Mirellia's Offer

Naofumi waited in the balcony where the Queen of Melromarc, Mirellia Melromarc, had chosen to speak with him in relative peace and privacy. Her Shadows were already both stationed outside the room and a few serving as bodyguards inside it. Filo, Melty, and Raphtalia were also present, the three girls sitting on the bed with Melty and Filo touching Raphtalia's exposed small bumpy belly.

Smiling at that, Naofumi felt a surge of pride. He then turned to the silent Queen while she watched down on her kingdom.

"It's not easy being the ruler of a nation," she said straight out of the blue; her eyes fixed on the view. "Most assume it is just people standing over everyone else, oppressing the weak, living a life of debauchery and luxury, with no responsibilities at all," she chuckled. "Whilst they aren't too wrong on the debauchery part, everything else only incompetent fools, such as Malty and my soon-to-be-ex-husband, actually do."

"Oh?" Naofumi muttered, his interest piqued.

"Tell me, Lord Shield Hero, what do you know about the waves?"

"I know I don't know enough about them aside from what Fitoria told me. Also, your husband really dropped the ball there," Naofumi replied. "Condemning other places to suffer them without the aid of a single Hero."

"It's worse than you think," Mirellia lamented.

Naofumi noticed how hard she was squeezing her magical fan, how her milky-white hands trembled in barely contained rage. Intrigued, he asked. "What do you mean?"

"The world before the waves was on the verge of war. I went to extensive lengths to ensure that each of the major nations would summon a Hero of their choosing one at a time, starting with Siltvelt who would've picked you instantly," she turned to Naofumi. "In Siltvelt, a demi-human supremacist nation, the Shield Hero is venerated and loved."

"I should head to Siltvelt immediately, then," he half-joked. "Sure as hell beats the treatment I've gotten here since I was summoned."

"And it is entirely my fault," she said, regretfully. "I trusted that Aultcray with the kingdom. I thought he'd be wise enough to relent his idiotic hatred for demi-humans and the actions of the long lost Shield Hero. But I was a fool. That imbecile summoned all four Heroes at the same time, nearly causing all nations to attack Melromarc, and costing the lives of untold thousands due to his stupidity."

Mirellia gritted her teeth in frustration. "And the Church… I was so close to crack down upon them, but the waves arrived first. The world needs the four divine Heroes, not just three. As much as Siltvelt is hateful of humans and venerate the Shield Hero, who enabled their ancestors to build their kingdom and sided with demi-humans in the old war, they know full well the four heroes are necessary."

"So, in short, I got summoned by an old man that hates me just because I wear the shield, he hates demi-humans, and is an impulse-driven bastard that worked to get me killed, despite knowing my death would only mean the heroes would fail and this world would most likely perish?" He summarized. Mirellia nodded. "Why in the blazes did you marry that incompetent idiot?" He exclaimed. "Sorry if I insult your father, Melty," she apologized looking at the blue-haired girl.

"Don't worry, Naofumi. That man stopped being my father after everything I saw in that mansion," she said coldly. "The same goes for my sister. Her ambition is far too great and her methods despicable. Had she shown competence and skill to be an acceptable Queen, I would've forfeited the throne on my own," she confessed.

This surprised Naofumi. "You don't want the throne?"

"I never had interest for it, but since Malty is… Malty, I had no other choice but support mother," she smiled. "In truth, I always dreamt about becoming a filolial rancher," she leaned against Filo. "To caress and touch and ride and smell filolials all day. Tending to them and feeding them, watching the little ones grow up!" She giggled enthusiastically, her entire body shivering from imagining herself in that role. "What heaven!"

"Mel-chan," Filo said, one hand covering her crotch as she rubbed Raphtalia's belly with the other. "C-Could you… help Filo?"

"Of course!" Melty replied. In a flash, Melty moved Filo's dress up to reveal her hardened length. Without any shame or fuss, Melty began to pump it.

"Hey!" Naofumi tried to protest but Mirellia's giggling caused him to stop. "You don't mind it?"

