Harem Shadow: Chapter 4 - Punched by a Princess

“Your Majesty, allow me to introduce you to Zweig. He is my nephew♪”

Zweig was a ninja, but he was officially the son of a family with some regional power.

One day, his Aunt Risaya brought him to an evening party.

According to what he had been told, the surrounding kingdoms had sensed a threat in the double kingdom’s combined power, so they had formed an alliance that surrounded the double kingdom.

However, the southern Etruria Kingdom had experienced a coup that put 4^th Prince Ricardo on the throne. The boy king had changed their diplomatic strategy and approached the double kingdom for an alliance.

Sigrain, the woman who had orchestrated the coup, had arrived as a diplomat and this party was to welcome her.

Zweig felt out of his league at a party of such national importance, but his Aunt Risaya had wanted to use it as an opportunity to introduce her nephew to some important people in the kingdom.

She was wearing a dark red cocktail dress with a bold cut and a diamond necklace and earrings. It was a pricey outfit, but she pulled it off flawlessly.

Her perfect facial features might have looked lifeless if not for the light in her eyes. Her youthful and lithe body exuded sex appeal and a rosy scent hung around her.

She moved every which way around the party hall to introduce Zweig to all sorts of people, but she finally arrived at King Selune.

(He’s her lover, isn’t he?)

That was mostly how Zweig saw the man, not as a king.

He had heard Selune was the same age as Risaya and he found him to be a tall man with a noble aura.

He and Risaya looked like the perfect couple when standing side by side.

But while the two of them were lovers, they would never marry.

After all, it was Selune’s polygamous marriage to Orsini Queen Malicia and Sabrina Queen Vishnu that had created the Orsini-Sabrina Double Kingdom in the first place.

There were countless rumors about his love affairs. Countless woman had spent a night with him and his more prominent mistresses included Risaya and Orsini General Meldis.

“Risaya is very dear to me. I would die of loneliness if I were to lose her.”

“Oh, come on. I know you say that about all the women♪”

Once Zweig had been introduced to the king, Selune and Risaya chatted a while longer before stepping away.

Risaya jumped a bit as she did so.

Selune had rubbed her butt as he left.

(He touched her butt?)

Zweig briefly glared up at the king out of a misplaced sense of jealousy.

But he soon realized that handsome pervert must have touched far more of her than that on many occasions.

Risaya raised her fist as if in anger, but she was not actually upset. Selune laughed and admitted defeat.

(They really do get along well.)

Zweig felt a weird feeling roiling in his chest after catching a glimpse of his aunt’s womanly side there.

After leaving Selune, Risaya spotted Sieglinde and dragged Zweig over to her.

Risaya had to have heard that Sieglinde disliked Zweig, but she spoke to the girl all the same.

“Good evening, Lady Sieglinde. It has been too long since we last spoke. So. Has my nephew been of some use to you?”
“Yes, um, he has been working hard.”

She must have felt she could not say to Risaya’s face that she was not allowing Zweig anywhere near her, so she gave a vague answer with a complicated look on her face.

“What are you doing, Zweig? Go invite the young lady to a dance.”

“Eh?”
When she made that sound like the expected thing to do, both Zweig and Sieglinde froze up. Then they exchanged a glance to silently ask each other what to do.

“What’s wrong? Asking the princess to dance is the polite thing to do.”

That left him with no other choice. He hesitantly held out his right hand toward the princess.

“Lady Sieglinde, would you care to dance?”

“Y-yes…”

She did not look happy, but she ultimately placed her public position above her personal feelings.

Rejecting the son of an Orsini family might fan the flames between the two factions.

Zweig took her hand and walked out to the center of the dance hall.

“You can dance?” she asked.

“Well enough.”

He was far from an expert dancer, but he had been trained as a ninja. He had been taught the basics of dancing after arriving in the capital, so he could dance as well as the average person.

Dancing required bringing their chests close together, so he got a close-up view of her pretty face and her large breasts ended up touching his chest every so often.

He very much appreciated that, but it was also as nerve-wracking as trying to defuse a bomb. His heart was pounding in his chest.

“I am only dancing with you for your aunt’s sake. Make no mistake there.”

“I am well aware of that.”

Sieglinde must have been given dance lessons since she was little because she easily pulled off expert-level dance steps.

In fact, she appeared to be intentionally choosing more difficult steps, so he had to work hard to keep up.

Before long, they were the only two still on the dance floor.

