Part 2

Shortly after receiving news of the revolution's success—

"I'm back, Yoal—and this time I'm definitely getting my reward!!!!"

"… That's the first thing out of your mouth?"

The door to the reception room banged open with force, revealing a breathless Nyrn.

Behind her, Charlotte walked in at a leisurely pace. She shrugged as if exasperated, though a soft smile played at the corners of her mouth.

"Good work, Nyrn. But first, the debriefing—"

"I left that to the intelligence kids."

"… I suspected as much."

As Aery rubbed the bridge of her nose as if staving off a headache, Charlotte placed a hand gently on her shoulder.

"Basically everything went well. Our side had almost no injuries beyond minor ones. As for the citizens… I can't say zero, but it's certainly less than a hundred dead."

"… I see…"

"Thank you," Almaeira said softly, bowing her head slightly. Her expression held a smile that was neither quite joy nor sorrow.

The fortress city Venedium had a population well over ten thousand. Compared to the scale of the riots, the casualties could be called extremely light—but it was still true that a not insignificant number had died.

However, if this could help the kingdom recover even a little from its plight.

Rotten though it may be, that country was both Almaeira's and Yoal's homeland. The feeling of happiness could not be denied either.

"… We'll need to build a memorial. If there's anything we can do from our end…"

"They'll figure that out themselves… Though sending the Dvergar to help with reconstruction might be good."

The Dvergar were a diminutive race skilled in smithing and construction. They hadn't formally allied, but the "Witchlands" frequently sent them liquor fermented from its vegetation. Trade was often conducted as well, maintaining a loose friendly relationship.

If given proper compensation, they would gladly take on the work. They were difficult to deal with, but had low aggression and posed no danger.

"We'll need to see how things develop, but that sounds good. I'll reach out once we've observed the situation."

"… Yes. Please do…"

Smiling gently as she softly stroked her prominently swollen belly, Almaeira gazed intently at Nyrn.

"… That said…"

"Wh-What is it?"

"… As long as Yoal and I permit it… I don't mind?"

"… … … Huh?"

For a moment, Nyrn's cheeks reddened as if caught off guard.

Her eyes grew moist as though she'd never expected to hear such words. Her gaze, hidden beneath black hair, darted between Yoal and Almaeira.

"R-Really?"

"Yes. I'm fine with it, but…"

"This isn't going to end with Yoal refusing, is it!?"

"… No actual sex though."

The instant Yoal said that with a straight face,

"Yoaaaaaal—!"

Nyrn's eyes changed color as she threw herself at his knees.

Heedless of her voluptuous flesh jiggling, she pressed her well-shaped nose against his crotch and took a deep, deep breath.

"Ahhn… ah… This… this is it… cock… That thick cock smell… Ahh, amazing… My brain… is melting… I'm going cock crazy…"

"… Relax. You're already plenty stupid."

"Kufuu… I don't care what you say right now… Ahh… more, more cock…"

Nyrn rubbed her nose ridge against him even more, sniffing audibly. She repeatedly kissed and sucked at his crotch. If her large rear had a tail, it would surely be wagging wildly.

"… You're way too eager, you cum toilet."

"That's right, I'm a cum toilet… So make sure you empty yourself properly… All you've been doing is putting your sperm to good use with Lady Alma!"

"… For all your words, Yoal, you're rock hard too…"

"… I have no excuse."

Yoal responded with a sullen expression while his erection grew hard enough to be visible through his underwear.

Almaeira wrapped her arm around his neck from the side, kissing and sucking at it. His Adam's apple, his chin, his cheeks—she left kiss marks everywhere.

"Just going to watch, Aery? You've been wiggling your hips for a while now."

"You look rather wanting yourself, Shal."

"Eh… Wait, really—"

"I'm lying."

Aery's cheeks were faintly flushed as she fidgeted, rubbing her inner thighs together—her silver twin-tails swaying as her sandy eyes grew hot and moist.

