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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Ludmilla, her luscious golden hair spread across the pillow, lay with her legs spread, ready to receive me.
It was a captivating sight.
Breathtaking.
I felt a surge of excitement, a primal thrill at the prospect of finally joining with her. I slowly approached, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Is… is this alright?”
“Of course. You are beautiful, Ludmilla.”
“W-What… What are you even looking at…!”
“My apologies.”
Even the boldest and most valiant of women couldn’t help but blush when a man praised the beauty of her most intimate parts.
But I meant every word.
Her honeyed folds, glistening with dew-like secretions, were a sight to behold. I was captivated, almost reverent.
Beautiful.
Even the princess’s vagina exuded a noble elegance.
Creak—!
“Kyaa!”
I extended a finger, gently caressing her honeyed folds.
Ludmilla’s slender shoulders twitched as a soft moan escaped her lips.
“May I… enter?”
“…Don’t ask such silly questions. You are my betrothed. Of course it’s alright.”
Her vagina pulsed rhythmically, a clear sign of readiness.
And Ludmilla had given her consent.
There was no reason to hesitate.
I positioned myself, my erection throbbing like a primed explosive.
“Hnn!”
It felt like plunging a red-hot iron rod into a mold.
My penis parted her delicate folds, pushing its way into her tight warmth. Ludmilla arched her back, a gasp escaping her lips as she took me deeper.
I slowly pushed forward.
But then, I encountered a barrier.
The hymen.
Proof of her virginity, a testament to her purity as a princess of the Valtarian Empire.
Twenty-seven years.
A premium hymen, preserved for nearly three decades. I hesitated, my penis poised at the entrance, half-buried within her warmth, unsure if I should proceed.
“W-Why… are you stopping…?”
Had she sensed my hesitation?
Ludmilla’s voice was laced with a playful impatience, as if she was deliberately teasing me.
“I was simply… hesitant to take Your Highness’s virginity. Of course, I would never refuse such a glorious opportunity, but I’m a little… nervous.”
“You truly are a coward!”
Such timidity was unbecoming of the hero who had single-handedly saved the Valtarian Empire from the clutches of the cultists.
Where was the brave and righteous young lord of House Hohenberc?
Ludmilla sighed, exasperated by my sudden display of insecurity. She boldly wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.
“Quickly… make me your woman. It’s alright… It’s you. I want it to be you. You are my one and only…!”
“Ludmilla.”
Ludmilla, overcoming her shyness, confessed her true feelings. My hesitation had been a foolish mistake.
I embraced her, my heart filled with a newfound confidence.
And then—
I thrust into her.
I felt a slight resistance as my penis broke through her hymen.
Despite being a virgin, I knew what it felt like. The delicate membrane, a testament to her purity, tore, granting me access to her innermost depths.
“Haa…! Haaaang!!”
—Squish-
—Squish, squish!
With each thrust, her slick warmth enveloped me, and a trickle of blood, a crimson testament to her lost virginity, flowed.
A surge of exhilaration coursed through me. I had made the noble and valiant princess mine.
I buried my face in her ample breasts, my penis buried deep within her, thrusting with renewed vigor.
“Haaang! Haaang! Ha… Haaaang!!”
Her moans filled the room.
The initial pain was fleeting. Accustomed to hardship and endurance, Ludmilla quickly overcame the discomfort, surrendering to the waves of pleasure washing over her.
“Gently… please… You’re moving like a beast…!”
“I am overjoyed to be Ludmilla’s man. I will pour my heart and soul into pleasuring you.”
“There’s… no need for such enthusiasm… Ooooh, Ahhh!!”
“Nonsense. It is my duty to make you feel as good as possible.”
Driven by a sense of responsibility, almost a sacred duty, I continued to thrust.
Ludmilla bucked beneath me, her hips meeting each thrust, taking me deeper.
“Does it feel good?”
“D-Don’t ask such… embarrassing questions…!”
With each thrust, the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the room. Ludmilla’s moans grew louder, a testament to the pleasure I was giving her.
I was doing a good job.
Confident in my performance, I turned my attention to Zebeline, who stood patiently beside the bed. I lowered my head and began to lick her vagina.
