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“Alright! We’re all here now.”
The king clapped his hands, grin wide. His legs shook from excitement sitting on his throne, and he didn’t bother to hide it.
With leering eyes, he scanned the five women before him.
Emilia was cute, as usual. She fiddled with her fingers close to her torso, tomato-red face making a nice contrast to her silver hair.
So adorable.
Crusch maintained a cool-headed appearance, but there were hints of exasperation if Subaru looked close enough; Her eyes becoming half lidded before hiding it with a blink, her shoulders slumping before readjusting posture…
She always tries her best to look cool, huh?
Anastasia was like Crusch, but more honest. Not bothering to hide her annoyance, her arms hung listlessly at her sides. Subaru always loved the way her snowy white dress wrapped around her hips and thighs.
And they’re nice to touch, as well~
Felt kept her gaze downward, balling her fists and muttering curses. She looked uncomfortable in that bright yellow dress.
Always feisty, that one.
And finally, Priscilla. She was the most rigid, seemingly staring at nothing. But from the way they sometimes twitched, he could see a barely restrained, fiery rage.
And she’s always fun to play with.
Standing up from his throne, Subaru skipped down the red-carpeted steps. “You know the deal, ladies~. On your knees!”
His request was outlandish, and said so casually as well. But the five women obeyed, despite the various looks of shame and annoyance on their faces.
Because Natsuki Subaru’s words held power.
The king peeked at Priscilla. There was a lot in Felt too, but he could practically taste the murderous intent wafting from her body.
So cute.
Turning his head, he rubbed his hands together. “So, who’s going first?”
It was Emilia, and she knew it. The order may change every meeting, but Emilia always goes first.
Her head was tilted downward, but she cast a furtive look at Subaru. When he caught her gaze, her amethyst eyes fell to the floor.
“Emilia!”
She closed her eyes, face getting redder as she heard his footsteps get closer.
Then she felt deft fingers grab her chin and tilt her face upward.
“You know what to do.”
Opening her amethyst eyes, a whine escaped her throat. “P-please, Subaru–”
“That’s Subaru-sama.”
“I-I was going to add the honorific…!”
A slight chuckle escaped his lips. “I know.” He ran his fingers through a lock of her silver hair. “You’re so fun to tease…”
She tried to look away from his gaze in an attempt to avoid the feeling of humiliation. It didn’t work.
“But really, you should get on with it now.”
She wished she could keep her eyes closed the entire time, but she needed them open for this part. “Y-yes, Subaru-sama…”
Trying to ignore her trembling lips, she opened her mouth, craning her neck toward the hem of his tracksuit pants. Usually he’d wear something more formal, befitting of his status, but since it was nighttime he used these as his pajamas “for nostalgia.” Catching the hem with her teeth, she slowly pulled the pants down to his knees. Emilia grimaced when she caught a whiff of the erect cock inside his boxer briefs.
When she finished, a hand flew to her mouth.
“You’re not done yet, Emilia-taan…”
She simply nodded, trying not to cry. Subaru grabbed her hand and pulled it down so she could continue.
Opening her mouth again, she put her teeth on the waistband of his briefs. Her nose caught the scent of his cock again.
“C’mon,” Subaru urged, tugging on her hair.
She could close her eyes for this part, so she did. Pulling down, keeping her face tilted upward, just as instructed, going down, down, down—
And then–
“Ohhh yes.”
She felt Subaru-sama’s cock flop onto her forehead. Emilia grimaced, eyes still closed, face getting hotter.
“Keep going. All the way down my legs.”
She did just that. She tilted her face down to do it properly, feeling some of the king’s precum drip onto the back of her head.
“I’ve saved myself up for days just for this, y’know,” he said absentmindedly as he took a long lock of her silver hair and rubbed it onto his wet tip. “So you’re gonna get a lot tonight.”
Emilia whimpered.
“Oh, try not to worry so much, Emilia-tan! You’ll do great~, I know it. Now look up at me.”
She obeyed, and Subaru cooed at her teary-eyed expression.
“Aww, are you gonna cry?”
Emilia sniffled, erect cock millimeters away from her face. “I– I don't know, Subaru-sama.”
He leaned just the slightest bit closer, cupping her cheek . His dick touched her nose, and a shudder went down the half-elf’s spine. “So, how wet are you right now?”
Face getting hotter, Emilia bit her lip as she breathed in his cock. “Um… a little. It feels weird.”
Subaru laughed aloud. “You’re so honest, Emilia-tan!” He never had to order her when it came to things like this. “This is why you’re my favorite.”
“Thank you?”
“You’re welcome,” he purred. Subaru pressed his dick to her lips, and Emilia pursed them shut as she felt a tingle at the back of her neck and between her legs. It felt weird, this embarrassment and fear conflicting with… she tried not to think about it.
“Do you like it?” He asked with a sly grin.
“I… I don’t know…” Emilia stuttered out, teeth clamped shut.
“What don’t you know?” He lifted his dick, hovering it just above her nose. He chuckled at the way her amethyst eyes followed it. “Elaborate.”
“I don’t know–” her lip trembled and she gulped before continuing. “If I… like. Your penis, S-Subaru-sama.” She got out.
“Don’t use such unexciting language,” Subaru said, lifting a lock of her hair and twirling the silver strands in one finger. “Cock,” he reminded. “Call it a cock or a dick.”
Emilia whimpered, and Subaru kept on. “And don’t worry, Emilia-tan. I know you won’t remain indecisive on that front. Just as always.”
He tugged on the hair wrapped in his hand as if it were a leash. “Now open your mouth.”
She did, frowning cutely before opening wide and closing her eyes.
“Hey. Your eyes, too. I want you to look at me.”
She looked so beautiful with that distressed expression. Those amethyst eyes that looked ready to sob, and that gaping mouth that was his to use– if Subaru could get any harder, he would.
Dropping the locks of her hair, Subaru grabbed at the braid on top of her head like it was a handle. “I’m going in now…!”
He entered slowly and gently. For the other girls he would just thrust in fast and hard, delightedly noting the way they gag at the unexpected motion. But not Emilia. Not for his favorite. He liked to start gentle for her, at least. For EMT, he wanted to savor the feeling of this angel’s tongue slowly skimming his shaft as the rest of his cock traveled down her throat.
“Now then,” Subaru groaned out, his balls deliciously close to Emilia’s chin. “Do your best to entertain me.”
And the King began, thrusting in and out at a generous pace, as Emilia’s mouth betrayed her will in order to serve. He’d only been here for around five months.
So much changed, in such little time, she thought as she felt Subaru’s bitter cock juices mingle with her tongue and saliva.
In the beginning, she just wanted to help the people of Elior Forest – to melt that frozen bond. But now, what she wanted was so confusing when her actions were no longer her own. The possibility of choice was surrendered whenever Natsuki Subaru spoke to her.
Did she actually want this? Did having her mouth violated actually feel good? The tingling between her legs said yes, but her mind said no. When she implored Subaru-sama's “mighty cock” in a dog’s begging position while Rem and Ram were made to watch, did she reveal a true desire long hidden? Or was it something she said in the heat of the moment, in a place of weakness?
These ponderings kept her up at night, but she wouldn’t be able to resolve them in peace. Especially not now. Right now, her mouth interrupted her mind with actions pertaining to Subaru's dick. When he pulls out, she has to focus on his tip, licking the frenulum as the cock almost exits her. When he thrusts in, she resists the urge to gag as she hums into his shaft, letting the vibrations echo throughout his entire region. She repeated these techniques, over and over, in and out, back and forth for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes.
“Oh God,” he groaned delightedly. “Sometimes I wonder why I even wear pants at all.”
Emilia was getting better at this every time she did it. She didn’t feel proud.
“Hey, you doin’ alright, Emilia-tan?” Subaru asked, knowing that she couldn’t answer. Didn’t stop her from trying.
“Gmh?”
Even with a dick going forward and back throughout the insides of her cheeks, she still tried to be polite. Subaru found that so cute.
Wiping a tear rolling down her cheek with his finger, he took the noise she made as an answer. “Well, I’m gonna get serious now.”
Emilia didn’t fully register the sentence, which made the dick ramming into the back of her throat more jarring.
“Ghhaklc–!”
Subaru went deeper and harder with each thrust, his balls slapping against Emilia's chin as her gagging echoed throughout the throne room. Her eyes started to roll to the back of her head, and the tears streaming down her reddening face were now of physical strain as well as emotional.
“You’re always so fun to bully, Emilia-tan…” Subaru groaned, using her silver braid as a handlebar.
His head rolled upwards in bliss. For a few moments, he savored the feeling of his favorite’s throat constricting around his cock, and the submissive sounds that were elicited because of it. But then he noticed something as he looked around the room with his lower half kept busy.
Crusch had her hands folded neatly across her lap, with perfect posture and closed eyes that seemed to block out the outside world.
Anastasia looked at her nails with half-lidded eyes, her expression screaming something like I would rather be under a mountain of business expenses than be here.
Felt was looking at the floor with a hardened expression, fists curled hard at her lap as she muttered curses under her breath.
