Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

He pushed her head towards his cock.

She hesitated for a moment, but opened her mouth and took his cock into her mouth.

"Ahh~" He moaned in pleasure as he felt her warm mouth and tongue stroking his cock.

It was a wonderful feeling.

Even though this was her first time, he felt he was being given head by a professional. The sensation was that much.

"Mm~" she moaned as she bobbed her head. She, as a Queen obviously knows about deeds that lovers do under the shadows, but she could never get that opportunity to feel someone who she loves, as her duty as a Queen compels her to settle down with someone who was worthy of serving her people rather than her.

But this feeling, this sensation, it was too much. It felt like she was doing it with her lover.

'Wait, are we doing it as lovers?' She tensed up suddenly.

"What is it?" He asked, feeling a sudden tension in her mouth. "You can take it out if you're feeling overwhelmed."

ƥαṇdαs ηθνε| "Mhmmm." She didn't take it out of her mouth but rather pushed her head deeper, trying to reach the base of his cock.

"Oh?~ Fuck~Mhmmm~" He moaned as he felt the intense wave of pleasure from her mouth.

'Fucking hell? Is this really her first time? MILF's really are the best!'

He continued to enjoy the show.

Soon he felt her begin to move her tongue faster around his shaft. She was moving her tongue in circles and going up and down his cock.

"Mmf~ Mmf~" she moaned as she sucked his cock.

It's like she suddenly became an S-ranked hero from F-rank, in a matter of few minutes.

He was getting closer and closer to climaxing.

"Don't stop, my Queen. Please don't stop." He groaned as he felt the pressure building up.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum." He warned her.

She continued sucking his cock.

"Ahhh~!" He groaned and grabbed her head as his orgasm finally struck.

A sudden surge of pleasure rushed through his body as he felt his cock shoot its load into her mouth, spurting and splattering the inside of her mouth.

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"Mmhmm~" She moaned.

His cum tasted sweet and salty.

She swallowed it all, savoring the taste.

After a few minutes, she pulled his cock out of her mouth.

"Mm! Mmm! Mmm! Mm!" she gasped as she licked the last traces of cum from her lips.

He grinned in satisfaction as he watched her lick her lips clean.

"That was amazing." He said, slouching back again, tiredly.

She blushed, embarrassed.

"You have quite the talent." he hoisted her up to the couch. "We can do more once I come back from my travels. You would still be here, right?"

"I..." She looked hesitant. "Yes, I would...wait for you, Damien."

He nodded and began to dress up, and so was she.

...

On the outside, Duncan, the Commander suddenly tensed up, smelling something in the air.

He tightened his grip on the rein, causing the steed to groan and stagger a bit.

"What's wrong, Duncan?" The Duke, who was also riding beside him on a similar steed, inquired.

"Nothing, my lord," he said. "Smelt something funny in the air."

He regained his control over the rein and steadied his steed like a seasoned warrior.

'Little shit really sagged the Queen, hasn't he?' Duncan eyed his lord. 'Where in heaven did he get that perverse impulse? Was lord also like that when he was a kid?'

Duncan came to the duchy after years of traveling without any permanent home or a family. When he was in need of grave help, the young Duke extended his arms and Duncan has never let it go from that point.

The Duke had already sired two children at that time, the debilitated one always caused him disdain, yet this... the power to even seduce a Queen? That was some grave power that can bite not only him, but the duchy also in the back if not controlled.

"Duncan," his lord said. "I could feel your eyes on me." He tilted his head and looked at the knight. "If you have something in your mind, speak."

"Well," Duncan thought for a moment. "I was thinking- don't take it personally, my lord, it's merely my opinion."

"You're making me anxious," the duke said. His expression became tense as he saw the deep frown on his loyal commander's face. "Spill it out already!"

"Isn't it time for the young master to find a suitable bride?" He cringed at his own words as he expectantly looked at his lord. He knows his lord, and he knows he would only take it as a suggestion rather than an invasion of private matters.

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"Marriage...? For Damien?" His expression changed from bewilderment and astonishment to surprise. He laughed at loud causing his soldiers to look at him weirdly.

