips.

“Nn!?”

Ansandra’s eyes widened in surprise.

She came back to her senses and tried to

break free, but her lower body was too weak.

“Mch, ch, slurp…”

Her mouth was mercilessly violated and her

tongue attacked. Naja then reached out her right hand and grabbed Ansandra’s

breast.

Naja’s other hand grabbed Ansandra’s hand

and pulled it to Naja’s own breast.

(Wow, it’s so springy! It feels amazing.)

Realizing what the other girl wanted, Ansandra used both hands to grab and

grope Naja’s b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Naja returned the favor.

“Hh, mhh, ahn…”

Ansandra and Naja straddled Lorent’s

shoulders and pressed their lower stomachs against either side of his head

while they groped each other’s t.i.ts and enjoyed a deep kiss.

(Wh-what am I doing? I’m making out with

another girl. And while we’re straddling King Lorent. Ahh, but it feels so good♪)

The more pleasure she felt, the more

pleasure she wanted the other person to feel, so she stroked Naja’s solidly

erect nipples.

“Mh, mhh…♪”

The girls’ crotches rubbed up against the

man’s shoulders. Lorent’s ears could likely hear the wet sound of nectar

flowing from their v.a.g.i.n.as.

Finally, Naja ended the kiss.

“Pwah♪ You’re surprisingly

h.o.r.n.y for having such a kiddy face.”

“That’s because His Majesty said he likes

h.o.r.n.y women…”

“Wow, you’re taking this more seriously than I thought.”

Those sand-colored eyes grew harsh as they

watched Ansandra’s embarra.s.sed face. But then she smiled.

“Well, a women’s battle won’t be settled so

easily, will it? That aside, I think it’s about time we washed His Majesty’s

c.o.c.k♪”

“Eh…?”

“Your Majesty, that’s okay, isn’t it?”

Lorent answered Naja’s sweet voice with a

firm nod.

“Yes, please do.”

Ansandra and Naja’s hips seemed to give out as they crouched down between

Lorent’s spread legs.

“Ahh, His Majesty’s c.o.c.k…”

Ansandra lovingly rubbed her cheek against it and let her blonde hair brush

across it, so Lorent asked a question.

“Didn’t you just enjoy it earlier?”

“Yes, but not nearly enough.”

Ansandra’s cheeks flushed as she admitted

it.

She had not noticed during the days and

nights of enjoying it, but now that it had been a while, she realized just how

badly she needed it inside her.

“I’ve missed it too, you know?”

Noticing the atmosphere between them, Naja

expressed her displeasure.

“And I’ve missed both of you.”

Lorent rubbed Naja’s red hair with his left

hand.

“Then let’s get down to business.”

Ansandra opened her mouth and stuck out her

tongue, but Naja stopped her.

“What do you think you’re doing? We’re

supposed to be was.h.i.+ng it. Was.h.i.+ng.”

“Was.h.i.+ng. R-right.”

With that beloved p.e.n.i.s before her eyes,

Ansandra had only been thinking about sucking it, so she blushed at her own

shameful behavior.

“Th-then how am I supposed to wash a c.o.c.k?”

“With your t.i.ts of course.”

“Eh? My t.i.ts?”

Ansandra clearly did not understand, so

Naja smiled happily.

“Hm? You haven’t done this yet? You hold

the c.o.c.k between your t.i.ts. It’s called a t.i.tjob and it’s apparently one of the

best ways to pleasure a man. His Majesty loves it, of course.”

“He loves having it held between a woman’s

b.o.o.bs?”

When she stared intently at him, Lorent scratched his cheek and answered.

“Well, yeah. Any man would.”

“Why didn’t you tell me something so

important!?”

Ansandra puffed out her cheeks and Lorent smiled.

“Heh heh heh. Sulking because I didn’t

teach you a s.e.x technique? You sure have grown.”

“This is no laughing matter. I am your

wife. And a wife must know how to pleasure her husband better than any other

woman.”

“Wow, should I a.s.sume that was directed at

me?” asked Naja as her cheeks stiffened.

“Yes. I am his wife. You are his mistress.”

“When did you get so bold?”

Invisible sparks scattered between them, so

Lorent decided to intervene.

“C’mon, if you want to give me a t.i.tjob,

then try to get along. Keep arguing and I’ll go soft.”

“That would be a problem. Please enjoy my

b.o.o.bs…no, my t.i.ts.”