And Priscilla had a perfect posture too, but her eyes were open, gazing at nothing yet seeming to have a will that longed to burn everything.
The most important point about these observations being: these girls were trying to ignore him.
“Hey!” The king called out. “Don’t avert your eyes, I want you to look at this! That makes it hotter.”
And they did, his words superseding their wills, turning their heads towards the erotic sight.
Crusch had an expressionless look on her face. If she felt any form of anger or anguish, she was very good at hiding it. Although, Subaru swore that she held a pity-filled gaze for just a second before immediately erasing it.
When Anastasia turned her head, she clicked her tongue, aquamarine eyes filled with contempt as she tried to look at something… boring while technically obeying the order. Like the hand Subaru was using to grab Emilia’s hair. Or his feet, which were adjacent to Emilia’s kneeling, shaking legs. Or his bangs, which sat upon his abhorrently lustful face. Her eyes kept searching.
Felt narrowed her eyes and scrunched her nose in disgust. “Fff- so stupid,” she muttered. She glared at Subaru’s torso like if she did it hard enough it would burn a hole in his chest. She tried to ignore how it moved forward and backward, and how that motion corresponded with Emilia’s rhythmic gagging. She knew she was failing as a blush crept upon her cheeks. This was so damn embarrassing just to watch, let alone experience…
Priscilla had her eyes trained on Emilia’s pathetic reactions with a look of casual disgust befitting of the crimson royal. She’d be lying if she said that seeing the half-wit humiliated like this didn’t give her a schadenfreude that helped alleviate memories of her own execrable degradations. Just thinking back on those made her eyes focus harder on the way Emilia struggled against that commoner king’s putrid dick.
“Can you believe it?” Subaru asked to no one in particular, still thrusting rhythmically. “Emilia-tan didn’t even know how babies were made when I got to her. And now look!”
He thrusted extra hard for emphasis, savoring the half-elf’s hard hacking sound. “Every part of her is my cocksleeve,” he sighed with a contented smile. “Time flies so fast, doesn’t it?”
“Woww, y’ sound mighty proud, don’tcha.”
Subaru blinked, his rhythm breaking a bit as he looked at whoever said those words. It was Anastasia. She had a smirk on her face, but her eyes were not filled with any sort of mirth.
“Using yer power like this– I gotta admit, you are capitalizing on the opportunities yer gifts have given you. With this new life ya started, you can now be the depraved, manipulative, lecherous bastard you’ve always dreamed ‘f. That’s nothin’ to sneeze at. You should be proud,” Anastasia said, head tilting as derision continued to drip from her tongue. “I mean it. Really.”
Subaru raised his eyebrow at that verbal assault. It stung a bit, he must admit. Nodding, he considered the merchant queen’s words. “You make a good point, Ana-chan,” he conceded. “Counterpoint: turn your head to face Felt.”
She did, barely registering the blonde’s face before–
“Felt, slap her as hard as you can.”
–she gained a stinging mark as her hat flew off her head. Felt was left speechless for a split second.
“Shit, I–”
“Now, turn your face towards what I’m doing again.”
Anastasia did. Subaru had a half-sneer, half-giddy smile on his face. “Now say designated phrase, what was it…?” he tut-tutted for a bit. “Ah. Say designated phrase twelve.”
She bit her lip, but it didn’t stop the words from coming out. “Every time you hit me, Natsuki-sama—” Her cheeks got redder. “—I get wetter. Like the nympho bitch I am.”
“You said it!”
Anastasia wanted to look away, to turn her gaze to the ground– but she wasn’t allowed to. So instead she scrunched her nose and glared at her captor-king as darkly as she could in an attempt to salvage some semblance of pride. Though, considering what just came out of her mouth, and how the slap-mark of an unwilling fifteen-year-old was still visible on her face, such an attempt bore no fruit.
“So, got anything else you wanna get off your chest?”
“…Not at the moment. Natsuki-sama,” she said in a low voice.
“Of course not! Everything’s on your hips anyway,” The king said, chuckling at his own remark. And with a grit of her teeth at that tasteless comment, Anastasia planned on saying nothing more. Oh well. She put in her quota for the day. Getting an occasional dig on Natsuki was– well, not fun, but satisfying for the disgraced merchant queen. At least he wasn’t depraved enough to violate her in public.
‘f course not. He wants this pleasure all to ‘imself .
“Thanks for saying what I was thinking.”
Anastasia couldn’t turn her head around, but she knew the hushed voice behind her was Felt.
“Eh. Someone had’ta.”
“Yeah.” She heard her audibly swallow. “Sorry for slapping you.”
“Not’cher fault in the slightest,” Anastasia placated, picking up her fur hat and wringing it hard on her lap as a form of stress relief.
He looked at the way the king thrust into Emilia’s face, his balls slapping against her dripping chin, silver hair becoming messier as he wildly grabbed at it like he was playing with a marionette.
She gripped her hat harder, imagining that it was Natsuki’s neck. That made her feel a little better.
This man. Upon his prophesied arrival, he was a socially awkward teenager. But as he continued to stay in this royal capital, his presence creating fortune and living in this “isekai dream”, he became bolder and bolder until creating perverted situations with his “eroge vn superpowers” became second nature.
Dear Dragon, he was annoying, saying those nonsensical phrases.
“Emilia-tan, I’m about to cum soon…!” Subaru groaned out. He grabbed the roots of her silver hair roughly as he picked up the pace, and Emilia nearly stumbled backward despite being on her knees. She put her delicate fingers on his thrusting hips to regain balance, and Subaru resisted the urge to coo.
With a final grunt, he pulled out as much as possible, keeping the tip inside while ropes of cum shot out of his cock. He didn't want any of it to go down her throat. That would ruin the next part.
With his orgasm lasting for several seconds, Emilia’s cheeks felt puffy with King Subaru’s seed. When he finished, he pulled out completely, the half-elf’s lips made a distinct popping sound.
“Woo! That feels great every time,” Subaru exclaimed, making a “V for Victory” pose. The submissive look she gave from her knees made him half want to go again– but no. He had to contain himself for greater pleasures.
“Now then,” he sighed, kneeling down to Emilia’s level and licking his lips at her tear-stained face. “Don’t spit it out now,” he instructed, lightly slapping a cum-filled cheek with the back of his hand. “You’ve done this before.”
“Mm-hm,” was all she got out while nodding. The cum that sat upon Emilia’s tongue was bitter and pungent, and she didn’t like how she was getting more used to it every time she tasted it.
Subaru ruffled her messy hair before pulling his pants up and walking backward. Plopping onto the steps to his throne, he put an elbow on his knee and a chin on his fist. “Just like usual, alright?” He said with a sly grin that got wider with his next sentence. “Time to share.”
Emilia turned to face Crusch, who held a stoic expression. The duchess looked so strong that the half-elf could only look down in shame as she thought on her previous display.
She would’ve handled it better than I did…
Noting how Emilia looked ready to cry again, Crusch brushed a tearstained side of her face with a gloved finger. “It’s okay, Emilia-san,” she said in the most comforting voice she could muster. “We’ve done this before. The two of us will be alright.”
“You tell ‘er, Crusch-chan!”
The duchess ignored him. Pointedly.
But her words seem to lift Emilia’s spirit nonetheless as her gaze went from the ground, past Crusch’s verdant hair, and finally to her face. Her mouth was occupied, so she just nodded and pumped her fists.
Despite the dichotomy, Crusch gave a small smile at that. Changing her expression to something more serious, she pinched Emilia’s chin with two fingers and moved her face closer. “I’m going in now,” she whispered. Emilia closed her eyes to let it happen.
Crusch tilted her head, opening her mouth slightly as she moved closer, closer, closer, until-
Her lips were on Emilia’s. Despite her maintained professionalism, she still blushed slightly at the intimate action. Oh well. Emilia was probably blushing twice as hard. All the more reason to guide her as delicately as possible.
As delicate as cum-swapping could be, that is.
Crusch’s tongue danced over and under Emilia’s, coaxing the pungent fluids in the half-elf’s mouth to hers. Emilia let out a stifled moan, but tried to follow her lead.
Feeling Emilia’s tongue push past her teeth, she nodded her head to send the message that it was being done right. Puckering her lips, Crusch slurped.
“Mmh–?!”
She grabbed the back of Emilia’s head to keep their lips together, silently cursing the fact that they couldn’t communicate. If too much cum spilled, Subaru might make them start over again, and Emilia didn’t deserve that.
The hot exhalations from Emilia's nose became steady as she got used to the sucking, and when the deed was done, Crusch let go of her head and pulled away. She panted hard from her empty mouth, and Crusch put a finger on her full one, scrunching her nose at the taste.
“Hhh… Hhh…”
The haggard sound of a silver chime accentuated Emilia’s trembling thighs, her hands clasped near her ample chest as if in prayer as saliva and leftover cum slid down her chin.
She didn’t even realize her eyes were closed until she felt something touch her. Opening them, she saw that it was Crusch’s thumb, wiping away the fluid. Then she looked at that gloved hand move lower in unison with her other to grasp Emilia’s hands. Tilting her face to meet the duchess’, she was met with a questioning look.
