The Princess, who had lifted me from the murky water, pressed her body against me. A hot rod began to cleave my lower half, pressing heavily against my lower abdomen. An illusion, as if I could hear a squelching sound from within.
After rubbing the rod against my lower abdomen for a moment, the Princess spoke in a surprised voice. Her fingers probed my lower abdomen hesitantly.
"To think it goes in this far... Into this small body... How curious."
My body flinched and trembled under her gaze, her face flushed as she stared at my lower abdomen. Meanwhile, the Princess's fingers gently grasped my chest. The warmth of her fingers, sinking in softly with each press, branded my flesh as if searing it.
So much so that a hot breath escaped on its own.
"Huh..."
"...I heard one should loosen the body before doing it."
At my voice, the Princess spoke as if making an excuse. Yet her fingers continued to knead my chest.
How much must she be suffering to do this. For the Princess, who was enduring even amidst that... I decided to sacrifice this one body. No, not sacrifice, it's... it's only natural. It's an unavoidable thing.
"I-It's fine. Y-You can do as you please."
"..."
The Princess silently grasped my chest. Milk beaded up drop by drop from the pressured nipples. The Princess, taking the red, swollen, hardened nub into her mouth, began to suckle carefully. Along with the slurping sounds came slight pain and a subtle pleasure.
As my waist trembled, the other hand that remained wrapped around and held my waist. The rod, having slid downward, rubbed against my pelvis. After a while of kneading my chest and drinking the milk, the Princess's mouth detached. It seemed tooth marks were left from the chewing. She licked it as if feeling sorry, which felt strangely ticklish.
"...A curious taste."
"...Is that so."
"Perhaps... it would be better to keep it like this..."
Muttering after detaching her mouth, the Princess began to fidget with my body again. The hand that had been kneading my chest descended past my solar plexus and circled my lower abdomen. With the feeling of my insides tightening... somehow it felt frustrating...
No, what am I thinking.
While I was flustered, the Princess, adding strength to the hand supporting my waist, brought her face gradually closer to mine. At a distance where her rough, hot breath tickled my nose, a whisper came.
"Your body... there's not a single place that isn't soft. Not only soft... but also squishy like a newborn baby."
"Uh, th-thank... you?"
Gasping for breath, I pondered the Princess's words, but my feelings were strange. Should I take it as a compliment, or as an insult? My hot head was confused, but my mouth dutifully moved to express gratitude.
...Even if I took it as an insult, I couldn't have said anything harsh anyway.
At my answer, the Princess chuckled 'puhuhu' and overlapped her lips with mine. A hot breath with a sweet milk scent entered my easily opened mouth. As much as she inhaled, she exhaled, and a hot, soft tongue intertwined. The sound of the murky water masked the vulgar sound of mixing tongues, but to me, stuck close, it was starkly audible.
The hardened rod stabbed my belly as if pushing me. Kissing, I was pushed back little by little until smooth tiles touched my back.
With a 'puhah' sound, the Princess, who had detached her lips... had a face that could no longer endure. Huffing and puffing, she grabbed my thighs and spread them apart. Naturally, my body slid downward. My buttocks rested on the lukewarm bathtub edge.
"...It should be fine now, right?"
The fully enraged rod twitched before my eyes, spurting transparent juice. Swallowing my saliva and nodding slightly, the Princess smiled satisfactorily and grabbed the rod. Flinching at that stimulation, she began to aim for my cleft, positioned between my spread thighs.
...Actually, the preparation down there had been completed long ago, but the thought of informing her... no, so I stayed quiet.
Anyway.
The rod, which seemed like it would immediately pry open the cleft and push in with a squelch, went slip! and passed by the cleft. I instinctively covered my mouth to stifle a sigh that was about to escape.
"Hmm... Harder than I thought..."
...Since the Princess was troubled, there was no choice. Removing one hand covering my mouth, I grabbed the meat rod and moved it. My hand trembled at the hot, pulsing throb. Carefully moving it, I fitted it into the cleft. With a tzegek sound, I felt the cleft opening. I blocked the leaking moan with my finger.
"Euk..."
As the blunt tip disappeared from view, the Princess let out a pleasant moan. On her dignified, cultured face, only seething lust was now felt. Whether it was the grown rod making her that way, or if she was originally like that, I do not know. Only the raw feeling that she wanted to violate me. That she desired me.
My feelings were strange. I was confused. There shouldn't be a single element making me feel this way now, so why am I─
"Hahk!?"
The thoughts floating in my head shattered and fell. My mind turned blank white. My body trembled from the fullness of my lower abdomen being completely filled. The Princess, having pushed it in to the very root, overlapped her body on top of me, and a sticky, sweet scent of flesh whooshed over me. The Princess, bowing her head, bit my ear and whispered.
"Huaa... So this... is the feeling. Yes... I can see why the young ladies fall deeply... or perhaps... is it because it's you?"
