“This will be my second home, won’t it?”
After leaving Clanarian territory Ansandra followed a northern road to Domos
territory.
Ansandra viewed the passing scenery from
the window of a luxurious six-horse carriage and her maid Mimi asked a question
from the opposite seat.
“Um, all I see are mountains and more
mountains, so what kind of land is Domos?”
A cloud of worry entered Mimi’s adorable
and youthful face, so Ansandra responded with a smile.
The girl’s worry was unsurprising. Even in
an age of kingdoms struggling for supremacy, Clanaria had been blessed with
fertile land and high culture. Mimi had been born and raised in the capital of
Curling which was known as the City of White Walls and Flowers, so she was shocked
to see only a series of precipitous mountains and nothing else. The land of
Domos appeared unimaginably empty to her.
“Domos exists on the northernmost end of
the continent, but current Domos territory has spread quite far. Their current
king, Lorent, has conquered the Celeste and Sulbey regions as well.”
“Yes, I have heard their territory is
larger even than Clanaria’s,” energetically answered Mimi.
“But all three regions are poor lands that
are covered in ice for nearly half the year. Clanaria’s population is greater
than all three of them combined.”
Mimi shrank down as she learned even more worrying
facts. Ansandra found it so adorable she had to smile.
And that smile drew another question from
Mimi.
“Then what do the people of Domos do for a
living?”
“The people in the region have long raised
horses and flying dragons. They were eventually united to form the Domos
Kingdom. Even if they try to cultivate the icy land, they cannot grow many
crops, so life is always difficult. That is why they so readily resort to war
and taking territory from others.”
Mimi breathed a somber sigh at her master’s
hopeless words. And then another worry occurred to her.
“Um…there won’t be any bandits, will
there?”
“That you don’t need to worry about.”
This brigade was meant for Clanaria’s
Second Princess Ansandra, so 30 Clanarian knights and 30 of Ansandra’s personal
maids were accompanying them. 100 knights had also come to meet them from
Domos.
They had 130 fully-equipped knights.
Including the laborers, they had nearly 1000 people. It was unknown how many
bandits were hiding nearby, but this would be enough to dissuade them from
attacking.
“But there are bandits here, aren’t there?
The bodyguard knights were really on edge because they tend to attack around
here. Ahhh, I can’t believe I’m in a land like this.”
Mimi was truly feeling down, but her
behavior was somewhat amusing. There was always something humorous about her,
so Ansandra never grew tired of watching her.
That merchant’s daughter was the same age
as Ansandra, so they were often together.
“It is a formidable land, but it is well
worth cultivating. If Clanaria’s techniques work well, it can be remade into a
powerful kingdom.”
Ansandra gave a more optimistic appraisal
to clear away her favorite maid’s worries, but her own words sank her into the
spring of thought.
It was indeed a kingdom with great latent
possibility for development.
Domos itself was nothing but a rusty red
wasteland, but Celeste and Sulbey had not seemed so bad when they had passed
through them on the way.
Sulbey bordered Clanaria and it was a land
of conifer trees, so it would be an excellent source of wood. Their wood was
highly valued even in Clanaria. And when an area ran out of wood, it could be
cultivated to create a fairly fertile land.
Celeste was a mountainous region and not
well blessed with crops, but silver could be mined there. And a greater search
was sure to turn up more mineral resources. Finding magic metals or jewels
would be ideal, but that might be setting her hopes too high. It already produced
plenty of craftworks and most of the jewelry Domos had given her as gifts had
come from there. By protecting that land and allowing it to grow, they were
sure to produce even greater exports.
Domos could be built into as prosperous a
land as Clanaria and she doubted anyone would take offense if she asked for
technological assistance from her home kingdom. After all, that was the only
real benefit Domos received from her marriage. And after teaching them what she
could, Ansandra intended to get involved in their politics.
That was the real reason she had barely
resisted being married off to a terrible-sounding man just because she was a
woman.