The beautiful girl and handsome boy looked like the perfect couple, but they both stubbornly chose more difficult dance steps as they moved every which way across the dance hall, forcing everyone else to stay away.

Sieglinde finished it off by dramatically leaning back and forcing Zweig to reach around her hips so she would not fall.

The party hall erupted in applause. The two dancers caught their breath while feeling an odd sense of unity brought on by completing that dance.

“I am impressed you managed to keep up with me without stepping on my feet,” she said.

“Your words honor me,” he replied.

Her chest was rising and falling as she prepared to stand back up, but then…

“Above!”

A voice reached Zweig using a special way of talking designed to reach the intended recipient’s ears over the noise of the crowd. It was Risull’s voice.

“…!”

Seeing Sieglinde’s green eyes widen, he did not bother checking to see what she had seen before he lifted her up and jumped away.

An ear-splitting crash filled the party hall.

The chandelier carrying hundreds of burning candles had fallen from the ceiling.

“Put out that fire! Hurry!” shouted Risaya.

In no time at all, more than a hundred ninjas filled the party hall.

Queen Vishnu’s Grim Butterflies poured in through the entrance. They were of course led by Julia.

The ladies and gentlemen were promptly evacuated.

Zweig had placed his body over Sieglinde to protect her from the chandelier’s broken pieces and he was relieved to see he had just barely managed to avoid disaster.

(What in the world was that!?)

Just as he prepared to look up, he felt something on his lips.

(Hm? What’s this?)

Confused, he looked down and then his eyes widened in surprise.

He saw Sieglinde’s eyes still widened with shock, but what did that mean about this soft sensation on his lips? It was her lips.

(O-oh, no. This is very bad. Very, very bad.)

He poured with sweat with his lips still pressed against the princess’s.

“Zweig, are you hurt?”
When he continued to lie there without moving, Alisha called worriedly over to him. That snapped him out of it and he raised his head.

“No, I’m fine.”

He and Sieglinde were apparently the only ones who knew their lips had touched.

Sieglinde was still unable to get up after the fright, so he picked her up in a so-called princess carry and took her to another room.

Once away from the commotion in the party hall and in a comfortable chair, Sieglinde drank some water offered by her favorite maid Diana and worked to calm herself.

Then she ordered everyone but Zweig to leave the room.

“…”
Once the two of them were alone, a heavy silence hung over the room.

(Yeah, she’s definitely mad.)

Her furious aura was impossible to miss and she eventually managed to speak slowly while looking him in the eye.

“Th-thank you.”

“I-I was only doing my duty,” he awkwardly replied.

She then drove her point home.

“I have now thanked for saving my life.”

“That you have.”

She tried to keep her cool and shut her eyes. After taking a deep breath, she slowly stood up and opened her eyes again.

She threw a beautiful straight right punch square into his face, knocking him onto his back.

He had been prepared for a slap or two, so this punch to the face had caught him by surprise. It had been an excellent punch with her weight behind it. She had even included a nice twist.

“H-how dare you use a crisis like that to steal my sacred first kiss.”

“I honestly didn’t mean to…”

She was not interested in hearing his excuses.

“I am not forgiving you for this one. I had decided I would offer my lips to the man I had chosen to love for the rest of my life and…and you…”

Unable to contain her emotions, she began repeatedly kicking him while he lay on the floor.

 

“Ow, ow, ow.”

Zweig had let Sieglinde kick him until she was satisfied, so he was covered in bruises as he left the room now.

He was aching all over, but a horny teen like him considered that a small price to pay for receiving Sieglinde’s first kiss.

(Anyway, what was that terrorist attack meant to accomplish?)
A chandelier would not fall in the party hall by accident. It had to have been sabotaged by someone.

The direct threat had been to Sieglinde, but King Selune, Sabrina Queen Vishnu, Etrurian Chief Diplomat Sigrain, and other important figures would also have been tempting targets for the right people.

But it was not Zweig’s job to figure out who was responsible. Risaya, Karura, or someone else higher up the chain of command than him would be in charge of that.

His job was to protect Sieglinde.

After having Risull and Alisha heal him with a magic jewel, he ordered them to guard Sieglinde with extra care tonight, and returned to his room.

“Why, if isn’t Zweig♪ Excellent work tonight♪”

While walking through one corridor, Risaya staggered drunkenly over toward him.

