Chapter 24: The Beginning of the Royal Capital -5-
Caenis bit her lip and shook her head, but the overwhelming force filling Arthur's presence and the life-packed cock in her sight made her swallow dryly on instinct.
It was nothing like the foul, fishy stench Poseidon had given off.
The thick male scent rising from Arthur's body and the mana of the red dragon sweetly numbed her reason, like a fine liquor brewed down from the highest-grade honey.
Amid the forced pleasure and the resonance of mana filling the room, Caenis's breathing gradually grew rougher and shorter.
"Haa... haaah...!"
At last, when she could no longer endure it, a sweet cry spilled from between her lips, and at the same time the boiling mana of Arthur and Caenis crossed brilliantly through the room and exploded.
Paaat!
Caenis came first, spraying her juices, and Arthur's thickly concentrated white mana scattered through the air before settling wetly over Caenis's face.
"Haa... ngh, disgusting..."
Caenis panted harshly, trying to loathe the alien warmth smeared across her face.
But the semen that touched the tip of her tongue by accident tasted nothing like she had expected.
'...Sweet.'
The memories of pain, shame, and despair that had come crashing in with Poseidon's violent waves. This sensation was completely different from that.
The mana pouring from the boy before her, the one she had thought a tyrant, was so thick and warm that merely touching her tongue made every cell in her body tremble in delight.
Caenis's reason completely melted by that sweetness, she clenched the bedsheet with trembling hands, then glared at me with eyes flushed red and shoved forward roughly.
"Haa... that's enough now. Quit screwing around and just do it for real."
"Oh? So in the end, you couldn't hold back?"
Arthur gave a crooked grin and spread his arms, and Caenis tried to climb on top of me like a beast.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm the one doing the fucking, and you're the one under m—hih?!"
But her fierce declaration never reached its end.
Arthur flipped their bodies in a flash, pinned her down on the bed, and with graceful hands gently burrowed into her weak spots.
"Ah...! W-wait... hnng...!"
"I told you I'm on top, Caenis."
The technique he had built up through sleeping with many women already.
Every place his hands touched made Caenis's body arch taut like a drawn bowstring. He softly claimed the lips of the woman who was collapsing, too weak even to resist, and while caressing the curves of her full breasts, he whispered,
"You're truly beautiful. Adorable, too."
"Don't... be ridiculous.... What am I... ngh...♡!"
She should have been disgusted.
She was a woman who had sworn hundreds of times that she would run through with her spear any man who treated her like a woman and lusted after her.
And yet, why was it?
The warmth of his touch, rough yet endlessly gentle as it stroked her, was utterly different from the sea god who had only one-sidedly vented his desire and violated her.
It was pure lust for conquest, and at the same time an act of fierce love that sought to warmly embrace even the wounded soul of the one beneath him.
The suffocating kisses continued.
Caenis struggled inwardly, trying to suppress her anger, but every time their tongues tangled, even the saliva spilling from his mouth was maddeningly sweet.
The hot beads of sweat seeping from his skin, his steep breathing, the dense dragon mana. All of it was a perfect, deadly drug that could intoxicate even a Divine Spirit like her.
She could no longer even refuse a kiss.
At last, their bodies tangled together as one.
"Huaaah...! Ah... ahh...♡!"
A genuine moan soaked in pleasure burst from Caenis's mouth. The nightmare of her past, filled with nothing but pain, was being washed away white as melting snow in his burning embrace.
How much time had passed? Before she knew it, Caenis's womb was full of his mana.
The deeper the night grew, the stronger his desire to dominate became.
He turned her body around and roughly grabbed the long hair she had tied up like a rope.
"If you hate being treated like a woman, then I'll take you the way men do it, the way they conquer a warrior from behind. Offer up your ass tonight, Lancer."
"W-what... what kind of bullshit is that?! Ah, ahh! Haaang...♡!"
To Caenis, who kept muttering that he shouldn't treat her like a woman, Arthur answered that in that case he would conquer her masculinity instead, and rammed his cock into her asshole.
The only hole that could be used on a man. If she hated being treated like a woman, then he would violate her asshole as though she were a man.
In Greece, men being fucked was hardly uncommon, so he was taking Caenis in the Greek way.
She should have been disgusted. She should have been ashamed.
But before the heavy fullness and pleasure driving intensely into her from behind, her mind was being shaken to its core.
Each time her body rocked hard with Arthur's powerful thrusts, the pride of the warrior who had tried to resist had already completely surrendered before the charm of this young tyrant.
It didn't hurt. Was it because she was a Divine Spirit, and her powerful body could endure it? If anything, all she felt was pleasure.
Caenis, a hero and a being elevated to the rank of Divine Spirit, was conquered by one man in both front and back.
Smack!
When he playfully slapped her firm ass, she flinched in surprise, yet the stimulation only made her waist tremble and drew an even louder cry from her.
Through her cunt and her back hole, their coupling went on for hours.
Hours of a beastly, yet sweet ritual of love.
After all the storm had passed, Caenis lay in Arthur's arms, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.
"There, now that we're done, you should clean me up."
At the somewhat forceful words, she frowned, yet still sucked and licked his rigid cock with her mouth.
Licking up and swallowing the semen Arthur had spilled with her red tongue, she muttered as if wronged,
"Haa... telling me to lick it, seriously, what a joke... but why the hell does it taste this good? So damn irritating...."
Even while complaining, she savored it greedily and swallowed it down her throat as if unwilling to leave behind even a single drop.
"Well? Do you feel at least a little more inclined to serve me as your master now?"
"Don't be ridiculous.... I'll never become your bitch."
Caenis clicked her tongue and sharply turned her head away, but her cheeks were flushed so red they looked ready to burst, and there was not the slightest rejection in the way her body burrowed into his arms.
"Really? Then if not a bitch, would being treated like a wife do?"
"C-cut out the crazy talk!!"
Caenis sprang up in outrage, but Arthur only grinned and lightly rubbed his still-unsoftened, throbbing cock against her soft thigh.
"The night's still long. Want to go one more round?"
"......"
At that question, Caenis gave no answer. She only quietly averted her gaze, then carefully twisted her body, lifted her ass, and offered it out, opening her most secret place to him once more.
Though her words said no, her body had already become the perfect example of a female brought to ruin and completely tamed by Arthur's touch.
And so, until dawn fully broke, the two of them burned the night white atop the narrow bed, sharing each other's warmth and breath.
At daybreak, as Caenis collapsed in exhaustion, Arthur kissed her forehead and whispered teasingly,
"Good work, honey."
"I'll kill you, seriously.... I'm just... letting you treat me like your personal dildo, that's all, so don't talk nonsense...."
"Men these days masturbate with dildos, huh?"
"A lot of them do."
"Then you too?"
"Shut up...."
"Did you like it better when you were a man, or do you like this more now?"
"...... Tiresias, who experienced both being a man and a woman, said it, didn't he? If a man feels one measure of pleasure, a woman can feel nine."
Mumbling that, she buried her face deep in Arthur's broad chest.
"I love you, Caenis."
"...You bastard."
Though she did not admit it with her mouth, the deepest part of Caenis's heart was filled with a strange sense of relief and peace she had never felt since the day she was born.
Before she encountered the nightmare called Poseidon, back in that distant time when, as nothing more than an ordinary woman, she had wished to be wholly loved by someone and warmly held in their arms.
The fact that this wish was being perfectly fulfilled by this audacious yet immense fifteen-year-old boy king was, much to her own surprise, not something she hated nearly as much as she thought.
No, perhaps she had already become helplessly addicted to this sweet salvation.
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