WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: Copious amounts of hair and some inappropriate use of the French language. You have been warned.
Shiro and Sora spent Sunday morning inside playing board and card games, revolving through several different games until they finally settled on a perennial favorite, chess.
The first sign that something was wrong was when Shiro lost three games in a row. Sora glanced at his sister, wondering what was going on. The two siblings were both equal in game skill. To even lose two games in a row was a statistical rarity.
Sora sat up. "Hey, it looks like we lost track of time. How about we go out and have some lunch?"
Shiro nodded halfheartedly. Sora stared at his sister nervously and then picked her up to go out to the garden.
During lunch, Shiro ate little more than some soup and could only drink water. She began complaining about the cold even as the bright, early summer sun shone directly over them, and Sora began to realize that his little sister was sick.
Sora rushed his sister inside immediately. Shiro lay there, lying on the bed in the room she usually slept in during the week. Her breathing was now slow and protracted, her movements sluggish, and she turned over and glanced at Sora.
"Nii…I'm sorry about this."
"It's not your fault."
Shiro groaned and stared up at the ceiling. Her head hurt. She fell asleep a few minutes later, and Sora waited by her side on the floor, reading. Occasionally, servants came in to change the hot towel press on Shiro's forehead or to pour tea for Sora.
Shiro finally woke up several hours later. It was already late in the afternoon.
"How are you feeling, Shiro? Any better?"
"No."
Sora sighed.
"What should I do, Nii. Should I go back to sleep?"
"Do you feel tired?"
"No. But it hurts to move, and I'm bored."
Sora sighed again. It was the kind of illness that left its victim completely bedridden, where one could only sleep in two or three hour spurts, punctuated by hour long stints of wakefulness with absolutely nothing to do, until finally falling asleep again out of sheer desperate boredom. The kind of sickness where it hurt so much that you could only get up to go to the bathroom, and even then only when the discomfort in your bladder was greater than the pain of getting up.
"Would you like me to read you a story, Shiro?"
Shiro nodded. As Sora read, it was obvious that she wasn't paying much attention. However, Sora kept going anyway, continuing until he was sure that Shiro was asleep. He waited for several more minutes before finally getting up. He had to go to the bathroom himself.
Sora was not gone for long. Though Shiro was the one who was sick and not him, Sora still felt the effects of separation from his beloved sister, and he was soon back. One of the servants knocked on the door, opening it just a little bit.
"Would you like to take your supper here, Your Majesty?"
"Yeah, that would be great. And just some soup for Shiro, please."
The servant nodded, coming back a few minutes later with a tray. He set it on the floor next to Sora and then bowed as he left the room. Sora groaned and buried his head in his hands as he listened to Shiro rest.
Shiro came to a little later.
"How are you feeling?"
"Damp. Sweaty."
"I'll get them to change the sheets later."
"Nii, you know how your dreams get more vivid when you're sick?"
"Did that happen to you?"
"Yes."
Sora sighed. Fever dreams were the worst. However, the alternative was to stay awake, which was far worse because it hurt to even move.
Ultimately, the worst thing about being sick was that it was boring.
…
"Yes, the Queen has a bad fever."
The attending physician checked his thermometer. Sora glanced over at the old man. This time, it wasn't one of the two female doctors on the royal household staff attending to his sister. He still remembered those two women very well.
The physician shook his head.
"It looks like it's an ordinary flu. A rather severe case, but it looks like the fever is breaking. Her temperature has stayed constant so far. We'll continue to check in on her. Right now, she needs lots of rest and fluids."
Sora sighed with relief and thanked the physician. He sat and watched as servants continued to come in and wipe down Shiro's body while she slept. She was still sweating, which was a positive sign.
The sun had already set, and Sora didn't bother to get up as the room grew dark. After a while, one of the servants lit up the candles in the room.
Finally, after several more hours, and one more measurement of Shiro's temperature, Sora looked up to see two familiar figures towering over him.
"Master, are you all right?"
Sora started with surprise at the unexpected appearance of Steph and Jibril. He then remembered that it was Sunday night and began to groan.
"Can I just stay here for the night?"
"Are you going to sleep here, Sora?"
"…"
"What are you going to do tomorrow?"