Her husband did not matter. She was more
interested in doing whatever work she could.
Clanaria had nearly grown stagnant as a
kingdom and she was restricted by her position as princess, so there was little
room for her to be useful there. But in a developing kingdom like Domos, she
was sure to have a chance to show her skill as queen. She might have looked
like a doll, but she was fairly ambitious.
Loath to interrupt her master’s thoughts,
Mimi had been silently viewing the scenery, but she suddenly cried out.
“Wah! That’s a wild flying dragon. I knew
Domos produced them and horses, but there’s a whole bunch of them, like a flock
of birds.”
Several dragons flew by with the perpetual
snow glittering like diamonds on the tall peaks of the mountains in the
background.
Flying dragons were ill-tempered creatures
and they were omnivores just like humans. They would eat tree bark if need be,
but they mostly satisfied their voracious hungers with livestock and crops.
Their sharp fangs and claws would crush a cow’s skull in a single blow and they
would even eat the bones. And they would even eat humans. However, someone who
knew how to handle flying dragons would only be eaten by one if they were very
unlucky.
The wild ones primarily ate wild horses. Domos
horses were short and had thick, stumpy legs. They were the ugliest on the
continent, but the powerful legs and hips they used to run along the mountain
slopes allowed them to carry twice the burden of normal horses and their teeth
could easily bite through a human arm. If a flying dragon grew careless, it was
not unheard of for them to be killed by a kick and a bite. That made them
monsters that surpassed the standard image of an herbivore.
And the soldiers of a kingdom surrounded by
those tremendous wild animals would of course be strong. Soldiers of remote
regions were always strong, and the strength of Domos’s soldiers had long been
spoken of. But similar rumors had been told of the soldiers of the similarly
remote kingdoms of Celeste and Sulbey.
But due to their small populations, their
habit of killing each other in local conflicts, and their unattractive land, no
one had ever challenged those powerful kingdoms and they had been allowed to
exist in peace.
But then King Lorent had ascended to the
throne in Domos. He had used his powerful soldiers, flying dragons, and unruly
horses to their fullest and successfully united the three kingdoms.
“It’s been three years since he took the
throne. That conqueror took those three kingdoms for himself in no time. I
wonder what kind of man he is.”
While thinking of the brutal nature of the
kingdom and viewing the desolate scenery, Ansandra reviewed what she knew of
her soon-to-be-husband.
He was 23. He had ascended to the throne
after murdering his mediocre father. His father was officially said to have
died of illness so he could smoothly take the throne as crown prince, but given
the cruel personality and major change in kingdom policy he had demonstrated afterwards,
the murder of his father was likely true.
As king of Domos, Lorent had enriched his
kingdom by pillaging other kingdoms. He had started by conquering the mountain
kingdom of Celeste, moved on to conquer the kingdom of Sulbey at the entrance
to the central plain, and had united the three kingdoms in no time at all. He
had walked the path of a true conqueror and it had been decorated by trickery,
flames, and the screams of women and children. With the help of their excellent
leader, the people of Domos had raised up their kingdom and become a band of
robbers.
He was a lecher and was said to be fond of
women with singular talent. He was satisfied with a simple diet. He was an
expert horseback rider and swordsman and he preferred to command from the lead
on the battlefield.
His flag was black with a yellow border and
with a legendary divine wolf in the center. After conquering two kingdoms under
that flag, he had become the daring king feared as the Starving Wolf of the
North.
“Such magnificent scenery.”
In contrast to worried Mimi, Ansandra felt
some fearful awe but held mostly ambition and hope for her new life.
“Princess, that is the Domos royal capital
of Fenrir.”
Stephan, who had been charged with guiding
the group, brought his horse alongside the crystal frame Ansandra was looking
through.
“That is?”
When she saw the royal capital, she was unsure how to express herself and fell
silent.
A mountain castle was surrounded by tall
and thick walls. It lacked any elegance and looked more like a fortress than a
royal capital, but it also seemed entirely appropriate.