“I–I’m okay,” Emilia responded breathlessly. “Thank you, Crusch-san.”
She didn’t sound too confident, but she did seem better, so Crusch relented, giving a quick squeeze before nodding. Emilia responded with a tired smile. This situation was strange and more than a little disturbing for the half-elf, but at least she was with someone who treated her with kindness.
I wonder if this is what friendship is li–
“Damn, that’s hot no matter how many times I see it.”
Immediately being pulled away from her thoughts, Emilia blushed hotly. In the heat of the moment, she forgot that Subaru-sama was there, watching. Turning her head away from his voice, she put up a hand as if that would hide her from shame. Crusch, meanwhile, shot the king a look. But it was hard to be even slightly intimidating with a mouthful of Master’s cum.
Subaru simply waved back, fingers wiggling salaciously before snapping. “Alright. Next!” He commanded, and Crusch turned to face Anastasia. “Ooh, be sure to mix it up with every swap, girls! I want you to surprise me.”
Anastasia closed her eyes before rolling them.
Crusch waited for her to get ready, but it didn’t seem to be anytime soon. The merchant queen was twirling a long lock of her purple hair with one finger as she stared at the floor.
Crusch didn’t mind. She could wait before conducting business.
That’s right, she told herself. Think of it as business. If this is what the King needs to run the country, who am I to object?
The lies she told to herself were paper-thin, but they kept her functioning.
For the country, for the country, she repeated to herself like a mantra. If this is what I need to endure for prophecy to function, I shall.
Fate was unusual and immutable, and she had to bend to its will for the prosperity of her home.
Not as if I have a choice thoug
For the country, for the country. His seemingly random desires bring fortune as told in the Dragon Tablet. His very existence makes Lugnica thrive. The day after his sinful desire led him to forcibly kiss Crusch for the first time, the White Whale was found dead on Lifaus Highway, its corpse under the mysteriously cut-down Flugel Tree. And that’s just one example—
Hearing a put-upon sigh, Crusch looked to Anastasia. “Just get it over with already,” she muttered, with a look of disdain that appeared but was not directed at her. “Yer deep breaths ‘re freaking me out.”
Since consent was given, Crusch leaned in closer.
What does ‘mix it up’ mean? She thought as she put her hands on Anastasia’s shoulders. She wasn’t allowed to do the same thing she did with Emilia, but the command was vague.
She looked at Anastasia, knitting her eyebrows. At closer glance, the height difference between them was very apparent. From the way her wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, she had a very distinct cuteness– the aura of a small animal, if Crusch had to summarize.
Perhaps something like this?
Anastasia felt her shoulders being pushed down and verdant hair tickle her cheek. She looked up to see Crusch’s slightly shadowed face.
She used one hand to brush her bangs out of the way, and another to tap Anastasia on the lips. Exhaling through her nose, she closed her eyes before opening her mouth.
At least she’s doin’ all the work.
Crusch puckered her lips, opening her mouth into a slight “o” shape before letting gravity do the work.
“Lghk…!”
Anastasia’s eyes were still closed, so the rope of cum and saliva that touched her tongue was a surprise that made her nostrils flare.
As the juices went from the top of her tongue to the inside of her mouth, she thought about how she escaped poverty and potential prostitution to reach this point.
Yippee. I went from a slaving waitress to the sex slave of a king. That’s technically upward social mobility.
Dragon above, there was a lot of paperwork she needed to do after this. Though, considering that drowning herself in work would take her mind off of this shit, that was actually a silver lining.
‘s long as Natsuki doesn’t randomly barge into my fucking office again.
When they were finished, Anastasia closed her mouth, clamping a hand over it while ignoring the instincts that were screaming at her to spit it out. She used her other hand to dismissively shove Crusch away. Crusch didn’t take it personally.
The duchess, turning away respectfully, returned to her original spot and pulled a white cloth out of her pocket.
As she put it to her face and started to wipe it clean, she heard Subaru whistle. “Wow, you came prepared this time.”
“Of course, Master Subaru,” Crusch responded. She didn’t make eye contact. “We’ve done this specific situation fairly frequently; four times over the course of eight weeks, once every two weeks. I thought I might as well be more ready.”
“Mmhm, mmhm,” Subaru said, nodding along. “Normally I wouldn’t allow something like this, but having a handkerchief specifically for cum-swapping is hot as hell so I’ll allow it.”
Crusch suppressed the urge to sigh. This is the man who succeeded Fourier. It was like Fate was pissing on his grave.
“Thank you, Master Subaru.” For the country, for the country…
Said master was stroking his chin. “You could bring napkins for everyone next time… or– ooh! Maybe you could be the one to wipe everyone’s faces afterward!”
“Or, everyone could bring their own handkerchief.”
“Nah, that lacks individuality. Not sexy at all.” He snapped his fingers. “Anyways, how’s that swapping going, Ana, Felt-chan?”
Anastasia’s head was tilted up at the ceiling. It was a high ceiling. Befitting of a castle.
Hm, didn’t take m’self for the religious type, she thought, petite body extending skyward. This subtle cry to the heavens probably came from somewhere deep within her subconscious.
I am a twenty-two year old business-woman being forced to swap spit and semen with a fifteen-year-old girl. The cum sitting pungently near her throat didn’t taste nearly as bad as that thought.
Her aquamarine eyes glanced at the top of Felt's head. She looked like she hated the idea as much as her, and she was not trying to hide it.
“Shit, shit, fucking shit,” she repeated, blonde head lowered and trembling. These words summarized Anastasia’s thoughts pretty well, so she sympathized with the poor kid. Unlike her though, the merchant queen would always keep those curses from escaping her lips, using that energy to craft insults to hurl at Natsuki.
‘Cause if I cursed like that and looked like that, it would probably just make that asshole hornier, she thought, glancing at Natsuki. He was drumming his fingers on his cheek absentmindedly.
Looking back at Felt, Anastasia tentatively reached out a hand, tapping her on the shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” she grumbled, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. Her fist was clenched hard. “Just getting myself ready.”
I’m not crying, she told herself. I’m not gonna cry.
“Shit,” she said again. She remembered a thought she had once, being a street rat in the capital slums. “Of course I steal for a living. If I didn’t, I’d have to sell my body,” was something she actually considered. Where she was now, she would never consider that an option ever again.
This sucked so much. This, all of this– shit that was done to her, that she was forced to do– it was like having her free will ripped out piece by piece. Like being dragged down a road to a destination called “submission.”
Felt wondered if selling her body to random unfaithful nobles on the street would suck as much as being the King’s personal sex slave.
Would it be this bad? Feel this violating?
Is having sex to survive as shitty as being well-fed as a living sex toy?
Would being fucked in the ass make any woman conflicted on whether they’re a masochistic slut or not, or is it just her—?
“Night’s not getting any younger, Felt.”
“Ghk–! Screw you!” She yelled, suddenly slapping both of her hands onto Anastasia’s face.
“Grrmp!” She yelped. That hurt.
With a deep inhale and a frown, Felt flung herself forward, opening her mouth with a voracious energy as she smashed it into Anastasia’s lips. Felt’s kiss made a loud smacking sound in a maneuver that looked like it was meant to suck out all the oxygen as well as the cum and spit inside Anastasia.
This startled the merchant queen at first, but she didn’t fully mind as she leaned into it. It was sloppy, but Felt clearly just wanted to get the job done, and Anastasia shared the sentiment.
When she felt all the cum exit her mouth, Anastasia tapped Felt on the cheek and they pulled away. She wiped Felt’s saliva off her chin instead of taking the handkerchief she saw Crusch offer from the corner of her eye. Perhaps in an attempt to hold on to whatever mote of pride she had left.
“Damn, that was feisty as hell,” Subaru growled, biting his lip. Then he snapped both his fingers. “Alright now, best for last!”
If Felt could run away, she would. She hated being in the same room with Priscilla, let alone doing anything with her, let alone doing shit like this with her. She didn’t even turn to face her, instead glaring at the ground.
Dammit, dammit, dammit, Felt repeated, clenching her fists. She knew she was just delaying the inevitable, but knowing that she had no choice didn’t make it easy to do.
She glanced at Priscilla without turning her head. Her blood-red eyes were sneering at her like she was an annoying insect, and an eyebrow was raised in confused disgust.
“Is there something the matter, bitch?”
Yeah, you’re next to me. Felt just rolled her eyes.
“Could it be that you lost your nerve? After that shamefully sluttish display you poisoned mine eyes and ears with, I had assumed that there was no end to your indecent desires.”
You think I wanted to do that?! Is what Felt wanted to yell, but couldn’t. Instead she whipped her head around to glare at her and growled, ignoring how doing so gargled the cum near her throat.
“Ohohoho…?” Priscilla chuckled with no mirth, splaying a hand in front of her lips. “A commoner with any intelligence would realize that most mortal beings would sacrifice arms and legs to simply be in mine presence. Yet here you are, sitting there in that tasteless, piss-yellow dress, hesitating.”
“I thought it looked pretty cute,” Subaru said, quiet enough as to not interrupt.
