Her Majesty's S.S.
Voco Veni
04
Tristain, 6660 A.F.
Tanya.
"How do you feel, Henrietta?"
"Exhausted," she sighed, before taking a pull of water from the canteen Tanya had brought to the training field. Then, she flopped down onto her round little ass, followed by collapsing onto her back in the grass. "But somehow satisfied."
"You're making good progress," Tanya assured her.
Agnes nodded. "I agree. Any one of those hits would put most people out of commission, if not kill them outright."
"That isn't something I feel like I should be proud of," the princess pouted.
Agnes and Tanya exchanged a mutual look of shared exasperation. "Being able to defend yourself if the situation arises is something to be proud of, princess," I stressed the title, reminding her of her position.
"Hen. Ri. Et. Ta," the young woman corrected, muleishly. "And I understand that, Tanya. But I don't want to have to hurt people. And I know that probably rankles, saying that to you of all people given what you were forced to endure, but… I want to be the kind of queen who can rule justly and peacefully, without having to resort to force."
Before either Tanya or Agnes could say anything, she continued. "I know. I know it's naive, to think that I can rule without any bloodshed whatsoever. I know that we only rule under the threat of applied force. Every ruler knows this, even if they don't want to speak it. But I want to live in a country that wants to be guided towards success, not one that resents the people ruling over them. All of this conflict in Albion, with the nobles turning against the monarchy while the peasantry suffers… it's senseless, and I don't want that for my country!"
Henrietta panted softly as she glared up at the sky above them, swiftly growing dark as the sun set.
She's… a good person. Naive, absolutely. But inherently good. The problem is, politics eats good people. And if it doesn't, it chews them up and spits them back out as either a corrupt mockery or as jaded misanthropes. But you can be strong while also having values. She doesn't have that strength. Not yet. I can't have someone that weak running the country Tanya is living in, not if I can help it. Luckily, I'm in a position to change things.
With that in mind, I pulled out Tanya's Luger. Agnes raised an eyebrow as the pistol cleared my holster but didn't say anything. I ejected the magazine and cleared the chamber, then flipped the pistol around and offered it to the princess.
"Why are you handing me this?" Henrietta asked.
"Can you read the inscription on the side of the barrel?" Tanya asked by way of answer.
Henrietta turned the gun over and studied it a moment. "It's… ancient Romalian?"
"Latin," Tanya corrected. "But I suppose close enough. What does it say, princess?"
The girl frowned at the title, but read the inscription aloud. "Si vis pacem, para bellum. Loosely, 'if you seek peace, prepare for war.'" She looked away from the gun and met Tanya's silver-blue eyes.
"Why do you think we print that on our guns?"
"I don't know. It seems somewhat ironic, really. A tool of war inscribed with words of peace."
"It's neither ironic nor superfluous. It's a reminder. Peace comes at a cost. Only the strong are allowed the luxury of peace, because they can enforce it. Peace through strength. The weak are subject to the whims of the strong. This is a law of nature itself. Everything from the smallest creature, to the most complex government, to the planets and stars themselves is subject to this law in some way, shape, or form. My world, the world I was taken from the first time, had a saying: those who hammer their swords into plows will plow for those who don't."
Tanya took the pistol back, reloaded it, and slipped it back into the holster at her side. "You want peace. You want to rule without bloodshed. These are noble goals. As a peace loving former citizen of modern day Japan, I can't help but admire and agree with them. War is a terrible, ugly, violent thing that should be abhorred in any polite society."
I let that sink in before I added, "But as a career soldier, who fought in a world war where lives were spent in some cases more cheaply than bullets, and as an officer who had to order her precious soldiers, friends, and comrades to their deaths… I want nothing more than to grab you by the shoulders and shake you, to scream in your face until you understand. The price of a polite society is the understanding that if your neighbors aren't polite, you have the power to force the issue! And in order to protect your people, to ensure that they can live those peaceful lives you want them to have, you are morally obligated to do so!
"I'm not even close to finished going over everything you've gotten for me, but from what I've seen, there is a very real danger that the Reconquista movement is more than simply some nobles dissatisfied with the ruling family of Albion. I hate to rely on instinct for this sort of thing, so I won't. Instead, I'll say that my experience tells me that all the signs are there and war is coming. If you aren't prepared when it comes to our door, who do you think will be the first against the wall? The first up for execution, that is. It's going to be you, your mother, and anyone with a valid claim to the throne. We must be prepared to face that as a nation and you must be prepared to face it, both as a ruler and a person. You value peace, therefor you must prepare for war. Part of that preparation for war is training such as this."
Henrietta chewed at her bottom lip. For just a moment, Tanya was distracted by the way her teeth played with her plush lip, and wondering how those lips would feel against my, against Tanya's skin… but I swiftly did away with the thought of what I wanted to do with those lips.
Damn puberty and damn that lousy piece of shit, Being X! I didn't ask for this crap!
"You truly believe that war is coming?"
"Yes. I don't have all the pieces yet, but once I do I'll put together a presentation of my findings."
"Then I suppose we'll be putting those new cannon, rifle, and cartridge designs to use sooner than I had hoped. I'll have to start arranging to have them put into production as soon as possible," Henrietta murmured.
"That would be for the best, regardless of whether we were expecting a war or not," Agnes pointed out. "Come on princess, it's time to get you inside. The servants should have supper ready soon."