“Oh? What are you doing here, aunt?”
She always walked so forcefully, but now she weakly leaned against him, forcing him to hold her soft feminine hips to prop her up.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her sexual mounds against his chest.

His heartrate rose when her face and its perfect makeup job moved in so close. She had an intoxicated look in her eyes and her breath reached his nose.

(Wow, she reeks of alcohol.)

He grimaced.

She pressed against him as if to intentionally breath that on him and she whispered mischievously in his ear.

“On your way to some girl’s room?”

“No, of course not.”

Everyone who served the royal palace was busy after the commotion, so they would not have time for him.

“Aunt, should you really be drinking right now? Don’t you have to lead the investigation?”

“Whyyy should I? This is the Sabrina capital. Ah ha ha. Karura was running around in a panic after another failure so soon after the last one. Ah ha ha ha ha ha♪”

Her political rival’s troubles must have tasted sweet as honey because Risaya was in an unusually good mood.

“Let me show you to your room.”

“Carry me.”

“Eh!? Carry you?”

“What, are you going to disobey an order?”

He barely managed to avoid calling her a child before carrying his drunk aunt on his back.

(Wow, her boobs are on my back. And my hands are on her thighs.)

He could feel the two mounds squished against his back and he sensed her warmth all over him as he carried her to her bedroom and lay her down on the bed.

“Sighhh, I’m exhausted.”

She complained of her weariness after her nephew carried her in and let her sprawl out on the bed still in her dark red cocktail dress. He just about complained about her behavior, but she cut him off with a new order.

“Take off my shoes.”

“Yes, yes.”

He could not disobey his aunt, so he obediently removed the dark red high heels adorning her feet.

“Water!”

“Right away.”

He handed her a crystal glass of cold water.

She sat cross-legged in bed and drank down the entire glass in one go.

She did not seem at all embarrassed that the slit in her dress showed off the full length of her white thigh. Zweig figured that meant she did not even see him as a member of the opposite sex.

As his sexy aunt swallowed the water, some of it wet her red lips, dripped down her chin, trickled down her throat, and reached her chest. Every little thing she did was alluring.

“Ahh, that’s what I needed. Thanks. That’s all. You can leave now.”
“You’re welcome.”

Zweig started to leave her bedroom, but he changed his mind and turned back around.

“Um, aunt, I know it’s none of my business, but haven’t you been drinking too much?”

“What, do you have a problem with my behavior?”

The drunk woman’s glare scared him enough to take a half step back.

“No, I didn’t say that…”

“I am an adult, unlike you. If I want to drink the night away, then that’s what I’ll do.”

She was right about that, but this still seemed unusual for her.

She had always enjoyed her drinks, but he had never seen her outright drunk before.

“Um, aunt, did something happen?”

“What do you mean something?”

“Well.” After some thought, he made a guess. “Did you have a fight with King Selune?”
He regretted it as soon as the words were out of his mouth, but she responded surprisingly calmly.

“It was nothing much. I just happened to see him entering a room with that Chief Diplomat Sigrain from Etruria.”

Zweig had seen Sigrain at the party. She was in her late 30s and he had thought she looked like an elegant noblewoman.

“This is nothing new. He’s just found another new woman is all. There’s no use in getting jealous about it. Besides, it’s said that woman took Etruria’s new King Ricardo’s virginity and orchestrated his coup. She’s wily enough that people call her the White Fox. If she’s flirting with Selune, it’s because she has some kind of ulterior motive. And that idiot is going to fuck her with full knowledge she’s up to something.”

“Oh…I see.”

Zweig was disturbed by the idea that adults would use their own sexuality as a political tool.

His beautiful aunt beckoned him over like she was going to tell him some kind of secret. He moved over and she whispered a further bombshell into his ear.

“The problem is he had promised he would spend tonight with me.”

“Eh!?”
He tensed up and she pulled him into the bed with her.

“Is that any way to treat a woman?”
She had him lie face-up in the bed, lowered her hips on top of his stomach, and lowered her still-intoxicated face toward him. Her decadent sex appeal overwhelmed the boy into silence and all he could do was shake his head at her question.

“I mean, I know I’m just one of his many mistresses, but none of the others have dedicated themselves to him like I have. Ahh, all that work and nothing to show for it. I’m just one more woman he’s tricked into working for him. And now that he has me, he doesn’t need to give me any more bait.”

“I can’t believe he would ignore someone as beautiful and sexy as you.”

