Indeed. This was it. Not a posture for a man and woman to share affection, but a position for a male to plant his seeds deep within the female.
"Kya-haaa-ng...!"
As I finally thrust all the way to the root, a profound sense of fulfillment surged from the base of my member—the same part that had been shivering in the cold while facing the warm sanctuary it was denied until now. I had served Alicia's pleasure with all my might; now it was her turn to serve me.
—Squish, squish!
Violent, beast-like moans erupted every time I bucked my hips, savoring the sensation of her winding interior wrapping around the massive shaft.
"He-ek...! A-gut... kki-hik...!"
It was a brutal back-and-forth motion, pursued solely for a male's ecstasy. Alicia's demure face was now completely drenched in the colors of lust, and her secret place, which squeezed my member tight, wept a never-ending stream of nectar. Despite the roughness of the act—devoid of even a shred of consideration—her exquisite body gallantly accepted the full weight of my desire.
"A-he-et... A-heee-ik...! Master... Mas-ter-ee-ik... ♡"
Every time Alicia wailed beneath me, a boiling sense of satisfaction rose from deep within my chest, paired with an uncontrollable pleasure in my loins.
"Alicia, Alicia...!"
As the beastly act continued, I found myself howling her name like a creature of instinct.
"Hi-ya-at?!"
Driven by primal urge, I bucked my hips with the intent to pierce through her entirely. Suddenly, I felt the tip of my glans collide forcefully with something. It was the womb—the most sacred organ, the symbol of a woman's motherhood. The very entrance to the place meant to conceive and nurture life was being invaded by my lust. The sheer excitement of that fact made me feel like I was losing my mind.
—Pang, pang, pang!
"Kki-hik...! The baby-room... the baby-room is going to break...! But... it feels too gooo-od...! Ah-heut... ♡"
As I continued to pound into her with crushing force, any lingering trace of the elegant Imperial Princess vanished. She was reborn as a lewd bitch, scratching at my back like a crazed kitten. Those tiny, desperate struggles wouldn't leave a scratch on my toughened skin, but if I let her continue, she would only hurt herself. I pinned her hands down, rendering her immobile.
—Slurp, chuh...
I savored her soft tongue as it darted out lewdly, as if disappointed by the restraint.
"He-ek... hek... ♡"
Then, her greedy interior suddenly began to contract and relax with a frantic rhythm. It was a hopelessly perverted body, moving as if to wring every last drop of essence from a man. As she tightened around me, a white-hot pleasure and an irrepressible urge to release washed over me.
"Kh...!"
My face contorted, and a rough groan escaped my lips.
—Grip!
Alicia, watching me with eyes full of carnal love, lowered her legs from the air and wrapped them around my waist like a serpent.
"Ha... Master... Please pour Master's seeds into your lewd bitch's baby-room...! Today is a safe day...!"
Her actions and her whispered words were so scandalous that I could listen no longer. I silenced those insolent lips with my own.
Joined together top and bottom, our bodies perfectly overlapped until the pleasure turned into an electric sting. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled her soft frame against me as if I might break her and pressed my groin hard against her lower belly.
"K-huuu-ut...!"
My throbbing member bucked several times, violently vomiting the thick essence I had stored for so long deep into the woman's interior.
"At...! Ah-aaaa... ♡"
—Throb, throb!
An overwhelming wave of pleasure, unlike anything I had ever felt, dyed my vision white. It was difficult to even regain my senses.
"Ha-uuuu..."
I gently embraced the soft body pressed against mine, savoring the afterglow. In this moment, everything about her felt exceptionally beautiful. After a long while, I withdrew from her secret place as she stared blankly at the ceiling with a dazed expression.
—Schlip...
A large gap remained where the guest her fragile body struggled to host had just departed. From her swollen, crimson-flushed entrance, a murky mixture of maiden's blood and white fluid pulsed and leaked out. At that pathetic yet erotic sight, I gently stroked the silver hair of the trembling woman, who couldn't even close her splayed legs.
With this, the Imperial Princess, Alicia von Diana Solaris, was mine.
"Ha... ha..."
I grabbed her hand and channeled some energy into her exhausted frame; only then did her erratic breathing stabilize. As my reason slowly returned after satisfying my lust, various thoughts began to surface. I covered her with a blanket so she wouldn't catch a cold and prepared to call a servant to change the soiled linens. But just as I stood up—
"He-e... Master... Master... ♡"
—Lick, lick...
Alicia managed to push herself up on all fours and began to lewdly lick the traces of our union from my member.
—Throb!
The reason that had been returning flew far away, and the desire that had been settling began to boil once more.
"You... you scandalous bitch."
—Smack!
"Kya-ha-ang ♡"
Indeed, the night was still young. I willingly doted on Alicia—who kept coming back to me like an animal that had lost the power of speech—again and again.
After a hot fire burns, only cold ashes remain. I have never resented my body more—the body that wakes up at dawn regardless of what happened the night before.
"Zzz..."
Opening my eyes, I saw the Princess clinging to my side, sleeping with the face of an angel.
"Dammit."
My mind, working too efficiently today, provided a vivid recap of last night's events: the bedding so soiled and torn it was unusable; the Princess's white skin covered in red marks like she had a fever.
"Ehehe... Master, Mas-ter..."
The embarrassing words leaking from her lips even in her dreams reminded me exactly of what I had done.
"No matter how excited I was, to treat the Princess like a vessel for lust..."
I tried to get up, but she was stuck to my arm like a cicada.
—Twitch!