They both quickly covered their b.r.e.a.s.t.s

with bubbles and competed to be the first to get his d.i.c.k between them.

The dark c.o.c.k was teased by dark, smooth

skin and milky, s.h.i.+ny skin.

Surrounded by four b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the p.e.n.i.s head

would alternately poke up above and sink back below.

Moving their b.r.e.a.s.t.s up and down must have

been a lot of work. Ansandra and Naja had beads of sweat dripping down their

bodies.

The soap worked up a lot of bubbles and the

bubbles briefly turned red, presumably because some blood had gotten on him

when he took the virginity of the new flying dragon knight named Madia.

“O-our nipples are rubbing together and it

feels so good. Ahh, ahh…”

“It feels good for me too…”

The two girls were already s.e.xually aroused from was.h.i.+ng him with their

crotches.

They cried out longingly and wiggled their

b.u.t.ts.

The two cats in heat rubbed their nipples

together and rubbed the bottom of the p.e.n.i.s head, but they could not wait any

longer and stuck out their tongues to lick the head.

“Hh, hn, hh…”

“Ahm, mjh, slurp…”

Blue eyes met sand-colored ones and they suddenly spoke.

“You’re not bad at this.”

“I knew I couldn’t lose to you if I was to

be King Lorent’s woman.”

“Heh.”

They must have discovered an odd sense of camaraderie like they were rivals

because they exchanged a friendly kiss with the p.e.n.i.s head in between.

They continued the t.i.tjob while skillfully

wrapping their tongues around the p.e.n.i.s head.

Lorent succ.u.mbed to their intense service.

“Kh, I’m c.u.mming.”

Sure enough, a milky liquid erupted out.

It shot out with enough force to coat the

n.o.ble face and healthy face equally.

“Ha ha. It’s so warm♪”

“I love being covered in your scent, Your

Majesty♪”

Naja, who was said to be Domos’s true

queen, and Ansandra, who was Domos’s official queen, both opened their mouths

wide and stuck out their tongues to catch the s.e.m.e.n.

And they licked the c.u.m off each other’s

faces and b.o.o.bs like they were kittens.

Lorent was satisfied with what he saw.

“There is nothing as beautiful as

friends.h.i.+p. You two need to continue getting along like this.”

“Of course…”

Ansandra answered obediently, but Naja expressed some displeasure.

“Hmph, you sure are selfish.”

From Naja’s perspective, it was Lorent’s

fault she was competing with Ansandra in the first place, so he was in no place

to demand she get along with the other girl.

But while Naja carried those complicated

feelings as a woman, Ansandra had fallen even further.

“U-um, Your Majesty…”

“What is it?”

When Lorent pressed her for an answer,

Ansandra’s cheeks flushed in embarra.s.sment and she wiggled her hips longingly.

After hesitating a few times, she made up her mind and made her plea.

“I can’t wait any longer. I need your c.o.c.k.

I need your c.o.c.k inside me.”

She was not being forced into doing it, but

Ansandra still pleaded him.

Lorent looked satisfied with this, but Naja

pushed in.

“Well, I want it too.”

“Sorry, Naja, but it’s first come first

serve.”

Ansandra’s face lit up when she heard his

response.

“I’ll put it in Ansandra first, but I won’t

use my hips. Ansandra, you put it in yourself and move your own hips.”

“Eh? Um, okay…”

Ansandra was taken aback but agreed.

“U-um…will this work?”

“Yes, just lower your hips from there.”

Lorent lay on his back in the open-air bath’s was.h.i.+ng area. Ansandra was on all

fours and straddling him with no strength in her hips.

Jealous Naja and the curious knight girls

watched on as she hesitantly brought her l.a.b.i.a to the p.e.n.i.s.

Her heart was racing in her chest.

She had always been the pa.s.sive one. Her

s.e.xuality had grown through having Lorent forcibly teach her the pleasures of

her body.

Yet she felt shameful putting it in her

when he was not moving.

(But my p.u.s.s.y is throbbing so bad. I can’t

wait any longer…)

When the beautiful princess weighed her shame as a woman against her l.u.s.t, the

l.u.s.t won out. She pushed her deep slit against the thick and towering manhood

and she placed her body weight on it.

This was the same position the knight girl

named Madia had used to deflower herself, but Ansandra’s non-virgin v.a.g.i.n.a

seemed to greedily devour the meat stick.