Henrietta nodded and took Agnes's offered hand, hauling her to her feet. She sniffed herself and made a face as they headed into the castle.
"I need a bath."
Honestly, a bath sounded divine at the moment…
"Eat first, then you can take a bath and go straight to bed. You have more work in the morning."
Henrietta made a quiet noise of frustration at the reminder from Agnes.
I sighed as I slipped into the huge tub full of hot water to soak after first scrubbing the dirt off Tanya's body. Sinking under the water and fully submerging, Tanya stayed under until her lungs began to burn. Finally, unable to hold it in anymore, I broke the surface and released my breath in one big burst, gasping in a fresh lung full of air. If I wanted, I could have used a formula to prolong my time under, but that just felt like cheating. Not that I was against cheating normally, just that this wasn't the time or place for it.
"I was beginning to wonder how long you would stay under."
Turning at the teasing voice, I found Henrietta scrubbing herself down outside the tub. I knew for a fact that they didn't observe Japanese bathing customs here, but apparently she found out about my preference to scrub first before soaking. While she was in the army, Tanya had made do, but the Salaryman had always preferred to enjoy a nice soak when he could to de-stress from his job.
…My job.
So now that she had the opportunity to de-stress, Tanya had been taking long baths every night since arriving. One of the maids must have said something to Henrietta about my habits and she had decided to emulate them. But that was less pertinent than the fact that she had decided to pop in unannounced.
Admittedly, Henrietta was a beauty—very easy on the eyes. But it was that very quality that made Tanya's blood pressure rise and her heart start to thump rapidly in her chest. Not to mention the other physiological reactions…
"What are you doing?" Tanya asked, raising one fine blonde eyebrow as I pushed those thoughts aside.
Henrietta sent an amused smile my way. "I was going to join you in the bath, if that's okay?"
I forced Tanya's predatory gaze away from the expanse of deliciously pale skin on display as the princess cleaned herself, turning around and sinking down in the water up to my nose. I was tempted to say no… but in the end, I gave in to the desire for human companionship and a chance to, perhaps, get in a little skinship.
Those nights hunkered down with Visha as we held each other and shivered together in the cold of a Russy winter, under the fur blankets she had managed to trade for, were some of my fondest memories of my time in the Empire. Unexpected little moments of peace, when the Russy Federation was trying to lull us into a false sense of security—joke's on them, I was expecting it. I think the entire kamphgruppe had a good laugh at Visha's excuse that Tanya was just so small that she couldn't retain body heat, so it was her duty as my adjutant to make sure her commander didn't get frostbite.
Henrietta hummed to herself as she worked, before eventually rinsing herself off with a splash. Then, motion in the corner of my eye caught my attention as one long, smooth leg slipped into the tub. From the delicate toes (I wanted to suck into my mouth and tease one by one), up her toned calf (I wanted to trail my tongue up), to her thick but muscular thigh (I wanted to wear around Tanya's head like earmuffs!)… Leaving a furry, dark haired, neatly trimmed bush and hairless, plump pussy on full display—Henrietta's lips spread ever so slightly and… was she just wet from washing, or was she as aroused as I, as Tanya was in that moment.
Tanya's throat went dry and she looked away as Henrietta giggled and slipped in the rest of the way. Then, she pressed herself to Tanya's side, her hand going around Tanya's back. It took a moment, but I figured out what she as doing as she rearranged us so Tanya was seated in her lap.
"There! Isn't that much better? It's more fun to share the bath with someone, isn't it?"
"Nn yes," Tanya admitted through clenched teeth. Her heart hammered away in her chest and I was sure Tanya wore a full body blush. Worse, Tanya's nipples were hard as little diamonds and her crotch felt unbearably hot. There was an ache building and every current of water from any movement we made seemed to find its way to Tanya's clit, or nipples, or somewhere she wasn't expecting to feel so sinfully, deliciously sensitive.
And that's the trap! The slow subversion and erosion of my identity at every level, including the sexual. Damned Being-X!
Never mind that I was beginning to worry that I might have bitten off more than Tanya could chew here…
Henrietta chuckled and squeezed Tanya to her chest. I didn't fail to notice that in the softness of Henrietta's much larger beasts were two hard points of her own. The taller girl trailed her hand down and Tanya's body went stiff as Henrietta spread her palm over Tanya's lower belly.
Is, is this really happening?! She… she's my superior. My summoner and the princess of this nation. It's this sexual harassment?! Do I want it to be? Is it sexual harassment when all I want to do is turn around and fuck her into an insensate puddle? But I wanted this, just… not this fast? Is this too fast? I just wanted some skinship. What do I even do if things go further?
And that was another blow to my psyche. Without a cock, my sexual experience boiled down to some lesbian or m/f/f porn and a bit of fooling around with Visha when we held each other. I suppose I had better up my foreplay game, because that seems to be the only game in town…
Anxiety filled Tanya's belly, a storm of butterflies that swirled and fought every time Henrietta stroked her hands over Tanya's abdomen, the muscles Tanya had worked so hard for standing out under Henrietta's much softer fingers.
"I've missed this," Henrietta sighed, burying her face in Tanya's shoulder. Those plush lips planted a kiss right where Tanya's shoulder and neck joined and it was all I could do to keep Tanya still. "Louise and I used to do everything together. We played, shared baths, and slept together. I haven't had a friend like that in years." I could hear the pout, and feel it against the skin of Tanya's neck. "Agnes won't join me. She says it's not professional since her job is to watch over me."