After a good moment of laughing, he wiped his eyes and looked at Duncan, replacing his happy face with a more concerned one. "You felt it too, isn't it? Damien and the Queen."

Duncan nodded in agreement.

"Ha," he sighed. "Honestly, I don't have any idea where he got the power to seduce a powerful magical being, but it seems it's easy for him." He said. "I know you're thinking it's going to be a huge problem not only to himself but to everyone around him and, of course, it's true. One day, he's going to bite something that he can't possibly chew. But what can I do? He's sickly. Thinks he will die any moment and I feel like...and I feel like...useless, powerless. You know, not being able to do anything to his own son, despite being one of the most influential and powerful beings in this world."

Duncan could understand his lord to some extent- feeling powerless where it mattered is a huge blow to anyone who wields power and they will pray not to feel it again and again but for his lord, who, with all his power and wealth, can't do anything about an illness is probably a heartbreaking moment every day seeing that child.

"I can at least have some peace seeing him all happy and giddy in this cruel world, and I want to preserve it, doing anything and everything." For a moment, Duncan thought he saw remorse in his lord's face.

He is blaming himself!

"You're a good man," Duncan said, not looking at his lord. "And an even better father." He galloped his stead away from the lord.

...

By the time they arrived at the palace gate, an hour went by like nothing.

Damien was resting his head on the Queen's bosom, it felt like he was resting on a pillow, delivered straight from heaven.

"Ah, I'm gonna miss this heavenly feeling." He said as he straightened up from her breasts.

"Your use of words sometimes feels off, Damien." The Queen said, tidying her gown. "Is it normal for you, westerners?"

"Uh...not really." He stammered. "Speech can change from region to region like your usage of words are strange to me."

"Oh? Was it that perceivable?" She looked bewildered. "I spent hours learning other kingdoms' way of speaking, but I guess I'll never be natural like you."

"I can teach you," He smiled, combing his hair. "If you want."

"I'll very much like to do that."

"When I come back."

"When you come back, of course."

They smiled at each other. Though she was older than him, her smooth skin and bombshell body cannot betray that fact to anyone.

She was simply too beautiful and stunning.

The wagons reined to a stop at the massive double gate, guarded by a legion of knights, who look wise and feel wise, seem dangerous, and regal.

A well-built knight with a great sword hanging around his back came forward.

"You can enter, the King has consented." He said briskly.

"We're just escorts," Duncan said, as he strode forward to meet the knight. "Duke Silverthorne will accompany the Queen to the palace."

Damien hopped from the royal carriage while the Wagons from the Zadkiel turned around, facing the other side of the Royal Capital.

"Thank you, young master." The Queen said, hopping from the wagon. "Thank you for everything." She turned towards the approaching Duke and his family.

"Your son has performed an exceptional act," she said regally, not even showing a faint trace of what had transpired on the wagon minutes ago. "Your family shall be regarded as noble guests and can visit as you please."

"We're honored, your grace." The Duke and the family bowed.

"You must be exhausted, your grace. Come on, I'll show you to the palace." Duke Silverthorne interjected, feeling extremely annoyed and jealous.

"Yes, indeed, I'm tired," Her cheeks suddenly reddened. "Show me the way and you, young master," she turned towards Damien. "You haven't forgotten our promise, right?"

"Of course, no, your grace. I wouldn't dare."

Cedric Dragonfire, commander of the First Sword, expressed his personal appreciation for Damien's gallantry and timely assistance, and even suggested he join him for a pint when he would visit the Royal Capital, much to the chagrin of Daemon.

On the way back, Daemon tried to ask about the promise but all Damien said was "You're not ripe enough to know about that matter, dear brother. You need to grow some more," before he abruptly shut close the curtains to his wagon.

Their delayed journey to the Autumn Kingdom was resumed without further rest as they were already behind schedule much to Damien's anxiety, as to what were the King of the Spring Kingdom and the Queen of the Aurore island were discussing diplomatically as this was the beginning of a major change in the entire plot.

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