“Hahhhhhh… Your c.o.c.k really is so big, hot,

and rugged. It feels so good.”

She had brought the manhood inside her of

her own free will and it was her lower body’s first taste of one for a while,

so she shed tears of joy.

The beautiful princess was crouched down

after swallowing the c.o.c.k to its base.

“Raise your knees so I can see our union.”

On Lorent’s instruction, Ansandra obediently raised her knees with her legs

spread on either side of him.

“Wow…”

“She looks docile, but our queen is soooo

dirty♪”

The knight girls cheered at the sight.

(Ahh, so many people are watching my p.u.s.s.y

take King Lorent inside. It’s embarra.s.sing…but it feels so good…)

Her v.a.g.i.n.a tightened as m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic pleasure washed over her body.

“Now move your own hips.”

Ansandra sighed with an intoxicated look on

her face, but when he lightly slapped her a.s.s, she began bouncing her hips up

and down like she was riding a horse.

“Ah, ahhh. It feels incredible. Just

incredible. Ahh, ahh, yes. I feel like I’m melting. Ahh, ahh.”

Lorent could see his p.e.n.i.s moving in and out of her body. And each time she

moved her hips, her hidden flesh would pull out somewhat.

“Move your hips around like you’re drawing

a circle.”

“Y-yes, Your Majesty.”

Ansandra’s b.u.t.t stuck out to the left and

right when compared to her slender belly and she moved it in a circle.

“Ahh, ahn, hahh, hahh, hahh…”

She used the thick p.e.n.i.s to stir up the

depths of her v.a.g.i.n.a as well as the front and back walls, so more and more love

juices flowed out.

“Y-yes…ahhh…”

She moved her own hips while the connection

was fully visible to everyone. She thought she would die from the

embarra.s.sment, but that embarra.s.sment must have increased the pleasure because

she moved her hips with even more intensity.

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

love juices sprayed out and her inner flesh was exposed.

(I-it’s too embarra.s.sing. I can’t believe

His Majesty and so many other people are seeing me do this. But it feels so

good.)

No one told her to, but as she drowned in pleasure, she ma.s.saged her own

b.r.e.a.s.t.s and madly moved her hips.

“Ahhh, yes, yes. Your c.o.c.k feels so good. I

love c.o.c.k~♪”

The knight girls’ eyes widened as they

watched Ansandra shouting such obscene things.

“Wow, I had heard it was the

obedient-looking women who were the most amazing in bed, but it looks like

that’s true.”

“Incredible. The queen is squirting.”

Love juices sprayed from the union of man and woman.

The girls who had shocked Ansandra with

their horniness were now shocked by her horniness.

(I’m done for. When King Lorent puts his

c.o.c.k inside me, I can’t think about anything else.)

She could not believe her own horniness, but there was nothing she could do

about that.

But as her pleasure grew, her movements

dulled. She finally placed her hands on the man’s stomach and collapsed.

When she stopped moving and gasped for

breath, Lorent betrayed her expectations by asking her a kind question.

“Have you not reached the point where you

can ride my c.o.c.k until you c.u.m?”

“Pant, pant, pant… No, I haven’t. I’m

sorry. It feels so good…so very good that I can’t move.”

Ansandra desperately shook her head while

breathing hot breaths. She had always been in the pa.s.sive role, so she had

trouble being in control of the s.e.x.

“But I want it. I want your c.o.c.k. Please

stir up my p.u.s.s.y with your c.o.c.k. And please fill me with your c.u.m.”

“Very well.”

She knew he loved hearing her talk dirty, so she intentionally said a bunch of

embarra.s.sing things in a row.

Lorent was satisfied with that, so he got

up, held Ansandra in his arms, and then pushed her back into the missionary

position.

“Ahhhn…♪”

Ansandra breathed a sigh of relief and

pleasure as the man pinned her down. She had been taught quite a few

embarra.s.sing positions, but she found missionary the most relaxing.

(Ahh, I’m about to get f.u.c.ked hard while

everyone watches. And then I’ll c.u.m even harder.)

It would be embarra.s.sing, but she wanted it

so badly.

But Lorent did not immediately start moving

and instead strongly pushed his crotch deeper and deeper.

“P-please move…and pound me.”

She knew he was teasing her, so she grew

tearful, pleaded him with sweet and heated breaths, and thrust her own hips up.

