While forcefully positioning Caldir on her hands and knees, the moment I first saw her flashed through my mind like a lightning strike. It hadn’t even been a full day, and already I’d cum messily inside her pussy. Trying to revisit that initial encounter now felt like peering into a distant memory.
I wanted to fuck her. That was the singular thought that slammed into my brain the instant I laid eyes on that alluring little bitch. I distinctly remember thinking: a woman so beautiful she could captivate even another woman’s gaze had descended into reality! For a moment, I doubted my eyes, rubbing them furiously, but she remained standing there. Not a hallucination…!
Having spent my life until this marriageable age lost in fairytales of white knights, and never encountering a man nearby who sparked my interest, I’d always assumed I simply wasn’t one to fall for men at first sight. But the moment I saw this little slut, I knew that assumption was wrong.
I was a lesbian, a woman who loved other women…! Only today did I finally realize my own sexual identity, something I hadn’t even known about myself. It was only natural that men held no appeal for a lesbian; I had been living a lie to myself all this time. But today, everything became crystal clear.
In that fleeting flashback, I instantly envisioned everything I wanted to do with that little vixen. First, I’d claim those moist lips, then we’d shyly reveal our naked bodies to each other, and then… we’d press those forbidden parts together in a sticky embrace, a sensation I couldn’t even bring myself to utter aloud.
What law forbids women from loving each other? Well, there might be such laws, but societal taboos are meant to be broken, and it’s in breaking them that the greatest pleasures are found. Great pleasure demands a great price! Societal condemnation of homosexuality… I shall trample it underfoot with elegant disdain!
I want to fuck her senseless every day and eventually have children with her. I recall hearing about an animal experiment where a fertilized egg was created from only egg cells, resulting in a healthy birth… Considering humans are also primates, why wouldn’t it work for us?
With today’s advanced technology, we could probably mix our genes appropriately, apply an electric shock to create a fertilized egg, and then implant one in each of our wombs. Yes, instead of using an artificial womb, I’m desperate to plant my baby in her belly. And if possible, I’d love to carry a child with her blood mixed in mine.
A daughter who resembled us both would be incredibly beautiful, and therefore worth carrying in my womb. Already, my mind painted a picture of our happy family, embracing two beautiful angels who looked like us. With that little hussy, I could probably even endure the pain of pregnancy, childbirth, and postpartum recovery…
And after giving birth, fresh breast milk would surely flow from her luscious tits. I’d feel bad for the babies, but I’d also want to take a big bite out of those tempting mounds and suckle them greedily. They’d be incredibly sweet.
What law forbids a grown adult from drinking breast milk? Of course, stealing a baby’s food is wrong, but it would be a waste to give those delicious-looking fatty globes only to a baby. And I’d need to taste them myself to determine if they’re even suitable for a baby, so it’s an unavoidable act, you see. This is a mother’s instinct, yes. Absolutely.
From the moment I first encountered that little temptress, it took less than a second to sketch out the entire course in my mind: sex, keeping, pregnancy, childbirth, and marriage. Ah… why is marriage after pregnancy and childbirth? Isn’t a shotgun wedding so much hotter? Why does everyone assume you have to get married before having a baby?
Truly profound pleasure can only be obtained by breaking free from conventions and societal taboos. Men and women must marry, children must be born after marriage, sex is only for married couples… Only by breaking these shackles can one reach true ecstasy…!
The silly little strand of hair sticking up from the top of my head seemed to like her too, bending wildly and forming a heart shape. When that hair does that, it means I’m having lewd thoughts or falling in love. I usually saw it happen when I masturbated. And right now… it applies to both.
I had fallen in love with that little slut at first sight, and I was so incredibly turned on that my nipples and clit stood at attention. Normally, I would have hidden myself for fear of being seen… but right now, I had no hesitation.