As they approached the castle gate, that
impression only grew. Clanaria’s royal castle in Curling had an artistic design
to the white walls surrounding it, but these walls were entirely functional. In
fact, she could see arrows sticking into them in places and there were scars of
damage from magic bullets.
When he noticed the Clanaria group looking
up at the castle walls in shock, Stephan explained.
“This damage was done during the battle
with Celeste’s army. That was a daring kingdom. They besieged the castle for
three months and made attacks day after day and night after night. But we holed
up inside to endure the attacks and waited until the perfect moment for a night
attack with our entire army. We achieved total victory in that single night. It
is said more than a thousand heads were taken in that battle.”
Ansandra had heard about that too. Lorent
had mounted his favorite horse and wielded a large sword as he rode out front,
swiftly cut down five enemy knights, and increased his troops’ morale.
That battle had put the attackers on the
run and the Domos army had not rested as they kept up the attack on Celeste
territory. They had used a dreadful scorched earth tactic of plundering,
fire-setting, and rape to drag down Celeste’s power as a kingdom and ultimately
destroyed them before they could recover.
Ansandra heard a loud flapping from the
opposite window frame.
“Old Stephan, is that the doll I’ve been
hearing about?”
Ansandra turned toward that flippant voice
and saw a woman gliding alongside the carriage on a black-skinned flying
dragon.
Her sand-colored eyes gave off a dangerous
light, her red ponytail blew in the powerful wind, and her brown-tanned skin gave
her a wild look.
“Flying Dragon General, she is to be our
queen. You should step down and greet her!”
The woman playfully ignored Stephan’s
scolding.
“Don’t be like that. Oh? So you’re little
Ansandra. You’ve got a pretty face, but you’re still just a kid. I’m Naja. Nice
to meet you.”
“…”
Mimi had immediately hid on the carriage’s
floor with her hands over her head.
She had no intent whatsoever of protecting
her master. Of course, if Mimi could stop something, it would not be a threat
in first place. This just showed she knew her place, but it allowed Ansandra
and Naja to silently stare at each other.
Ansandra was shocked to get such a close-up
view of a flying dragon with its brutal-looking face and its ferocious fangs
and claws, but she was simply stunned by Naja’s clothing.
She only wore two skin-tight pieces of
leather that left her bodylines exposed. The top resembled a vest that left her
cleavage entirely visible and the bottom was only a loincloth-like pair of
panties that left her hipbones and butt cheeks bare.
Ansandra had been raised and educated as a
lady, so she could not imagine appearing in public dressed like that.
And even if it was midsummer, dressing like
that in chilly Domos was insane.
(Virginia’s clothing was often criticized
by the courtiers, but this makes hers look obedient in comparison.)
Naja’s outfit had dumbfounded the proper
princess, but she had a reason for wearing that.
Even for a flying dragon, a human was a
large burden to bear. If heavy armor was added to that, they would only be able
to fly very short distances. And when a great beast with a wingspan of more
than ten meters flew in the open sky, there was a great risk of being hit by
arrows. If they flew slowly along at low altitudes, they would be turned into a
pincushion. By keeping as light as possible, they could fly farther and more
nimbly, which was useful in combat. The cold could be dealt with by wearing a
magic jewel with heating magic sealed inside.
“Well, until we meet again, princess.”
Naja gave a sarcastic smile as she kicked
the dragon’s belly and pulled on the reins.
It flapped up into the sky to regroup with
the others waiting above.
“That must have been a shock. Domos is a
remote kingdom, so our women can be somewhat rough around the edges. Please be
forgiving.”
“O-of course… But Clanarian women can be
rough around the edges too. And she appeared quite brave. I feel like I just
saw Domos’s militaristic spirit.”
Stephan spoke up in his worry that a
negative impression could get in the way of the political marriage, but
Ansandra kindly answered and added “like Lucy” in her heart.