She showed an impressive amount of strength

for such a slender frame. She arched her back and moved her hips up and down

with muscular Lorent on top of her.

Lorent smiled bitterly at her wild hip

movements and finally began thrusting his own hips.

“Ahhh…m-more…lots more.”

Ansandra cried impatiently as his hips

gradually built up speed. Her pleasure built up at the same time.

“Ah, ahh, yes, ahn, ahh…yes, c.o.c.k feels so

good.”

Love juices flowed endlessly out, leaving Lorent’s b.a.l.l.s and inner thighs wet

and glistening. It also flowed down to the valley of her b.u.t.t and wet her a.n.u.s.

As she writhed madly, her orderly facial

features twisted erotically and she arched her back over and over. But her

expression was one of joy not agony.

“Ahh, incredible. So…so deep. Ah, you’re

pounding me so deep. Ahh, yes, yes. ah, your c.o.c.k feels so good♪”

Everyone watching had to wonder if all

women s.h.i.+ned this bright when the man she loved was f.u.c.king her.

Pleased, Lorent continued the deep,

rhythmic movement of his hips while lifting up Ansandra’s legs and bent them to

either side of her body.

“Ahn, ahn, ahn…”

Ansandra had grown quite obedient, so she

held up her own legs for him and spread them with her hips lifted up.

As she received the rough pistoning, the

beautiful princess was turned on by her own bold and embarra.s.sing pose. She

focused on the pleasure and grew intoxicated by the hints of an o.r.g.a.s.m arriving

close.

But then he pulled his manhood right out.

“…!”

She briefly had no idea what had happened and she looked puzzled by the sudden

lack of pleasure.

When she realized he had intentionally

pulled out, the h.o.r.n.y girl wet her cheeks with tears and pleaded him.

“Pant, pant. Ahh, hurry, hurry up and put

it back in. I’ll go crazy if you don’t!”

Lorent had a tendency of briefly stopping to tease her just before she reached

o.r.g.a.s.m.

She always felt like it would drive her

insane, but she knew the stimulation would soon return and the pleasure would

increase several-fold.

While shamelessly maintaining her

spread-legged pose, she stuck her hips out toward him.

In her intense desire to have Lorent hurry

up and stick his p.e.n.i.s back inside her, she let her guard down.

She did not notice that the man had a cruel

smile in his sanpaku eyes and chose

the hole below the one she was hoping for.

The tip was wet with her love juices and

she felt it press against the indent of her a.n.u.s. Then the thick head pushed

right on in.

“Eh!?”

Her eyes widened at the odd feeling.

But Lorent did not let her say anything

before his hips sank down.

“Hhh…ahh, th-that’s the wrong hole!”

Surprised, Ansandra groaned and desperately

pointed out his mistake, but he mercilessly jammed it in.

Her sphincter was spread so wide she

thought it would snap and a cold sweat covered her body despite the summer

heat, the bath’s steam, and her s.e.xual arousal.

“It’s not wrong at all. This is the hole I

meant to use.”

“Th-that’s…t-too cruel… Th-that place is

unclean…”

Ansandra lamented when she learned this was

intentional and not a mistake.

The mistreated princess crashed down from

heaven to h.e.l.l and had trouble even breathing.

“Ahh, hh…”

Her groans must have worried Lorent because he asked a kind question.

“Does it hurt?”

“N-no, it’s not that… It just feels…really

weird. Um…like the core of my body…is missing…”

Unlike her v.a.g.i.n.a, her a.n.u.s had no hymen. But the sphincter and inner walls

were not meant to accept a man’s desire.

She generally found s.e.x embarra.s.sing yet

had grown hooked on the pleasure, but having her a.n.u.s toyed with reminded her

of how it felt to defecate and she simply could not enjoy it.

But the elegant girl could not honestly say

that, so she stiffened up and desperately bore with it. Lorent realized how she

was feeling, so he enjoyed himself by wiggling around inside her a.s.shole.

“How about that?”

“Hee, ahhh!”

Ansandra’s round and shapely b.u.t.t moved

obscenely as her entire body trembled and she cried out indecently.

“Heh heh. It looks to me like you enjoy

having me in your a.s.s.”

“Ahh, that-…”

She could not bring herself to say “isn’t

true”. It was not much, but she quickly realized she was deriving some uniquely

embarra.s.sing pleasure from her a.n.u.s.

