Chapter 10 - Life with my Fiancée
Ever since my formal engagement to Lady Elisabela Shreiburn...
My life has been proceeding smoothly. The biggest change is that I now have sex with Eliza almost every single day. Even though she’s been buried under a mountain of elite education to prepare her for the role of Queen, she still manages to carve out time from her hectic schedule to come to my bedroom.
Actually, lately, we’ve been doing it in places other than the bedroom. For example, in the palace courtyard in the middle of the night...
"Ahhh... I’ve been waiting so long for this 'stroll play'..."
On the elegant grass surrounded by the castle walls, a maiden was parading around stark naked. That maiden was Eliza.
She wasn't just walking; she was on all fours like a beast. The only thing she wore on her bare body was a collar, and the leash extending from it completed the picture. Yes—she was a dog on a walk.
Eliza, who should be one of the most noble women in this country, was shamelessly mimicking a dog, prowling through the outdoors. In her quadrupedal stance, her buttocks were inevitably thrust upward. Her large, "child-bearing" hips—practically a guarantee that she would one day produce a healthy prince or princess—swayed with every step she took.
"Are you watching, Lord Alex? ❤️❤️ I, a proud daughter of a Duke... ❤️❤️ I, who will one day be revered by the entire nation as Queen... ❤️❤️ I have become a dog! ❤️❤️"
"Not just a dog. A bitch in heat."
"That’s right! ❤️❤️ I’m a slutty bitch in the middle of her heat! ❤️❤️ I’m dying for a male dog to put his cock inside me so we can mate! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
She wanted me to play the male dog, then? But before that, there was something I wanted her to do. I, too, find a certain romance in the "stroll play."
"I understand... ❤️❤️ You want me to be a dog to the very end, don't you?"
With those words, Eliza wore a bewitching expression, licking her lips in a way no real dog ever would. She lifted one leg, exactly like a dog about to mark its territory. True to that imagery, a stream of water sprayed from the slit of her exposed crotch.
Wait, isn't it the males that lift their legs to pee? Who cares—as long as it’s erotic, anything goes.
"Haaaaah! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Outdoors! ❤️❤️ Naked! ❤️❤️ I’m peeing just like a dog! ❤️❤️ If anyone saw me like this, I’d want to kill myself! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
Well, I'm watching. The total destruction of a noble lady's dignity. This haughty, refined girl was urinating with a melting "ahegao."
Naturally, a bolt of electricity shot through my crotch, and I achieved a sky-piercing erection. My penis was practically screaming that it wanted to dive inside her. I’d give it what it wanted. After all, right in front of me, a pulsing vulva was spreading its opening, inviting me in.
I entered.
"Hiinnn! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ The 'reward' cock came too fast! ❤️❤️ Doggystyle! ❤️❤️ I’m really being ravished like a dog! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
At that moment, the ones coupling weren't a Prince and a Duke’s daughter, but a male and female dog. We joined under the night sky, fueled purely by instinct.
"Oh-hii-n-hooo! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ It feels so good! ❤️❤️ Tonight, I am a bitch-pussy! ❤️❤️ I want the cock so, so badly! ❤️❤️ Please, bestow plenty of cock upon this bitch! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️"
The high-pitched sound of flesh hitting flesh was swallowed by the night sky. It was a fresh sensation.
Eliza had become completely accustomed to sex; as long as I commanded it, she wouldn't hesitate to engage in any shameful act. In fact, she did so joyfully. She’d go naked anywhere, spread her legs anywhere, and pee anywhere. It seemed she had fallen to the level of a mere female slave, losing all pride as a Duke's daughter and future Queen.
But that wasn't the case. Anyone who thinks that simply doesn't understand the depth of a woman. Given the right environment, necessity, and the right "attire," a woman can transform into anything.
"Ufufu, you certainly have a talent for jokes, everyone."
The proof of that transformation was right in front of me. Tonight was another ball. It was a party hosted by some Marquis I didn't know well, but we attended out of obligation. We also had our own agenda: an order to broadcast our intimacy as a newly engaged couple.
Consequently, we’d been appearing at various evening parties night after night, like enka singers on a grueling tour.
"I’d rather be having sex with Eliza than wasting time on this..."
For us youngsters, nighttime equals sex time. Yet here I was, stuck in this crowded place making small talk with old men. In contrast, my partner Eliza was handling things perfectly.
"Lady Elisabela, congratulations on your engagement."
"Fufu, thank you very much."
"The consort of First Prince Alex... truly a fitting destination for the daughter of a Duke. Your father must be quite satisfied, yes?"
"Not at all. I wake up every day feeling the weight of my responsibility, determined not to be a burden to my husband, Lord Alex."
"Lord Alex is a man of brilliant talent! He is destined to become a wise and great King! But because he is such a man, one wonders how he behaves at night... How is he, truly?"
"I’ll leave that to your imagination."
She handled everything from polite greetings to lewd inquiries with a smile, parrying them effortlessly. That was the classic skill of a noblewoman. With her by my side, she could filter out all the annoying drunks for me. She was truly invincible.
However, there were some even worse characters...
"So, the wedding is set... and once Lord Alex ascends the throne, Lady Elisabela will be Queen. To reach the pinnacle of female rank... the times are truly smiling upon you."
"D-Do you think so?"
A certain man—some noble or other—spoke with an incredibly slimy voice. It was the kind of voice that was physiologically repulsive.