Charlotte blushed at having her true feelings exposed, averting her gaze—still in her military uniform, restlessly running her fingers through her honey-colored hair.

"… Ha, ah, haah… cock… Meeting the real cock… Ahh… It's been so long… Yoal's… cock…"

In stark contrast to the restrained pair, Nyrn gave in to her desires, sliding down Yoal's underwear to expose his erect shaft.

Faced with the menacingly curved erection, Nyrn panted heavily. Her heated breath touched the shaft, and the thick veins pulsed with a twitch.

"Ahh… fuu… Such an overwhelming cock smell… Uuu… ah… a, ku, fuuu…"

Nyrn took another deep breath, kissed along the underside vein, savoring the texture and heat of the manhood.

At that moment, shivers suddenly ran from her shoulders down her spine. Her hips jerked and bounced, her considerably large buttocks rippling. The curves of her rear were clearly visible through her robe as she squirmed longingly.

"… You came just from the smell? Here, I'll press it against you."

"Khiii! Hi, gu! C-coming, coming…!"

"… W-Wow… You really wanted that cock, didn't you…"

"As if you weren't just as bad, Alma."

"… I-I only… came because you pressed something hot and hard against me…"

Yoal pressed Nyrn's head down firmly with one hand while affectionately stroking Almaeira's swollen belly.

That contrasting treatment seemed to heighten her sense of submission, and Nyrn continued to tremble with orgasmic spasms throughout her body.

"Turns out you got pregnant from the first time anyway. Coming just from having it pressed against you, with that lewd belly begging to be bred—"

"… M-Mouths that say mean things… get this…!"

Chup.

Glistening wet lips pressed against his, sealing Yoal's mouth completely. They rubbed their lips together intimately, making obscene wet sounds. Soft flesh yielded and changed shape as they indulged in the pleasure of mucous membranes rubbing together.

And down at the man's crotch, Nyrn slid her tongue thickly along his shaft.

"… Nhhah… Good… So good… cock… Nn, delicious… nn, fuu…"

She breathed hotly on it repeatedly, licking all over. Kissing and sucking. Leaving trails of saliva as she worked toward the tip, slurping at the glans. She coiled her tongue around the ridge, scraping off the thick residue.

Displaying the skilled tongue technique of a starving woman, Nyrn thoroughly savored the man's shaft. With every rub of her plump, thick lips, the erection swelled another size larger.

—Watching her devour the male organ with such abandon, Aery stood up as if drawn by an invisible force.

Her sandy eyes were riveted to the erection, unable to focus on anything else.

"… Nn, ku."

Charlotte too couldn't help but gulp. She had only been toyed with for a single night, but precisely because of that, the memories of that day remained vivid.

Though she tried to steady her breathing, her heartbeat quickened and her feet turned toward him. Klop, klop—hard footsteps echoed, closing the distance to Yoal with each step.

"Alma. Stick out your tongue."

"… Fah, an… y-yes…"

"A-Aahn… Yo-al! Look over here too…!"

"Shut up and keep sucking, cum dumpster… Getting close now."

"Uuuuu… Geez…"

Nicha, picha, nucha. Their tongues intertwined as Yoal exchanged a deep tongue kiss with Almaeira. They exchanged their clouded saliva, swirling their tongues together as they savored each other. After licking each other's oral membranes with wet sounds, Yoal ran his fingers roughly through Nyrn's hair as he swallowed.

Despite being looked down upon, Nyrn seemed pleased as her cheeks softened. She sucked harder on the shaft, wrapped her long tongue around it, and skillfully worked the glans with slurping sounds.

The entire shaft was enveloped in pleasure as if having its essence sucked out, the tip throbbing hotly. His hips tingled with sweet numbness as wave after wave of ejaculatory urge built up.

"—Nyrn. Hogging it isn't fair."

In that instant, Aery snatched Yoal's member from the left.

She took the glans that had just been in Nyrn's mouth into her own, working it with her small lips as her oral membrane rubbed against it. She licked wetly at the tip, constantly coaxing the man toward release.