Priscilla continued with a look of revulsion and disappointment. “Such a shame to see. Not only are you a harlot, but a dreadfully boring one as well. How utterl-mmngh…”
The entire time she was talking, Felt just wanted to shut her up. Then she realized that she could do exactly that if she just smashed her lips against hers.
Fucking bitch, Felt thought as she gripped Priscilla’s wrist and grabbed at her hair. She responded by accepting the tongue and cum entering her mouth as aggressively as possible, easily breaking past Felt’s grip and clawing at her hips and the back of her head with a fiery passion.
As the sound of their lips smacking echoed throughout the throne room, the other three women visibly reacted.
“ ‘ey, calm it down a notch,” Anastasia said, grimacing. She was right next to this hatefucking, and it was looking less healthy the longer it went on. None of what they were doing was healthy, but this seemed worse than the usual shittiness.
Crusch didn’t say anything, but she shifted uncomfortably before looking away.
“A-Anastasia’s right, you two,” Emilia said, leaning over and extending a hand. “We’re in this together, so we have to get alo—”
“HELL YEAH!” Subaru whooped, pumping his fist above his head. “TWIST HER NIPPLES, FELT!”
She couldn’t find them (fucking big-boobed broad) so she just sunk her hands into her ample chest, twisting and pulling like she was trying to milk the world’s bitchiest cow.
When Felt felt all the cum fully leave her mouth, she pulled away, shoving Priscilla backward. The crimson royal smacked her in the forehead with her palm in response.
“Fuck you,” Felt snarled, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. Her cheeks felt hot and her breath was haggard and she hated it, so she curled her fingers into a fist and–
“That’s enough you two,” Subaru said, just slightly exasperated. He mostly just found it hot. As Felt’s fist uncurled, arm falling to her side, he snapped his fingers and pointed at Priscilla. “Ah-ah-ah,” he tutted. “Don’t swallow it yet.”
He caught her before she had the chance to just end this already. Priscilla obeyed, her throat betraying her as her eyes held a hatred that could burn down the entire capital.
“Wow, Pri-chan, that’s one intense look on your face,” Subaru said as he hopped up and sauntered over to her. “Not that I dislike it, though.” He admitted with a smirk.
When he arrived in front of her, he leaned over, left and right, examining her entire trembling body like a work of art. He could practically taste the rage emanating from her. It was alluring.
“Whoa, stop that though.” Subaru said, eyebrow raised. She was clenching her fists so hard they were drawing blood. “Those aren’t the kinds of liquids we wanna spread. Blood is for things like virginity-breaking and extreme BDSM, ya know?”
Priscilla’s hands went limp, but her left eye started to twitch.
Subaru grabbed one of her hands, running his fingers across it gently like he was interacting with an expensive doll. He sighed. “Look at that,” he murmured. “You’ve damaged your lovely skin.” Shaking his head, he clicked his tongue. “Emilia-tan, come over here!”
“Hm? Oh- um, r-right away, Subaru-sama!” She bounded over, messy silver hair swaying.
“Heal Priscilla’s hands.” He immediately felt her try to pull away. “Don’t move,” Subaru commanded. Honestly, Priscilla was such a handful. Not that he hated it, though. Kissing Priscilla on the cheek, he smiled and said “We’ll get this situated right away, and then we can discuss your punishment. ‘Kay?”
Priscilla growled. Subaru cooed.
Kneeling down, Emilia hovered her palms over Priscilla’s, and the ambient lesser spirits gathered to begin their work.
“Wow,” Subaru murmured. Even after living here for five months, magic still looked so… well, magical.
Well, Emilia-tan told me that she does Spirit Arts, not magic. But hey, if it looks like a duck–
“I’m done now,” Emilia informed, bringing him out of his thoughts.
Looking over Priscilla’s palms, he whistled at Emilia’s handiwork. There were still faint indents where Priscilla’s nails pierced, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as before. Dropping her hands, he whipped his head towards Emilia. “Good job, Emilia-tan!”
Emilia shifted in place. “Thank you. It was really no trouble at all, thou–”
“C’mere!”
“Hm-?”
Subaru cupped her chin with one hand, brought her face in, and dove his tongue into her mouth. Emilia’s hands flew up in shock, but she didn’t resist. She couldn’t resist, but Subaru liked how he didn’t need to try that much to make her submit. After dancing around in her mouth a bit, he pulled away, licking his lips as he was greeted by the sight of her tomato-red face.
“S-Subaru-sama…!” Emilia whined.
“Whaaat?”
“Priscilla-san was watching,” she complained, pointing tentatively at the crimson royal. Said crimson royal was rolling her eyes with as much dignified disgust as she could muster.
Subaru chuckled in slight disbelief. “You still get embarrassed about that kinda stuff?” He placed a finger on her lip. “Maybe you were too occupied, but everyone was watching us earlier, you know.”
Emilia did know, so she tried to think of a different excuse, eyes fluttering left and right. “W-well, you know… my mouth is really, really dirty right now, so–”
“Are you calling my dick dirty?”
“No! That’s not what I–? Um.” She hid her face in her hands.
Subaru chuckled. “I’m just messing with you.” Lowering her hands to drink in her embarrassed face one last time, he gave her breast a squeeze, eliciting a yelp. Then he smacked her on the ass. “Go back to your spot now,” he said.
Biting her lip, she stood up and bowed before walking back to her place next to Crusch.
“Now then,” he turned to face Priscilla. “You’ve caused a lotta trouble, little lady,” he scolded, wagging his finger. “How are you gonna apologize for inconveniencing me and Emilia-tan?”
“It’s really no trouble, Subaru-sama…!”
“Aww, she’s too kind.” Subaru tilted his head in her direction before turning back to her. “I mean, you could at least say ‘Thank you’.”
Priscilla shot him a look. Subaru laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.” He booped her on the nose, finger lingering before it went down to her lips holding back cum and saliva, down to her exposed neck, and down to her robust cleavage before pulling away.
Tapping his own lip with his finger, he tut-tutted. “How to punish, how to punish, let’s see– oh! I know!” He stood up, snapping his fingers. “Look up at me.”
Priscilla did, and despite her submissive, kneeling position, her eyes still held a hateful fire. Subaru admired that. It made a nice contrast to Emilia’s compliant ice.
Then, he took two of his fingers, and Priscilla found that she could no longer breathe because his knuckles were pinching her nose shut.
“Keep your mouth closed now,” Subaru commanded as he heard a low rumble come from her throat. Knowing that it only gargled the cum and saliva inside made him lick his lips.
“Subaru-sama!”
“Yeah, what is it?” He was still looking at how Priscilla glared at him.
“P-please…! You shouldn’t do that. Priscilla-san can’t breathe,” Emilia said, a twinge of distress in her chime.
“Aw, you’re such an angel, Emilia-tan. But no– I gotta make an example out of this naughty girl. The lesson being, no one damages my possessions without my permission.” He tilted his head. “That, and I just wanna see how red her face can get.”
At that, Emilia just lowered her head.
Subaru continued to toy with Priscilla. In his old world, it felt like he had no control over his life. He felt trapped. Trapped in his room, trapped by the love from his parents, trapped by the expectations of Japanese society, and trapped by the world itself.
But now, he was free. And now, he not only had control over his life, but others as well.
Pulling away from his thoughts, Subaru noticed a problem. Tapping his foot, blowing on his bangs, fidgeting back and forth, he found that
“Wow, this is boring.”
Over two minutes had passed, and Priscilla didn’t look distressed in the slightest. In fact, her eyes were half lidded in an expression that perfectly conveyed her annoyance and disappointment. Turns out, she was way better at holding her breath than Subaru thought.
“This would be impressive if it didn’t undermine my authority. Hmmm,” he scratched his chin. Then his face lit up. “Hey, I know how to make this more fun!”
Smirking, he grabbed at Priscilla’s breast.
“Mn-!”
She quickly stifled her moan, but couldn’t stop it completely.
“Ah ah, I heard that,” Subaru said teasingly. “Though, since you’re still staying strong, let’s see how much you can take…!”
For the next few minutes, he continued to toy with her. His hand fondled and pulled at Priscilla’s breasts, and it was entertaining to see how they bounced around. But he didn’t just stay there– Subaru roamed her entire upper body, flicking her forehead, tickling her chin and throat, pulling at her hair, and even blowing into her ear. All the while, making visible progress as Priscilla’s face got redder from the strain. But only slightly. She was still keeping strong, and Subaru was impressed at her tenacity.
“Wow, wow, you’re actually keeping up,” Subaru said with a whistle. “You keep defying my expectations, huh Prissy?”
Her will of fire really wasn’t something that could be broken, even after four months.
Honestly, who knew?
Subaru lifted his leg.
Who knew that trying to break someone so sturdy…
And kicked her in the stomach.
Could be so fun?
Priscilla visibly reacted, grunting as she flinched forward. Subaru made an “Oop!” sound as he kept his grip on her nose.
“You know”, Subaru began with a kick. “Emilia and you are the ones I like to bully the most.” Another kick. “I mean, Emilia-tan is my favorite overall, but when it comes to teasing, the two of you are pretty equal.” Three absentminded kicks to the stomach. Zero oxygen. Priscilla was getting lightheaded.
