'......'
Gamigin lay on her side on the ground. At first, she seemed perfectly fine. Then, half a step behind, the tidal wave crashed over her.
'Ah, ah, ah...'
Her mouth fell open. In its very center, her tongue went rigid and stiff.
Gamigin couldn't bring herself to scream — all she could manage were short, broken moans of "ah, ah." Her entire body began to tremble like someone mid-seizure. It was as though she was desperately holding back something on the verge of detonating inside her.
'Hhghk, ah... hhck...'
Sweat. An enormous amount of sweat poured from her.
It was as though if she let herself scream, everything would spiral beyond her control. As though her violently convulsing body would run completely wild, making it utterly impossible to reel things back. That was exactly how Gamigin threw every ounce of her strength into fighting back the tidal wave of pleasure.
'Are you holding back, Lady Gamigin?'
'Ahughh, ngh! ...ungh, hhck...'
'Impressive. Even Barbatos wouldn't last more than ten bottles, surely. Paimon would probably go berserk around eight. In honor of you, Lady Gamigin, I'll count each minute for you from now on. You have nine minutes left.'
Gamigin couldn't manage a single word in response.
'I have some truly wonderful news for you — please, relax. I have no intention of sleeping with you before this wager is over. But just sitting here would be such a waste when this evening is so beautiful.'
I gently lifted Gamigin into my arms.
'Heeghhh!'
The instant my hands touched her, Gamigin threw her head back.
She clenched her teeth hard, but her back arched like a bow as she came undone. And it wasn't just once. Cradled in my arms, Gamigin kept coming over and over, moaning with a face that unmistakably felt pleasure.
'Unngh...! Hhah, haaaaah...'
Must be nice, being able to come like that over and over.
I strolled through the garden humming a tune.
'Nn, oh...! Unngh, kuh...kuhuuuh, no, no...!'
Merely making physical contact was enough to crumble the dam she had desperately built. Juices flowed ceaselessly from Gamigin's sex, soaking all the way to my thigh like a wet rag.
The unique scent of a female Demon Lord tickled my nostrils.
Demon Lords generally possessed an intoxicating body fragrance. It was because they didn't really need to eat, though they'd mostly drink premium liquor or eat fruit just to stave off boredom. When you spent centuries eating nothing but fresh fruit, even your sweat and juices ended up smelling fragrant.
Gamigin smelled like peach... no, strawberry was the stronger note. Strawberries seemed to be her staple. Strawberries are nice. I like them too.
Barbatos had an apple scent. Every time I sucked her breasts it was like licking an apple, which I found amusing. I suddenly wondered what kind of fruit scent Paimon and Sitri had. A fruit market, was it. A fruit stand lined with female Demon Lords on display — exceedingly luxurious... I'd have to look into that more thoroughly later.
'Hnn, nnunngh! Haaaa...!'
Gamigin panted sweetly. She parted her lips with an expression like she was about to melt away.
'Huhh, kuh...ah, no...aaahh!'
Gamigin thrashed her sweat-soaked body wildly. Her snow-white skin glistened with perspiration.
It was an utterly defenseless struggle. She couldn't break free from my embrace. No, she hadn't even been trying to break free. She was gripping my shoulder tightly. As though she'd collapse if she didn't hold on for dear life.
In truth, she should have escaped my arms as fast as possible. Even the slightest brush of skin was enough to drive one mad. But Gamigin kept clinging to me instinctively, like a little child. It meant she had become incapable of rational thought.
'Lady Gamigin. Eight minutes remaining. Eight minutes.'
'Haaah! Ungh, uhn...haaaahn!'
'How many times have you gone now? Lady Gamigin, do you happen to remember? Was it ten? Twenty?'
'Nuuuh...! I don't know...!'
Gamigin shook her head back and forth. It wasn't simply to indicate denial. Her head was moving on its own from the pleasure.
'Don't tell me a hundred? Over two hundred times?'
'I don't know, so...huuhhnn, kuhh! I don't know, so stop it, nngh!'
I strolled through the garden at a cheerful pace.
'I think that about covers it. Impressive, really. Over two hundred times in less than an hour. Isn't that an unprecedented achievement?'
'No...hhaaahnn! No, nooo!'
