Chapter 171: Inside the Carriage

I never dreamed such a development was waiting until I boarded the carriage. I can only pray that this is not a dream. And that I won’t be sent back to Earth at this exact moment!

Surely the Queen had planned this in advance. Truly, what is terrifying is a woman’s obsession with beauty, isn’t it? Perhaps even after going to the Mainz Kingdom I could sell the youth-rejuvenating medicine and make a living from it. No — living expenses seemed sufficient, so it might be just right for pocket money.

No, no, no — that doesn’t matter now. Right now my eyes were completely captured by the cleavage visible through the gap in the Queen’s clothing where it pressed against my arm. Was this really okay? Was it safe? Those thoughts swirled chaotically through my head. After all the previous rejections, to suddenly get an OK at the very last moment felt far too suspicious. After everything I had done up until now, to get cold feet here of all places!! — the other me inside my head was yelling.

Ehhh, whatever happens, happens—!!

"Your Majesty, please!"

Half in desperation, I loosened the string of my trousers and even the string of my underwear. My cock was still hiding deep inside my underwear, frozen with fear. The boiling blood in my head had not yet reached my cock!

Still, not that much time had passed since Stevie extracted me this morning, so the tank didn’t feel very full. At least it was good that I hadn’t gone for a second round with Stevie this morning. Even though those white string panties had tempted me, it was good that I had given up.

"Oh? It’s still small, isn’t it?"

The Queen peered in and commented. Calling it small... well, it is true.

"Your Majesty, even if you say that, it doesn’t suddenly grow large."

I made an excuse that sounded like an old man.

"Is that so? According to Linda it becomes large right away."

Your Majesty, are you going to drop that proper noun? Linda’s opinion may be rather biased, you know? Greatly!

"That’s... um, Your Majesty, no matter what, it won’t grow large just from being looked at by Your Majesty without anything else. At the very least, could you please make it large with Your Majesty’s hand?"

I earnestly requested. It was an extremely presumptuous request, but still.

"What should I do?"

Oh my, she didn’t even know the absolute basics? The Queen must have been like a tuna hauled onto land whenever she was with His Majesty the King. In that case His Majesty must have had the pleasure of developing the Queen, but perhaps he never even thought of such troublesome things? Not only His Majesty, but high-ranking nobles in general probably took the stance that as long as a child was produced with the legal wife, there was no need to put in effort or make the flower bloom — "I don’t care."

So, left with no choice, I took my cock out with my own hand. It was still in its child-cock state. I had wanted the situation where the Queen slipped her own hand into my underwear, searched for it, and took it out. In that process the thing that needed to grow would have grown, I believed. Was that a pleasure only for intermediate level and above?

"My!"

I didn’t know what she was so surprised about upon seeing the child cock. Anyway, at this rate nothing would progress, so I took the Queen’s hand and had her grip the child cock.

"This is the first time I have touched one."

Those were the Queen’s words. The first cock she had ever touched in her life was mine!? What a wasteful statement! Did that mean she had never even touched the cocks of His Majesty or of her own children? Had the children’s cocks all been handled by wet nurses? Had diaper changing been completely left to the wet nurses? It was starting to feel plausible. She had probably never touched an adult cock either, so today had become a memorable day in the Queen’s life, hadn’t it?

However, the Queen simply gripped the cock and did not move her hand. So once again, left with no choice, I placed my hand over the Queen’s and moved it. It didn’t feel particularly good. At this rate I didn’t feel the child cock would become an adult cock.

"Your Majesty, I am extremely sorry, but would it be possible for me to touch your breasts?"

At my words the Queen made a puzzled face and said,

"Why? Is there a connection between it not growing large and my breasts?"

She said something unbelievable. Did I have to explain from this point!? While feeling lost, I said,

"Your Majesty, there is not enough stimulation for it to grow. If you allow me to touch Your Majesty’s breasts, it will become various kinds of stimulation for growth, and I believe the cock will become large!"

Without side dishes, one cannot eat rice.

At my words, the Queen said "Wha!?" but still exposed her breasts and said,

"In that case I permit it. Touch them."

So I slipped my hand in through the neckline. I immediately found a nipple.

"Kya!"

A small scream leaked out. The Queen was frowning. Had she intended for me to touch them only over the clothes? No — the established fact was already made. There was no choice but to continue! She hadn’t said no!

I toyed with the Queen’s nipple. I released the nipple and kneaded the breast — ahhh, what an indescribable elasticity! I toyed with the nipple again, and its hardness gradually increased. Further, I rolled it round and round. The Queen frowned. Strength entered the hand gripping the child cock. Her free hand pressed my hand from over the clothes. Since it was only pressing, it probably didn’t mean "stop." As the Queen’s nipple hardened, the child cock began transforming into an adult cock. The Queen’s breasts had an elasticity that made it hard to believe they belonged to a woman in her forties. I wished my fingertips had camera lenses.

Strength entered the Queen’s hand that had been pressing my hand over the clothes. What? I thought, and then she moved it to the other breast. Did that mean she wanted both played with? Responding to the request, I steadily played with them, and the Queen’s face twisted, her ears turned bright red, and her breathing grew rough. Yet my cock remained gripped, and her hand had stopped moving again. So I took the Queen’s hand and moved it.

"Haa, haa, haa"

The Queen’s breathing was rough. My cock had finally grown into a splendid adult cock. Just looking at the Queen’s face was exciting.

"Your Majesty, please, it’s about time."

"Eh, what? Ah, yes. I place my mouth on it, right?"

The Queen pulled my hand out from her chest, bent down, and placed her mouth on my cock. She only placed it there — her tongue did not move. Even that alone was extremely exciting for me. The situation of the Queen placing her mouth on my glans while the carriage was moving, with only one wall of the carriage separating us from the maids, was producing an abnormal excitement.

But now that we had come this far, there was one more thing I wanted to do.

I put my hand on the Queen’s bottom and stroked the cleft of her buttocks over the skirt. Once her mouth was placed on me, her bottom naturally came into view, and wanting to touch it was only natural.

Then the Queen changed her position so that it would be easier for me to touch. That meant "Touch me more!" right?

In that case, I advanced my hand and stroked her bottom and thighs lightly over the skirt. The Queen flinched for an instant, but said nothing. I released the Queen’s hand that was gripping my cock, held her head so that her mouth would not leave, and then flipped her skirt up in one motion. There appeared string panties with lace embroidery. White lace string panties against white skin! Their destructive power was incomparable to Stevie’s. The way the flesh was attached was indescribably erotic! How unfortunate that His Majesty the King had never seen, touched, and enjoyed this!!

Since time was limited, I thrust my finger straight into the string panties. However, my finger only reached as far as the hole of her bottom. Just a few more centimeters, but it wasn’t long enough! Come on, stretch! Hand, stretch! Finger, stretch! I want to become a rubber man—!!

Just as I fervently wished that, somehow my cock slipped deep into the Queen’s mouth with a "zuru." It had gone in. The Queen twisted her body, perhaps because it was painful. That worked in my favor? — my finger reached! Yes, the entrance of the vagina! There it was already slippery and in a terrible state. I wanted to lick the liquid on my finger! But there was no time for that! I stroked around within the reach of my finger. I could only touch near the entrance. Even so, more and more liquid was leaking! My finger felt so hot it seemed about to melt.

As the Queen’s lower mouth became active, her upper mouth also began to move. She might not have been conscious of it, but her tongue touched the glans. That alone made me feel like I was about to cum. Just a little more, just a little more and I would cum. I held the Queen’s head. It touched the back of her tongue. With that sensation — Nyuu! — and Doba!! I came—!!!!