The look in her eyes told him she was prepared to cause trouble. Sensing danger through instinct rather than reason, he tried to calm her with a compliment, but she smacked him on the head.

“How about you remove the log from your own eye first.”

“Um…what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Did you think I wasn’t aware how much of workout you’ve been giving this thing?”
Risaya was seated sideways on his stomach and her right hand squeezed his crotch through his pants.

“I’m well aware you’re a hopeless womanizer. How many girls has this cock been in since you arrived here?”
She was evidently aware of all the sex he had been having. A sadistic light filled her light brown eyes and she squeezed his weak point even tighter.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“I never said it was wrong. I just personally have an issue with womanizers.”

He did not have the guts to say King Selune was a bigger womanizer than him yet she was madly in love with him.

Whatever was going through her head, she undid his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear.

“Wh-what are you doing, aunt? Stop this!”

“What, you’re willing to do half the girls in the palace, but I’m not good enough for you?”

“Eh? Um, uh…”
When he saw the tearful look on her usually confident face, he found himself unable to resist.

“Yes, I am Selune’s mistress. I have served him faithfully for so many years. There isn’t a part of my body his gaze, fingers, tongue, and cum haven’t touched. Am I too defiled for your liking?”
He shook his head.

“You aren’t defiled. You’re the most amazing woman I know. I’ve always looked up to you and wanted to be like you.”
“Heh. I can see how you convinced so many people to sleep with you.”

She gave him a look that said “a child’s flattery won’t work on me”, but she still happily stripped off her nephew’s clothes. She expressed surprise when she saw his penis.

“What a filthy penis. It’s already such a dark red at your age? How much have you been using this thing?”
She gave him a scornful look, but she still lovingly kissed the head.

It felt like the sex appeal dripping from her red lips was directly injected into his dick. It quickly rose up toward the sky like a bamboo sprout.

“Hee hee hee.”

She gave him an erotic smile as she spread his legs wide and moved between them.

She grabbed his balls in both hands and grasped the testicles in them. She gave them a gentle massage while licking at them, up the shaft, along the bottom of the head, and to the tip.

(Wow.)

A tremor ran through his spine.

He had cleverly managed to sleep with Risull, Alisha, Julia, and plenty of other sexually frustrated women working in the palace, but Risaya had far greater technique than any of them.

He could not help but stare at her.

“Hm?”
She tilted her head curiously while licking at the boy’s dick.

“Y-you’re really good at this.”

She smiled bitterly at that.

“Of course I am. I worked hard to earn Selune’s love. I’ve swallowed, taken in, and soaked in several times as much of his cum as Malicia or Vishnu.”

She took a self-deprecating tone, but she also seemed proud of it.

(Is she actually an expert at sex?)

He was aroused by this unexpected side of her and she removed the shoulder straps of her dark red cocktail dress.

A luxurious brown half-cup bra appeared from within. It had a sexy design that let her nipples show through the thin material.

She had clearly chosen this underwear for Selune.

She must have planned to truly spend all night with the man, so she could not have been happy about showing this bra off to her nephew instead.

She casually pulled the bra up. The breasts that spilled out were not large enough to call enormous. They were about the right size for her age, they had a nice shape, and the nipples were small. They were average-sized but beautiful.

She massaged them in her hands a bit before placing them around his erection.

“Here, I’ll show you that titjobs aren’t exclusively the territory of women with more tits than brains.”

Her warm and soft skin could not fully surround his manhood, but she skillfully stimulated the ridge of the head with her erect nipples.

She also stuck out her red tongue to lick the head and poked at his urethra with her tongue tip.

(Ah, that’s so good. She really does have unbelievable technique!)

She licked all over the head with her tongue spread out and ran the pointed tip along the urethral opening. She went for all his weak points. Her saliva mixed with his precum before coating his entire dick. She squeezed it between her breasts, producing a lewd sticky sound.

He was at the mercy of the sexual technique she had developed to compete with the king’s other mistresses, but he felt bad only being on the receiving end.

“A-aunt, move your butt over here. I want to pleasure you too.”

“Hee hee hee. That’s what I like to hear from a man.”

She obediently placed her lower body above his face.

They were now in a 69 position.

He quickly pulled up her long skirt, revealing some skimpy brown lingerie. He could see her pubic hair showing through at the crotch. She had definitely chosen this underwear with sex in mind.

(She really was planning to spend the night with the king, but a foreign woman took her spot. I can see why she was upset.)