No to what, exactly? I couldn't help but laugh. The words coming out of her mouth were complete gibberish. She probably didn't even know what she was saying herself.
'Well then. We've arrived.'
I came to a stop.
Gamigin slowly turned her head. The sharpness had long since evaporated, replaced by a face utterly consumed by pleasure. She had only turned mechanically in response to my words, her gaze vacant — as if nothing registered in her eyes at all.
'Don't you see it? It's a fountain. A fountain.'
'Nahhaaah...?'
Gamigin made a strange sound. I spoke with a grin.
'Look closely, Lady Gamigin! Your body has gotten terribly dirty, hasn't it? Covered in a mess of sweat and love fluids. I know we're supposed to be competing in all seriousness, but for you — a supreme Demon Lord — to be this filthy? As your junior, it tears my heart apart.'
I strode up to the fountain. It was connected to a waterway that cut through the center of the garden. Water surged endlessly into the channel, flowing vigorously like a stream the day after a monsoon downpour.
'Now, I can't do anything particularly grand for you...but perhaps I could at least give you a proper bath.'
'Hhe...?'
'Yes. A bath. Washing your body pleasantly in the flowing water.'
I whispered to her.
'Every last corner. Squeaky clean. Spotless, I mean.'
One touch of bare skin and she'd be overwhelmed with climax. What would happen if she stepped into 'flowing water' in that state? Just imagining it was so sweet that I smiled.
'You're bound to feel wonderful. Isn't that right, Lady Gamigin?'
'Ah, no...heeeek, no...'
Gamigin's lips parted weakly. Her voice was feeble, like a mosquito's whine, yet it carried a desperate pleading. I pretended not to understand and asked back.
"I'm not allowed to? What exactly am I not allowed to do?"
"No...heeeek, no, Lord Bael...please, no..."
"Oh dear. That's not quite the kind of answer I was looking for."
I stepped into the fountain. The water was fairly deep — deep enough to fully submerge my thighs.
I waded straight to the center of the fountain with long, deliberate strides. And then.
"I'd love to wash you myself, but I'm afraid that would be rather improper toward a lady. My apologies. You'll have to bathe yourself, Lady Gamigin."
With that, I let go of Gamigin's body.
The moment the splash echoed through the air, Gamigin let out a scream of agony.
"HEEEAAAAAAAK——!"
Her entire body shuddered as she hit climax. To be precise, it was a continuous string of climaxes. The flowing water clung to her skin without a single gap, and with her whole body turned into one giant erogenous zone, Gamigin came again and again without so much as a single second of pause.
"Haaahaaack! Nnh, haat! Kkkuuueeeeck! Huaaaht!"
Gamigin thrashed in the fountain. Water splashed wildly in every direction. The harder she struggled, the fiercer the waves became — and in the end, the intensified stimulation only crashed back into her even harder. Unable to bear the heightened sensations, Gamigin flailed even more desperately.
"Ah— auaahh! Ht! Huueeeeck!"
Splash, splash — the sounds of water crashing erupted violently. Screams filled with terror, pain, and above all, pleasure burst one after another from Gamigin's throat.
How exquisite.
I let out an involuntary sigh of admiration.
"Five minutes remaining! Hang in there!"
"Kkuh, sto—ah! Ah! Heuueck, stopp, please, aaaah! Aaah!"
Soaked from head to toe, a woman thrashed with a face stained by terror and ecstasy, climaxing and convulsing in the very waves she had created. In her own garden. In the fountain she had ordered built. And the fact that only water — such a trivial, mundane element of nature — was used here only made it all the more satisfying to my standards.
No scenery could be more luxurious than this.
'Stop? Lady Gamigin. There are still five minutes left!'
'Hwaaaah! Hah, no, hwaaaah! I'm going... hhuueeek! No more, I can't... hwaaah!'
Gamigin convulsed as she climaxed.
'Mmm. Can't you hold out just a little longer?'
I tilted my head.
In truth, there were six minutes left, but I'd shaved off a whole minute just to give her a sliver of hope. What a kind man I am. I wanted her to endure even a moment longer so we could both enjoy this more.
'Think about it. This is your chance to claim the Slesian territories all the way to Moravia. Five more minutes. Just five more minutes and these prime estates will be yours, free of charge!'