Tanya cleared her throat. "She's not wrong."
"How do you think?"
"She uses a sword and musket pistol. Joining you in the bath would mean she can't use her weapons."
"You aren't armed," Henrietta pointed out.
Tanya snorted softly. Reaching down, she grabbed the chain hanging around her neck, with the Type-95 dangling from the end. "I'm always armed, princess. And even without this, a mage can never be disarmed."
"Henrietta!" the girl behind Tanya hissed. Then, in a surprise move, both of her hands came up and cupped Tanya's small breasts, before pinching both of her nipples!
"Ahn~!"
We froze.
My thoughts stilled for a moment, before one slipped out. Did that… amazingly erotic sound come out of my mouth?
And then, Henrietta experimentally pulled Tanya's nipples. "Nn!"
"Oh~" Henrietta hummed, and worry flooded me as I detected a note of mischief. "Is this perhaps new to you~?"
As ashamed as I was to admit it, I was overwhelmed in the face of Henrietta's surprise assault. Dignity had been the first casualty, now I left pride behind on the battlefield to die as I declared a full retreat. Tanya pulled out of Henrietta's embrace and scrambled across the tub, sending water splashing out and causing the princess to laugh.
Settling across from the other girl, Tanya glared at her for a moment, covering her small, surprisingly -deliciously- sensitive breasts protectively with her arms. Henrietta only giggled harder, looking not the least bit apologetic.
"Princess—"
"Henrietta~" the girl sang. "Although… maybe you should call me Henri~ when we're so intimate."
A low growl rumbled its way out of Tanya's throat as something inside of her, that instinct to dominate from my life as a salaryman, rose up and nearly took the bait.
As a rule of thumb, Tanya detested Francois accents, with good reason. But something about the way Henrietta said her name, coming out as 'Anri~' in that little accent… it gave her thoughts of invading and conquering France. Well… Tristain. Of marching her forces through the capitol, having her battalion establish air superiority. Storming the castle, blowing the doors off the hinges with a well placed explosive formula, hunting down the princess… and then bending the princess and the nation itself to her will!
It would be so easy… And fun~!
Drowning those lewd thoughts in the bath water, Tanya huffed. "Henrietta—"
"Henri~"
"…Henri," Tanya murmured, earning a beaming grin from the girl. "I don't think we should do things like this."
The princess blinked. "And why not? Do you dislike me?"
"Well, no. It isn't that at all," Tanya denied. "Quite the opposite, and that's the problem."
Sending Tanya an incredulous look, Henrietta asked, "You like me so we shouldn't bathe together and enjoy each other's company and companionship? We shouldn't make each other feel good?"
"Nn." I decided to come right out and say it. There was no point hiding it and I didn't want there to be any confusion between Henrietta and Tanya on this. "Henri. I am a man trapped in a girl's body." Henrietta nodded. "A straight man." She nodded again. Tanya's eye twitched. "I'll put this as bluntly as possible. I am sexually attracted to women."
"That's good!"
"And you are a beautiful young woman," Tanya continued, unable to stop now that she had started. "If we do things like this together, I would be taking advantage of you by looking at your body in a sexual manner."
Tanya blinked. "What do you mean, 'that's good?'"
Henrietta smiled. It was not the nice, kind smiles Tanya had seen on the face of her summoner and… friend. No, this smile was all sex and mischief. The water shifted as Henrietta leaned back, and then Tanya jumped as she felt the other girl's feet stroke her outer thighs. "I enjoy the company of women as well. I was worried that you didn't see me like that. Or that you had someone you were holding out hope for back home. Or simply that you preferred men. But this, this is good."
"What."
Henrietta laughed. "Oh, the surprise on your face is so adorable, Tanya!"
Tanya's breath hitched as Henrietta's feet shifted to between her legs, rubbing her inner thigh and gently parting Tanya's legs. "Louise and I used to do things like this all the time. We shared our first everything together. Our first kiss. Our first time with a woman was with each other. But a girl gets lonely and I think you're beautiful, intelligent, and I like your dry sense of humor. The fact that you were a man before you became Tanya doesn't bother me at all—in fact, there's something of an appeal there actually, because you still look at women as a man does, no? So, because I want to be just as honest with you as you've been with me, I'll say it bluntly."
Henrietta's smile turned into a smirk and I felt Henrietta's toes brush against Tanya's nether lips, causing the blonde to jump slightly, involuntarily. "I want to take you as my lover." Tanya's mouth went dry. "I want to make love to you, whenever we want. I want to kiss your pretty lips while I stare lovingly into your brilliant eyes from between your legs. I want to keep you to myself, in secret from the rest of the world. No one will know of our forbidden love—not because I'm ashamed of you, but because the church would complain and it's expected that one day I marry and produce an heir."
Tanya stared at the girl across from her. I thought I'd had a handle on Henrietta. I thought I understood her. She was a naive young woman with grand dreams, who was lonely because of her position. I was mistaken. It turns out, Tanya had only truly seen her at surface level.
"But I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I don't want to push too hard and push you away, Tanya. So if I'm upsetting you, you must tell me now. Tell me to stop. If you do not… I'm going to push you down and have my wicked way with you."
