Diako Translations

"Ah... W-what are you doing, Your Highness?" The penis I pulled out of Eliza was thick and dripping with love-juices and semen. Without even bother to wipe it, I pinned down the other woman in the room... Lara. I flipped up her skirt, exposing her lower half, which had remained panty-less since her earlier "reward." Her glossy, rounded buttocks; the puckered bud of her anus at their center; and further down, the melting depths of her feminine hole—all were laid bare. ...Watching me and Eliza have sex must have turned her on, too. There’s no need to be delicate with a woman who gets aroused watching others. I took aim at that syrupy hole and thrust my penis in without a second thought. “Fuu-hiieeeeeeeee! ❤️❤️❤️❤️” I began my pelvic thrusts immediately upon entry. The well-worn vagina of a mature woman offered a different kind of stimulation compared to young Eliza’s—a heavy, clinging heat that seemed to wrap around me. “Ofh... ofh! ❤️❤️ Cock, cock! ❤️❤️ You mustn...

"Very well, let us begin Lesson 1 immediately." The ruthless instruction by Lara, the widow who served as the royal tutor, begins. "Lady Elisabela, tell me: what is this?"  "Hyah?!" Lara pointed toward... well, my towering member. Full throttle from the very first lesson. "That... such indecent words from the mouth of a lady...? That is, well, a gentleman's 'that,' is it not...? Eek, looking at it again, it truly is terrifying...!"  "Vague expressions like 'this' or 'that' are forbidden. Such blurred language conveys nothing. It will only make the gentleman lose his spirit."  "Are you saying I must call it by its proper noun? I don't see what good it will do, but if it is required, I shall do it! A daughter of a Duke must be a woman who can handle anything!" It felt like she was putting effort into a very wrong direction, but I wanted to see her try her best. "It is... a male sex organ!!...

The ball commemorating my engagement to Eliza. I scouted the party venue for a moment and found my target almost immediately. “Lara.” She was a noblewoman who fit perfectly into this opulent ballroom. Her dress, in a subdued tone, was modest yet elegant, asserting a definite presence. In terms of age, she was a mature woman in her prime, but her beauty shone under the ballroom lights, her allure only growing more refined. As we approached, the lady noticed us instantly... “Oh, Your Highness. I am humbled that you would deign to speak to someone like me.” “Don’t talk like that. We’ve known each other too long for formalities, haven't we?” Eliza, who was standing right next to me as my fiancée, suddenly seemed to be in a very bad mood. Well, I suppose that’s what happens when the person you just got engaged to today acts so familiarly with another woman. So this is the life of a married man? Having a woman who gets jealous by your side might be fun in its own way. “I wanted to introd...

 This was the stage after everything had heated up, cycled through, and reached an "extreme" conclusion. “Fueee... you’re horrible...!” Having finished the act, Eliza had regained a sliver of her composure... ...Or rather, Lady Elisabela, daughter of a Duke. However, even with her mind cleared, she remained stark naked, staring blankly in a daze. “How did it come to this... there’s no undoing this now...!” The reason she was at a total loss was the semen currently overflowing from her "canyon." It was coming out in pulses. Since I had ejaculated five times in a row inside her without pulling out, once the "plug" was removed, there was no stopping it. It overflowed like a literal waterfall. Spilling from the "hole of life" deep between her thighs and tracing paths down her supple, shapely legs, the semen looked for all the world like the Shiraito Falls. “So much semen... if this stays inside me, I’ll get pregnant! What on earth am I supposed to do...

 A blatant demand for sex on the spot. Since she was the high-and-mighty Lady Elisabela, I expected her to reject me flat-out at first, leading to more back-and-forth negotiation... but then... “Goodness, I suppose it can’t be helped... ❤️❤️” There it is again! The phrase “It can’t be helped” from a woman’s lips is the absolute best!! “What, no more grumbling? No more ‘This is indecent before marriage!’ or anything like that...?”  “I’ve already exposed myself stark naked before a man; it’s a bit late for that now. Besides, as I’ve said many times, we are engaged. It was our destiny to do this eventually.” As expected of a noble lady who accepts political marriage as a fact of life—once she makes up her mind, she’s remarkably steady. But man, this really is a political marriage, isn't it? Bound together by family convenience regardless of personal romantic feelings... it’s the exact opposite of a "love marriage." “However, there is a proper order to things, you know? Mari...

 “...Sexual... compatibility...?” She repeated the words blankly, perhaps only realizing their meaning after they left her lips. Lady Elisabela’s face flushed a deep crimson as she averted her eyes. “Wh-what are you saying so suddenly?! How indecent!”  “Is it?” Personally, I think it’s a necessity. “Isn’t securing a successor important?”  “Well, that is... certainly true, but...” A successor is indispensable for the survival of the state. That successor is a prince who carries the King’s bloodline. Giving birth to that prince is the Queen’s duty; some even say it is the most important royal duty of all for the sake of national stability. “Children aren't born without sex. You understand that much, don’t you?”  “Yes...?!” Thank goodness. I was worried that even with an elite education, she might be a sheltered "stork and cabbage patch" believer. That would have made her a difficult royal spouse in its own way. “That’s why I think being able to enjoy sex is a requireme...