Before approaching her, I first surveyed my surroundings. Hmm… where is this place? This, my friends, is a secret banquet held exclusively for the daughters of noble families on Earth, the cradle of all humanity and the capital planet of our Atlantian Empire.
The dress code here is extremely lewd lingerie, and you might have guessed from the fact that there are no men present and the women are all gathered in revealing attire, whispering sweet nothings… this is a space where the esteemed young ladies gather to indulge in socially forbidden lesbian relationships.
Bound by my status as a princess of a nation, I had been living a monotonous existence until I heard about this banquet and came here out of curiosity for the first time. But the others already seemed to have spent many a delightful evening here, exchanging sweet whispers of love.
The air here felt thick and sticky with lust, and it wasn’t just my imagination. Though… something felt different tonight than what I’d heard. Was it this subtle, carnal scent emanating from that little slut?
From what I’d gathered, even though they discreetly indulged in same-sex affection here, it rarely escalated to full-blown scissoring. It was mostly just sharing suggestive whispers, raising wine glasses for couple shots, deep kisses that tangled tongues, and light, teasing touches. Or so I’d been told…
Unlike what my friend described, there was no light chatting or gentle caresses to be seen. Everyone was sprawled on the banquet hall floor, their discarded clothing strewn haphazardly beside them, locked in passionate embraces, licking, sucking, and fucking with abandon. It was utter chaos.
Even through the scant coverage of lingerie, the sight of women who had carelessly shed the mere scraps that concealed their tits and cunts, moaning lewdly as they fucked, was incredibly hot.
Ah, fuck… I want to do it so badly… especially with that one… This chaotic scene in the banquet hall must be all her fault, that intoxicatingly carnal scent wafting from her body. It had to be. She was probably feigning ignorance, but I knew she was the culprit.
To stumble upon such a sight on my first night at this banquet – lucky me. I wasn’t interested in any of the other bitches; tonight, I was going to fuck that one. Without hesitation, I strode purposefully towards the little slut who had caught my eye.
Then, with a casual flick of my hand, I pushed aside the fabric of her white lingerie that covered her ass, and firmly grabbed one of her plump, seemingly bursting buttocks. She flinched, startled by the sudden touch from behind, but didn’t voice any objection.
Good, this will be easy. I took the opportunity to admire her figure up close. First, her short, golden hair, shining brilliantly… the wavy cut suited her perfectly. And then, those deep blue eyes, like the Pacific Ocean that once existed on our Earth, her red lips gleaming as if painted with lipstick, her ample breasts, and that firm, round ass…
She lacked nothing. Judging by her wide hips, she looked like she could bear children easily, and her large breasts seemed capable of providing enough milk for a whole brood. I was right, as always. I’d felt it countless times before – I might not know much else, but I have an excellent eye for people.
As I kneaded her soft, white ass, a strange thrill coursing through me, I knew the moment had arrived. I leaned in close to her ear and carefully whispered the first words that would mark our encounter. As the youngest daughter of the ‘Red Prince’ Atlain I – or perhaps Atlain II – and the sister of Atlantis III, the current Emperor, I had received all sorts of refined education. Yet, as I tried to speak to this girl (speak? What I really wanted was to tangle our tongues and share our saliva), only crude words came to my lips.
“What’s the name of our cute little piggy? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before…”
As I’d mentioned, this was my first time at this secret banquet, but all the other attendees besides this girl and me were young ladies from noble families, people I was usually friendly with. So, everyone else’s face was familiar… but I was seeing this one for the first time today.
Well, looking at her face, the other bitches were probably so turned on at first sight that they were busy pleasuring themselves in some corner, so they probably wouldn’t suspect anything. But no matter how I looked at it, it was a new face. Though, honestly, her identity – even if she were an assassin sent to kill me – didn’t matter as long as she was hot. I was just asking out of curiosity.
“C-Caldir… Astra… is my name.”
Her voice trembled as she answered. I felt her soft, delicate voice gently caress my ear. Up close, her face seemed to radiate a bright light, and even her voice was as enchanting as the sound of a flute.