Quietly, I muttered, "I think you've got the roles reversed." At her curious look, Tanya continued, "I would be the one pushing you down."
"That's fine too! Or we could take turns," Henrietta suggested, and I was sorely tempted to just let it happen. But there were too many unknowns—
Henrietta's hands slipped under the water and caught Tanya's feet. A smirk pulled her lips up and I gasped as Henrietta pressed her feet firmly into my, Tanya's sex. One foot pressed against Tanya's lips, rubbing up and down. The other stepped on Tanya's clit and Henrietta began bouncing her leg.
"Ah!"
The assault was entirely unexpected, a night raid that penetrated Tanya's defenses and struck deep, leaving her reeling. It was all I could do to hold on and keep Tanya's head above the water as Henrietta giggled quietly and worked her magic. I had never had any sort of for fetish or attraction to feet, in either my life as a salaryman or as Tanya—had never seen any real use for them in a sexual situation outside of very specific fetishes. So I was totally unprepared to safeguard Tanya from this unexpected attack on Tanya's southern border.
"Oh my, you really enjoy that, don't you? Well, how about this?!" Henrietta asked, and shifted her feet a bit. Her toes stroked up between Tanya's lower lips and she increased the pressure against Tanya's clit. I groaned, Tanya's hips jerking against my will as she redoubled her assault. Tanya's eyes rolled up in her head and I clenched the sides of the tub in a white-knuckled grip as I felt it coming on. An orgasm unlike anything I had ever felt before. Huge and powerful, rolling in like a tsunami and threatening to sweep Tanya away.
Dimly, I realized this was another of those lines that, should Tanya and I cross, would leave us changed. Would there even be an 'us' any more? Could I keep us separate, or would I have to fully embrace the fact that Tanya was me and I was Tanya?
The thought was blasted out of my head as my body locked up and shook. Distantly, I heard someone scream. And for a moment, I thought I saw the face of God—and not that hack, Being-X.
When Tanya's… my senses returned, I was being held again, cradled against Henrietta's chest as her hands stroked over my body. Soft lips found my neck and I squirmed as my body flushed. Tanya was apparently very sensitive at the moment.
"That was a marvelous sight," Henrietta said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "Did you enjoy yourself, Tanya?"
"Rr." A quiet noise of displeasure escaped my throat as I shifted in Henrietta's arms enough to glare at her. Without warning, I reached out and grabbed one of her large breasts.
"Ahn~" a lewd moan left her throat as I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and ran my tongue over it.
Then… I let go. Pulled away and climbed out of the tub. I found my towel and began to dry off.
"… Tanya? You, you can't just leave me like this," Henrietta whined.
"Get out. If we're going to do this, we'll do it right."
"Eh?" She blinked, then grinned. Short purple hair that had turned almost black when it was wetted down clung to her body as Henrietta left the bath and quickly began drying herself off. "But there really isn't a 'right' way, just so you know."
"I mean, in a bed." I used a formula to finish drying Tanya's hair and pulled her dressing gown on.
"Oh, I see. Well, a bed is nice too. Does this mean that you'll be staying the night? I haven't had a bed mate in so long."
"…Maybe."
"Hehe~!"
With that, I waited for the pri— Henrietta to finish drying off. When only her hair remained wet, I dried it the same way I had my own. Then, we walked together to her bedroom. The maids, and occasional musketeer we saw, gave us knowing looks.
Finally, we entered Henrietta's bedroom. She locked the door securely behind us, leaning against it and sending a look my way that screamed mischief. As though I was locked in with a predator… Little did she know, she was trapped in here with me, not the other way around.
"And now I have you… All. To. Myself~," the taller girl purred, prowling forward.
"Clothes off. Get on the bed," I instructed, trying to take control of the situation before she trampled all over me.
Again.
"I think there's been a miscommunication," the princess teased. "You see, I'm the one in charge."
Pulling Tanya's night gown off, I sent her an amused look. "You are mistaken, Henri." Henrietta flushed as her nickname left my lips and I put as much of my arousal and lust into her name as I could. "I don't see any princesses here. Just a young woman in need of discipline for… egregious acts of sexual harassment against her subordinate."
Henrietta beamed a smile as she began pulling off her gown. "Is that how we're playing? Alright. But I think you've made a serious mistake, Tanya. You see… just as with Louise, I'm bigger and stronger than you. So if you think you can discipline me, go ahead and try. But if I win, I'm going to spank your pretty little ass red until you call me mistress, 'kay?"
"… Is that what you did to her?"
"I made her call me 'my love.' For you, I think 'mistress' is a better fit, Tanya. My Tanya. All mine. I summoned you."
I approached, but before Tanya could take more than a step, Henrietta laughed and launched herself at me, clearly intending to use her greater height and weight to tackle Tanya's much smaller form. Tanya almost laughed.
It was almost unfair, really.
Almost.
Henrietta hit her high. Tanya rolled backwards, drew her legs in, and kicked upwards. Henrietta flew, flipping through the air seemingly in slow motion, a befuddled look of confusion on her face.
Henrietta hit the bed with a thump that knocked the air out of her. Tanya rolled to her feet and pounced. She was on Henrietta before the taller girl could react, rolling her onto her stomach and securing her arms behind her back. A bit a quick work with a pillow case had the taller girl's hands properly bound behind her back.