"I certainly do not," she replied. "Melty is much like me in many regards."

"Huh…" Naofumi muttered, amused. Then, he smirked. "Then you wouldn't mind if I test if mother and daughter share other qualities?"

"I do not mind, Lord Shield Hero. That way, we can continue our dealings with far more liberty and peace of mind," she replied as she moved to remove her dress but a hand stopped her. She raised an eyebrow.

"If you don't mind, then I'd like you to keep that dress for now," he said as he moved behind her, slyly lifting her dress.

"You are taking many liberties here, Naofumi-sama," she teased.

"Don't act like you were not going to offer your body in exchange for me to remain in Melromarc at some point in the negotiation," he replied.

"Intelligent, strong, diligent, humble, cunning, and sly. Oh, how I adore these qualities in a man," she explained. "And I take you'd like to ravage me here in the balcony?"

"Quite so," he replied. He smiled as his hand found something interesting. Or rather, a certain lack of something. "No underwear of any sort?"

"I came prepared," Mirellia answered. Bending a little to rest against the edge of the balcony, she presented herself to Naofumi.

He chuckled and took out his now erect penis. He smiled when he saw a sort of substance sticking out from her bare pussy. "Very well prepared, I see. No room for tomfoolery?" He wondered as he aligned his penis with her entrance and pushed; the lubrication, whatever it was, warm and moist thanks to her carnal heat.

"Politics before pleasure, Lord Shield Hero," she explained with a grunt. "G-Goodness gracious… it's been such a long time since I last felt a true man's equipment spreading me so deliciously," she murmured. Then, with a clap of her hands, the Shadows moved.

Idly, Naofumi looked back to see that Melty was now giving Filo a blowjob while Raphtalia was now being tended by Shadows; kissing her, massaging her belly, and slowly undressing her. Turning his attention back to Mirellia, he grunted as he reached her deepest wall. "Damn. Mother and daughter are, indeed, alike!" He praised. "You never answered me why you married that idiot."

"Believe it or not, I loved that man for he was very much like you, or at least I thought he was," he moaned as Naofumi started to slowly thrust. "H-He was once a great hero himself. The Hero of the Vassal Staff, and his efforts saved Melromarc years prior. I don't know how he turned out this way. But shortly after becoming king, his colors started to fade as he embraced riches far more than responsibilities."

"I don't know if it of much help, but I'm sorry you had to endure him," Naofumi thrust again, moaning and enjoying her warmth and tightness. "F-Fuck, your pussy is almost good enough to convince me to stay here in Melromarc."

"Almost?" She asked with a soft glare.

"Mirellia," he chuckled. "You may be the embodiment of what, in my world, call a MILF. But if you haven't noticed, I currently have three companions I fuck on a regular basis," he leaned forward to kiss her neck. "Melty, in particular, is quite eager to get a cock inside her, see?"

They both glanced back to see Melty and Filo, now nude, embracing each other as Melty rode Filo's lap eagerly. Raphtalia, on the other hand, was being eaten out by a Shadow as the other two pampered her with massages, kissed, licks, and caresses all over her naked body.

"She's too much like her mother. I'm so proud of my little Melty in more ways than one," she moaned loudly. "I was planning on punishing her for not informing me about your 'qualities', Naofumi-sama," she moaned again as Naofumi rewarded her with a spank.

Naofumi watched, enthralled, as Mirellia's succulent flesh jiggled about; how pliable it was to his touch. She was, indeed, a prize worth waging a war for, he concluded. With that in mind, he gave her a series of particularly hard thrusts, each of them making her moan loudly.

"So… what's going to happen with him and that whore of a daughter of yours?" Naofumi asked, wanting to bring their negotiations back on track.

"They'll be executed, of course," she replied as she pushed her body back against Naofumi's.

"As much as I want them dead," he growled. "And I do, for you to say it like that feels cold for some reason."