"W-Wait!? This is the cock I so carefully cultivated!?"

"Yoal-sama's cock belongs to Alma-sama. And as long as Alma-sama permits, it belongs to everyone."

"Uuu…! H-Hurry up and give it back…!"

Perhaps because she'd been shown such a shameless display of gluttony, Aery's oral service was intense from the start.

With her small head, she took in half the erection at once, plastering her oral membrane against it as she stroked upward. Loud wet sounds echoed repeatedly, and each time, Yoal was assaulted by intense pleasure.

Nyrn watched enviously as Aery worked the shaft with her lips. She wiggled her hips longingly, gently kneading Yoal's testicles with her palm.

"U, gu…"

"… Ehehe… Like this… I can see Yoal's orgasm face really well… That face about to shoot sperm, so cute…"

"Stop it, that's not something to look at…"

"… No. This is… payback for always looking at my embarrassing orgasm face…"

Having that said to him, Yoal had no comeback. He endured the carnal pleasure with thick veins standing out on his erection, tensing his lower body.

"Give me a taste too, Aery."

"… Very well. I shall share equally."

"Wait, it's my turn… Aaaah!!"

"You were just enjoying it a moment ago."

Nyrn stubbornly sucked and licked at the scrotum. Aery kept licking the precum stuck in her mouth. Charlotte kissed the tip, finally getting her turn.

She moved her lips up to the ridge, pursing them. Hollowing her cheeks, pressing her oral membrane against it, she sucked hard.

—Jubobobobobo!!

"Ku… ah…!"

"Nn, mo! Nn, bo! Nn, po… nn, muu…!"

"Wh-Where's the 'just a taste'!? You're totally trying to suck out all the sperm!"

"Y-You mustn't let him cum just like that? We should share the results properly."

Nyrn protested loudly while Aery watched the oral service with bated breath.

Charlotte didn't mind the obscene wet sounds—rather, she sucked harder as if to make them louder. Shaking her head in small motions, she stroked the shaft with her lips, precisely stimulating the sensitive ridge. Though inexperienced, she knew the key points of servicing, and Yoal's shaft grew impossibly hard.

She rubbed up and down the rod like iron heated in a forge, as if washing and polishing it with her lips. Charlotte's oral membrane clung tightly to the shaft, staying pressed against it without letting go.

"Nn, mo! Nn, mu, nn, pu! Nn, pu! Jupo, jupu, nnpu…!"

Numo, her lips stretched out as she sucked on the shaft, slickly rubbing against the glans. She coiled her tongue wetly while licking up the precum, even adding twisting stimulation.

"… Fufu, Sharo… You're always so cool, but you've turned your lips into a cock-sucking tool… Yoal, are you going to cum…?"

"… Yeah, damn, I'm about to… cum…"

Chumu, chupu. While immersed in the deep kissing with Almaeira, he was driven toward climax by the intense vacuum fellatio.

Almaeira stroked his back where sweet numbness crawled, and Yoal let out a low groan of pleasure.

A cock-sucking tool. Though mocked as such, Charlotte's face turned bright red, yet she still didn't let go of the erection.

Her soft tongue coiled around it, pressing firmly against the tip. She kissed and sucked. With short strokes she rubbed at the ridge, looking up at Yoal with upturned eyes as if begging him to cum—

"N-No!!"

The instant the erection twitched with spasms, Nyrn snatched the shaft from the side, tears welling in her eyes.

She took the glans into her mouth protectively while her gaze wandered left and right.

"… Ah, dammit… Just a bit more…"

"Ih wash almosh my turn…!!"

"Honestly. I said just a taste."

"I never took my mouth off, did I?"

Charlotte laughed seductively while exhaling masculine-scented breath. She unhesitatingly sucked up one of his testicles, running her tongue along the base of the shaft.

Aery also licked wetly at the other testicle, running her tongue from the base to halfway up. As if to check Nyrn who held the glans, her small tongue traced up the underside vein.

