Chapter 11 A Little Nibble of the Princess
Adlan left the room behind with a click of the lock, and Belvant lifted Marietta off his lap, moving across the room to gently set her down on the sofa next to the room’s tea table before lowering himself down as well. On that sofa meant for two, the small Marietta found herself right up against Belvant’s well-built body.
“I suppose you’re tired? Have some tea and rest a bit.”
“Well, I feel well enough. On the other hand, you must be tired with how enthusiastically you have taken to your work, Sir Belvant. Really, there is such a dreadful amount of work for you, no?”
“Certainly, since my work involves information covering the entire country. At times, I can delegate some tasks to Adlan, but since so much of it requires close analysis and follow-through, it ends up quite the trouble. After all, my subordinates would forget how to swing a sword well if I ordered them all into offices.”
“Is there anything I might do to help?”
“If I had to say, being close like you are right now is good.”
“Understood!”
A teacup in hand, Marietta sweetly smiled and nodded her assent, and his boorish fingers softly pet her hair.
“What well tended, beautiful hair. It’s easy to see you care for it well. It’s unfortunate you would come to be the wife of a man like me, only good for fighting wars.”
“It’s not unfortunate at all.”
Marietta set her cup back on the table and twisted about the narrow space to face Belvant.
“I can only think that Sir Belvant is a magnificent gentleman, and I am quite fortunate to be with him.”
“You do not have to force yourself to say that.”
“I am not forcing myself at all.”
“Women who see me all escape as soon as they are able though.”
“It’s good if those inferior insects don’t even try!”
“… This adorable person here is surprisingly strong-willed.”
Belvant gave a soft chuckle as Marietta grew red. Beautiful, adorable, Marietta had heard all these compliments before, but for some reason, whenever Belvant said them, Marietta’s chest would tighten and she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
“Sir Belvant surely prefers women who are more mature, right? Women who are, compared to me, more…”
” ‘More…’ what?”
“Who have more abundant breasts, and such?”
“Breasts… Does it worry you?”
“No, worry? I don’t mind at all-“
She did mind.
Belvant pondered for a moment before he spoke again.
“Marietta, since we will become husband and wife, we should address our worries about the situation.”
“Oh, well, that would be the case, yes?
Marietta obediently nodded, and Belvant revealed a satisfied face.
“In that case, will you let me judge them for myself?”
“Hm? HUH?”
Belvant extended his fingers towards the ribbon above Marietta’s chest and skillfully untied it. At the unexpected situation, Marietta’s eyes flew open, and she was unable to decide whether she should try to conceal her breasts as the fluffy, white swells peeked through her dress.
“U-um, uh-“
“Aren’t these rather splendid? They are a perfect fit for my hands.”
Belvant, his face unchanging, took Marietta’s breasts in his hands.
Wha- what are you doing, Sir Belvant?
A man’s strong,angular hands were fondling the soft portions of her body she had concealed from the world. Marietta trembled as a brand new feeling was born within her.
Aah, what is this? How could I be doing something so embarrassing before Sir Belvant… My body feels a little strange…
Marietta herself felt completely perplexed, and she even felt she could say the current situation was quite disgraceful for her, but she couldn’t call the feeling of Belvant’s hands upon her detestable. If anything, she felt it was a pleasant experience.
This is quite immodest of me, but everywhere Sir Belvant touches feels hot enough to burn up.
Those hands mushed into the marshmallow-like breasts, their form softly distorting. Even as she felt it improper, Marietta twisted her body around to completely offer her chest to Belvant.
“They feel pleasantly soft to the touch. Moreover, rubbing them like this improves circulation, which will help them grow larger, it’s said. If you want to assess that rumor’s validity, I am willing to help. However, I feel they are splendid as they are.”
“Oh, thank, you, Sir Belv-Aaah, Sir Belvant…”
Marietta was not sure how much of his words were mere flattery, but she turned to his diligently honest face and said her thanks with teary eyes.
Before long, within Belvant’s hands were two firm, faintly pink summits rubbing stiffly against his palms. Every movement would send pleasant, numb echoes through her lower half, and Marietta began to restlessly wiggle back and forth.
“Oh, it seems I’ve caused this here to swell. Unpardonable. It seems I’ve done something rude.”
“No, it’s-“
Belvant’s hands are quite gentle, she wanted to say, but before she could, those pointed pink protuberances were taken up in his mouth as he gently started to lick.
“Ahhn!”
At that moment, as though bound by chains of pleasure, Marietta arched her back. Looking down, her eyes were fixed in an ice blue gaze. With a soft, wet noise, Belvant brought the tip of her breast into his mouth and set his tongue in motion. His hands gently peeled back her dress, savoring the touch of her white skin. Those hands left a trail of fire in their wake, as Marietta’s body was dyed red. With some final moment of bashfulness, Marietta averted her eyes, and Belvant took her summit in a powerful kiss.
“Aaahhn!“
The innocent maiden looked to Belvant with clouded eyes, unaware that her gaze had shifted to that of a captivating woman.
“… Marietta, why is it you are so meek?”
“Ah, am I, meek..?”
“Even if I am to be your husband, you have said not one word of complaint. Why? Were you fiercely instructed not to do so?”
Belvant maintained his tempestuous assault, and as his teeth rubbed against Marietta’s stiff teat, she could not help but raise a cry from the feelings radiating through her body.
“Ahh, Sir Belvant, please don’t torment me”
“I want to see just how absurdly cute you can become.”
Belvant whispered into her ear with a subtle flick of his tongue, his hands each grabbing a breast to take over the work of his mouth.
“I know how I look. Do you not find me frightening?”
“Since, Sir Belvant is…”
“What do you mean?”
“I, since the first time I saw Sir Belvant’s portrait, that…”
Marietta’s voice dropped to the barest of whispers.
“He seems like such a dreamy gentleman, I thought. I like you… Sir Belvant…”
At the revelation provided by Marietta, her face dyed in embarrassment, the impact nearly gave Belvant a nosebleed.
“W-w-what-“
The decorated hero was more flustered in this moment than in any of the countless battles he had faced.
“Nooo, I can’t bring myself to say it again.”
Marietta crumbled, trying to hide her bright red face in her hands.
“Ma… Marietta…”
“Sir Belvant, ah, mmn-“
Belvant took his hands from Marietta’s chest and swept her up in a kiss.
“It’s already hopeless, how am I supposed to endure this!”
“Mm, nmm, mmNmm-“
Thrusting in his tongue, Marietta’s own tongue was swept away and entangled in his vehement movements as he took her mouth from every angle. Under the kiss as ferocious as a rutting beast, Marietta’s breathing soon grew faint, and before long she had nearly parted with her consciousness again.
Later, arriving exactly one hour after he had left, Adlan returned.
“This is overkill! I said you needed to get intimate with her, not attack her!”
Marietta looked like a doll whose strings had been cut, and Sierra shot Belvant a frigid glare as she carried the princess out.
“I have no regrets!”
Belvant, after nearly destroying Marietta’s chastity before marriage, reined in his overflowing rapture and burning desire by dumping cold water over his head again and again, eventually returning to his iron fortress demeanor.
[Author Note]
Oh Nooo~, Sir Belvant at last becomes a beast
But, just as the king wished, the two appear to be getting intimate.
How wonderful.