Chapter 327: It Is Not That I Am Being Invited

"Your Majesty, I think you told me before. Somewhere there is a person with more ability than you. And that person is hidden, so you must not let your guard down. The ones who attacked just now surely had a hiding ability that would not be known to Your Majesty’s sense."

Her Majesty nodded at my words.

"Yes. I was complacent. I thought that with my own ability I would know everything. The ability users who come out in the open are only a small part. Among those hiding their own ability there must be many with more ability than I. Being saved by Robbie tonight was truly fortunate. I give thanks to God."

Her Majesty clung tight. Then her hands began to shake again.

"I... I am no good. I, um, I, if Robbie does not s-save me... hah, haah, haah, haah."

Her Majesty started to go odd again. Her breathing was odd. She was trying to say something, but she only let out air, zeh zeh, and could not take it in? Holding her throat with a hand,

"Hah hah hah hah"

The breath was terribly fast, and it seemed she could not take air in. Hyperventilation? Then what do I do? Put a paper bag to her mouth? I do not have such a thing on hand. Make her breathe regular? What do I do. Force the breath? Meaning I took Her Majesty’s cheeks in my hands and turned her toward me. Then I kissed her all at once. I pushed my breath in and drew a large breath. Then pushed breath in and drew. I repeated that slow.

Her eyes round, the thrashing Her Majesty little by little matched my breathing. The stiffness left her whole body and the breathing settled. Good. It worked, I thought, and Her Majesty’s tongue entered my mouth. My tongue was wound up by Her Majesty’s tongue. Her Majesty’s tongue, a little dry, grew wet inside my mouth.

Her Majesty swallowed my saliva, gulp gulp. I think the end of this flow is already visible. Is that all right? There is no reason to hesitate.

I think Her Majesty is only clinging and kissing, but Her Majesty’s breast hit my hand, and my standing son hit Her Majesty’s belly. Of course Her Majesty said nothing, but she knew what was hitting her. Once her body jerked!! but she did not take her body away, pressed still closer, and said nothing. That spoke eloquently that Her Majesty understood.

After a while Her Majesty’s hand went down from my nape and gripped my son over the underwear. She let out a large breath, haa, Her Majesty’s hand went into the underwear, and she gripped my son directly. She took her face away and looked at me sitting still. In the faint light Her Majesty’s eyes shone fierce. A bewitching light.

Soon Her Majesty’s hand began to go up and down and stroke my son. I stretched a hand down, timid, and reached Her Majesty’s underwear. When I put a finger inside there was hair wrapping the fingertip. Past a very small grassland I reached the slit. The slit was open, and the fingertip touched a protrusion.

"Uh!?"

A scream-like sound leaked from Her Majesty’s mouth. When I rubbed the tip of that protrusion with a fingertip, Her Majesty’s wide-open eyes stayed on me, her mouth twisted,

"Uu..."

a sound leaked.

I wanted to go further, but I must not go further than this? And still I felt this was the first and last chance. While I circled with a fingertip, my heart hesitated, and Her Majesty strengthened the force gripping my son and began to move hard up and down.

"Uh!?"

A sound leaked from me at the stimulus that strengthened all at once. My fingertip shaking on Her Majesty’s protrusion was wet. Slick warm fluid was traveling.

"I might have become a plaything for the thieves..."

Her Majesty murmured.

"By now I might have been killed... I could do nothing. I was powerless..."

Tears mixed in the voice.

"Robbie saved me... and I live on like this... aaah... Robbie, I thank you..."

Her Majesty said it mixed with tears. Had the shock still not been wiped away?

"Robbie, aah!"

Her Majesty let go of my son and folded my head in both hands. Her breasts hit my face. Her Majesty rubbed her cheek in my hair.

"Robbie, I thank you. How should I thank you... Robbie, thank you... There is nothing I can do for you, but for now please do as you like with my body... as you like... aah, dear Robbie..."

She said it earnest. Her Majesty’s passion flowed into me from cheek and from hand. The hoop on my heart was all gone with this.

The join of Her Majesty’s thighs hit my son pointing straight up. Hot fluid traveled from there. I set my hands on Her Majesty’s waist, lowered it a little, shifted the underwear aside, and when the head found the lips that sought me I pulled Her Majesty’s waist down hard.

"Uh!?"

Her Majesty raised a scream. The head went into Her Majesty in one go with no resistance. I could feel it wrapped in warm flesh. My son stayed still, but the wrapping flesh began to twitch. Her Majesty was embarrassed, maybe, and did not look at my face. We were pressed close so the light no longer mattered. I had put it in... at last it had gone in. Her Majesty had wished it, and I, even if I call it momentum, had at last crossed the line.

Neither of us moved, but Her Majesty’s passage was stirring. The head was clenched. It was like this even without moving. What would it be if we moved? But Her Majesty showed no sign of moving. I set my hands on Her Majesty’s waist and raised and lowered Her Majesty’s waist. The flesh of the passage wrapping my son moved clinging to it.

"Aah!? Ah! Ah!"

Her Majesty’s voice rang. This is bad. I put the edge of the blanket in Her Majesty’s mouth.

"Lady Scarlett, your voice must not be heard."

Her Majesty nodded, gulp gulp. The waist I had been raising and lowering with my hands began to rise and fall without my hands. And that movement grew faster. It was only simple up and down, but around the base of my son it grew wet and soaked.

"Kh, kh, kh"

Her Majesty’s muffled voice. More than Her Majesty’s voice, the sound of my son going in and out rang. Guchu, guchu, guchu, an obscene sound, growing faster little by little. Force went into Her Majesty’s fingers gripping my shoulders. My son was wrung and wrung and growing dangerous.

"Y-your Majesty, I, I am about to, come, out!"

At my voice Her Majesty said,

"It is fine! Let it out, inside! I am all right, so inside, let it out!!"

she shouted, dropped her waist hard, and moved front to back. My face was buried in her breasts and the passage clenched up. Byu!! I poured into Her Majesty. Her Majesty jerked! I poured still more, byu!

Her Majesty’s arms folded my head.

"Robbie, Robbie, Robbie"

she called it over and over, spilling tears. Still holding my son she ground her waist front to back. Now and then Her Majesty shuddered hard, and the passage clenched with her. My son was being begged for once more, once more.