A dry, clinical bedroom with nothing but a bed, a wardrobe, and a table. Today, for the first time, I brought a piece of art into this needlessly spacious room—the only one of its kind in this vast Empire, a masterpiece more beautiful and noble than any other.
Alicia's soft body, feeling weightless in my grasp, flailed against my shoulder for a long time.
"Let me down! I'm not a sack of grain! Carry me properly!" "Quiet."
It was a meaningless struggle. I ignored her futile tantrums.
—Thud!
As soon as we reached the room, I locked the door and dropped her onto the bed. The plush mattress was one of the few luxuries I allowed myself; her body wouldn't be bruised.
"Hee-yak!"
It was a cute yelp, like a young herbivore. No one would ever suspect the Imperial Princess was such a clumsy woman. No one, except me.
Now that we were here, I had no intention of letting her go. I would make her—the Princess, Alicia—mine. If she came to me in the middle of the night wearing scraps of cloth designed solely to provoke a man's desire, how was she any different from prey sticking its own neck into a lion's maw? There was no reason to refuse a delicacy that had rolled right into my mouth.
Her features were a perfect harmony, as if sculpted by a god, and her long silver hair looked like melted moonlight.
"Y-your eyes... what is..."
Her ice-blue eyes shook uncontrollably as they met mine. Her neck was white and slender, looking as if it might snap if I gripped it too hard. Her breasts were large and enticing, overflowing my mental grasp, their pink tips shyly peeking out. The beautiful curves fell from her narrow waist to her full hips and firm, white thighs.
This was a body that would make even a celibate monk's loins throb with life. It was time to savor Alicia to my heart's content. I would resolve all my pent-up desires and frustrations through her flesh. Even if she threw a tantrum now, I wouldn't let go.
—Grab!
I seized her delicate, trembling body on the bed, pulling her up and embracing her fiercely from behind.
"Hah-eut...?!" "You're not even trying to resist."
I thought she might decline at the last second, but instead, she leaned back into me, making it easier for me to hold her. Alicia truly had come here tonight to offer herself.
"You... do you prefer grabbing from behind? Like that night, and now." "Why, do you hate it?" "Of course... I don't. Please, treat me however you wish..."
I buried my face in her neck, savoring the scent of her silky skin and the silver hair that brushed against my face. Her scent was unique—addictive, even.
"Where did you learn such lewd words? A Princess of the Empire, no less." "I-it's a secret... Haaa-at... ♡"
I wanted to release my desires immediately, but I couldn't be purely reckless. Her body was fragile; if I was too rough, I would break her. Since she was to be mine, I had to be somewhat careful. I had no intention of treating Alicia as a fleeting one-night stand. Slowly, I had to make her grow accustomed to me.
"Phew... your whole body is excessively soft. Do you not exercise at all?" "Hut...! I manage myself quite well, you know? It's just that your body is too hard. St-stop licking my neck. Kya-hat! It tickles...!"
As I enjoyed her warmth, her hands began to fumble with the buttons of my shirt. When I loosened my grip, her fine white fingers undid them and struggled to peel the shirt off. The size difference made the task look rather comical.
"Cute." "Ugh... at this rate, everything I learned is useless..." "I wonder who taught you. They seem like a terrible teacher."
After a long struggle, the shirt finally came off.
"H-how... how are you even alive?" "I wonder."
Alicia's soft hands traced the scars covering my torso. As she ran her fingers over a long sword-wound on my chest, it felt as if the lingering ache of old battles was melting away. Were women always this lovely? Or was it just because it was Alicia in my arms? I suspected the latter.
—Squeeze!
I cupped her breast. It was unbelievably soft and warm, like the world's most delicate pudding dancing in my palm. There was a sacred vitality to them.
"Hya-at! Hak! I-I like it...!"
I was kneading them quite firmly, which should have been painful, but she only let out gasps of pleasure. It was strange. None of the women I'd known briefly liked having their breasts handled so roughly; they usually complained of pain. Alicia was different. Perhaps because they were so large, she felt less pain?
Naturally, my fingers moved toward her stiff, pink nipples. The moment I brushed them, she reacted.
"Kya-heut! Heut... hgu-euk...!"
The reaction was so intense it was actually fun to touch her.
"Hyaaaa-at!"
As I continued to caress her, shifting angles, Alicia gave a violent shiver, turned her head, and met my gaze with moist, pleading eyes.
"B-beast... ♡" "And you walked into the beast's den on your own two feet."
The moment our eyes met, our lips crashed together.
—Slurp! Gulp, gulp...
The faint scent of the liquor we shared earlier remained. Displeased by it, I continued to explore her mouth until I could taste nothing but Alicia. At first, she just took it, but soon she began to move her tongue back and forth with curiosity.
"Mmmph! Hmmph..."
She tried to wrap her arms around my torso, but realizing the size difference made it impossible, she clung to my neck instead. It was an adorable sight. I stroked her silver hair as we tangled our tongues until they cramped.
When we finally broke the kiss, Alicia lunged into my chest, her face flushed deep red. I pulled her close, and she shifted until she was straddling my lap.
—Lick, lick...
Like a puppy, she began to lick the scars on my chest. It felt strange, but the way she seemed to be trying to comfort me wasn't unpleasant, so I let her do as she pleased. Soon, she pressed her crotch against my rigid groin.
"Hat, haa... Wolfgang von Schwarz... my only Master..." "Master? So I'm the Master... then what are you?"
—Press!
Finding her behavior both insolent and incredibly stimulating, I bucked my hips slightly, stimulating her through the thin fabric.
"Hah-eut, hgu-ee-eut... ♡" "Answer me." "A bitch... the Princess of the Empire, Alicia von Diana Solaris, is Master's bitch in heat!"
As expected, she was a pervert. A severe one. When she mentioned "Master" in her letters, I thought it was a prank, but to say such crazy things right before we joined...
Normally, I would have been repulsed, but not now. Seeing the most noble woman in the world degrade herself to the lowest position while drenched in pleasure gave me an indescribable, decadent thrill. This was a side of her only I would see. I liked it.
"You perverted girl." "Hit! Heeeee-it!"
As I whispered a low, growling insult into her ear, Alicia's body shook violently with a moan of ecstasy. Because our lower halves were pressed together, the moisture she released soaked right into my trousers.
Right. This is what she likes.
I had suspected her tastes ran this way. Initially, I was hesitant, but experiencing it like this, it wasn't so bad. It stirred something primal. There was no reason I couldn't play along. This was an impulsive decision made by my loins rather than my head, and I might regret it later, but in this moment, I didn't care.
Roleplay. Yes, let's treat it as the roleplay she loves.
"You've just gone and soaked my trousers, haven't you?"
I acted as rudely and shamelessly as a common thug. Instead of being offended, Alicia looked even more dazed and enamored. Such an easy woman to read.
"Wh-what should I do... ♡" "What do you mean, 'what should I do'? Take off these dirty trousers with your own hands. Or did you expect me to do it for you?"
Alicia slid off my lap and crawled on all fours like a dog. She fumbled with my waist for a long time. It seemed she didn't even know how to undress a man, but I let her figure it out.
The result:
—Slap!
"Kya-ak?!" "Stupid girl. Can't even take off a pair of pants properly?"
As the trousers and underwear came off together, my member, finally freed from its cage, slapped lightly against the cheek she had pressed near my groin.
"Wh-what is this..."
My erect shaft cast a long, scabbard-shaped shadow across her face in the dim light. The sight of the Imperial Princess staring blankly at a man's parts... I truly liked it.