It’s not that Priscilla was actually getting harmed by these strikes– Subaru would never be able to harm Priscilla Barielle even if he trained for a hundred years– but without access to air, these hits that would normally just amount to a tickle were knocking out whatever wind was still inside her, and fast.
Emilia was looking on at Subaru’s actions in horror. She had a hand outstretched, and she wanted to say something, anything to make him stop, but her protests were already shut down twice, and she doubted he would listen a third time. So she just ended up spluttering and shifting in place.
I don’t want her to get hurt. And yet, I can’t do anythi–
“Master Subaru.”
“Huh? Yeah, what is it Cruschie?” He was still kicking the drum that was Priscilla’s stomach to the beat of an unknown song.
“Haven’t you punished Priscilla-san enough? The harm you’ve caused her seems excessive.”
“Harm? Aw, c’mon Cruschie– I know my own strength, and I know hers too. I’m sure that nothing I do would even leave a bruise.”
“Perhaps, but that doesn’t change the fact that she cannot breathe. You must admit that at this point you’re only doing it for your own entertainment.”
“Oh, I sure do admit it. But that ain’t gonna stop me from doing it!” He chimed.
At that tone of finality, Crusch sighed and lowered her head. “Well, I tried,” she muttered.
“Thank you for trying.”
Crusch turned her eyes to Emilia. She had a sad smile on her face. Crusch just hummed in response before looking back at the floor.
The beat of Subaru’s kicks could still be heard.
“Emilia’s the most submissive, which makes her really cute–” Subaru grunted as he kicked again. “But abusing a high and mighty girl like you is really exciting. It’s like a cool eroge challenge, y’know?” He tilted his head, hopping as he went for another kick. “Felt’s pretty fun too, but she gives up way too easily compared to you.”
“Fuck off, asshole,” Felt muttered.
“Eh, nah.” Subaru winked. “The one I’m fucking is you, after all, and– ooh! You’re gonna call me onii-sama tonight!”
“Gh-! I am never going to do that!” She yelled. It was a spur of the moment response, so she tried to ignore the fact that the king could make her do anything.
“Whaddya call it-?” Subaru looked up for a moment, interrupting the rhythm of his kicks just slightly. “Domination loss? Yeah, it’s something like that. I know you hit that Al guy a lot, so the gap moe of you bending to me like this is just so exhilira-aaand you’re losing consciousness.”
Subaru stopped his assault to focus on how Priscilla’s blood-red (and now slightly bloodshot) eyes were fluttering. Her body also started to sway left and right.
“Hm.” He let go and took a full step back. Priscilla doubled over and nearly fell on her face.
Keyword being “nearly”, because despite it all, Priscilla Barielle was still strong.
It only took one inhale to recover from near unconsciousness, and with that recovery she used it to punch the ground. She broke her fall and the floor below her fist, creating a shockwave that made Subaru almost fall backward with a “whOA-” and Felt flinch sideways with an annoyed frown.
As Priscilla got up, breathing heavily through her nose, Felt just squinted at how some of the cum and saliva dribbled down her chin, not really knowing how to feel. She didn’t give a single shit about Priscilla, but the thought of cheering on a guy to abuse a woman felt wrong on principle.
Then again, it is a stuck-up, entitled noble getting the shit kicked out of by another stuck-up, entitled noble, so…
Felt shook her head slightly. She decided to just hate both of them, but King Subaru just a little bit more than Priscilla.
“Aww, some of it got out!” Subaru bounded over, kneeling to wipe some of the dribble off of her chin. He sighed at the sight before holding out his dirtied hand. “Felt, suck on this.”
She did, and in that moment where her tongue swirled over his fingers, she decided to hate Subaru way more than Priscilla.
Subaru pulled out, wiping the excess saliva on Felt’s shoulder. She growled. Subaru went “Mhm” and patted her on the head.
Standing up again, Subaru tilted Priscilla’s chin to face him once more. She held a hateful glare, but it was weaker, regathering its lost fire.
“Open your mouth.”
The second she did, Subaru stuck his finger in there, swirling around both cum and the saliva of several other women. Then he flicked into her soft palate, causing her to audibly gag. Subaru chuckled lightly.
He pulled his hand out. “Okay, now gargle.”
Subaru held both of her cheeks in her hands, rubbing circles into them with his thumbs, and he smiled at the cum bubbles that gurgled from her throat.
“Okay, stop now.” He leaned down, moving his face closer. “Swallow.” Priscilla closed her mouth, and with trembling, pursed lips, she gulped.
“Say aah,” Subaru said, practically singing the last word.
“aaAAAAH.”
“Whoa-!” Subaru reeled back from Priscilla’s rebellious scream. “Your breath stinks, Priscilla-chan.”
She bared her teeth in response, but before she could even snarl Subaru put a finger on her lips. “Shhhh,” he whispered. “Don’t be mad, I like it.” He lightly slapped her cheek a couple times before going for a full palm strike that echoed throughout the room. Then he grabbed her reddish blond hair to forcefully tilt her head downwards. Leaning forward, he murmured into her ear, quiet enough so that no one else could hear:
“You’re always so fun to play with, Prisca.”
With that, Subaru stood up straight once more. And no one could see the expression that was made under that firelike hair which drooped like a doused flame.
Subaru clapped his hands. “So, now that we’re done with those pleasantries, how’s everyone feeling?”
“I’m amazed how y’can live every day without feeling utterly disgusted with yerself.”
“Priscilla-san, are you okay?”
“Just fuck off.”
Subaru gave a slight frown at those mixed mumbles. “Same as usual, huh?”
“Irrelevant, Master Subaru.”
“Hm?”
Subaru turned his head to Crusch. She held a stoic expression, but wasn’t looking directly at him.
“Despite any feelings I may have,” she placed a hand on her chest. “As long as what I do helps this country, I shall continue to endure.”
Anastasia gave an incredulous glance at the woman next to her. Crusch didn’t really know why she was saying her thoughts out loud either. He certainly wasn’t going to listen. Perhaps she was saying it to herself. Perhaps she needed to hear those words, and an excuse to bring those words out.
In any case, the king walked over to the kneeling duchess, lowered himself to eye level, and pinched her chin with two fingers.
He gazed into those honey tinted eyes, guarded and seemingly unflappable.
“God,” Subaru murmured. “I love your personality, Cruschie. It’s so kuudere.”
She stayed silent, expression still steadfast.
“Though, when you do put up this tough front,” he murmured, nuzzling their noses together, “all it does is remind me of the night you begged me to cum inside you even more.”
Despite her effort to remain emotionless, a slight blush crept on her cheeks. “Master Subaru,” she exhaled hotly, “I request that you please don’t mention that moment in the presence of–”
She was interrupted with a firm hand grabbing the back of her head, pulling her in for a deep kiss. She tried not to resist, even though she desperately wanted to. Doing so would only make him more aggressive, anyway.
The way his tongue went past her lips, dancing in her mouth and trampling on her will; the way his sultry breath traveled into her lungs and seemed to grapple her very heart; it brought back hazy memories of that night.
That confusing, tempestuous night where Crusch Karsten wanted…
What did she want?
Had she wanted to just get it over with?
Had she wanted to just forget about all her problems by drowning in pleasure?
Or, deep down, did I just want to be his whore all along-?
Subaru pulled back with a pop of his lips, a string of drool lingering between master and attendant before falling away.
“I mean, seriously,” Subaru murmured. “That gap moe was sexy as all hell. I didn’t even have to order you to say ‘Fill me up, Master Subaru!’-- you came up with that on your own.”
Crusch simply clenched her jaw as her honey gaze turned downward.
Subaru cupped her cheek. “Aw, try not to look down for too long, Cruschie.” He blew into her ear, and a tingle went down her spine. “That kind of face isn’t fitting when thinking on good memories.”
“But in any case,” Subaru said, patting Crusch on the head before gripping it to push himself up.
“What about you, Pri-chan? You haven’t spoken up yet, so how’re you doin’?”
There was a beat of silence, and without moving at all, head still tilted down, hair still covering her eyes, her sullied lips parted and simply said: “Your fingers.”
“…Uh, what?”
“When I inevitably break free of these chains you seem to assume will last forever, I shall break and then twist off your fingers one by one. Then your toes. Then the flesh and bone of your limbs, inch by inch.” At this point, her head straightened to the proper posture the crimson royal commanded on a daily basis. “When I have completed those pleasures, I shall promptly gouge out one eye and rip off one ear –not both, no– should you still live, I find it proper to reward your tenacity, however meager, with mine divine smiles and laughter as I stomp on your pathetic excuse for a nether region,” she spat, “your limbless body unable to escape.” Her head started to turn to face Subaru. “And then, only then, when your screams of mercy and longing for death cease due to thy throat becoming hoarse, shall I incinerate you with mine Yang Blade.”
When her face came into full view, Natsuki Subaru looked upon Priscilla Barielle’s angry smile, bulging veins, and –contrastingly– glint of satisfaction in her expression. She truly was looking forward to that situation she thought up.
Subaru clasped a hand to his heart, stunned. “Wow.”
“You really do love flirting with me. I’m honored.”