Sora raised his head from his lap. He then groaned. If today was Sunday night, then the next day was going to be Monday. As the reigning monarch of the Elchea Federation, he had to hold the royal audience alone tomorrow.
"Can't you just cancel it?"
Steph bit her lip. "Well…"
"Well what?"
"We can, but it severely inconveniences everyone. I mean, we did just annex an entire country…The affairs of state are more complicated than ever before. We can always move the schedule around, but it's always very difficult to accommodate days of the monarch's absence."
"Can't you get Miko to do it or something?"
"…It wouldn't be the same. Besides, Miko is still seen as an emissary of a foreign state by many in the capital."
Sora groaned. Steph was right. He was not the one who was sick. It would be rather selfish of him to shirk his duties for personal reasons.
"We can arrange for the audience to be moved back a day…"
"Wait. Stop. I'll do it."
Steph and Jibril looked back at Sora. With a smile, the two girls extended their arms and helped Sora up off the ground.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. Your sacrifice in service of your country will not go unnoticed."
…
Sora lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep. The royal court was tomorrow, and the longer he stayed awake, the more unpleasant it was going to be the next morning.
Steph and Jibril opened up the door, peering in.
"Can we come in, Sora?"
"Master…are you still awake?"
The two girls crept in and got in bed on either side of Sora. Sora felt the warm bodies in on either side of him and shuddered. It felt surprisingly comfortable to have the two girls accompanying him like this.
"Sora, if you're having trouble sleeping, we can use that technique on you. It's a common technique among female servants used for male scions of noble families."
"Oh, you're talking about that technique, Steph?"
Steph and Jibril giggled, and the two girls flipped open the sheets as they reached over and began to fondle Sora's penis. To their delight, he was already erect, and the girls giggled as they played with Sora in the dark.
Sora moaned as his two girls pleasured him with their hands. He was taken by surprise as another hand grabbed him by the face and turned his head, and he felt Steph's tongue go down his throat as she kissed him.
Sora was then jerked in the other direction as Jibril kissed him next. She moaned as they locked lips, and as Sora felt Jibril against his face, he could also feel Steph's hot breath against the back of his head, jealously awaiting her turn again.
The two girls continued like this, taking turns kissing Sora. Both girls began moaning, rubbing their crotches against Sora's thighs as they made out with him. The two girls were now almost completely on top of him, rubbing his arms between their breasts as they cried out longingly for his body, their hands wrapped worshipfully around his cock.
"How are you feeling, Sora~? Are you feeling all better?"
"Come on, Sora, a nice workout for your testicles will make everything feel nice again!"
The two girls moaned again and grasped Sora by the cheeks. This time, both girls kissed him at the same time, thrusting their tongues inside his mouth as they licked him inside his throat. The two girls smothered Sora, crushing him completely as they continued to fondle him between his legs. Finally, Sora spasmed on the bed, shaking as he nutted all over the sheets.
The girls pulled away, creating a loud slurping noise as they withdrew their tongues. With their hands still tightly clasped around Sora's semi-erect dick, they immediately began pleasuring him once more without pausing to take a break.
Sora began moaning now, his dick throbbing from the pleasantly numb pain. The two girls now began licking Sora's ears, regaling him with the soft, catlike rhythm of their breaths directly in his ear canal.
Sora moaned again, and he came a second time shortly afterwards. His entire lower body was now covered in thick, musky liquid. Even so, Steph and Jibril continued jerking Sora off even as he began letting out cute, anguished moans of pain.
The pain quickly turned into pleasure once more, and Sora came once again, a little less this time and with a weaker blast as the cum simply dripped out from his dickhole like lava onto his ballsack. His entire body was feeling loose and relaxed now, and Sora's mind was beginning to blank out.
Steph and Jibril giggled and continued to pleasure Sora again, ignoring his weak moans of pain as they continued to torment his oversensitive cock.
By his fourth orgasm, Sora was already fast asleep. By his sixth, he was already dreaming. By his eighth, Sora was deep in slumber, and his girls collapsed on top of him, passing out as well as their tired arms flopped down onto his torso.
…
Sora faced the doors to the throne room. There were people from all walks of life assembled outside waiting for him, who had been granted the opportunity to meet with the king. They had already been told of Shiro's illness, and that it would simply be Sora who would listen to their pleas today.