Words that felt sweet were whispered into my chaotic mind. A touch was felt on my slightly protruding lower abdomen. It was a meticulous touch, as if handling glasswork.
"I can feel that it's gone in this far... I can't believe... it's all inside... this small body..."
Then she slowly began to pull her waist back. The rod, catching tick tick and scraping my insides tze-tze-tzuk, began to emerge. It looked soaked with sticky fluid. And then slowly entered again. Whether it was consideration or unfamiliarity with this first-time stimulation, I don't know. That slow, deliberate stroke slowly stirred my insides.
With the sensation of the slowly pushing rod touching somewhere, my body trembled and my insides tightened. Clenching my teeth, I groped for something to hold onto, but all I found was the slippery bathtub.
The Princess's hand grabbed my hand, flailing in many meanings, and began to wrap it around her own neck. Startled, I tried to pull my hand away, but she shook her head.
"Hold on as much as you like. I don't mind... rather than that..."
Finally, the Princess, with my arm wrapped around her neck like a lover, whispered in a clinging state.
"I'd like you to let me hear your voice without holding back."
Then she grabbed my back and moved her waist. Unlike the leisurely movement before, it was a rough motion. The rod, tzegegek pulling out from the cleft, struck a deep place with a tzejeok sound, and an unstifled moan burst out. With both the hand to block it and my support sealed, I helplessly let out a lewd voice.
There was no choice. It was the Princess's command.
"Ahuk! Haa... Aeu... euk!"
The Princess, holding me, now pistoned without restraint. As if her reason had snapped, she slammed her waist with full force. In contrast, my small body, tightly clinging to the Princess's neck, could only be swung and moan as the Princess's club wielded.
"Haa... Haang... Huk!"
Each time the rod, scraping my inner flesh, thrust into a deep place, stars burst before my eyes. When it scraped on the way out, my breath caught. When it pressed a sensitive spot again on the way in, my body trembled as if struck by lightning. Without a moment's rest, it reached deep places, leaving no room for sentiment.
"Y-Your Highness, p-please, j-just a mome... Hahk! R-rest, a, auang, reest p-please..."
Unlike times exposed to essence and chasing only pleasure, the remaining fragments of reason signaled danger. So I pleaded with the Princess, but what returned was an even more intense movement of her waist. The gentle, soft Princess who had welcomed me was no longer there.
What swayed its waist before me was merely... a male beast eroded by the pleasure the rod gave.
I was pressed so tightly it felt like marks would be left on my back. Soft breasts violently crushed my body. Yet, I couldn't release the arm wrapped around the Princess's neck.
Like a tube attached to a child's body learning to swim for the first time, I clung tightly.
Murky water splashed all around. Milk leaked from the crushed breasts, flowing stickily down the Princess's and my bodies, rubbing together. Dung, dung, my stomach rumbled.
"Som, something... is trying to come out..."
"A, eu... ang..."
Having no strength to answer, I let out words that didn't form sentences, and somehow she understood, pushing the rod into the deepest place and trembling her waist.
A throbbing, ulkeok ulkeok, dugeun dugeun pulse was felt from the cleft and inner flesh. It immediately struck my deep place. I felt the hotly heated essence filling me inside. Along with the feeling of the emptiness I'd felt since last night being satisfied.
I reached climax.
"Ahhit...♡"
The rod, which would usually disappear immediately after ejaculating, remained for a moment, as if telling me not to spill a single drop of the Imperial Clan's seed, blocking the entrance. Not long after, the rod disappeared, and that space was filled with hot essence. Soon after, it ulkeok ulkeok poured out from my cleft.
"Huh... Huh... Huh-eh..."
The essence, spurting out as if urinating, fell thud, thud into the bathwater mixed with milk and water.
Unlike me, still panting, the Princess seemed to have entered a sage time, as her flusteredness was felt.
"...Are you alright."
"I-I'm f-fine..."
"Kkeuung... It seems we'll have to wash again."
"Yes-heh..."
It was a little later that my spinning head cooled and I awkwardly faced the Princess.
Author's Note (Author's Afterword)
She didn't say things like, "Receive the Imperial Clan's seed without leaving a single drop and bear my child! My! My child!"
Suddenly, I felt like writing an IF side story.
An IF side story where Cecil, born not pure and immediately undergoing Male Awakening, gets violated left and right and then turns the tables. Or where he gets impregnated by Claudia and goes down to the Beastfolk Village to stroke his belly... Or Asha, whose ears and tail don't disappear due to unknown side effects and who occasionally gets eroded by that instinct and ends up wearing a collar... Or Asha, who, addicted to the pleasure of laying eggs, lays eggs every day... Or Asha, who licks up Veronica's drug syringes under the lab desk...
That would probably be too hard, right?
Sigh... I'll just have to imagine it.