Even after everything he had done to her, she still did not submit. Such strength was admirable.
And after dirty talk like that, there was no way he wouldn’t respond in kind.
Sauntering over to Priscilla, Subaru hunched down a little, fiddled with one of his shoes, and kicked it off. She blinked at the footwear that flew past her, narrowly missing her nose.
“What are you-” but before she could finish, her face was greeted with Subaru’s bare foot.
“After what you said, I wanna flirt with you too. Lick it.”
She barely had time to bite her lip before her body betrayed her once more.
Her tongue stuck out, her head moved forward, and–
“C’mon!”
His foot moved to the left. Her tongue moved to follow his heel–
“Aw, you can do better than that.”
Priscilla hissed as the King’s foot narrowly dodged to the right. She was furious at how she couldn’t verbally retaliate beyond animalistic howls, still under the order of “lick my feet”.
So she tried again, practically jumping to nip at his heels, to just get this over with.
“Whoa, now!”
Subaru hopped backward, and Priscilla gave chase. An erotic dance ensued, with Subaru jauntily jumping away like a one-legged jackrabbit whilst Priscilla tried to catch his foot with her snarling and panting mouth, crawling on hands and knees, tongue lapping at air.
“You look real desperate, Prissy– what a slutty display!”
Humiliated. Humiliated. She was being humiliated– her, a divine existence being forced to act out this revolting show, in front of lesser beings, for a brainless dog.
Finally, it ended when Subaru stumbled backward, plopping onto the steps to his throne. Priscilla dashed on all fours, hungrily accepting two toes into her mouth.
“Ha, that tickles.”
Priscilla didn’t register that comment as she felt a shiver of satisfaction. I won, she thought. It was natural for her to win, of course, but it felt good to have her divine rights confirmed…
Wait. What?
Won? Winning? How does any part of this situation contain the essence of victory?
Priscilla cursed her thoughts. This feeble maggot had actually affected her mind. Well, no more. It was a good thing she caught and crushed that idiotic notion when she did.
Priscilla Barielle had not won, no. But she hadn’t lost, either. She was just currently in the process of winning.
The day would come. She would be rewarded with this man’s screams and death.
Because the world works in her favor.
The world always works in my–
“As much as the way you look slurping away like that excites me, I do want you to do it the usual way I like it now.”
Priscilla scowled, popping her lips off his toes, leaving a trail of saliva before gently lifting Subaru’s foot and positioning it in front of her face. She grit her teeth at the idea of servicing him, so she imagined that the leg she was holding was on fire. It felt good. But that fantasy didn’t last as she planted a kiss on his big toe.
She went down the line, kissing each individual digit before licking the grooves between them, just as Subaru instructed the first time she did it. Then her tongue slid down to service his arch, before swirling from heel to ball with a seemingly reverent zeal. When she was finished, the King’s foot glistened with saliva.
“Attagirl,” Subaru sighed, lifting his wet foot and smacking it onto her forehead.
“Dogeza.”
With an irritated grunt, Priscilla prostrated herself, ass sticking up into the air like a delicious meal.
Rubbing Priscilla’s own saliva from his foot into her hair, Subaru licked his lips. “Say designated phrase one.”
“I love you, Your Majesty,” Priscilla spat.
“Designated phrase five.”
“I’m. Honored. To be your sex slave and cocksleeve.”
“Designated phrase seven.”
“Nothing brings me greater jOY than to be your loyal bitch.”
“Aww, I feel the same way, Prissy!” Subaru used his foot to tilt Priscilla’s chin to face him. Extending his arms, he gave a wide grin. “Now c’mon, cuddle me.”
Crawling up the short steps, Priscilla embraced Subaru, her pillowy breasts pressing against his side.
“I will kill you,” she whispered into his ear as she sat in his lap.
“Shh,” Subaru placed a finger on her lips. “I get it honey, stay quiet now.”
Priscilla simply bit her lip as she couldn’t even growl back.
“Anyway, getting back on topic,” Subaru began as he snaked an arm around Priscilla’s waist to casually fondle her tits. “When I asked you ladies how you were feeling, the answer I was looking for was ‘dissatisfied’. ” He raised his hand into a snapping position. “ ‘Cause, I came a whole bunch, but none of you ladies did. So we gotta fix that!”
And the second he snapped, the dragon maidens experienced a mind-searing orgasm in unison.
Emilia gave a shrill yelp as her knees buckled. She was about to sigh in relief at the fact that she was already kneeling, but then pouted when she felt her own cum run down one of her thighs.
Crusch nearly fell to the floor, but stopped herself with one hand while using the other to hide her crotch. She failed to stop a grimace as she felt the wetness of her inner pant legs.
Anastasia quivered under the unwanted pleasure before just tiredly accepting the feeling as she flumped face-first onto the soft carpet.
Felt was glad that her petticoat was hiding the shame that was going on underneath, but the angry humiliation was plenty present on her face.
Priscilla shivered, giving a heavy exhale as she inadvertently fell into the crook of Subaru’s neck. Realizing what she was doing, she quickly–
“Nah, stay there,” Subaru ordered, patting her reddish blonde head.
“Now then, what do we say when I graciously give you orgasm?”
Silence. Subaru sighed.
“Dogeza. Designated phrase two.”
The four women in front of him prostrated themselves, and with a variety of shaky, annoyed, and semi-composed voices, said:
“Thank you, Subaru-sama / Master Subaru / Natsuki-sama / Your Majesty.”
Subaru cooed at how Priscilla’s breath glided over his neck when she expressed her “gratitude” through grit teeth.
“Aww, You’re welcome, Prissy.” He twirled her hair in one finger. “Shut up now, though,” he ordered before she could say anything more.
Untangling his finger to tap his lip, Subaru hummed. “Now then, who’s sleeping with me tonight?”
Anastasia clicked her tongue from her position on the ground. He always hemmed and hawed as if he were genuinely thinking about it, but she would bet her entire company that he already decided and just wanted to see them squirm, make their minds race.
She hated how it always worked, too.
Natsuki always brings two girls to bed, minimum, Anastasia thought, picking herself up from the floor. She glanced at Felt, who was scowling at the ground. Since he said that he’d make her call him “onii-sama”, she would have to be one of the ones to go.
Poor girl, she thought, though she didn’t consider doing any kind of self-sacrificing nonsense like offering herself in replacement. Anastasia Hoshin empathized, of course, and she thought nothing ill of helping people, but in the end she always put herself first.
She then gave a look to Emilia, who was in a very particular praying position, hands clasped and body bent over as if to hide her legs. Based on how the golden-eagle flags on her sleeves draped over her sides, it was working.
Since she’s the “favorite”, she’s prob’ly gonna end up being the second one. Although, it was because she was Natsuki’s favorite that he liked to bring her to bed alone.
Lowering her head, Anastasia gave a furtive peek to Priscilla. Subaru didn’t seem to notice her investigative looks so far, instead using his time to bob his head back and forth in some strange mockery of the concept of contemplation.
In any case, Barielle had one eye visible from the crook of the King’s neck, open wide and emanating a solar-flaming rage.
Considerin’ how much he’s been “ playing” with ‘er tonight , he might bring ‘er to bed too.
Anastasia guessed that he might not have had a triple blowjob in a while.
She looked at Crusch. She had her hands folded neatly and very specifically over her crotch. Honestly, based on the cards at play right now, us two are least likely to get chosen–
“Alright, I’ve decided!”
Anastasia snapped her head to the direction of his voice. Subaru’s hand was pointed high into the sky, as if he thought of the greatest idea ever. His smug-ass face was at its most annoying when he did that.
Dear Dragon, I’ve got so much work to catch up on. It’s ‘round nine PM right now, but if I hurry and sleep on th ’ carriage, I might be able ta finish signing the documents I brought with me in th’ morning.
As if responding to her thoughts, Subaru lowered his hand and proceeded to wave it dismissively.
“I’ll just bring all of you!”
…
“Fuck.”
“Language.”
Felt’s hands and knees sunk into the bed, her rocking body matching her rhythmic moans.
“You- fucking- pedophile,” she accused between panting breaths.
“Aw c’mon, Felt-chan…!” Subaru groaned in faux offense as he pumped her asshole with his royally-lubed cock. “I’m only two years older than you. Well, I mean I am turning eighteen this year– but still!”
Felt tried to retaliate, but she kept being interrupted both by the sound of her own moans and the feeling of him inside her.
Dammit… Dammit~!
This was her life now, but even thinking about it made her fume. He had ordered them all to undress in front of him before princess-carrying and tossing them onto this big-ass bed, one by one.
He just had to make a game of it, too.
“Okay, so here’s the deal: You ladies gotta pair up and have some fun, alright? I can’t have you just doing nothing, so here’s the goal: You gotta make out at least four times, and cum at least twice– and then you’re allowed a break. Oh, but don’t worry, Ana! If it’s too hard for you, I’ll make an exception if you can cum four times in a row.”
And there it was. On Felt’s left, Priscilla was currently taking her anger out on Emilia by aggressively fingering her, and on her right, Crusch and Anastasia were making out as professionally as they could. Which was not really.