"And with that, the prisoner is secured."
Henrietta recovered quickly. She tested her bonds and hummed, before turning her head to smile up at Tanya. "I thought we were playing 'subordinate gets back at her employer.' Did you change your mind and decide on insurrection?"
"Invasion and conquest," I clarified. "But first, the interrogation." Pausing, I quietly added, "I've never actually done this before. Do you have a safe word…?"
Henrietta hummed, grinning. "Neither have I. Not like this. I don't know what a 'safe word' is. Explain it for me?"
"Well, suppose I do something you don't like. You'd say that word and I would stop, and vice versa."
"Ooh. That makes sense, yes," Henrietta nodded. She considered it for a moment, before with a mischievous look, she said, "Then I choose… 'fairy.'"
Tanya twitched. There was no way Henrietta could know that was her call sign on the Rhine front. She's just teasing about my, about Tanya's size.
"Very well. Fairy. Then I'll choose…" Briefly, I considered returning the favor, with something along the lines of 'melons.' But I disregarded the idea. "Red."
"Red?"
"Red means stop. Danger. Verboten."
Henrietta nodded. Clearing her throat, she began struggling. "The empire will never have Tristain!"
Tanya smiled. Taking the opening for a 'plot,' she ran with it. "Ahh, but we already do, my dear princess. For you see, we have already struck true to your heart. I allowed myself to become your familiar, but my loyalty was always to the Reich. I took steps to ensure that my people could find their way into the city, into the heart of this palace, with no resistance. Now, the only thing missing, is a formal surrender… and for you to turn the ring signifying your rule over to us. Where is it, princess? If you tell me now, you can spare yourself much in the way of pain and humiliation…"
"You may as well kill me! I'll never talk!"
Tanya smiled the wide smile she got in the heat of combat… or when the combat stimulant formula (magical meth) kicked in. "Ve haff vays of making you tokk."
Then, she giggled. The one she knew for a fact unnerved the enemy… and her subordinates, for some reason. Why those war crazy maniacs would tremble in their boots at the sound of a little girl's cute, joyful laughter, she didn't know (Really! It was kind of hurtful to see them tremble so), but she knew how to use it to maximum effect.
Henrietta shivered and Tanya lifted her hand, before bringing it down in a magnificent smack on the princess's round ass. I looked down at Tanya's hand on the pale globe below it—small, covered in calluses and small scars, and with a new runic tattoo across the back of it. My, Tanya's skin was a few shades darker than that of the princess, which I attributed to Tanya's time in the sun as an aerial mage. At least it wasn't as dark as it was after our stint in Africa. Tanya had looked like an Okinawan girl in a doujin after that, her tan was so dark…
Removing my hand, I found a red mark already beginning to show on Henrietta's flesh. It was… delicious.
"Resistance will be met with harsh punishment, princess. But if you cooperate, I can promise that you will be rewarded and treated kindly… Henri~." Tanya teased the name around her lips again, smirking all the while.
Trailing my hand down, I slid my finger between the princess's lower lips, finding them hot and absolutely overflowing with lubrication. I began to tease her, my fingers dancing back and forth, circling but never touching her clit, as I gave her an example of the 'rewards' she would get.
"Hah," Henrietta breathed, bucking her hips a bit. "You, you can't seduce me, Tanya. I have, mm, I have only one, nn!, one true love and I would never betray him!"
"Is that so?" I asked, nodding to myself before looking around the room. Finding what I was looking for, Tanya moved over to the vanity, with the mirror over it and drawers for makeup and such things… and, of course, hair brushes. Tanya picked a particularly wide and square one up and moved back over to the bed.
A dram of mana spun up an illusion formula and I projected a view of the two of us in front of Henrietta's face, as I gently laid the flat of the wooden brush against Henrietta's ass. "But what would your love say, were he to see this? To see the evidence of your unfaithfulness before his very eyes, when I make you beg me for release like a bitch in heat?"
NTR was a shit fetish. This was something I firmly believed in my time as the Salaryman and it remained true now that I was Tanya. Cheating was despicable and cheaters, like communists, were good for only two things: live fire target practice and fertilizer.
…But.
When it's just a little harmless roleplay, especially when it's netori and not netorare? I could live with it.
"N-no~" Henrietta moaned, shaking her head as her eyes went wide. But the way her skin flushed below me was beautiful, and the flood of fresh arousal between her legs was telling. Very telling.
It's like the butt end of a joke. 'The Aristocrats!'
"Oh yes. Now, how many licks will it take for you to break, I wonder?"
I raised the brush threatening, theatrically.
One thing I had learned in my time in modern Japan (on the internet) was that arousal, for women, was one part physical, two parts mental. Appealing to her mind would do more to turn a woman on than physical simulation alone. That held true now, as I teased Henrietta with the brush, taunting, not giving her what she expected, what she wanted on her terms.
I brought it up, held it, then brought it back down slowly, lightly rubbing it against the flesh of her buttocks. Henrietta whimpered and moaned as I dragged it out, even going so far as to push her hips up a bit and better present her ass.
Finally, I brought the brush up just as I had for the last several minutes. With no warning whatsoever, I brought it down in a firm swat upon Henrietta's flesh. "Ah!"