“Thank you for making this long journey.”
It was not King Lorent who awaited Ansandra
at the royal palace’s entrance. Instead, it was a woman in her thirties whose chestnut
hair was worn up tightly enough for the comb lines to remain and who wore dull
silver and bluish-green court clothes so impeccably she seemed to be using her
entire body to show off how capable she was.
“My name is Dominic. I was asked to take
care of you, princess. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
“So you are Dominic. I have heard about
you. No one is closer to King Lorent and you are very talented in both political
and military matters. I am Ansandra. It is a pleasure to meet you as well.”
Even if it was a political marriage…no,
because it was a political marriage, they both had to uphold their kingdom’s
honor. A stir ran through Ansandra’s followers because it seemed rude to not be
met by the king when his bride had made such a long journey, but Ansandra
herself kept the dissatisfaction from her face and smiled at the king’s
favorite retainer.
Dominic had the look of a government
official and there was nothing particularly charming about her face, but she
was definitely beautiful. While she was skinny, her breasts were ample enough
to be noticeable through her plain clothing. In fact, Ansandra was somewhat
worried that the perfect straightness of her back would cause the chest of the
clothes to tear.
Ansandra was confident in her face and
figure, but her breasts were average for her age.
She knew they were bound to grow in the
future, but she still felt inferior in front of someone with truly gigantic
breasts. And knowing how lustful her future husband Lorent was said to be, she
could be almost certain that this aide was also one of his mistresses.
“Now, allow me to guide you to your room. I
am sure you are exhausted after your journey, so you can meet His Majesty tomorrow.
Please relax and enjoy yourself tonight.”
Ansandra thought she saw a cold and almost
mocking smile in Dominic’s hollow cheeks and emerald eyes, but she told herself
she was just being self-conscious.
Dominic had apparently prepared them a
feast, so Ansandra, her maids, and her knights attended.
Dominic was there to meet them and her thin
and less-than-charming lips rose in a smile as she spoke less formally than
before.
“We have to make sure the princess can bear
a healthy child, so I have prepared a dinner full of vitality.”
Ansandra politely and embarrassedly blushed
at that suggestive statement, but she was dumbfounded when she saw the food.
The table was crammed full of shocking dishes:
raw horse meat dripping with blood and flavored with various herbs and
mushrooms, a toxically red soup of flying dragon testicles, steamed flying
dragon eggs that had been near hatching, baby flying dragons roasted whole,
sausages made from stuffing flying dragon intestine with horse meat, flying
dragon ovaries cooked in salt, horse milk wine, dragon blood wine, etc.
“I don’t know if it will be to your liking,
but this is Domos’s local cuisine. Please, try it.”
Ansandra did not see herself as a picky
eater, but she was hesitant to consume this repulsive food.
But it would have been rude not to, so she
reluctantly brought it to her mouth.
The flavor was not bad, but it was all very
strongly flavored. And the tough meat wore out her jaw, so she expected to have
a stomachache the next morning.
It was only later that Ansandra realized
this was Dominic’s indirect way of harassing her.
The exhaustion from her long trip demanded
she sleep, so she decided to wait until the following day to sort out her
thoughts. She soaked in her room’s bath with some help from her maids and she fell
fast asleep as soon as she climbed under the pure white sheets.
The next day, Ansandra woke to the chirping
of birds.
Her young body was fully recovered from her
exhaustion and she did not have a stomachache as she had feared.
When the princess got up, she was offered
an aromatic tea that was not too hot to burn her tongue. The tea contained
spices from the tropical kingdom of Oneill. It was a clear greenish brown, had a
nice sweet aroma, and provided the perfect hint of bitterness.
“Mmm, delicious♪”
Ansandra wore a luxurious negligee and she
looked elegant even straight out of bed.
“Princess, the bath is ready.”
The trusted maids who had accompanied her
from Clanaria removed her bedclothes and she soaked in a bathtub of nicely warm
water. A sweet and sour smelling herb from her home kingdom had been dissolved
in the bath.