As I quietly listened to her reply, I moved my right hand, which was still firmly gripping her ass, and began to knead it even harder. White and soft like dough. Truly, the more I touched it, the more satisfying it felt.
“Caldir Astra? Hmm… not from a noble family, are you?”
“Yes, I’m a commoner…”
I’d never heard of a noble family with the surname Astra. If we’re including non-nobles, I might have heard it somewhere… Colonel Astra… was that it? If she was related to him… then she was indeed a commoner? To come to a place exclusively for noble ladies with a commoner’s background, she’s quite bold. I like her even more.
“Shhh. Whether you’re a noble, a commoner, lowborn, human, or alien, as long as you taste good, that’s all that matters. I don’t care about any of that.”
I placed my index finger on Caldir’s full lips and declared with a solemn expression. The ‘black cat, white cat’ theory – as long as it catches mice, it’s a good cat – this was a sentiment straight from my heart: if it turns me on, I’ll fuck it, no matter what it is.
“Is… is that so, Princess?”
How adorable… was she trying to reconfirm my feelings? There was no need. I hadn’t lied even once since meeting her.
For the record, my father, befitting his nickname ‘Red Prince,’ had publicly proclaimed since his youth that all the corrupt privileged class – the aristocratic families – should be swept away, their assets confiscated and redistributed to the people, the class system abolished, and a republic ‘revived.’
His favorite sayings were… let’s see… the dictatorship of the proletariat, the workers’ revolution, the world revolution theory, the Atlantis People’s Republic… something like that, probably? Under such a father, there was no reason for me, as royalty, to receive special treatment. I was taught that everyone, whether royal or commoner, was equal. Hehehe… as Father said, what does social standing even matter?
Perhaps Father taught me that ‘all living beings are equal regardless of their birth’ with that intention… but the way I interpret it now is: ‘If there’s a bitch who turns you on, fuck her, whether she’s a noble or a commoner.’
“My name is ‘Atlantia Atlenos Atlantis.’ ‘Atlantia’… means ‘daughter of Atlantis.'”
“Then… you’re a Princess?”
“Yes, that’s right. Just call me Atlantia, make it easy. By the way, Caldir Astra… your name’s too long, so I’ll just call you ‘Maki.’ Is that alright?”
“P-Princess… please call me whatever you wish…”
I could feel her voice trembling faintly as she replied, probably enjoying the sensation of my hand caressing her ass. Whether she realized it or not, ‘Maki’ is a word that means ‘pig’ in some language. Which language? The one I just invented!
Ah, that’s a lie… actually, it’s a line from a brother-sister incest manga I saw on some foreign adult website. In it, the younger brother hypnotized his older sister and, while enjoying doggy style, gave her the name ‘Maki’ as if she were a pet.
“Hnnng… Maki… my… my pussy feels strange… I was hoping you could help me with it…”
Anyway… I spoke with a seemingly polite request… but in my heart, it was a command disguised as a favor. Having already resolved to fuck this bitch before the night was over, the option of ‘her refusing my command’ hadn’t even crossed my mind.
Caldir, who had unexpectedly been given a new name by me, seemed to be pondering whether she understood what I was implying… What’s with all the hesitation? Surely, she wouldn’t refuse, would she? Huh? Was she going to disappoint me?
“Maki… yes, alright… if the Princess wishes to call me that…”
Caldir seemed to like the new name I had personally given her… but what about the answer to my invitation for a one-night stand? Answer me quickly! Tonight, let’s press our cunts together and rub them raw!
You’re honestly so turned on right now too, aren’t you? You want to rip off your clothes and just do it right now, don’t you? There’s no use lying. I can see how worked up you are. Anyone who saw your nipples standing so erect would think, ‘Ah, this bitch is horny.’ Ah… I don’t know… maybe I should just grab her wrist and drag her to my bedroom.