I lifted it and hit the other cheek, drawing another little yelp from her. I switched back and forth several times, counting out five swats on each cheek before I stopped. Henrietta panted, her face red as she squirmed on the bed, blue eyes fixed on the image of her own flushed face with me sitting over her with her sprawled across my lap.
"Well, princess? That was just a taste of what's in store for you if you don't cooperate. Make this easy on yourself. Unless you want your 'love' to see you break."
"N-never!"
"The prisoner continues to resist," Tanya nodded, looking solemn, while internally I just wanted to cackle. Some of that showed on my face as a said, "Very well. Enhanced interrogation techniques it is."
I lifted the brush and brought it down again. This time, I didn't let up. I spanked the princess hard, keeping count by the ticks of Tanya's Type-95. Two minutes and twenty seconds later, or one hundred and eighty licks with the brush, Henrietta broke into tears, bawling and thrashing on Tanya's lap… even as she came, an absolute flood of liquid pouring from her pussy lips and coating Tanya's knee.
Still, she didn't use her safe word, nor did she tell me to stop…
But perhaps I should give her a break.
I paused in my discipline of the princess. I leaned forward, pressing -my- Tanya's lips to Henrietta's ear. "Give me something. Anything, princess. And this could all be over."
"Hah, hah, huuuh," the princess panted, tears running from her eyes and her face red and blotchy. Finally, she sobbed out, "I'll, I'll tell you, uuu~"
"Good, good. Tell me."
"It's, it's in the dresser."
Just to sell the act, I pulled her off of Tanya's lap and moved over to the dresser. A quick search turned up the ring and Tanya returned to the bed, ring in hand. "It's good that you saw reason. I would hate to damage this beautiful body any more than necessary. After all… I need to be able to show you off in public."
"Eh?" Henrietta made an inquisitive noise as she recovered.
Sitting on the bed beside her, I reached out and gently rubbed her sensitive, dark red ass, spinning up a minor healing formula to ease the pain and heal her a bit lest she be entirely unable to sit tomorrow. Of course, I wouldn't be removing all of it. I wanted to leave her something to remember our encounter by, after all…
"Oh yes. We have to show the nation that you've surrendered peacefully, after all. In order to break their spirits completely and ensure there will be no future rebellion." I hummed as I considered what to say, before my mind turned back to some of the more… extreme doujins, games, and hentai I had seen on Earth. Specifically, things along the lines of Kuroinu, where a country was conquered and their women made examples of. "We'll put you in a beautiful dress that leaves your breasts and cunt exposed. Tie your hands up behind your back and put a collar on you, which I'll attach a leash to in order to lead you around. Put a veil on you so no one knows who you are, until we get you up in front of everyone, where we'll remove it for the big reveal. Then, after you cede Tristain over to the Reich and officially surrender, I'll have you drop to your knees and eat me out in front of everyone."
Henrietta was panting, her eyes shaking in her head, a blush lighting her skin as she imagined it. Her body trembled and I ran my hand over her back, drawing a shiver from her. Grinning wickedly, I added, "Of course, that may not be quite enough—and not really appropriate for a commander to engage in such dalliances in the public eye. We would need to find an appropriate substitute. And my men deserve a reward for their hard work. Yes, I think I'll have your 'one true love,'" I used air quotes and layered the sarcasm on thick there, "tied to a chair and forced to watch, visibly, for everyone to see… while my men each take their turns with you, to ensure that the Empire and Tristian have a healthy heir to secure our hold over our new vassal state. In order of rank, naturally. Major Weiss first. Grantz. Tospan. Meybert. Ahrens. Wustermann. Serebyakov—ah, but I don't think my Viktoriya would really want you after the men have had their turn…"
"ahn~" Henrietta's eyes rolled in her head.
Pushing at Henrietta's hip, I rolled her over onto her back. Tanya straddled her face, her smaller body settling over the princess as I looked down into the young woman's teal blue eyes. Reaching down, Tanya grabbed a double fistful of Henrietta's hair and began slowly grinding her hips back and forth, Tanya's folds rubbing against Henrietta's lips and her clit occasionally brushing against Henrietta's nose.
I felt it when Henrietta smirked against Tanya's lower lips. Her hands were tied behind her back, but there was still mischief and challenge in her eyes, burning beneath my gaze. Her mouth opened and her tongue slipped out, and a gasp passed Tanya's lips as she shuddered. Henri's tongue ran over and between Tanya's small lips, dipping inside as she slurped at the arousal that had begun leaking from -my- Tanya's slit. Her tongue moved up and circled Tanya's clit, before her lips latched on and she began to suckle, batting Tanya's clit back and forth with her tongue.
Tanya's eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned as Henri giggled quietly, sucking, licking, pulling, and otherwise doing things to Tanya's clit and lips that had never been done before.
As a Japanese salaryman, I had enjoyed my fair share of blowjobs. I may have even spent some time visiting a few 'soap land' establishments, in order to alleviate the stress of work after a long day. Self-care is important and it's a shame that the law of the land of Japan, and most civilized modern nations on my first Earth, make it so hard to do that when it should be as simple as going to a reputable business and exchanging money for services.
This was only vaguely like that.
It's a simple matter of biology, really. Male and female sex organs are just built differently, by their very nature. Different layout. Different nerve density, leading to different sensitivity.