"I'm a Queen, Naofumi-sama. I have little time to show clemency. Less so for scum," she spat. "May I ask something now that you brought Malty into our conversation?" A hard thrust was her answer. "Did you rape her?"

"I may have come down a slippery slope since my arrival," he admitted as he reached to her front to grope her breasts through her dress. "I've gotten one of my companion pregnant, I have no qualms about having sexual intercourse with young girls or even my little Filo, whom I see as a daughter," he grunted. "But I'm no rapist."

"Would you be interested in punishing Malty yourself?" She asked before letting out a moan of pleasure. "K-Killing her outright is what she deserves, but is it what you desire?"

Naofumi was silent as he pumped against the Queen's inviting snatch for several moments. "I want her to suffer," he admitted. "I want her realizing her life is now meaningless. That she's worthless. I want her to see her destroyed and humiliated," Naofumi said, each word translating as him thrusting just a little harder into Mirellia's tight, royal cunt.

"A-And t-the former-king?" She asked, moaning and groaning, her legs quivering and feeling like jelly as Naofumi continued his assault.

Again, Naofumi was silent. Sure, he hated king whatever-his-name-was. He also wanted to see him suffer, but something was stopping him. He felt nothing but hate, contempt, and bile repugnance towards Malty. That whore had tricked him, cheated several times, nearly made him lost Raphtalia, smeared his reputation, did everything in her power so that everything in his general vicinity simply shat on him.

Simply put, her ass was his to butcher now that sweet revenge was at his reach. A loud moan and a squeeze from Mirellia distracted him for a moment. She, much like Melty, shared the same telltale signs that they were approaching climax, he realized. For a giddy moment, he wondered if Malty was the same. Suddenly, a wicked idea came to him. The perfect revenge for someone as despicable as that whore.

But before proposing his new idea to Mirellia, he first needed to think about what to do with the idiot king. Looking back once more into the room, he found Raphtalia, legs spread wide, still having her pussy ravished by a Shadow that now acted as if her life depended on Raphtalia's juice. He couldn't blame the Shadow, Raphtalia's taste was nearly impossible to resist. Another idea came to mind at that.

Next to her, Filo had taken the upper hand over Melty and was now pinning her against the bed.

"Fuck me, Filo-chan!" Melty screamed, her legs crossed behind Filo's back. "G-Give me filolial babies to raise!"

"M-Mel-chan! You're so tight!" Filo screamed as she pistoned her hips against Melty's. Not that the blue-haired girl could do much about her current predicament even if she wanted to. Filo had her locked firmly in a mating press.

As they sloppily kissed, her hips thundering with wet, meaty slaps of pure lust, he wondered when would Filo be old enough to bear children of her own or impregnate willing girls like Melty. Thoughts for later, he realized as his eyes moved back to Raphtalia.

Her vengeance was complete. The pig that had tortured her and her friends, who had ransacked her village, locked the survivors away, caged them and sold them like livestock and slaves, was dead and gone. And while he didn't die by her hand, his fate had been pushed that way by her and her alone. But it wasn't enough. The true culprit was still alive.

"Mirellia," he grunted and he felt his climax approaching. "I want Raphtalia to kill Aultcray," he groaned loudly, his breathing increasingly growing ragged as he fucked the gorgeous Queen.

"If that's what you want, it shall be done so," she replied. "Aaaaahhhh! She yelled as she nearly dropped her fan. Her lady juice stained her dress as it pooled on the ground, the excess of it soon dripping down the edge of the balcony. "A-A-And… MaltyyyYYYYY!" She asked as Naofumi passed an arm around her throat, pulling her to him while he pounded her pussy relentlessly.

Naofumi smirked. "I want that bitch to belong to me," he began. "I want her crawling at my feet after scaring her half to death during the execution tomorrow," he grunted, his teeth scraping against each other as his mounting orgasm neared. "I got to fuck two out of the three Royal Cunts, I have to complete the full set, now don't I? She cried that I raped her? Well, I'm going to rape her in front of the entire damn kingdom. Make her my slave and my breeding bitch for as long as I want!"

