Chapter 18: Elizabeth (2)
In the grand and ornate audience chamber of the Demon King's castle, in that classical space where I felt unworthy to even set foot, I was having my precious male parts trampled beneath the boots of a beautiful woman.
"Haa… haa…"
I writhed pathetically, moaning as Elizabeth's boots pressed against my dick. The pleasant weight of the leather boots and Elizabeth's casual foot movements gradually aroused me more and more.
Squish-
Elizabeth increased the pressure on my glans by pressing down harder with her boot. Though my glans was already engorged and throbbing from excitement, the increasing pressure made it pulse even more intensely.
"Urgh…"
The pressure from her boots, combined with the perverse thrill of having my dick trampled so mercilessly by a beautiful woman, made my arousal steadily build.
I trembled, my legs spread in a W-shape, trying to relax my body completely while focusing on the pleasure radiating from the tip of my penis. My breathing grew ragged as an indescribable pleasure tingled through my lower body.
'But… it's not enough.'
This level of stimulation wasn't quite sufficient. Simply having my dick trampled through clothing wouldn't be enough to reach climax.
"D-Demon King…"
I looked up at her needily, like a puppy begging for its master's affection. Elizabeth responded with a knowing smirk.
"Very well. I shall graciously bestow my favor upon you."
Snap-
With a flick of Elizabeth's finger, the fabric covering my crotch tore away on its own. At the same time, my cute little dick that had been confined by pants and underwear was exposed in its natural state.
The engorged, vein-covered little penis twitching eagerly, along with the crushed testicles beneath it.
With the fabric that had been covering my lower body gone, I could distinctly feel the texture of the boot sole and the softness of the red carpet against my sensitive glans.
"Hnng…"
As I moaned with my exposed dick thrust out, Elizabeth mocked me:
"To display such shameful behavior before me. What an insolent one. This is the first time I've seen one quite so small."
She pressed down firmly on my dick with her boot, then changed her foot's movement to rub it back and forth against the plush carpet. Unlike before when it was covered by fabric, the stimulation against my glans was now clear and intense.
"Urgh…"
I trembled with pleasure each time her foot stroked my dick. Though there was some pain from the burning friction of being rubbed, it was easily overwhelmed by pleasure far greater than before.
In this situation, Elizabeth asked for my thoughts.
"…Though small, you seem to be enjoying yourself. Well then, would you share your impressions with me?"
What was there to say? The pleasure in my dick was obvious enough. Add to that the perverse thrill of having my dick trampled by the boots I had so thoroughly serviced. The feeling of defeat at submitting to a woman's feet.
The excitement of exposing my penis to receive a footjob from an overwhelmingly beautiful woman, along with the fear inspired by the capricious and domineering Demon King.
Various emotions and sensations swirled through my body and mind, making me burn hot all over. To ask for my thoughts in this situation… how cruel.
"Nngh…"
When I only responded with a moan, Elizabeth questioned me again:
"Do not make me ask twice."
Crunch-
Elizabeth forcefully crushed my glans under her boot. The pressure was on a completely different level than before – I thought my glans might burst.
"Gahk!"
Before the pain could continue, I swallowed my shame and managed to speak:
"It… it feels good."
But she prodded at my embarrassment by demanding more details in an indifferent tone.
"More specifically."
At her command, I explained the pleasure I was feeling in more detail, my voice barely above a whisper.
"…Having my glans trampled by your boots and rubbed against the soft red carpet feels good…"
Though my ears burned red with shame, Elizabeth wasn't finished.
"And?"
Looking up, I saw Elizabeth had raised an eyebrow with interest. Her meaning was clear – hurry up and share more impressions. She wanted even more detailed explanations…
It was embarrassing, but I had no choice. Crying inside, I honestly expressed my feelings as they came to mind.
"…Sob. It's humiliating to have my dick trampled by the boots I was licking. And it's shameful to expose my penis to be trampled by a woman… even more so when you mock its size… And you're so intimidating as the Demon King… it's a bit scary… But what I hate most is how aroused I am by all this…"
My current impressions, recited almost tearfully. Though mortally embarrassing, somehow expressing it all made me feel lighter inside.
As I sniffled, Elizabeth finally seemed satisfied and praised me:
"Well done. It's important to vocalize one's feelings. From now on, you will share everything honestly with me, without deception."
"…Yes… understood…"
"Good. Then I permit you to move your hips. You may ejaculate."