Comparing oral sex as a man to oral sex as a woman was like trying to compare apples and oranges. Both are fruit, both taste good, but they are two different experiences entirely. Likewise, with the male versus female orgasm. Both are good, but in that case one was clearly better in ways than the other.
Tanya's second orgasm of the night hit her like a brick to the head and she collapsed backwards over Henrietta, blonde hair splaying out over the taller girl like a blanket. Tanya lay there, cross-eyed and panting, tongue lolling out in what was probably an amazing ahegao face… that I would absolutely be looking at and probably masturbating to later.
"Ha ha!" Henrietta cheered, and I felt her shifting around below Tanya. And then, I felt the other young woman's hands taking Tanya's legs as she sat up. Dimly, I realized that Henrietta had somehow freed her hands. "As if I've never escaped knots before, hehehehe~!"
"Urk," Tanya grunted as Henrietta's hands took her behind the knees and pushed her legs back and up, leaving Tanya entirely exposed to Henrietta's gaze—gates wide open, target completely vulnerable. Henrietta charged in and struck—
"Eep!" -I- Tanya yelped as Henrietta's hot, wet tongue probed Tanya's puckered ass. "W-w-what are you doing?!"
'The Aristocrats' was supposed to be a joke!
"Hrhrhr~!" came the muffled giggles as Henrietta brought her legs around and pinned Tanya's arms to the bed. One of her feet came up and she had the gall to tease my face, so I followed the impulse I'd had when she slipped into the bath. Tanya's head turned and I sucked Henrietta's big toe into my mouth. Her eyes met Tanya's over the blonde's snatch, mischief and competitiveness in her gaze as she began to work her true magic with her tongue. Tanya retaliated as I settled in for a protracted battle of wills, to see who would fold first.
I groaned as the covers were yanked violently off the bed. "If someone isn't dead or dying, they're going to be," Tanya growled threateningly, spooling up a light explosion formula for whoever thought waking a commanding officer up this way was a good idea. Visha knew better—
"Agnes, go away~!" Henri moaned piteously from somewhere behind my head.
That was about the time I registered the fat, soft, amazingly warm and comfortable breasts cushioning Tanya's neck. The soft, somewhat squishy body of the princess playing the big spoon to Tanya's little spoon. And of course, there were the expected and some unexpected aches and pains from a night of really good sex with a nubile, beautiful, and most of all enthusiastic young woman to remind me just what had happened over the course of the night.
"Get up, get dressed. You have to meet the Cardinal this morning after breakfast, your highness. Tanya is likewise scheduled to go with me to meet with Headmaster Osmond. If we leave within the hour, we can get there before noon by horse."
I considered that, before sighing in resignation and gently pulling Henrietta's arms from around Tanya's smaller body, ignoring the way Agnes eyed the obvious hickeys and bite marks—on both of us. "Very well. Give me a half hour to get clean and dressed, and grab breakfast to go." Turning, I spotted a particularly visible hickey on Henrietta's neck. "You'll need makeup for that," I pointed it out, earning a quiet chuckle from her as she sighed.
"Fine. Fine, Agnes. Send in someone to help me scrub down and get into a dress, please." Cracking one eye open, she eyed me with amusement. "When you get back, perhaps we can try out more 'interrogation,' mein furher?"
"…Nng," Tanya palmed her face as I remembered that yes, I did make the princess call Tanya (the invading leader) that at one point, because it got a giggle out of -me- Tanya. "Ja."
Standing up and forcing the blush down, I dressed in Tanya's night gown and made my way to the bath. Sitting in the bath and scrubbing quickly, I allowed my mind to go over and unpack everything that had happened last night.
The sex was, quite honestly, mind blowing. I had some good sex when I was a Japanese salaryman, but actual sex as Tanya with Henrietta (as opposed to a little petting with Visha) easily ranked in the top five experiences. And that was without getting terribly creative. Just mouths, hands, and feet. No penetration on either side, beyond fingers and tongues.
And that… bothered me, more than I thought it should. It felt, to my mind, like something seemed… missing from the whole experience. It was good, yes. Amazing, really. I had never come so many times in a night before—in several encounters, really. Double digits, easily over thirty times—I stopped counting when one of Tanya's orgasms started rolling into another.
Frowning, I looked over Tanya's svelte body and began applying the minor healing formula to start removing bruising, redness, and other evidence of our misdeeds as I pondered the problem. I didn't have an answer by the time I finished washing the scent of sex from Tanya's body and made my way to Tanya's room, finding a set of clothes already laid out for me. Slipping into my Empire issue underwear because they were just more comfortable than the local stuff, I pulled on the brown leather pants, loose blouse, some long socks (also Empire issue), and my riding boots.
My belt went next, with my Luger and combat knife. Removing the MKMS from where it had been strapped to my bag, I slung it over Tanya's shoulder and secured it in place so it wouldn't flop and slip around, but could still be easily drawn and brought to bear. A long black coat hid the weapons and I filled its pockets with backup mags and a couple of grenades. Rooting around in my other bag, I pulled out my thermos and stuck it in one of my deep pockets. I double checked and made sure I had the Type-95—and found it right where it should be, around Tanya's neck. I snagged the cavalier Agnes had gotten for me off the hat and coat rack beside the door as I left the room and locked up, before heading for the kitchen—pulling my gloves from the pockets and pulling them on along the way to hide Tanya's magical tattoo.