"… I'll give it to all of you so calm down, you cum toilets."

"… Ah… Yoal… You've never called me that…"

"That's quite a demand…"

Almaeira stared intently at Yoal with eyes filled with envy, licking her lips.

She alone was his wedded wife, the woman he loved more than anyone. Treating her as a cum toilet was a bit much.

"Yoal's bride is Lady Alma…! But Yoal's cum toilet is me…!!"

"Opening."

"Aah!?"

The moment Nyrn's mouth left it, Aery kissed the ridge. She sucked, wrapped her tongue around it, licking the groove on the underside.

Charlotte also targeted the opposite side of the ridge, running her tongue wetly over it. Being licked and stroked at the shaft's most sensitive spot, Yoal's ejaculatory urge surged all at once.

"Here, I'll yield the front to you. You're the senior cum toilet after all…"

"Respect for one's elders is necessary, I believe."

"I-I'm not old!?"

"Didn't say that."

The pleasant sensation of wet lips sucking on him. While his hips trembled from the throbbing shaft, Yoal touched Charlotte's and Aery's hair. He ruffled them roughly as if praising their skilled oral service.

"… Well? Don't you want it?"

"I-I do, obviously I do…!"

And the moment he ruffled Nyrn's hair, she latched onto the base of the shaft. From there she licked up along the underside vein with her tongue, sucking at the tip. She stroked the base of the shaft rapidly, kneading the scrotum with one hand. Each time precum bubbled up, she slurped it and licked around the head again.

Chupa, chupu, chu. Jururu, jupu, jupun. Chu, chuku, juzozo—

Obscene wet sounds echoed constantly as he was loved by three sets of tongues and lips. Saliva and precum mixed together, no longer distinguishable. His erection stood tall from the pleasure, stretched to its limit.

Even the underside of the ridge was cleaned thoroughly by their tongues, and Yoal's menacingly swollen erection quivered with sweet aching.

"U… ku, a… c-coming…!"

"… Ehehe… It's okay, Yoal… Let it out… You always make my pussy so happy… Don't think about anything, just feel good and… let it all out…"

"… ', u, gu…!!"

Almaeira whispered softly into Yoal's ear. Her hot tongue curled around his earlobe, pouring in seductively tempting breath.

Thump, thump. Blood flowed into the erectile tissue of his shaft, arching back like a bow with an arrow nocked. The head swelled wide, signaling imminent ejaculation.

"Go on, cum… Scatter that thick sperm all over…"

"—Please bestow your precious seed upon us, Master…"

"Give it to me! Shoot that reward cum! Cover my face in sperm!"

The three women clustered around the man, each pressing their tongues against him seductively.

They begged for sperm in sweet, melting, fawning voices. Blatantly showing their cum-dumpster faces waiting for ejaculation, they thickly stroked up the ridge.

—In that instant, the thick shaft pulsed with exceptional intensity.

"Ku… u, a… coming, coming… gu, u—!!"

A thick groan suddenly escaped as the erection spasmed with a jerk.

The tip gaped open—thick white threads spurted out with force.

—Byugun, byuru, byugu!! Byupun, byupu, byubupu!! Byuku, byu, bupu!!

"Ku—haaaaah! S-So hoooot…!"

"… A, hi… Ah, nn… amaz… ing…"

"This, this is iiiit! A, haaahn…!"

A massive, extremely thick ejaculation. Each time the surging semen passed through his ejaculatory ducts, tremendous pleasure made Yoal's hips tremble.

In that moment, sperm shot out with fountain-like force, raining down on their faces. The foul, filthy liquid defiled their pretty faces, coating them thickly in cloudy white.

The three of them extended their tongues racing to be first, trying to slurp up as much sperm as possible. Despite being splattered with the obscene fluid, they rather blushed with delight.

"… Aha… Such amazing force… Yoal… you came unfaithfully…"

"Ku… u, gu…!!"

He shot back a look as if to say that wasn't fair, but he couldn't resist the pleasure surging with each pulse.