She simply kept her foot resting on my dick while declaring I could move my hips.
True to her status as ruler of the demon realm and sovereign above all others, Elizabeth would not debase herself by servicing me or actively providing pleasure.
But for now, just having permission to climax was enough.
"Y-yes…"
I slowly moved my hips, gently sliding my glans back and forth between her boot and the red carpet.
Swish- Swish-
Though not enough to climax yet, the back-and-forth motion provided definite pleasure. This subtle, tickling sensation gradually began pooling in my lower abdomen.
"…"
Elizabeth merely looked down at me as I earnestly rocked my hips back and forth. I wondered how I appeared to her.
Probably as nothing more than a pathetic animal who had abandoned everything for pleasure… That indifferent gaze aroused me even more as I focused on the building pressure in my lower body.
"Hah… hah…"
'Going to… cum.'
Normally this level of stimulation wouldn't be enough to climax, but my current body was far more sensitive and developed than my original one.
Before long, my testicles began to rise as the urge to ejaculate grew stronger.
The pleasure radiating from my glans built steadily, traveling from my balls through my perineum and prostate toward my urethra.
"Hnngh…"
As I approached climax, I embraced Elizabeth's long leg that was extended to trample my dick. Like a dog humping a woman's leg.
Pat- Pat-
Though this was terribly disrespectful, on the verge of orgasm I could see nothing else and cared about nothing else.
"Urgh!"
Just as I was about to shoot my load while clinging to Elizabeth's leg, my whole body twisting…
Beeeeeep-
My vision went red like before, and I was pulled into another spatiotemporal vortex.
"W-what!"
When I came to my senses and looked around, Elizabeth who had been standing before me had vanished.
Instead, I saw Sylvia and the other maids who had backed away, along with boys in the same situation as me.
"!"
It was the scene from the audience chamber before my private audience with Elizabeth. I had returned to the previous situation.
I quickly looked down at my crotch. The torn clothes and waistband from before were perfectly intact. Could it be that this was all just a fantasy?
As I pondered in confusion, Elizabeth's voice reached my ears. I snapped my head up to look at Elizabeth seated on her throne above.
"What an interesting one indeed. Sylvia."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Let him rest well today, then bring him to my chambers tomorrow night."
When our eyes met for a moment, Elizabeth wore a strange smile.
'I'm fucked.'
*
Back in my private room after the audience with Elizabeth.
Sylvia spoke to me with uncharacteristic excitement:
"Congratulations. This is the first time Her Majesty has shown such a reaction since I began serving her."
"…How long have you served?"
"One thousand three hundred and seventy-three years this year."
"…"
As expected of demons, their sense of time was on a completely different scale from humans. Just when was thirteen hundred years ago?
In any case, I was summoned to Elizabeth's chambers for tomorrow night. Should I be happy about this or not? It's not like I'm some royal concubine chosen by the king.
On one hand, remembering what happened in the fantasy made me both fearful and expectant. Having nearly climaxed from being trampled under her boots, what would await me next?
Punishment, or perhaps her reward? I gulped and quietly buried myself in the blankets.
Sylvia posed a question.
"Normally asking about one's mortal life is taboo, but I think it's alright with you. Since you'll be receiving the Demon King's grace, I'll ask formally. What is your name?"
Come to think of it, I hadn't shared my name yet.
"I… I'm…"
After brief consideration, I decided to give my real name.
"I'm Yeon."
"Yon?"
"Yeon. Y-E-O-N."
The cultural differences must make pronunciation difficult. Come to think of it, how am I even communicating with these people?
Well… considering they transformed my body like this and sent me to a parallel world, it makes sense they'd at least enable communication. Being able to speak with each other is only natural.
"Yeon… It has a nice ring to it."
Sylvia nodded, then turned off the lamp beside her. As the lamp went dark, the room fell into shadow. Only soft moonlight filtered through the window.
"Anyway, sleep well tonight. It's been quite an eventful day."
It really had been eventful in every sense. Brought to the Demon King's castle in a prisoner transport carriage, getting a handjob, having my ass spanked and made to cum, receiving a massage and nipple development.
Finally meeting the Demon King and rubbing my dick against her boots. Listing it all out like this… there can't be many perverts in the world quite like me…
"Yes… good night."
Blushing furiously, I got under the covers and went to bed.
And when I next opened my eyes, I was back in my mansion bed.
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