I spread both arms wide as I spoke.
'What do you say, Lady Gamigin? Just five more minutes.'
'Ugh! S-stop, hhuueeek! Nooooo...!'
'Very well. It can't be helped.'
I nodded.
'Then what about three minutes? Three minutes. Just three minutes. A massive discount — an opportunity that will never come again. The Habsburg heartland, sitting at the crossroads of the continent. A strategic stronghold. Secure it now — the Moravia territories. All right. What about one minute? One minute. Sixty seconds. What do you say?'
'M-my... p-please... hhuueeek, ah! Ahhh! P-please... Bael... hhuueeek, hwaaaah! Ghuueeek!'
So this is as far as it goes.
I let out a sigh. I'd wanted to take things right to the edge, but it seemed I had to end it here. Once the other party conceded, the game had to conclude. That was the rule. Entertainment that disregarded the rules held no meaning whatsoever.
'Very well. Then I am the winner of this wager.'
I said with a shrug.
'Lady Gamigin, you are recognized as retaining only the territories you held immediately before the civil war. The Moravia territories are forfeit. And I, Dantalion, am granted the continued right to share your bed. You are obligated to accept these terms.'
'Ghk…! That thing, hhn! I don't care about that, uhn…aaah!'
'Yes. The wager is over.'
I lifted Gamigin up and roughly set her down outside the fountain.
She was gasping for breath. Meanwhile, I stripped off my clothes, then grabbed Gamigin with both hands. And I gently pressed my cock against her nether lips.
'Wh-What? Wait…what are you doing? What are you doing?!'
Gamigin looked up at me, her face drained of all color. She flailed her arms and legs, trying to push my body away. But she had no strength left. With a look of utter despair, Gamigin murmured.
'Please, I'm begging you…not there…please, anywhere but there….'
'Did I not tell you? If I won the wager, you would have to share your body with me from time to time going forward.'
I smiled.
'Kindly accept the consequences of your defeat in silence.'
'Later…I'll do it later, as much as you want…nn, please…I'm begging you, Dantalion…I was wrong…I was wrong, please, please not there…aaaaah!'
Without another word, I drove my cock deep inside her in a single thrust.
Starting from that evening and lasting until dawn, we continued like that in the garden. Gamigin passed out dozens of times in between. But every time her hypersensitive passage was pierced by my cock, she couldn't even properly lose consciousness.
At dawn, I stood up and dressed myself.
'It was a lovely night, Lady Gamigin. Ah, I nearly forgot — the third round of negotiations is scheduled for today, yes? I'll be waiting at the city magistrate's residence.'
'…….'
Semen was leaking from Gamigin's parted slit.
Leaving Gamigin behind — unconscious for the forty-second time — I casually walked out of the villa. That was what happened last night.
I sat down at the negotiating table and waited at my leisure.
In the distance, the Demon Lords gathered around were whispering among themselves. The agreed-upon time for negotiations to begin was fast approaching. Considering that one was supposed to arrive about thirty minutes early for these kinds of occasions, Gamigin was unmistakably late.
"Isn't Lady Gamigin running a bit late?"
"Don't tell me it's from the shock of her defeat..."
"No. There's no way that's the case. Isn't she famously strict about keeping appointments?"
Well, indeed.
Like I mentioned earlier, after drinking four bottles of the drug, Barbatos and I couldn't function properly for two whole days. And Gamigin had downed thirteen whole bottles. Whether she could even make it to the negotiating table remained to be seen.
I smiled.
============================ Author's Afterword ============================
Before Noblesse became a platform for paid serialization, Joara's 19+ section was a paradise for erotic fiction.
Red Air, Rignus... they're no longer active, but they were the giants who led Joara's 19+ section. Back then, Joara's 19+ section was absolute gold. They truly poured their passion, sincerity, blood, and sweat into crafting the finest smut.
Then the paid serialization market opened, and adult scenes on Joara Noblesse began getting pushed aside. How lamentable is that?
Those who forget the past have no future. That's right. This truth applies here as well. Noblesse must once again reflect upon the paramount principle of 19+ content. I firmly believe that is the path for Noblesse to move forward as Noblesse.
Viva Noblesse! Viva H-scenes!