At least they get to cum…
Felt hated that she thought that.
The condition for her was different. She was forbidden from cumming until she begged Subaru to cum inside her and called him “onii-sama”.
Every time she got close, whatever arcane power the king possessed kept her just at the edge, denying her release. It was like rocking on waves of unwanted lust, not being able to find shore.
Just get through the night … All I have to do is last the night–
“Man, this is taking a while.” Subaru said as he caressed the small of Felt’s back. “We both know you’re going to break sooner or later, so why don’tcha just get it over with?”
“Shut- ah~! up-!”
Subaru sighed at her pointless resistance. Ever since he arrived in this world, his libido had increased dramatically. He could go for hours straight now – probably even days, since he could command himself to not cum.
Is she hoping I’ll get bored of her? Subaru licked his lips. If that’s the case…
He thrusted extra hard for emphasis, savoring her scream of inadvertent pleasure.
Then she has no idea that when it comes to lovely ladies, I have patience in spades.
Plus, it wasn’t like he was lacking in entertainment considering the lesbian sex that was happening around him. At this point, thrusting up Felt’s asshole was second nature, so he decided to just absentmindedly look around as his lower half slowly chipped away at her sanity.
I wonder how much fun Prisca and Emilia-tan are having?
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Priscilla Barielle is a fast learner. This fact is obvious, as she is perfection incarnate.
“Some days I still can’t believe you were a virgin until I came inside you!”
She grit her teeth, fingerfucking Emilia harder to drown out that memory with the sound of the half-elf’s moans.
“Priscilla, I– ah~ please… gh– go slower–”
“Shut your filthy mouth, half-wit,” Priscilla muttered. She pulled her fingers out of Emilia’s cunt, giving her nary a second to breathe before suddenly pinching her clitoris. She screamed.
“Hey, Pri-chan? I like to bully Emilia-tan too, but try not to go too overboard, alright?”
Priscilla didn’t even spare him a glance as she shoved her fingers back into that dripping half-elf pussy. “Such an order is too vague to obey, and therefore has no effect in superseding my will.”
Subaru sighed, absentmindedly smacking Felt’s ass and savoring her yelp.
I always have to take a stern approach when it comes to Priscilla, huh? She’s such a handful.
Not that he found it any less sexy.
“Priscilla, you can’t make Emilia cum by fingering her anymore. Scissor her instead.”
Priscilla clicked her tongue, grumbling incoherently before forcing Emilia upright.
Panting heavily, Emilia knit her eyebrows and tilted her head. “Priscilla-san, what does ‘scissor’ mea– mmgk!”
Priscilla hauled her close, practically smashing her lips into hers and forcing her tongue past her teeth and tugging on her silver hair.
She would most definitely regret having this type of sex with the half-wit later. But this was the best option out of bad choices, the only way to get as close as she could to that feeling she had when she ruled over her domain.
The feeling of being herself.
To be in control of someone else, that superiority– being Priscilla Barielle is something that is denied to her constantly, and dominating the half-elf brought back those divine rights, if only for a little while.
When Priscilla broke the kiss, Emilia simply stared, face red and breath heavy. A string of saliva connected their dangerously close tongues. For a while they simply stayed in that moment, blood-red eyes locked with amethyst ones, arms wrapped around each other, sizable breasts pressing together with nipples erect.
And then Priscilla scowled and bit Emilia on the nose.
“Owie!”
“You don’t even know what scissoring is? If you’re going to be a pathetic whore, at least do it right.”
At that statement, Emilia’s expression turned downcast– until she registered the sight of their boobies touching and immediately became flustered.
“So, this is coming from the woman who is about to partake in scissoring with said ‘pathetic whore’, right?”
Emilia turned her head to Subaru, and then back to Priscilla’s glowering face and grinding teeth.
She feels really bad when Subaru-sama provokes her, huh…
Natsuki Subaru loved to intrude.
“Priscilla-san?”
It was like a forest fire had turned its attention to Emilia, but she tried her best not to falter. Placing a hand on Priscilla’s cheek, she gave a consoling, albeit anxious smile. “It’ll be okay.”
Priscilla stayed silent, simply narrowing her eyes.
And then she clicked her tongue.
“Of course it will, half-wit. Don’t you realize who you’re speaking to?”
“Mm-hm,” Emilia nodded. “That’s the spirit!”
Priscilla scoffed, and with a brusque shake of her head she slapped her hand onto one of Emilia’s thighs. “Position your legs like so. If you stray from mine lead for even a moment, you might as well extinguish your own life.”
Emilia pumped her fists. “O-okay. I’ll try my best!”
“…Hmph.”
This girl was irritating. And her naïveté, which was reminiscent of Schult, wasn’t cute at all.
Not at all.
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“Aww, they’re getting along,” Subaru cooed. Speaking of how things were getting along, Felt’s moans were becoming less restrained and more guttural.
“So, you give up yet?” He asked, rubbing circles on her back with a single finger as he thrusted.
“Shut– up–” Felt gasped. It took all her effort to not plant her face into the mattress.
Subaru hummed in response, leaning down to drum his fingers on Felt’s tummy. Then he casually flicked one of her nipples, eliciting a sharp mewl.
“How about now?” He whispered.
“N-never…!”
Subaru frowned, pulling himself upright for an extra hard thrust. “Hagh, Felt! You’re being a real tough nut to crack tonight,” he groused. “But even so, that doesn’t make it any less fun, I guess.”
“Gh– haah–! Ahh~!”
Felt seemed to register about half of his words.
“Okay, rude…”
Subaru turned his head to see what Crusch and Anastasia were up to.
Crusch was currently eating out Anastasia’s sopping wet cunt as she bit her finger to suppress her moans. It was not working.
Hm. Wonder how they got like that~?
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There’s only so much detached professionalism a woman can have when forced to vigorously kiss– not to mention the slick sweat intermingling with bare skin and erect nipples.
Crusch pulled away, smacking her wet lips and swallowing the excess saliva. Some of it was probably Anastasia’s. Oh well. “I believe that was the fourth and final required kiss, Anastasia-san.”
“…Huh? Oh. Yeah, suppose it was,” she panted, purple strands matted to her forehead.
I’m exhausted.
“Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine. Just lemme…” She didn’t finish as she just leaned into Crusch’s heaping bosom. She was too tired to care how perverted it looked.
Crusch let her stay there, propping her upright with an embrace as the merchant queen breathed into her cleavage.
I know she can’t see me, but– Crusch bit her lip, trying to keep her expression impassive. The hot breath that blew through her tits made her cheeks heat up as well.
This is for the country. It’s just like a business meeting, and she needs her rest right now.
It wasn’t like a business meeting whatsoever, but denial helped Crusch to not break down into a blushing mess.
When a few minutes had passed and Anastasia’s breathing became calmer, Crusch decided to speak. “Anastasia-san, there is no need for you to suffer any more indignities. If you wish, I can be the one to climax four times–”
“No can do.” Anastasia denied, tilting her head to make eye contact. Her chin was nestled between her breasts now. “First ‘f all, no action taken a’ this point in time would make this situation any less of an indignity,” she sighed, and Crusch silently agreed. “Second– yer better at this stuff than me, duchess. It’d be faster and easier if you just made me cum four times.”
It was true. Because of the nature of Anastasia’s frail body, she couldn’t go that aggressively. Not like that kept Subaru from continuing to fuck her when she was too tired to move, though.
(“It’s like you’re a living onahole, Ana-chan!”)
What does that even mean? She thought angrily at that bitter memory.
But in any case, Emilia and Crusch were the top pleasers in terms of physicality. Priscilla was up there too, but she was the least cooperative. Though, Subaru was aroused by that too, so it didn’t make that extreme of a difference.
Crusch gave Anastasia a curt nod. “Very well. I’ll try my best to cause as little discomfort as possible.”
“Who gives a damn ‘bout that anymore? Jus’ do whatcha can to get this over with.”
Crusch hummed in response.
“Whoa-!”
And hoisted Anastasia’s legs onto her shoulders.
“All right then. Let’s begin,” she murmured as she stuck her tongue past her lips.
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“Hk- ah~ gh- mm…”
Anastasia had climaxed three times in a row, and she was quickly coming up on her fourth.
I know I said she could go all out, but-
“Dahg-!”
She was suppressing her moans by biting her finger, but her thighs quivered and she inadvertently gasped when she felt a hot exhale on her clit.
Crusch Karsten was too good at eating pussy. She didn’t just stick her tongue in there, no– she was constantly building anticipation, always making Anastasia guess where and how she would attack.
Sometimes she would lick her inner thigh, and right when she thought her cunt would be next, the duchess would stop short with a light blow from her nostrils.
It’d be annoying if it weren’t so titillating.
Crusch knew how to use her hands as well. With Anastasia’s thighs surrendered upon such lithe shoulders, she felt her legs rubbed in all the right places along with her stomach, which was delicately danced upon by nimble fingers, centimeters away from her pussy.
Is she reading m’ mind? No, the sounds I’m makin’ are prob’ly giving away what I want.
Crusch was using Anastasia Hoshin’s moans like a guide, trapping her in a fog of lust.