“Well, either way’s fine with me. It’s just

like with the p.u.s.s.y. Even if it hurts at first, you’ll be a girl who loves it

in the a.s.s before you know it.”

“Ahh, I don’t want to be that kind of

girl.”

Lorent ignored her tearful pleas to not become

a perverted a.n.a.l-loving girl and he began slowly moving in and out.

“Nnn, mhhhh.”

Ansandra writhed madly as the small hole

meant for releasing waste was penetrated by a thick c.o.c.k.

But as she shed tears from her first a.n.a.l

violation, a shocking level of m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic beauty and smoothness filled her

face.

“How lovely. A look of shame really does

look perfect on you.”

“Ahh, why must you be so mean…?”

The savage king took his time enjoying the beautiful princess’s a.s.shole.

“I can’t stand it, ahh, I can’t stand

it…Hhhhn, ahhh, hh, hahh, ahhhh.”

Her half-opened lips let out a constant stream of agonized cries.

As she was f.u.c.ked in the a.s.s, Ansandra felt

more than just pure physical pain. It was the embarra.s.sment that brought the

tears.

But she gradually grew accustomed to it.

Once her body and a.n.u.s relaxed and once she stopped clenching her teeth and

actually breathed properly, she found it a lot easier. She realized the way her

lower stomach hit a notch seemed to tease her and felt quite pleasant.

“Ahhh…”

A spellbound voice escaped her wide-opened mouth.

“Ha ha. Looks like you’re used to it now.

Okay, time to really start moving.”

“Ahh, n-no. Ahh, please stop. Ahh, ohh, ohhhh…”

Lorent smiled s.a.d.i.s.tically and began rhythmically moving his hips.

Each thrust was like a battering ram

smas.h.i.+ng her mind and body.

The groaning voice from deep in her throat

sounded nothing like her normal self, but her body was soon melting from the

m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic pleasure.

“Ahh…ahh…hahh…”

She moaned with a blank expression on her face,

but she was confused in her heart.

(Wh-what do I do now? My b.u.t.t feels so

good. That place is unclean…but it feels so good with His Majesty’s precious

thing in there. This is so embarra.s.sing.)

“I like that look on your face. I think it’s about time I came inside your a.s.s.

Kh.”

With that announcement, a hot spray surged out inside her and pumped inside the

bottomless hole.

“Ahh…”

Ansandra’s entire body went limp from the ecstasy of her first a.n.a.l creampie.

Liquid sprayed forcefully from the hole in

front of the one taking the meat stick. In other words, from her v.a.g.i.n.a.

She peed with her legs spread in a V-shape

with her hips held high.

The liquid flew in an arc and splattered on

her own beautiful face.

A sheltered royal girl like her had never

even imagined something as humiliating as urinating on her own face, but her

brain had been fried by m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic pleasure.

Once the warm liquid came to a stop and

Lorent had finished c.u.mming, he pulled out his now-small p.e.n.i.s.

When it slipped out, the a.n.a.l walls were

briefly stretched wide enough to see inside, but they soon tightened up and returned

to the original adorable bud.

“Khhn…”

The sensation of him pulling it out felt so much like defecating that Ansandra

had frantically tightened her a.n.u.s.

With the solid object gone, the hole lost

its painful-looking redness. The entire a.n.u.s was somewhat swollen from the forceful

insertion, but there was no bleeding.

A moment later, there were cheers.

“Bravo! That was an outstanding performance,

our queen♪”

“She looks so pure, but she’s actually such

a h.o.r.n.y girl. I can see why His Majesty abandoned Naja for her.”

The flying dragon knight girls embraced

Ansandra’s limp form.

Naja shouted angrily back at her subordinates’

irresponsible a.s.sessment.

“I have not been abandoned. Don’t even

suggest that. Say it again and this fist is going right up your p.u.s.s.y.”

“Kyah! Mistress Naja is angry♪”

The knight girls scattered around the

open-air bath as they fled.

“And, King Lorent, you can’t just expect us

to watch. I’m going next.”

Naja pushed down Lorent and washed his p.e.n.i.s

off with soap while forcing it hard again.

“M-me too♪ Me too♪ I want His Majesty to f.u.c.k me too~♪

The knight girls gathered around Lorent and

an orgy began.

The following day, the Domos army had

resupplied, rested, and replenished their energy in Ramlese, so they marched for

the royal capital of Curling where the Clanarian army had chosen to make their last

stand.