Steph and Jibril stood beside him, staring at the door.
Sora sighed and nodded to them, and they pushed it open.
Everything about this felt odd to him. It was the first time he was holding the royal audience without his sister. He was even wearing the special robes that royals normally wore, instead of his usual yellow T-shirt and jeans. He had a feeling that Steph and Jibril were planning something, but he was used enough to this that he didn't complain.
Sora walked through the doors and stepped into the large, lavishly decorated room that held the royal throne. The doors in the back, through which they had just passed, led to the private dressing room. The main doors, through which everyone else entered, were at the opposite walls on the other side. Beyond those doors was the reception room, where everyone was waiting.
Sora sighed and settled on the throne. Jibril and Steph nodded to the doormen, who opened the doors as the usher outside announced that the king was ready to meet his subjects.
Slowly, the ministers, priests, and selected members of the public filed in. The various civil officials began first, giving general announcements of the affairs of their departments. The same occurred with officials of other departments as they gave bland, official summaries of various events from across the country, all of which would eventually be printed in the royal broadsheet.
What happened next was what everyone cared about. Various members of the public whose petitions had gained the attention of lower officials had been invited to see the royal siblings. They now assembled and prepared to present their cases to the king.
The first petitioner was up. A young peasant woman with long, honey-colored hair tied in a braid stepped forward, bowing to the king.
"Your Majesty…"
The official who had invited her stepped forward and presented her case for her. A young widowed mother of three, she was from a district that had suffered a massive fire a few weeks ago. The entire district was in need of assistance, but as the one with the most sympathetic story, she had been chosen to represent the townspeople of the entire district.
The girl who stood in front of Sora blushed, looking away nervously. She was too flustered to speak.
Jibril giggled and coaxed her forward. Sora stared at the girl some more. It was amazing to him that such a cute and humble young woman was already a widow and a mother. Her eyes were a dark caramel color, a light brown that had a tinge of red in it. She was quite beautiful, and her shy demeanor and simple clothes made her look especially pitiable.
Sora's cock instantly began to harden, and the bulge in his robes began to expand. The folds in his robes helped conceal his tent, and Sora instantly looked back at Steph and Jibril in disbelief as he realized for the first time why they had chosen these robes for him.
Steph smiled and reached down to undo Sora's pants. She flipped the robe aside as his erect cock burst out in front of the entire room, causing the entire court to gasp in horror. Jibril grinned and guided the young woman forward, nudging her onto her knees.
"Isn't that wonderful? The king was very moved by your story. Could you please do His Majesty a favor and relieve him of his tension?"
The beautiful young mother stared up at Sora, her irises teary and shimmering. She then dipped her head, nodding to her king, and placed her lips on Sora's cock, loudly sucking him off in front of the entire court.
"BYU-U-U-U-U-U-RU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U…JU-U-U-U-U-U-U-RU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U…RE-RO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O…RO-O-O-O-O-O-PA-A-A-A-A-A-A…CHU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-PA-A-A-A…shu-u-u-u-u-u…JU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U…chu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u…NYU-U-U-U-U-RU-U-U-U-U-U-U…"
The mother began to lift up her skirt, playing with herself as she slobbered on Sora's knob, and the court was treated to the sight of the widowed mother's dripping, hairy pussy. The mother then lowered her head and began to treat Sora's balls, cleaning off his sack as his dick flopped in the air.
The men in the court suddenly began to feel very self-conscious as they stared at their king's gargantuan member, and the ladies blushed as they covered their crotches with their fans.
The young mother then pulled away, grabbing Sora with her hand and jerking him off as she climbed on top of his lap and began to sloppily make out with him. Sora thrust his crotch up against the mother, rubbing against her wet pussy with his shaft.
Finally, after some time had passed, Jibril pulled the young mother away, grabbing her by her cheeks as she stared the girl in the eye.
"The district's request shall be granted. Furthermore, your performance for the king has been deemed quite satisfactory, and as reward, you shall personally be granted an annuity of one hundred ducats a year, to be paid quarterly for life."
Jibril pulled the girl in as she kissed her on the mouth. She then pushed the girl onto her knees as she jerked off Sora's cock; Sora groaned and threw his head back as he came all over the young mother's face.
"Le Roy le veult."
