“Nnngh, hnnnngh...!!”
‘It’s… it’s filling me up… something so hot…!’
Setting aside why the words "I’m still not done" nearly escaped her lips at the exact moment of the creampie—
Leifelt could feel the cock rampaging inside her like a bucking bronco, her pussy meat instinctively clamping down to milk the intruder, and the scorching semen spraying forcefully against her cervix. With her hands resting on her lower belly, which was currently being flooded with his seed, she spoke with trembling, bewildered eyes.
“I… I might get pregnant! Taking so much hot semen inside… if you fill me with such thick, potent seed, I might actually conceive…!!”
‘Doing this as if I’m nothing but a tool… releasing his desire just like urinating in a toilet when nature calls, without a single care for the consequences?!’
She already knew what kind of "service" she was expected to provide.
However, now that she had literally been reduced to the status of a semen trash can, the reality of her situation hit her viscerally. Leifelt glared at Shin Seon-dong, who was still fast asleep, snoring softly without a care in the world.
“Even if you didn’t know it was me, this makes it painfully clear how you’ve treated the women you’ve corrupted until now…!”
Of course, no answer came from Shin Seon-dong.
In fact, having emptied his balls so refreshingly seemed to have deepened his slumber. A content smile hung on his lips, mumbling like a happy child.
Seeing this, Leifelt felt an even stronger compulsion to take every last drop of this semen into her body.
“He will try to do the exact same thing to Ariel. He won't care in the slightest about whether she gets pregnant or not; he’ll just dump his lust into her and try to defile Ariel, defile the bloodline of Isis.”
Even at this very moment, the Great Sage Glacia was likely doing everything in her power to find the missing mother and daughter.
Leifelt didn’t care what happened to herself, but as a Queen and a mother, she desperately hoped that Ariel—the heir to the throne—would escape this place safely. With that resolve, Leifelt slowly placed her hands over Shin Seon-dong’s stomach.
“I may not be able to stop him from violating Ariel, but if I drain his energy beforehand…”
Reasoning that she also needed to clean up the mess, Leifelt slowly began to lift her hips to uncork the ugly phallus currently buried deep within her flesh.
Squelch—
“The semen…!”
With every inch she lifted her heavy hips, she felt the thick fluid slipping and sliding between their connected parts.
Leifelt looked down at her own groin, where her pubic hair was completely matted and tangled with sticky white cum. Finally, with a wet schlock sound, her body separated from him. She stared alternately at the gaping hole left in her body—which remained open and twitching—and the cock that still stood proudly erect.
“Ugh…”
‘I… on top of this… on top of this man…!’
A low groan, filled with deep anguish, leaked from Leifelt’s lips.
She was riding the enemy she should be plotting against, shaking her hips of her own volition, and even accepting his seed deep into her womb. Was the shame simply too much to bear?
Was she frustrated and humiliated by the image of herself, a noble woman, mounting a man and gyrating her waist, begging for his essence, wishing she could just slice off this cock that had violated (?) her?
No. It was neither.
‘It feels… regrettable.’
What Leifelt was feeling right now, shockingly enough, was disappointment.
It was a lingering regret that she hadn’t managed to extract more of his semen.
‘Is once enough because he’s asleep? I can still take more… If it’s for Ariel, I can take as much as he has to give.’
Lacking stimulation, the cock began to slowly lose its rigidity, like a snake retreating deep into its burrow after finishing its task.
“…”
Drip, splurt—
Leifelt turned her gaze to the thick, sticky semen oozing from her messy, cream-pie’d vulva and down her thighs from the crack of her pussy, which hadn't yet closed.
The consistency was thick, reminiscent of heavy whipped cream. The amount flowing out right now was enough to fill a paper cup to the brim.
“If this much came out, surely there’s more inside…”
Having experienced his stamina firsthand in the chapel, she knew that this single release was a bit ambiguous to claim she had "drained him dry." But considering the disgrace and humiliation she had endured through the act just now…
One might think, 'I’ve done enough,' but as if to prove that a mother’s worry for her child knows no bounds—
Flutter.