He screamed and with a final 'thwack' of skin slapping against skin, he came. Mirellia moaned, she sensation of having her womb filled to the brim and beyond with thick, potent seed sending her through a second orgasm. She now dropped the fan, thankfully just to the floor of the balcony. Excess seed dripped out from her clenching folds and mixed with the sizeable pool laying on the floor.

Letting go of her and stepping back, Naofumi watched the Queen fall to her knees with ragged breath, the same as his. He watched her moan happily, rubbing her belly in satisfaction as the sloshing white mess inside her gave her the most satisfactory warmth of all. He gasped, however, when the Queen lowered her head to the puddle in order to suck, lick, and slurp her own juices and his mixed semen. Once the floor was sparkling clean and his cock was throbbing madly again, she crawled to him.

Having traded places, he now leaned against the edge of the balcony for support while the Queen, without ordering her to do so, began licking, kissing, and sucking his cock clean.

"Ngggghhh!" He grunted loudly, his hands firmly holding her head by the hair. "D-Damn, Mirellia. I don't know whose the better cocksucker: Fitoria, Melty, or you. It might be a tie!" He stifled a yell as Mirellia took his entire length down her throat, sucking it fiercely for the last bit of cum still trapped in his urethra. "I also didn't know you were this hungry for cock. Don't you have Shadows that can please you?"

"Of course I do," she said after pulling back, her tongue dancing around his cockhead. "But you're special," she kissed it. "You're our most beloved and capable Lord Shield Hero," she pulled back and burped quite ladylike. "Excuse me," she giggled before continuing her cleaning job.

"Still trying to buy me and stay here, eh?" He taunted. "Why should I stay? If I leave for Siltvelt, I'm sure they'll let me have any woman I desire, let me do whatever I want, and they'll love me all the same," he said.

"Because I can offer you what you desire," she kissed his cock once more. "Malty's yours. Do with her as you please. And to sweeten the deal, I and Melty shall join you in humiliating her like the bitch she is."

"Bitch… Hey, can I change her name to Bitch?" He mused, smiling.

"She'll be your property. Do as you please with her," Mirellia replied. "Also, if you decide to stay, my chambers doors shall always be open for you."

"You can keep your chambers. I only care about how far your legs can spread," he smirked.

"Then, it shall be so. Nao~fu~mi~sa~ma~" She sang before focusing on her blowjob.

"Tempting. I might just accept," he chuckled in response.

"Naofumi-samaaaaaa," Raphtalia cried.

Naofumi looked down to find, much to his surprise, that Raphtalia and one of the Shadows were crawling towards him. Looking inside the room, he found Melty laying on the bed, legs spread wide, while a Shadow tongued her pussy as it oozed white cum. Next to her was Filo, pounding violently against the third Shadow's cunt, the older woman moaning like a wanton whore.

He chuckled internally. Had he really been so enraptured by Mirellia that he seldom noticed what was going on around him? He was forced to agree given her immense talent and skill. He was certainly trying to suck his sou out of his body with her fantastic technique.

"You're so mean, Naofumi-sama," Raphtalia protested. "Saying my blowjobs aren't good enough," she pouted as she managed to wriggle her way behind him and beneath his nutsack. She kissed them and the Shadow followed suit, licking obediently and kissing his left testicle while Raphtalia played with the right one.

"You're blowjobs are fantastic, Raphtalia. Their skill is vastly superior, I have to admit," he answered. Raphtalia wasn't quite happy with the answer but settled for it… for now. "Mirellia?"

"Mmmhhmm?" She replied with a throaty moan, she was enjoying herself too much at the moment to stop.

"...Forget it. I'll tell you about it another time. You seem pretty busy right now," he said and the Queen was quick to put her full efforts back where it mattered. Leaning comfortably against the edge, Naofumi glanced at the kingdom below and for the first time since his arrival, it actually looked half-decent.

End.