Up to this point, her morning was no
different than in the Clanarian royal palace. But…
“Sigh. So this beautiful skin will finally
belong to a gentleman.”
When Mimi spoke emotionally while washing
Ansandra’s back, the other maids snapped back at her.
“We don’t know that for sure yet.”
“That’s right. If the king here is a bad
match for the princess, we shall return to the kingdom at once. The princess’s
beautiful silky skin does not exist for some ugly man.”
The maids spoke excitedly as they washed
Ansandra’s white skin.
After receiving the maids’ words of praise
and having the filth thoroughly scrubbed from her body, she left the tub. Her
jewel-like skin was arm and dyed an aromatic pink.
“Princess, allow me to comb your hair.”
“Princess, allow me to do your nails.”
Ansandra’s preparations were not complete
with just the morning bath. The maids noisily but swiftly surrounded her and
polished her.
Their master was finally to meet her
destined partner, so of course they were working extra hard.
As the maids served her, Ansandra grew
nervous. She was going to meet the leader of the savages. She seriously doubted
it, but she worried he would be a brainless man made of pure muscle who had not
bathed for days and who had yellow teeth.
She shuddered as she imagined the world’s
worst savage man.
She had not been expecting much from her
husband, but it was only human to hope for someone who met the bare minimum of
respectability.
Her father had told her she could return if
she did not like him, but she knew that was not really an option. She grimly
told herself this was her duty as a royal.
After she ate a light breakfast prepared by
her maids, the maids began decorating her.
The dark red dress they put on her was of
the latest design from her home kingdom. She was a bit embarrassed that it left
her shoulders and back bare, but it was a lovely garment that somewhat mixed
intelligence and purity and it casually used a lot of jewels and gold or silver
thread. Clanaria’s king must have wanted to provide the greatest luxury if he
was sending his daughter off to be wed.
Ansandra thanked her father and Dominic
appeared precisely at the promised time. The woman was impeccably dressed and
she led Ansandra away after they exchanged a hollow and perfunctory greeting.
“I will show you to His Majesty. Oh, please
have your maids wait here.”
The maids voiced their protest out of
concern for their master, but Ansandra stopped them.
“That is fine. I will be back soon, so you
all wait here.”
If she was to marry into the Domos royal
family, it only made sense to obey their customs.
Dominic gave an almost hatefully polite bow
to the loyal maids who were worried despite their master’s determination.
“This is merely an informal greeting and
not an official ceremony, so please relax and wait here. Now, princess, please
come with me.”
Ansandra did not know her way around the
royal palace, so she followed Dominic. They walked down a plain stone hallway,
passed by a few rooms, and finally walked through a thick door.
They were inside the dining hall where the
previous night’s dinner had been held. A table large enough for around 100
people was covered with a white tablecloth and three silver candlesticks were
placed on top at even intervals.
Dominic came to a stop there.
“…?”
Ansandra was confused why they would be in the dining hall, but she waited in
silence. Dominic suddenly turned around with a menacing look in her eyes.
“What? Is there something on my face?”
Ansandra flinched as the woman’s face drew
close and stared at her with deep green eyes that contained a dull light.
“I doubt you will like this, but I must
perform a search before you may meet His Majesty.”
She was still being polite, but a cruel
smile was plastered on her clever face.
“What…?”
Ansandra could not figure out what this
woman was saying.
It was hard to tell what a lot of important
retainers were thinking. For example, Clanaria’s Prime Minister Stuart was
always wrinkling his brow in a look of displeasure. King Baldwin was the
opposite because he was always smiling and saying nice things, but he was also
willing to use his own daughter as a political tool.
“His Majesty has many enemies, so there are
many women who attempt to sneak a blade in when they meet him.”
“Um~, what are you telling me to do…?”
Ansandra was hesitant because she could not figure out what this woman was
asking, but then Dominic’s tone of voice completely changed.