Leifelt let the panties she had been clutching in her hand drop to the floor.
“…Come to think of it, cleaning up comes first.”
Despite talking about cleaning up, she dropped the very underwear she should have been wearing to cover herself. It was a baffling move to any observer.
But Leifelt didn’t care. Pressing her hand against her pussy, which was still sputtering out cum from the gaping hole left by Shin Seon-dong’s cock, she crawled awkwardly up the bed on all fours.
“…”
Her top was half-stripped from the intensity of their intercourse, and transparent fluids were splattered here and there across her stomach. Yet, Leifelt’s eyes—the very person who had mentioned "cleaning up"—were fixed on only one thing.
“Haaah…”
The cock, glistening with a mix of Shin Seon-dong’s semen and her own love juices.
Leifelt stared intently at the reeking, musky phallus, her eyes hazy with heat like the shimmering air rising from a scorching desert.
She clenched and unclenched her empty hand several times, making a suspicious gesture as if shaking an invisible object. Then, she secretly swallowed a lump in her throat and spoke.
“I-I can’t wipe it off with my hands. If I use the blanket, or even my underwear… the stench is so strong that it will definitely leave evidence…”
“My cock’s cold…”
Just then, as if sensing the change in his nether regions, Shin Seon-dong whined like a child, practically commanding (?) her to service him.
Furthermore, she had already used her hand once yesterday, and just now she had mounted him to use her pussy.
She had already performed two daring acts of milking. A pink, fleshy tongue shyly poked out from between Leifelt’s lips and began to coat them in a sheen of saliva.
At a glance, one might mistake it for licking her chops in anticipation of a meal, but this was strictly a moisturizing action to prevent her lips from chafing or tearing.
“…Come to think of it, back at the chapel… Sir Eleonora called it ‘cleaning’ and clung to this… using her mouth…”
Gulp.
To reiterate, she was absolutely not smacking her lips as if looking at a rare and delicious delicacy.
This was merely a preparatory moisturizing ritual to protect her body before engaging in a cruel, filthy, and humiliating act.
“I’ve heard from somewhere that men rejoice at the act called oral sex… If I satisfy him, he won’t be suspicious. And… if I can just… extract the semen…”
That way, she could further drain Shin Seon-dong’s vile desire for Ariel. If she just put in the effort.
Just like her crotch, her mouth would be defiled and humiliated, but that smelly, dirty—yet strangely smooth and sweet—semen intended for Ariel would instead end up in her…
“Gulp.”
Finishing her moisturizing by thoroughly coating her lips with saliva one last time, Leifelt focused on clenching her pussy tight to prevent any more leakage, then hurriedly thrust her face toward Shin Seon-dong’s cock.
“…Even after shooting so much inside me, it hasn’t completely died yet.”
It had looked formidable from a distance, but seeing it up close was a spectacle.
When making Ariel, that old man who currently played the role of King—the man who had planted his seed in her—had perfect fertility rates, but the volume of semen he sprayed into her womb was negligible, and his cock would die immediately after a single use.
In contrast, the cock before her eyes, despite having just dumped a load deep into her pussy, still seemed to have lingering regrets. It expressed its sorrow by dangling a mixture of love juices and semen from the tip of the glans.
“…The best way to erase the evidence is to e-eat it and make it disappear. This is for Ariel.”
Sniff, sniff.
Leifelt brought her nose close to the cock, inhaling the vulgar stench that matched its vulgar appearance. Immediately, she carefully positioned herself under the sticky liquid stretching long from the urethra.
Sluuuuurp.
Like a cartoon character sucking up a noodle, she latched onto the rope-like strand of fluid. Leifelt slurped up the filthy cocktail dripping from his cock, making wet chupa-chupa noises as she buried her face into his groin.
‘Ariel, if it’s for you, I don’t care what happens to me…’
Smooch.
The Queen’s lips softly landed on the man’s phallus.