He sympathized with her, but he also appreciated the opportunity that had presented him with as he removed her underwear.

The hair was the same brown as on her head, it was smooth as silk, and it was shaped in an upside-down triangle. The obvious grooming made it look incredibly beautiful.

He placed his thumbs on either side of the flesh gate and spread the lips open.

Her stickily wet wine red flesh was revealed. It had the raw sexuality of an adult woman.

He gulped and stuck out his tongue. She felt sticky to the tongue and he found the salty and sourish flavor of a vulva.

He continued licking until Risaya suddenly lifted her hips and got after him.

“Hold it.” She dropped a bombshell on the confused boy. “You suck at this.”

“Eh!?”

“You can’t just lick wildly at a pussy.”

He was unsure what to say to that, so she shook her head in exasperation.

“I can tell what kind of sex you’ve been having.”

The disdain in her voice irritated him, but she only gave him a smile full of scorn.

“Your idea of sex is to lick her until she’s wet, put it in her, and cum, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Is that wrong?”
“With that kind of thoughtless sex, all the girls will get bored of you and throw you out.”

He had felt proud of how popular he had become and he had never been turned down, so this came as a major shock.

“If you want to continue sleeping around, you need the technique to pull it off. Your partners need to leave glad they slept with you. Men who only think about getting off are utter trash.”

He trembled in humiliation at being called trash, so he pleaded with his aunt.

“Um, then could you teach me how to satisfy a woman?”

“Hee hee hee. If you insist, I suppose I could teach you the techniques needed to keep Alisha from leaving you♪”

He used the flat of his tongue to lick up and down her vulva just like she told him.

He thoroughly ran his tongue through every little groove. She seemed to have a sensitive vulva because it twitched a lot as he licked it.

She had a lot of demands, so he ended up using more than just his tongue. He pecked at her sexual flesh with his lips and massaged her entire vulva with his palm.

Eventually, her clitoris grew erect and poked out from its hood. She instructed him to rub it with the seam between the top and bottom of his tongue.

“Ahhhhn! Give oral like this and any woman will be putty in your hands. Now stick your tongue in!”

He pushed his tongue into her honeypot and stirred it up as asked. Plenty of female nectar flowed out.

“Ah, ahh, that’s enough. I can’t wait a moment longer. Put your dick in me this time.”

He answered that request by moving around behind her.

She was wearing her cocktail dress, but it left her back mostly bare anyway, the skirt was pushed up past her butt, and the shoulder straps were removed, so she was nearly naked.

Her soft skin was a healthy amber and her visible shoulder blades and spine were so attractive. Her stomach was slender, but her butt swelled out to produce beautiful curves.

He gulped at the sight and then parted her well-grown ass.

“W-wait, you want to do it from behind?”
“I’ve always thought you had a sexy back. It’s so smooth, broad, and beautiful. And I’m always going to be following in your footsteps.”

His desperate plea was enough for her to give in.

“Fine,” was all she said, but she lay face down and lifted up her butt so he could put it in her more easily.

His dick was wet with her saliva and his precum as he moved it toward her honeypot that was dripping with his saliva and her love juices.

“I-I’m putting it in.”

“Yes, hurry up and give it to me.”

This was his aunt and the king’s mistress. In ninja terms, she was known as Selune’s Shadow Wife. He was reluctant to have sex with a woman like that, but there was no resisting her charm.

He grabbed her butt tight and slowly pushed his raging erection into her feminine entrance.

Her vagina alluringly squeezed as if to show off how badly it wanted to devour his dick.

The head seemed sucked into that sexual hole.

(Kh, w-wow. This is my aunt’s pussy. Ahh, the soft flesh is squeezing me. It’s like she has a fairy living in her vagina.)

He loved it so much he thrust the rest of the way inside her all at once.

“Ahhh!”

Looking just at tightness, Risull, Alisha, and Julia had been superior. That was not to say Risaya’s vagina was not tight at all, but it taught him that tightness was not the only measure of a good vagina.

(I-it’s gently surrounding every last part of my dick. I’m about to cum just from putting it in her.)

Doing that would be truly pathetic. He wanted to pleasure her too, so he braced himself and started moving his hips, but she got after him again.

“H-hold on. You can’t just shove your dick inside. You need to use some sort of technique.”

“Technique?”

“Sigh, this is why I don’t like kids. They think they can just let their youth do the talking and pound you senseless.”