"… Just kidding," she giggled as she kissed him, and he returned the tongue kiss. Receiving oral service from all three while engaged in a deep tongue kiss, his entire body was repeatedly struck by waves of pleasurable electricity.

Byukun, byukun, still pulsing, the ejaculation continued unabated.

Yoal aimed the tip at each of them in turn, thoroughly spraying his gushing ejaculation on their faces.

"', ah… Too much force…"

"Please, on my tongue…"

"Aahn…"

Splattering against Charlotte's face, droplets of semen burst apart. Aery stuck out her tongue to receive it, while Nyrn opened her mouth obscenely wide to catch it.

The three of them showed off their oral membranes, asserting how much sperm they had caught. Making wet sounds in their mouths, they each savored the outrageously smelly and thick sperm.

Just as the force of ejaculation finally subsided, Almaeira's soft lips took the glans into her mouth.

"… Dish ish… I'll clean… your cock…"

"… Uku, a… That feels… too good…"

Panting roughly, Yoal savored the afterglow of ejaculation and the pleasure of the cleanup fellatio.

After being helped to ejaculation by all three, having his glans carefully cleaned by his beloved's lips. Her soft lips rubbed against the ridge, constantly licking around the tip. There was no way this wouldn't feel good.

Almaeira took it in all the way to the base, coating the shaft with her saliva. As if re-marking it with her scent, she wrapped her tongue around it and thoroughly sucked up the remaining fluid.

Juru, juzo, jupu, chupu—chupon.

"… Ehehe… Your cock is all clean now…"

"… My erection isn't going down at all though."

A lewd sound escaped as air left Almaeira's mouth. Released from the warm oral cavity, the shaft twitched longingly.

Not a single drop of semen remained at the tip. It had all been wiped away by Almaeira, leaving only her saliva coating the surface. The head was polished to a shine, still spreading its menacing crown.

"… Well well, I can't let that slide…"

"You mustn't let it build up, Yoal-sama… Please, use this toilet…"

"I'm going to have you spit out every last drop of cum from those balls…"

The three kneeling women all fixed their eyes on the standing erection, opening their mouths with upturned gazes.

Each in their own way, their fresh, pale pink oral membranes and light pink tongues peeked out—and inside their mouths, not a single drop of cum remained. They had drunk it all down, licked it all up, and swallowed it completely.

With cum-covered faces, they all fawned together, licking their lips as if unsatisfied. They offered their lips to his manhood as if lovingly, kissing it again and again.

"—Alma, is this really… okay with you?"

"… Just make sure to save some for tonight…"

Yoal suddenly looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath, then steeled himself.

Looking down at all three, he ruffled their soft hair as if in praise.

"… I won't take back my word, cum toilets. Don't think you'll be drinking anything but cum for a while."

"… B-Big talk… I'll make you keep going until I'm satisfied, you know…?"

"If you collapse before Lady Alma, I won't forgive you…"

"I'd be fine with this forever…"

"I wouldn't."

"W-Wait, that's only mean to me!?"

"Your statement was especially bad."

To Yoal's deadpan response, Almaeira kissed his cheek. Then, puffing out her cheeks, she said:

"I'm also, um, in agreement, you know…"

"Sorry. My bad."

"… Then, next time, I'll also be Yoal's cum toilet… or rather, toilet wife…"

"… After the baby is born."

"… Promise…?"

Yoal affectionately stroked her prominently swollen belly. Almaeira smiled softly as they exchanged a deep, intimate kiss.

Nyrn, Aery, Charlotte. The three kneeling at his feet also exchanged smiles, kissing Yoal's erection as if making a vow.

   

Almaeira, second queen of the "Witchlands."

As one who maintained the world's balance, she contributed to preserving peace for many long years.

At her side were always one husband and three close attendants who devotedly supported her.

The husband was said by some accounts to be unfaithful, but the prevailing view holds this to be a misunderstanding arising from the extraordinary number of children he sired.