“Heeek…! Hnn!”
Her scent, a heady mix of innocence and arousal, filled my nostrils.
Her soft, delicate folds, slick with her own fluids, felt exquisite against my lips and tongue.
I gently sucked on her clitoris, teasing it with my lips. Zebeline’s vagina spasmed, squirting a stream of clear fluid.
A dedicated saintess indeed.
Even in the throes of passion, she continued to produce her holy water.
I held her trembling thighs apart, preventing her from closing her legs. Zebeline, her body shaking like a newborn fawn, surrendered to my ministrations.
“D-Don’t lick so deep…! It’s dirty…!”
“It’s not dirty. It’s sweet.”
“S-Sweet…?! That’s impossible…!”
“Even if it were dirty, it wouldn’t matter. We’re lovers, aren’t we?”
—*Chuup-. Chulup…! *
I eagerly lapped at her sweet nectar.
I even ventured deeper, my tongue exploring her depths.
Zebeline, overwhelmed by a mixture of shame and pleasure, writhed beneath me, her body a canvas of conflicting emotions. She wanted to escape, to pull away from my touch, yet the pleasure I was giving her kept her rooted to the spot.
“G-Gently…! No, thrust into me as hard as you want!”
“I don’t know! I don’t know anymore…! Ahhh! It feels so good!”
Ludmilla, her slender waist wrapped around my legs, pleaded for more.
And Zebeline, eager for a more intense pleasure, spread her legs wider.
Could there be a more erotic sight?
I continued to savor Zebeline’s sweetness as I conquered the princess’s depths.
“Ludmilla.”
“I love you…! Chuup!”
I kissed Ludmilla, my lips still slick with Zebeline’s nectar.
Ludmilla, her slender arms wrapped around my neck, eagerly accepted my kiss.
“Where should I cum?”
“Th-That’s…!”
“It’s a bit early for a pregnancy, don’t you think? We just had our first time.”
“No! It’s alright…! So, please… cum inside me! Fill me… as much as you want!”
I had deliberately mentioned pulling out to observe Ludmilla’s reaction.
As expected, she eagerly requested me to finish inside her, her face flushed with a mixture of desire and embarrassment.
“It’s so tight. As expected of the Empire’s Red Dragon, even your vagina is the strongest.”
“Shut… Shut up…! It’s embarrassing…!”
It was still a struggle to enter her.
Ludmilla’s vagina gripped me tightly.
—Squish! Squish!
It felt like her walls were actively pulling me deeper, the friction intense.
Even though she was thoroughly lubricated, her warmth was incredibly tight. Ludmilla’s vagina, a reflection of her headstrong personality, was clearly designed for intense pleasure.
“As you command, I will cum inside you. Please, carry my child.”
“Q-Quickly…! Just do it…!”
Ludmilla’s slender waist bucked beneath me.
And in that moment,
My penis, tormented by her tight warmth, erupted, unleashing a torrent of semen.
I could hear the bubbling sounds as my seed filled her. But I didn’t stop thrusting, continuing to pound into her depths, my hips slamming against hers.
“Hnn, Haaaang…! Haaaaang!!”
Her moans intensified.
Ludmilla, her saliva dripping from her open mouth, abandoned all sense of decorum.
The princess’s usual composure and dignity were nowhere to be found.
Only a woman, writhing in the throes of passion, remained.
“Hnnn…! Haa… Ahh! It feels so good… so incredibly good…! Ravish me! Ruin me… I don’t care…!”
Who could have imagined this?
The valiant Ludmilla, the Red Dragon who had protected the Valtarian Empire from the monstrous cultists and demons, now lay beneath me, utterly consumed by pleasure.
From virginity to impregnation, a direct route.
I had conquered one of the continent’s Seven Strongest with my penis.
With each shudder of her slender waist, semen leaked from her vagina, a milky white testament to my victory. Her vagina, spurting my seed like a fountain, was a sight that defied her usual valiant image.
—Drip…!
And then, as a final act of surrender, a stream of urine flowed from her.
The Red Dragon’s vagina, filled with my seed, had finally yielded.
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