I had to restrain my wicked hand from instinctively swatting her enticing buttocks. Her behind was already stained bright red with numerous handprints; one more wouldn't make a difference, but I couldn't commit such a discourtesy while sober.
—Shake, shake
"Princess, wake up. Princess..."
My left arm was numb from her clinging so tightly. When I shook it gently, she woke up, rubbing her eyes like a child. Looking at that innocent sight, a sharp guilt pierced my heart. Yet, a strange fulfillment—the feeling of having dyed a white canvas with my own color—lingered as well.
"Uuu, Head Maid... it's still time to sleep... why are you... HYA-AAA-AT?!" "...Are you awake?"
She was terrified to see a grim-faced, naked man instead of the Head Maid, but—
"Ufufu..."
Once she recognized me, she blushed deeply and let out a meaningful smile. The sight made my lower half stir again. Had it not been for her embarrassing morning greeting, I might have lost my mind and pounced on her once more.
"Good morning, Mast—"
I had to clamp my hand over her mouth in sheer shame.
"Mmph...!" "I-I fear that scandalous title will stick to your tongue. Please call me by my proper title when we are both sane."
—Nod, nod
She pouted and swatted my arm with her dainty hands.
"Hmph! A man who explored every corner of my body and took a fainted woman by force like a beast has no right to be shy now." "I recall the Princess was the one demanding we continue more than five times, but perhaps my memory is—" "Pe-pervert! Th-there's no way that happened!"
I tried to explain, but under her blushing glare, I had to shut my mouth.
"You know what you've done, right? There's no turning back now." "I am sorry." "No... why are you bowing your head all of a sudden? Look at me this instant!"
I had no excuses. I had defiled the Princess's purity and taken her like an animal. We weren't even officially engaged; skipping so many steps was a serious crime.
"Hmph! I shall personally deliver a severe punishment to the great sinner who dared to violate the Princess. Look up." "Yes. I will accept anything."
I obeyed her command with a heavy heart. Then...
—Suck, slurp!
"Muu... why is your body so hard? This won't even leave a mark." "Wh-what are you doing?" "Can't you tell? I'm branding the sinner! But why is your skin fine even when I bite it!"
She was trying to leave marks on my right pectoral, one of the few clean spots on my scarred torso. But marks don't easily stay on a body that can deflect blades. I had to consciously relax that area before a red mark finally appeared.
"There! Done! Look at this and reflect on your sins. Understood?" "Yes, I understand." "Hmm, I'm not satisfied yet... lower your head."
She proceeded to leave hickeys and bite marks on my neck and collarbone until she was finally content. To think this was a "punishment." I was confused, but if she said so, it was so.
"Hehe... that's enough. And you have to go to work, right? My house is on the way to the Black Lion Knight headquarters, so let's go out together." "What? In that state?"
I didn't mind going together, but she was currently naked, her "scraps of cloth" from last night torn to pieces. Where did she think she was going? As I tilted my head in confusion—
—Snap!
She flicked her fingers, and she instantly transformed back into the plain blonde woman I met last night. An illusion. I hadn't heard the Princess was a mage. How?
"Get ready! Are you going to keep me waiting?" "Is... is that magic?" "Can't you tell? Get dressed before I dress you myself. Oh! I should clean you first."
—Snap!
She flicked her fingers again, and all the fluids and traces of our night vanished instantly. My common sense was shattering.
"Wait, what did you just do? I didn't know you were a mage. Have you been hiding this?" "No, I learned it a few days ago. I just read a book and followed along. Hallucination, Clean... they were very easy."
If one could become a mage just by reading and following along, every literate citizen in the Empire would be an Archmage. And I thought magic required chanting; did it really work with just a snap? Regardless, I just quietly got dressed.
"Now! Let's go!"
I walked out of the house arm-in-arm with the disguised Princess. My old butler already had the carriage waiting for my commute. Unlike his usual self, he wore a warm, satisfied smile that felt incredibly foreign.
"Have a safe trip, Master. And to you, Miss." "Thank you, old man."
She greeted the butler so naturally. When had they become so well-acquainted?
"Stop near the Palace of Radiance today." "Yes, Master."
Feeling as if my entire life had been unraveled without my knowledge, I began my commute with the Princess. With her leaning against me, the ride felt different.
"Well, I'll head in now. You can call me 'Lisha' when I look like this. Got it?" "I understand, Lisha." "Why is a Knight Commander using honorifics for a mere maid!" "...Fine. Get going."
—Smooch!
"See you soon! My favorite Master!"
Before leaving, she gave me a cute kiss on the cheek and hopped out of the carriage.
"Haha..."
I touched my cheek, recalling the soft sensation, and watched her back as she blended in with the crowd of maids. Perhaps due to the "aftereffects" of last night, her gait was noticeably wobbly. Seeing her stagger—a metaphor for how far our relationship had gone—I felt a renewed sense of responsibility. I must work harder from now on.
"Phew..."
The empty seat beside me felt cold. The rest of the trip passed in a flash. Soon, the carriage arrived at the Knight Headquarters, and I exchanged salutes with the knights on duty.
"Salute! Good morning, Commander!" "Right, good morning."
However, unlike usual, two ominous carriages were parked in front of the guardhouse. One was a dry, pitch-black cargo carriage; the other, a lavish white two-horse carriage. A bad feeling washed over me. As I got closer and saw the occupants, I swallowed a groan.
"Why on earth..."
The Imperial Counter-Intelligence Department and the Holy Church's Inquisition.
Why did these headache-inducing people show up together on the same day? What kind of favor are they going to ask for this time?