And it was when she was deepest in that haze of suspense that Crusch made her final strike.
“Oh, oh, oh, AH~!”
Planting a deep kiss on her cunt, the duchess slurped on the meal that was the merchant queen’s vulva. Crusch closed her eyes as Anastasia’s gratified scream synchronized with the juices which sprayed onto her face.
Anastasia opened her eyes to see Crusch pull away from her pussy and lick her lips. It looked…
Professional. Not erotic. It would be silly for a person’s heart to flutter just from seeing a woman clean her face.
“Ngh.”
“…? Oh, of course.”
Anastasia jiggled her legs to indicate she wanted off, and Crusch obliged, taking them off her shoulders.
Feeling like a collapsed house of cards, Anastasia placed the back of her hand on her slick forehead. “Damn, ya certainly didn’t waste any movements.”
Crusch wiped her chin with her palm. “Just as you requested,” she said, though it sounded unsteady. Anastasia turned her eyes to her.
She was looking to the side with a conflicted expression. Her cheeks seemed redder as well, despite attempts to remain businesslike.
Did she get flustered at what I said ‘ r somethin ’?
Anastasia sighed. She didn’t want to think about it too much. It’d make Natsuki horny.
Ugh, I feel so sticky. I just wanna lie here and cool off.
“Hey, you two should cuddle now!”
Fucking dammit.
With an exasperated groan, Anastasia picked herself up despite her body’s protests and then threw said body onto Crusch’s.
“Oh-!”
They fell together, arms wrapped and bodies pressed tight. And as the two laid upon those sheets in that forced embrace, Anastasia felt a sigh on her forehead.
“I’m sorry, Anastasia-san.”
She clicked her tongue. “Why’re you apologizing?” she whispered. “It’s that bastard’s fault anyhow.”
“…Yes. But even so, I cannot stop the way I feel.”
“Hm.”
With that tone of finality, Anastasia rested her head on Crusch’s boobs. Considering her petite figure, one might assume that she envied the others’ sizes compared to hers. One would be wrong. From her point of view, it seemed much more comfortable to lay on the big pillows than to have them attached to you.
Dear Dragon. I sound like Natsuki, she thought, nose scrunching. But that was all the disgust she could muster before closing her eyes. Might as well take advantage of the opportunity for rest.
She couldn’t fall asleep because of all the sharp moaning and loud thrusting, but it was a relative repose nonetheless.
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Priscilla and Emilia had just finished climaxing thrice in a row, their juices mixing with the sweat on their interlocked legs.
Priscilla had her lips pursed to suppress her heavy breaths, while Emilia gently bit her fist, holding nothing back.
“Haah, haah…”
The overtone of Emilia’s gasping chimes complimented the undertone of Priscilla’s chosen silence.
But a few moments into that silence, Emilia started to mumble.
“Mm. Uh…”
Priscilla deigned to acknowledge her, raising an eyebrow.
“P…Priscilla-san?”
“What is it, half-wit.” Her response was more of a flat statement than a question.
“That felt, uh… really, really good,” she murmured. Her fist was pressed against her teeth, but even with her face partly covered Priscilla could tell she wanted to say more.
“Of course it did,” she scoffed. “I did it with you. And?”
“And? Oh-! Uh, and… um~.”
Priscilla rolled her eyes. “I suggest you speak now before you irritate me even further. I’m not sure you’re aware of this, half-wit, but hesitation is the signature trait of fools.”
“Oh! Of course, Priscilla-san, I’m sorry.” Emilia cleared her throat. “It’s just, what we did felt really good, and- I’m not so eager that I wanna do it again, but…”
Emilia gulped.
“I kind of want to, kiss? B-but, only if that’s okay with you, though…!” She said, waving her hands in front of her face.
Priscilla knit her brows, and Emilia shrunk under her gaze.
No wonder that maggot chooses this one as his favorite. It’s so easy to turn her into a whore.
“What in your feeble mind makes you think that I would ever deign to give what you so lecherously desire?”
Emilia clasped a hand over her naked breast. “I know it’s really, really selfish of me, but-”
She stopped short when Priscilla leaned in close, pinching her chin with two fingers. Their tits were touching once more. “If you want to be blessed with mine lips so badly, you need to beg for it.”
The assertive tone in her words caused Emilia to avert her eyes. “That’s, uh…”
“That’s what? Do you not remember what I said about hesitation?”
Emilia closed her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and then opened them with a desperate expression. “Please kiss me, Priscilla.”
“Despite your small brain, I know you can do better than that.”
A tingle went past Emilia’s shoulders and down her spine. “I beg of you, Priscilla…sama. Please grace me with your precious lips…!”
“Hm.”
“Good enough, you pig,” Priscilla murmured as their noses touched.
And as Emilia closed her eyes, felt her request accepted, and submitted to the tongue which pushed past her teeth, Priscilla felt a gleeful lightning course through her body.
Because she was feeling like herself.
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“Y’know what? I kinda ship it,” Subaru murmured as he looked at Crusch and Anastasia snuggled together. Then he turned his head to see Priscilla and Emilia making out and he felt even more giddy.
“Love’s cookin’ in the air tonight, huh Felt? Felt?” Subaru tilted his head and flicked her in the back of the neck, all while maintaining his rhythm. “You even listening to me right now?”
“Fuh, fuh– fff…”
“Uh…?”
“F-fine.”
And with that single word, a smile started to grow on Subaru’s face, along with the tempo of his thrusts. “What was that, Felt-chan?”
“Just do it! I admit it! Fucking, you win, dammit…”
“What do you admit?” He leaned in closer, practically looming over her. “What do I win?”
“I… I wanna cum,” she mumbled.
“Little louder, please~” Subaru sang.
“Kh-! I wanna cum, okay?! Shit!”
Felt grit her teeth, tried her hardest to focus on her anger, but the shame was still enough to cause tears to well in her crimson eyes.
But no matter how apprehensive she felt, that still didn’t change the fact that she gave into her sinful desire. She wasn’t strong enough to endure this tantalizing hell, just like every other time. It felt like thirsting and starving with a wellspring below and an appa branch above but being unable to partake in any of them.
I lost to his dick again I’m losing to his cock again I–
“Ah~, yes yes, of course you do,” Subaru purred. “So, you know what you need to say, right?”
…
At that moment, there was a part of Felt that still resisted. That prompting statement and its tone of finality made her realize it. She thought– no, she knew that if she gave in now, it would be crossing a line of no return. A permanent stain would mark her future, and something in her mind would change permanently.
But that was the future. With this dick pumping through her asshole, such a thing seemed so far away.
The present was close. It was right now, in fact. And it was a special kind of hell. But at any moment, she could end it by choosing a moment of heaven.
“Pweashe…”
She just needed one final push.
“Pwease cum inside my naughty asshole~”
And she knew that the heaven she accepted would be fleeting,
“Onii-sama!”
But heaven is still heaven.
Subaru thrusts took on a manic energy, and Felt’s tongue started to loll out of her mouth. “Haha, well, since you’ve asked so nicely, let’s do it together!”
“Uh huh,”
“Ha ha-!”
“Uhn, ahn~!”
Felt’s mind was reaching a breaking point as the pounding of her asscheeks matched the beating of her heart.
And this time, the finality she craved wasn’t denied.
“YEEEEESSSSHH–!!”
Warmth filled her insides as rope after rope of onii-sama’s seed flooded her asshole.
The squirt juices that exploded from her cunt and splattered onto the sheets felt like tasting a slice of paradise.
“Ha… ha~”
And once she had a single bite, she came crashing down to earth.
“Fuck, that felt good,” Subaru said as his dick popped out of her asshole. When it did, Felt farted, and her anus gurgled with cum bubbles.
“Ew, that’s gross, Felt,” he scolded, but he sounded more aroused than disgusted.
“Onii-sama… onii-sama…” She repeated dumbly, eyes glazed over and face half-buried in the sheets. A part of her knew that the moment she regained her awareness she would regret all of her actions.
But that was the future, which was so far away. In the present, she couldn’t keep onii-sama out of her mind.
“Hm. Good girl,” Subaru said, smiling lightly at her dazed obedience. He petted her protruding asscheek in the same way one would headpat a young girl. “You were a lot of fun.”
Felt giggled into the mattress. She had a lot of fun–
“But it’s time for the other hole now.”
“Wuh?”
Felt only fully registered his statement when she was flipped onto her back.
“C’mon, Felt. Everyone else came at least twice, while you only did it once. And that just isn’t fair, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Wait,” Felt protested weakly. “O-onii-sama, please, I-”
“I’m sticking it in now~,” Subaru sang. His dick was already rock-hard despite ejaculating not even a minute ago.
“But I haven’t fully recovered ye– AH!”
The cock that was just up her asshole was now thrusting in and out of her wet cunt.
“Ah!”
“Gah!”
“Onii-samaaaAAaah~!”
Natsuki Subaru could keep going for hours, and he did.
He played with his toys in a night of debauchery that would last until 2 AM.
And when he was done, the prophesied 42nd King of Lugnica drifted to sleep in this Isekai Dreamworld, surrounded by women, the subjects of his desire.
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