The young mother kneeled in reverence, kissing Sora's boots. She then stood up and turned around, lifting her skirt as she mooned Sora and masturbated in gratitude. The mother cried out, squirting all over Sora's robes, and then turned back around and bowed to Sora one last time before hurrying back into her place.
The court herald looked nervously down at the scroll as he called out the next person. Sora looked down at his own copy of the list and realized that every entry had a female name.
Sora's girls smiled at their king as another beautiful young peasant with large, hazel eyes and long, wavy brown hair stepped forward, bowing to the king with a rather cute, nervous smile on her face.
Happy-sama became erect again in front of the court.
…
The royal audience ended about an hour later. Steph and Jibril assisted Sora up from his seat and then lifted the back of his robe as they began to play with his butthole. The court watched in shock as the king began to moan, his hips shaking as his two girls ran their fingers gently along his puckered brown eye, teasing him as they only ever pressed and prodded it, never sticking their fingers in entirely.
Steph and Jibril were gentle, using their other hands to gently tease and massage Happy-sama, rubbing it along its very tip until it exploded in a momentous burst all over the crimson carpet in front of the throne.
The court stared in shocked silence. The royal audience was now over.
The shocked courtiers began to silently shuffle to leave when Jibril flew up in the air, filling the entire room with a gust of wind.
"I understand that as soon as you lot leave the court, you're going to blab about what happened. This is perfectly fine, but if any word of what happened today gets to the Queen's ears, I WILL HUNT DOWN EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU AND BURN YOU ALL TO A CRISP AND THEN RAPE YOUR CORPSES. Understand?"
Jibril then giggled and cocked her head. The entire room stared at the Flügel and nodded in terror, (mostly figuratively) wetting themselves.
…
Sora returned to his residential quarters for lunch. He was received at his chambers by Kurami and Feel, who stood in front of the door with unhappy grimaces on their faces. The girls bowed to Sora and accompanied him inside.
Sora lay on top of the bed, where his lunch was waiting on a portable tray. He pulled down his pants and stared at Kurami and Feel.
Steph and Jibril glared at the two, annoyed at their stalling. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
Kurami and Feel now looked even more miserable as they grudgingly climbed on top of the bed. Closing their eyes and biting their lips, the two girls nervously raised their arms, allowing the detached sleeves on their outfits to fall aside and revealing their hairy armpits.
For over a week now, the women and girls of the palace had been forbidden from shaving their armpits. Kurami's and Feel's armpit hairs had been allowed to grow out uncontrolledly the entire time, until they draped their owners' armpits like new vegetation in a clearing.
Kurami's small, petite armpits were now fully carpeted in thick, wiry violet hair. The nadir of her pit was far denser than the edge, with longer, thicker hairs, forming a single clump that bunched up in the middle.
In contrast, Feel's armpits were an unending monstrosity of long blonde cords. As with everything else on her body, Feel's armpits were a sordid portrait of excess. The first hairs started only a few centimeters below her elbow, rapidly thickening until they reached the central crease of her pits, where the ropy hairs that grew there were thick enough to floss with.
Thus unrestrained, Feel's armpits had grown so savage and hairy that their sour, oily smell filled up every room she stayed in, and her one attempt to shave them in violation of the rules had ended in a broken razor.
Thus humiliated, Kurami and Feel gritted their teeth as they displayed their underarms, and Happy-sama became fully erect again.
"Wow, Feel, your entire body is gross. You look like a true bitch!"
"How did you ever manage to walk around in Elven Gard without every single boy in town jizzing his pants?"
Jibril and Steph began to kiss and lick Feel's armpits, jealously masturbating as they rubbed their noses in Feel's sweaty bushes. Feel shut her eyes and began silently sobbing, her eyes growing almost as wet as her pussy as she allowed herself to be molested by her two senpais.
Jibril and Steph raised their arms as well, displaying them to Sora.
"How is it, Master? Ours aren't quite as beautiful as Feel-chan's and Kurami-chan's, but we hope Happy-sama finds them satisfactory anyway."
Seeing Sora's cock react positively to their bushes, Steph and Jibril blushed.
"Come on, Sora, let's eat…"
They giggled nervously and hurriedly picked up the silverware from the serving tray as they prepared to feed Sora.