His sexy aunt moved her hips to show him the basics of what he was supposed to do.

“For example, you could do two shallow thrusts followed by a hard one. Something as simple as that makes a huge difference in how much the woman enjoys it. Try it out.”

“O-okay.”

He resisted the urge to just thrust with all his might and instead followed her instructions.

The slower movement let him enjoy the inside of her honeypot more.

(Ah, it’s like she’s digesting my dick in there.)

What would she say if he went off prematurely inside her? He did everything he could to avoid that as he enjoyed her pussy more carefully.

“Ahhhn, it’s so hard♪ Nh, nhh, this is…nh…pretty nice.”

She also began to slowly move her butt as if she could resist no longer.

That moved her inner flesh against his cock even more, further increasing the pleasure.

A sexual sweat soaked her back and butt and she let out heated breaths while glancing back at him.

(Wow! Th-that’s so hot.)

Her mature sex appeal excited Zweig. Her labia squeezed and refused to let go and her back, butt, top of the head, and everything else looked sexy. Every little move was working to seduce him.

(Did King Selune teach her to be like this?)

This seemed like something you would only find in a woman who had repeatedly soaked in semen, melted in body and soul from countless orgasms, and thoroughly learned the flavor of cock, both literally and figuratively. It was like experiencing the final form of female sexuality.

Zweig grew tired of the two shallow, one deep thrusting and began thrusting extra hard for the deep ones.

“Ahn! Do it that rough and – ahn! – y-you’ll hit me deep inside. Ahn! Y-you’re shaking my womb. Ahn! I can feel it in my hips! Ahn! Eh? What? Ahn! A child is making me feel like this!? H-how!? Ahhhn, ahhhhhhh!”

Her back began to tremble wildly and her honeypot squeezed tight on his cock.

(Wow, she’s sucking my dick in!?)

He just about came and barely managed to avoid it. Once the contracting of her vaginal walls stopped, he asked a hesitant question.

“Aunt, did you cum already?”

“Pant, pant. Y-yes…because it has been a while.”

She blushed in embarrassment over climaxing so easily after lecturing him on how to use his hips.

Her post-climax lethargy and her embarrassment were both sexy enough to stimulate the boy’s lust.

(Sh-she’s so cute♪ I can see how she got to be a king’s mistress.)

She was breathtakingly beautiful, she was smart, she was a master ninja, and she was a martial arts expert. Her body was sensitive and her honeypot was second to none. And to top it all off, she was well versed in sexual techniques.

She could have had men by the dozens if she had wanted, but she had instead offered her heart to just the one.

Zweig felt some jealousy stirring in his heart.

“Aunt, I can go all out now, right!?”
He grabbed her hips and began thrusting with all his might.

“Ah, how many times do I have to tell you sex isn’t just about how hard and fast you can thrust!?”

She raised her voice in protest, but there was no escape at this point.

She was at the mercy of the boy’s youth-powered hips.

His hipbones loudly slapped against her butt.

“Ah, so deep, ahn, over and, ahn, over. Ah, ah, not, ah, so rough, ahn.”

She let out intermittent cries while he fucked her like a wild animal.

A sexual sweat soaked her body and a veritable shower of love juices poured down her vagina to soak his cock.

“Aunt, don’t be complaining yet. I’m only just getting started.”

“W-wait. Ah, you’re going to get even rougher? Ahn.”

Amused by how flustered his ever-cool-and-composed aunt was, Zweig gathered every last ounce of strength he could muster.

He did not know how skilled at sex King Selune was, but the man had to know Risaya’s body inside and out.

He could never compete with the king by using the technique Risaya taught him.

So instead of relying on those tricks, he would harness his youthful speed and power.

But that plan had a fatal flaw.

“Ah, ahh, ahn, yes, yes, it’s been so long since I was fucked so roughly. Ahh, you’re pounding me so hard. Ahh, ahh, it’s like being fucked by an animal, ahn, ahh!”

“Kh.”

He clenched his teeth.

He was not going to last long with his dick going wild inside that incredible pussy.

The way her inner flesh wrapped around the head was too good. He was doing his best to last, but his penis kept growing and pushing the ridge of the head further against her vaginal walls as if to enjoy her feminine flesh as much as possible.

(Khhh, no. K-keep going a while longer…ah, no, I can’t!)

“Gwaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!”

He let out a bestial roar shoved his dick as deep as it would go and then exploded.