“Hurry it up, you whore!”
That change from overly polite to insulting
left Ansandra feeling angry.
“Oh, dear. Did I hurt your feelings? Does
the poor little girl who was sold by her father and her kingdom think she has
any right to an opinion?”
Dominic maintained her cruel smile and dug
her reddish-purple manicured nails into Ansandra’s cheeks to distort her lovely
face.
“What are you doing, Miss Dominic…?”
Ansandra could not figure out what was happening to her, so she spoke up in
protest. But Dominic’s abuse was not over yet. She then grabbed Ansandra’s
breasts through her dress.
“Such small breasts. King Lorent likes them
big. He hates young brats.”
“Kh…”
Ansandra’s face twisted in pain as her
growing breasts were mercilessly groped.
She was then pressed face-down against the
giant table. Her feet were on the floor, her upper body was on the table, and
her butt stuck out behind her.
“A woman with a grudge against a man always
hides their weapon in the same place.”
A ton of joy entered Dominic’s voice as she
pressed Ansandra’s arms against the table with her left hand and used her right
hand to pull up Ansandra’s frilly pink and dark red skirt.
This revealed the corset around her waist,
the garter belt that held up the stockings which reached partway up her thighs,
and the pure white panties in the center.
“P-please stop this…”
The young girl attempted to resist, but
Dominic held her down and pulled down her panties with a cruel twist to her
lips.
This bared a butt as soft as a
freshly-peeled hardboiled egg.
Dominic tilted her head and peered down at
the girl’s pussy.
“My, what a cute little bush. It’s only
just started growing in, hasn’t it? You really are just a kid, aren’t you? A
little kid who was brought here for strategic reasons. I wonder if he will ever
even bother touching you.”
“Wha-? You have no right to say anything!”
Even Ansandra raised her voice at this
disgrace.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Did you hear that,
princess? I was only talking to myself. I accidentally let the truth slip out.
Please forgive me.”
Ansandra was daunted by how brazenly
Dominic said such cruel things.
“My, your mons pubis is well developed. As
is your pussy itself. You have the makings of a slut.”
Ansandra gave a start at the word “slut”.
Then Dominic placed her right hand on the
girl’s crotch and used her index and middle fingers to spread the lips. She
gave the contents an ice-cold look and a derisive snort.
“Hmph.”
Ansandra’s most embarrassing place was
being viewed and mocked. Was there any greater humiliation?
Tears welled up in her eyes and she gave a
shout.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing? I
am Ansandra, Princess of Clanaria. I was officially sent here by my kingdom.
The formal ceremony has not been held yet, but is this any way to treat your
future queen!? Mocking me is the same as mocking Clanaria!”
“Like I care.”
As Ansandra wielded her authority like it
was an heirloom sword, Dominic only smiled coldly.
Her confidence made Ansandra shudder.
If this was fueled by Dominic’s jealousy,
that would be one thing. But what would it mean if Lorent had approved this?
Instead of using the political marriage
with Clanaria to bind a military alliance and a trade treaty, wouldn’t that
mean Domos was using Ansandra in a plot to attack Clanaria?
She tried to think about that possibility,
but she had a frightening difficulty thinking while a woman toyed with her
hidden slit for unknown reasons.
“S-stop this. Do you intend to destroy the
bridge of peace between Domos and Clanaria!?”
“Make no mistake, princess. This is nothing
more than a search for weapons.”
With that shameless excuse, Dominic gave
her a cruel look and disinterestedly plucked at her flower petals. That soft
flesh was dry with fear, so the stimulus brought dull pain rather than
pleasure.
“Ahh…”
“There does not appear to be anything on
the surface. But I still need to check inside.”
Dominic placed her right middle finger on
the entrance to the princess’s vagina.
“Y-you can’t mean it…ah.”
Ansandra shook as Dominic mercilessly stuck
her finger inside.