Ready to face the day, and an enemy attack, I made my way to the kitchen and picked up a light breakfast and lunch, and filled my thermos with coffee. I ate and sipped coffee on the way out to the stables, where I found Agnes. We mounted up in silence and I sent up a quiet (Shinto) prayer for my poor ass.
It wasn't until we were well outside of the castle and town before Agnes said something. "You are in a unique position, when it comes to the princess. One only occupied by her best friend, once upon a time. Don't abuse it, and remember that your actions reflect on her now—especially once the truth of your nature comes out."
"Of course," I agreed, and the blonde nodded.
Along the way to the castle, I had time to think further on the thought I'd had in the bath as I kept an eye on the road and our surroundings, along with the passive and active detection formulas I was running in the background.
It wasn't that things had felt wrong, per se. Or that there wasn't an emotional attachment so it was just meaningless, casual sex. I hadn't had a problem with that in the past, because in Japan I hadn't had time for real relationships so the only sex I enjoyed was casual.
And to be clear, there was something of an emotional connection with Henrietta. The beginnings of something. I liked Visha more, but then, my adjutant had been by my side since the Rhine front. We had spilled the same blood in the same mud, lived in each other's pockets, and been there for each other for nearly all of the victories and losses.
And isn't that depressing. That it took being separated from her to realize how strongly I feel for Visha.
…The rules regarding fraternization between officers would have prevented anything from really happening beyond what little we got away with, but it would have been nice to be able to tell her.
I forced my mind away from thoughts of the Empire a world away and back to the problem at hand.
I liked Henrietta. Admired her, even—at least, what I had seen so far. I wasn't in love with her by any means, but I would say that I was beginning to think of her as an actual friend. And sharing what Tanya had last night with a friend, with Henrietta, was… it was nice.
There was just something missing. Some element I couldn't put my finger on.
As I rode, I considered what I remembered of sex on my first Earth and compared it to sex as Tanya.
We enjoyed it. It was fun. We both came a lot. Cuddled and slept together. It was satisf…
I blinked, frowning as I turned that word over in my head. Satisfaction.
Was it satisfying?
I had enough. It scratched the itch. I felt better than I had in a long time. Tanya was so relaxed that even now, I wasn't too irritated about the saddle pounding my ass harder than the government.
But there was a distinct lack of a feeling that I hadn't really even given much thought to as a salaryman—or rather, as a man. A bone deep, visceral, wet, throbbing, pumping satisfaction that had left me drained, sated and happy at least for a while. A sense of a job done well, in a way. Of completion. Feeling fulfilled.
I allowed the horse to fall back behind Agnes as my eye began to twitch and I suspected I had come to the root of the issue.
Taking a breath, I laid it all out for myself to see.
At the end of the day, as much as I didn't want it to be so, I was Tanya and Tanya was me. We were not two separate entities. Tanya's body was my body, now. Tanya was female—had been born that way and would die that way. Tanya's body and more importantly, her brain was female. But I, me, the consciousness driving the body that was Tanya was male. Had been born, lived a life, and -died- was killed as a man.
That was before that fraud, that hack, that absolute bad joke claiming to be not just a god but The capital 'G' God Being-X had plucked my soul out of the natural cycle of things to complain to me about how people no longer worshiped him and, in an irrational fit of petty anger, throw my freshly unjustly murdered soul into a new world, to be reborn in the body of a little girl, in a world soon to be at war.
I had experienced decades of life as a man. It was what I knew. Who I was, mentally.
Was, the mutinous thought crossed my mind, and I wanted to crush it under heel—but it just wouldn't die, so instead I shoved it to the back of my mind.
Sex as a man was different from sex as a woman. And I was beginning to realize that there were certain psychological elements that were also different, or maybe missing entirely.
I was missing that sense of satisfaction.
Maybe it came from some leftover lizard brain instinct, the drive to procreate, to impregnate a woman with my seed as a man. Something Tanya's body was physically incapable of—lacked the equipment for entirely. But because I was used to having that, the lack of it was noticable and left me feeling… like the job wasn't done, in a way. Unfulfilled. Unsatisfied.
Another trap by Being-X, or just unintended consequences? Or perhaps the so-called 'god' knew all along and was just waiting for me to discover it so he could laugh.
A chilling thought occurred. One that left me feeling sick to my stomach with revulsion.
What if he knew, and that was the intent. To break me entirely. To remake me, like some bad doujin where the male protag is gender swapped… and then repeatedly raped into ahegao, impregnated, and in the end realizes that he would rather be she and now feels more 'right' than he ever did as a man? Could he really be that much of a sick fuck?
…Who was I kidding? When dealing with Being-X, it was better to err on the side of him trying to fuck me over.
In this case, it would be literal!
"Ahahahahehe~" a -mad- giggle escaped my lips, causing Agnes to shiver and turn in her seat, sending me a measuring look.
"Something wrong?"
I took a deep breath, forcing the feelings down. The job came first. I could -cry- -break down- rage later.
I put a small smile on Tanya's face. "Aaah~ I'm fine, Agnes. Just lost in thought."
"Mm," she nodded, and pulled on her reigns a bit, falling back beside -me- Tanya. "Alright. Let's go over what we can expect."
"Certainly. Intelligence of one's allies is just as valuable as knowledge of one's enemies. What do I need to know?"