His dick trembled inside her while squirting its hot milk against her cervix and letting it spread all throughout her vagina.

The adult woman reached her own climax at the same time.

“Ahhh! It’s squirting out inside me! Ahh! There’s so much of it! Ahh! It’s getting in my womb! Ahhh…your dick is going wild! Ahhh!!!”

She raised sexual cries while her honeypot tightened as if to squeeze out every last drop. She enjoyed his young throbbing and felt satisfied with his thick goo inside her.

His penis shrank after ejaculating, but it grew hard once more while still inside her.

Once it felt hard enough, he resumed thrusting. The woman lying limp on the bed panicked.

“Ahh…nh!? W-wait, you’re doing it again?”

“Because I’m young♪”

“I-I don’t like kids who show off their youth…ahh!”

Despite her complaints, he thrust his hips wildly, leaned over her back, wrapped his arms around her, and began groping her apple-sized breasts.

“Ah, ahn, ahhhn, twice in a row? I’m, ahn, already so full of your stuff.”

She moaned as the semen acted as a lubricant and allowed him to move even quicker than before.

The cum and love juices audibly mixed together inside her.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh, th-this is too much for me. I give in. You win. So…ahh!”

“I’m not done! I’m nowhere near done!!!”
She hit her limit while on the receiving end of his tireless youth. Sweat soaked her amber skin, tears and drool dripped down her face, and she writhed in pleasure.

Each time he thrust into her, more combined fluids flowed out of her. Each time he pulled back, those combined fluids made a lewd sound.

“Ahh, ahh, l-let me rest for a bit. Please!”

“No! Just enjoy the pleasure!”

His merciless attacks pounded on her cervix, shook her womb, and even rattled her bladder.

The experienced woman was exposed at length to pure brute force with no technique behind it at all.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh! M-my hips can’t take much more of this! Ahh!”

(I’ll teach her he isn’t the only man in the world.)

“Aunt, feel more and more pleasure. And cum! Cum and cum and cum!”

Her vagina squeezed like mad as she experienced repeated orgasms.

But he still did not stop. He continued thrusting without end. He ejaculated a few times, but not even that stopped him.

(I’ll free her from that man.)

He stirred up her honeypot full of semen while feeling like he had a duty to fulfill here. But even his seemingly limitless libido eventually reached its limit. He gathered his last strength to release one final roar.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

His arms grasping her still-youthful skin were lifted up as she arched her back. His penis pushed deeper into her, fitting tightly against her cervix. And then he exploded.

“No! Not again! Ahhh, not again!! Ahhh, I’ll go crazy! Ahh, please, please, pleeeeeeeeeease!!!”

She pissed herself and came when his semen was pumped into her.

He rested his cheek on her beautiful back to take a short rest and he pulled his dick out only once it had gone fully flaccid.

Her vagina could not close on its own and a milky liquid flowed stickily out of the gaping hole.

“Pant, pant. Um, aunt, are you okay?”
She looked utterly spent as she turned weakly toward him.

“Th-this is why I don’t like you womanizers. This would have been a lot easier if you had only tried to make me cum.”

(Oh, no. Does she hate me for being so selfish in bed?)

While the nephew grew nervous, the beautiful aunt looked down at her crotch and sighed.

“God, how much did you pump inside me?”
The frothy white nectar continued to drip down from her gaping female flower.

“Also, you have some guts cucking the king♪”

“Eh?”
His beautiful aunt explained for him with the kindest smile imaginable.

“You’re almost certainly getting beheaded for this one. If you’re lucky, you’ll only be castrated.”
“Castrated?”
“They take your dick here and…snip.”

She shut her fingers like they were scissors.

“Wh-what do I do!?”

He paled and she laughed.

“I’m only kidding. I can’t speak for other kings, but I know my Selune wouldn’t do that.”

“B-but…”

“He loves his women, but he doesn’t restrain them. He knows he can’t get upset about us sleeping around when ‘sleeping around’ is basically his entire personality.”

That made sense, but normal men would not be happy about their woman having sex with another guy. Zweig knew he wouldn’t.

Was the kind of man who became king just that much more generous?

Zweig buried his face in his beautiful aunt’s chest while dreaming of making her his and his alone.

 

From then on, Zweig’s life in the big city continued peacefully with only the occasional excitement to spice things up. Until, that is, a major incident occurred without warning.

Simply put, Sieglinde was kidnapped.