Fate Chapter 101: The Queen’s Story (II) (R-18)

Haruki snapped the thread-like straps of Semiramis’ bra.

She couldn’t help but giggle at his impatience. “Wait.” She rose on her knees until her tits jiggled right in his face and leaned her entire weight forward. Her massive globes descended on him. She pinned him down on the bed, with his face squeezed in her heavenly valley.

The enchanting fragrance and warmth enveloped him, smothering him in its softness. He felt like he was sunbathing in a garden of flowers… until he ran out of breath. As he suffocated, she laughed, the dulcet sound echoing through the space.

Semiramis’ lips thinned into a crescent shape. “My Master, a death in a mature lady’s bosom might be fitting for you.”

Haruki roughly squeezed her tits, turning her jovial laugh into an indecent moan. He pushed her back and bit on her lively, puffed up pink nipple. She shut her right eyes and leaked a subdued moan. Her nipple shrank in his mouth as her arousal took over.

“I’m sorry. That kind of death is only acceptable within Kaa-san’s chest.”

“Master has a bigger complex than Oedipus himself.”

“I heckin’ love Oka-san.”

She giggled, then a distant look dawned on her face for a moment. She remembered her mother who abandoned her — Haruki would be an idiot if he couldn’t read the air.

‘I love my mom to death. Semi hates her mom to death.’

Haruki found it surprising that she even loved him this much. He tried his hardest to win Medea’s heart; he had done nothing to earn Semiramis’s affection.

‘Whatever. I’ll think about it after the war.’

He returned his attention to the glorious pair of tits. He tentatively placed his palms on her tits and squeezed them as gently as possible. Then, his tongue circled her puffy areola, distracting her mind from memories that triggered her rise as an Empress. He had seen parts of it from the dream, and they were not pleasant to look at from her perspective.

“Semi.” Haruki placed a hand against her cheeks, his soft gaze brimming with care and affection. “I…”

Her lips stretched in a devilish smile. As expected, he couldn’t see her act melancholic and wanted to comfort her. His care for her wasn’t superfluous. The revelation made her heart race.

“Ahmm, my gentle master, you are—”

Her world flipped in an instant. She landed on the bed with a bounce. Haruki hovered over her and pinned her hands above her head.

He kissed her lips. “I’ll be in charge from now on.”

His stern tone was undeniably irrefutable. She felt like denying would have consequences. Major consequences.

‘He suddenly changed. What flipped his switch?’

Hearing no rejection, Haruki smirked. He was no egomaniac, but the empress’ meek act stroked his ego. Knowing that he was the only man in the world to see this side of hers. The only man to truly hold her heart in the palm of his hand.

Holding down his rampaging instincts, he let his finger draw a blazing trail through her center. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. The four links binding her dress snapped one by one. Her dress revealed her thin waist while barely hanging on with one link.

He loved the contrast between the black dress and her creamy skin.

He released her arms, hooked his thumbs around the band of her skirt, and dragged her skirt along her tantalizing legs. He left her black stockings because they were hot.

Semiramis sighed. She wanted to make a ruckus out of undressing as provocatively and seductively as possible.

‘His straightforwardness isn’t bad…’

A lingerie as equally mysterious as her bra was left around her.

Haruki paused, showing his old habit of admiring his woman’s bare body.

Her dark, silky hair cascaded down her back and framed her sides. A sheen of sweat layered over her plump breasts in a stark contrast to the black corset around her waist. Her legs moved in a nervous fashion as she laid on the bed like a fine buffet. He wanted to ravage her; he also felt like admiring her for longer.

“You are an empire toppling beauty, for sure.”

Semiramis didn’t retort with a brazen answer. Rather, she turned her face to her left, looking bashful at his compliment.

“Semi, you’re cute.”

She cleared his throat audibly and locked eyes with him. “Master, I poisoned my husband. I waged war for my amusement. I let my empire tyrannize Assyria. I have killed enough to be marked as an Assassin in the Throne of Heroes. Am I still cute?”

Semiramis didn’t regret any of her actions. In her era, the world had yet to lay down the foundations of entertainment. She did what she could to keep her life entertaining. Enchanting Witch, Empress, Queen, the Oldest Poisoner — men called her with many titles but none were synonyms with the word ‘Cute.’

“Yes.” He nodded without hesitation and rubbed her warm inner thighs. “I didn’t expect my Semi to be doubting me. Are you not confident in your natural charm?”

“Preposterous.” Her voice rose a pitch higher. She took a deep breath. “I am confident. Let me show you!”

Haruki saw her bent her knees in M-shape.

“This body is all yours, My Master. What do I do next?” she purred with a cat-like smug smile, spread her legs, and slipped a hand inside her panties. Her eyes revealed a seductive look. “I am all wet and shiny, ready for My Master’s thick rod.”

Haruki also had times where he felt speechless. Now was one of them. Semiramis went from a meek, bashful woman to an eager woman in one moment.

Semiramis felt like diving into an ocean to cool her burning cheeks.

‘Why am I acting like a whore?’

She retreated to rest her head on the pillow and reflect on her embarrassment.

Haruki burst out in laughter. “No need to force yourself. Things are more fun when we’re true to ourselves.”

Semiramis joined him with a giggle of her own. “My mind is barely with me today. It’s your fault for toying with my maidenly heart. You’re indeed worthy of being the emperor of this empress.”

Pulled by her weird cuteness, he forgot he was in charge of leading them. He pushed her thighs a little to raise her hips and buried himself between her legs. As his warm breath caressed her thighs, she tensed up and clenched in anticipation.

He answered her expectations by pressing his thumb against the thin fabric of her luxurious lingerie. As he pushed the fabric aside, a wet trail leaked from her slit like a drool. An overwhelming scent unlike any other penetrated his nose and rattled his senses.

His cock came alive, throbbing with heat.

“Sheesh, who made you so wet?”

Looking up, he found Semiramis flustered out of her mind. She pressed the back of her head into the pillow. Her mounds helped her hide her face.

Encouraged by her cuteness, he lapped his tongue across her folds. She tasted refreshing like natural spring water, a little salty and a little sweet, like a wine.

‘Half mermaid goddess.’

Even though she was in a man-made vessel, her divinity still granted her some benefits.