"From now on, those who meet your favor will rise in the palace. Therefore, I wish to secure a place in the future Queen’s good graces. I have prepared a special gift for you today. Won't you please accept it?"
It was a bribe, plain and simple. Thank you very much. To do it so boldly was almost refreshing. He either had incredible nerves to do something so shady without hiding it, or he was just incredibly dense.
I was lurking just outside the circle of people, so I hadn't been noticed—which, as a Prince, is its own issue. But if Eliza got into trouble, I’d have to intervene.
"I cannot accept."
"Why not? Do you not intend to appoint me as a high official?"
The man was far too blunt. This was no different from being harassed by a creep. I was about to move in to save my honor as a husband, but before I could...
"Do not misunderstand."
Everything stopped at Eliza's words. Even a commonplace phrase can become ice water that freezes everyone around, depending on who says it.
"Whether a person is employed or not is for His Majesty the King to decide. Even if Lord Alex eventually inherits that heavy responsibility and holds the power of personnel for the nation, I have no right to interfere. Not even as his wife."
"Such formalities..."
"I have no intention of speaking in formalities. High officials and generals must be those who serve the nation. Someone who tries to climb the ladder using connections for their own sake cannot be of use to Lord Alex, who intends to serve the state."
She spoke quietly, but with absolute finality. The willpower behind her words was immense; the man himself and even the surrounding gallery fell into a dead silence.
It was truly a "cold iron" moment. Everyone was left with the impression that the woman who would become Queen was a person of immense backbone, fitting for her future.
"A woman... getting ahead of herself...!"
The noble, defeated in a head-on argument, was shaking with humiliation. That’s when I stepped in.
"I think that's quite enough, don't you?"
"Gah! Prince Alex!?"
How rude to say "Gah!" to a person. If I stayed a background observer any longer, I’d be labeled a "useless" husband. I have to move when it counts.
"Viscount Getrum, was it? Your misconduct was discovered last year, and you were stripped of your post."
"Gunu...!?"
Based on his face, I’d hit the mark. Yes! My memory was working perfectly.
"You haven't found favor with my father, and it seems you were aiming for a comeback once the era changes, but your method was far too poor. Looking at you now, it’s clear you haven't reflected on your actions. You’ll be eating cold rice for a while longer."
"Please, wait! I have reflected deeply! Please, plead with your father for me—!"
"To the host: allowing such a disrespectful person here reflects poorly on your own dignity."
The host of the party must have been watching; guards immediately rushed over and dragged the bribing noble away like a common trespasser. The atmosphere of the party was at rock bottom; no one was in the mood for dancing or chatting anymore.
"Eliza, shall we take our leave as well?"
"Eh? But right now...!?"
If we left at this timing, it would seem like the Prince and his fiancée were displeased, and the host's reputation would plummet. We might be targeted with resentment, which would be a long-term negative. There were probably better ways to handle it, but...
"Don't worry," I said, making my voice as soft as possible—the exact opposite of Eliza's "Don't misunderstand" statement. The husband providing a quick thaw to the wife's flash-freeze!
"Taking our leave now is simply because my own patience has run out."
"Patience...?"
"You were so dignified just now, Eliza. Seeing my future wife look so cool made me fall for you all over again. I want to go and make love to you right this second."
"Make love... you don't mean...!?"
"Sex."
I put a "Got a problem with that?" look in my eyes. What’s wrong with a couple who’s promised to marry being intimate?!
"So, for tonight, I’ll be taking her and heading home. I want to get home as soon as possible and dote on every inch of her body. I hope you’ll overlook this as the uncontrollable impulse of youth."
At my overly blunt confession, the ladies blushed and the gentlemen were stunned, some even swallowing hard.
"To handle such a strong-willed woman...!?"
"As expected of royalty, such a broad mind...!?"
While even Eliza was stunned, I took the opportunity to scoop her up in a princess carry. Doing this would leave such a massive impact that it would be the only thing anyone remembered.
"Wait, Lord Alex!? Do you really intend to go home like this!?"
"You of all people should know this is the best move, right?"
Eliza, a captive princess in my arms, went silent.
"T-True... my method was too forceful, and the atmosphere soured. You’re thinking of how to soften that, aren't you, Lord Alex?"
As expected of my future wife—she gets it.
"People love gossip, so even if rumors spread about tonight, they’ll be overwritten by stories about us. The stupidity of that bribing noble and the host’s oversight won't even be mentioned."
"Exactly."
And it perfectly accomplished our original goal of broadcasting our intimacy.
"If there's a downside, it's that people might think we’re a bit... over-eager."
"That’s a huge problem! I do have a sense of shame, you know!"
After the outdoor bitch-pee play, she says this now?
"A woman's shame is complicated! If people look at me tomorrow and think, 'This girl did it,' I’ll die of embarrassment!"
Truly, I don’t understand how the switches for a maiden’s shame work.
"Fine, then we won't do it tonight."
"............"
Without a word, Eliza left the mansion and climbed into the carriage. A simple private room. Suddenly, Eliza stripped off her dress and became naked.
"There’s no way we’re not doing it... ❤️❤️"
She let a thick nectar drip from her crotch.
"You declared it in front of all those people, so you have to follow through. Give me some good sex ❤️❤️. When I see people tomorrow, I’ll be boasting about it! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
They say the carriage on the way home was rocking quite a bit.
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