“Oh, dear. Apparently you still have your
hymen. Eh heh heh. In Domos, only priestesses and holy women see any value in
their virginity. In fact, virgins at your age are looked down on as ugly.”
“Ah, ahhh…”
Not even Lucy had inserted anything here.
However, even a virgin had enough space for a woman’s slender finger.
Otherwise, their period blood would have nowhere to escape.
Ansandra’s body stiffened from the dull
pain and Dominic shoved her middle finger further inside her vagina.
“I suppose you wouldn’t be able to hide a
weapon in here. But…it never hurts to be sure.”
Dominic rubbed her finger around as if
checking for something.
“Ah…no, stop.”
Ansandra trembled from the anxiety of
having a foreign object in that unknown tunnel, but the woman pushed her finger
all the way inside.
The little bird of a girl clung to the
white tablecloth as she bore with the humiliation, but her eyes widened as she
was overcome by an unexpected feeling.
(Wh-what…is this feeling!?)
She was assaulted by pleasure rather than
pain. And it was a type of pleasure she had never felt before.
In her shock and confusion, her lower body
tingled and she desperately resisted the desire to let it all loose.
Having someone she disliked toying with her
pussy was humiliation enough, but she trembled as she felt even greater shame
approaching.
She resisted for a while, but once she was
unable to bear it any longer, she pleaded with Dominic.
“No…Ahh, please stop this, ah…I think I’m
going to…wet myself…”
As Ansandra was overcome by a dreadfully
obscene feeling, beads of sweat poured from her forehead and her blonde bangs
stuck to her skin.
She was being fingered in the so-called
G-spot, but she lacked the knowledge to know what was happening.
Dominic looked down at her with glassy eyes
as she mercilessly pumped her middle finger in and out of the ignorant
princess’s virgin hole.
“Ah, I-I’m going to…”
The princess’s doll-like body shook
violently, but the resistance driven by her pride as a princess only incresed
her pure carnal humiliation.
“Ahh, ahh…Lucyyyyyyyyy!!!”
Ansandra’s resistance gave out as she
called the name of the knight she most trusted.
As her butt stuck out like a shiny boiled
egg, the dining hall floor was dirtied by the clear liquid that sprayed
forcefully and horizontally out from the small hole just in front of the one
Dominic was fingering.
“Ahhhhh…”
Her body went limp as she experienced a
humiliating climax that sharply contrasted with the joyous climax of being one
with Lucy.
As the princess collapsed onto the table,
Dominic pulled her finger out and tilted her head while wiping the fluid from
the finger like it was dirty.
“Lucy? Isn’t that the famous knight officer
known as a War Goddess and the daughter of General Albare? Come to think of it,
I had heard she was your good friend.”
Dominic laughed as something occurred to
her.
“Oh, dear. Princess, you and that woman
were fucking, weren’t you? Two women licking at each other like cats?
Disgusting. And you call yourself a pure princess?”
The princess was beautifully dressed up
like a doll, but she was lying on the large table with her frilly skirt pulled
up and her white ass exposed. And her lower body was soaking wet.
The scene could not have been more
aesthetic, but Dominic did not see it that way in the slightest.
“Come on now, you piss-soaked lesbian virgin
princess. It is time to meet His Majesty. You don’t have time to change into
new panties, so you will have to go like this.”
Dominic was annoyed, but she still pulled
off the princess’s urine-soaked panties and wiped off her wet lower body with a
corner of the tablecloth.
But that was the extent of the cleanup.
Ansandra was still in a daze as she was forced to her feet.
This going to be a harém for the female MC with her fucking lots of girls and man ? This piss me of a litte, i prefer a male mc
ReplyDeleteWell I feel the complete opposite. This site could use more yuri sex
DeleteYay for yuri!
Deletesi mi hermano seria perfecto si fuera un mc macho no esa mierda lesbica
DeleteThanks for doing this chapter.
ReplyDeletethis is harem series franchise right? wtf whith all that lesbo crap ,so annoying
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