"Well? Girls, you already know what to do. What are you waiting for?"
Kurami and Feel flushed red. The girls crawled up to Happy-sama on the bed and lifted their arms, touching their underarms against each other as the two girls formed a hairy, prickly crevice in the space between. The girls then moved their shoulders down on Sora's loins and began to jerk him off with their armpits.
"Say 'ahh,' Master."
Sora arched forward in the air, curving his back as Kurami's and Feel's Amazonian jungles pushed up against his dick. He opened his mouth and cried out as he felt the thick, wet hairs rub against his penis, and Jibril stuffed the fork inside, filling her master's mouth with food.
Sora continued to eat as the two girls at his lap pleasured him. Kurami and Feel quickly tired from being stuck in their awkward position, and the two girls had to switch arms. Now using their other armpits, Kurami and Feel continued to jerk off Happy-sama with still-unhappy expressions on their faces.
At that moment, Miko and Izuna entered the room as well, bowing to their king before climbing onto the bed. Miko stared at Kurami and Feel, watching them silently as they avoided looking at her directly. Then turning to Sora, Miko lifted up her arm.
"Does the sight of this please you, Master?"
Sora stared at Miko's underarm bush, and Kurami and Feel uttered out a yelp as Sora grew even harder between their shoulders.
"Izuna-chan, you know what to do…"
"Yes…desu."
Izuna climbed on Sora's chest and lifted up her arms as well. Although she was still a little girl, there were already light clumps of dark violet hair on both of her armpits.
Miko and Izuna smiled and pressed their underarms against Sora's nose. Their strong werebeast stench filled his nose, and Sora felt his nose squished underneath the girls' pits until their hairs tickled his nostrils.
Sora sniffed their sweat-drenched bushes, moaning helplessly as the salty, musky hairs began to slip into his mouth, filling his throat with the intoxicating stench. Miko's armpits were thick and hairy and thoroughly drowned in overpowering pheromones, while Izuna's scent was lighter, with a much cooler, more refreshing odor. The gentle, light tones of her armpit sweat complemented Miko's, offering a sweet afterscent that mixed well with Miko's foul, deep, bass tones.
Sora uttered a single final moan as he suddenly came inside Kurami's and Feel's underarms. Kurami and Feel nervously smiled, kneeling as they thanked their master.
"T-Thank you for marking our bushes, Happy-sama."
"Y-You have surely blessed us, for your semen will surely enhance our s-scents."
Showing off their cum-glazed armpits, Kurami and Feel then put their arms back down, grimacing as the slimy goo spread all over their hairs. Next spreading their legs and showing off their dripping wet pussies, Kurami and Feel began to masturbate in front of Sora, unable to help themselves.
Miko and Izuna and Steph and Jibril watched quietly as the two girls squirted all over the sheets. After several seconds of silence, the girls all began talking at once.
"I call dibs on rubbing his dick with my armpits next time!"
"Next time, it's my turn to let him sniff my bush!"
"I want to use my pits on Happy-sama too!"
Kurami blushed and wiggled her hips. "I thought we were going to stay in the same positions next time."
Feel smiled sheepishly and stared at Sora with big, teary eyes. "Did you enjoy it, Sora? Do you want us to jerk you off with our armpits every time?"
"HEY, NO FAIR! Crying in front of Master is cheating!"
"We already agreed to it! We're rotating every time, and WE'RE going to rub Sora with our armpit hairs next time. You two are going to feed him!"
Kurami sneered at Steph and Jibril. "HUHHHH? You think Sora will get off to your pathetic armpits? Ours are the only ones thick and hairy enough for Happy-sama."
"You're showing an awful lot of cheek, aren't you, girl? Don't think you can get away with it just because you're cute!"
"Hm? You think I'm cute~? I didn't quite catch that, can you say that again, Steph-chan?"
Sora watched his girls argue, his cock growing hard again. Steph looked down and saw Happy-sama growing erect beneath her legs, and the others gradually quieted down as they noticed Sora's erection as well.
The six girls then turned to Sora, grinning.
All six girls licked their lips, slinking towards Sora as they lifted their arms in the air, showing off their twelve majestic forests.
"Sora~, please pay close attention; this is very important. Which of us has the prettiest armpits?!"
…
"How are you feeling, Shiro?"
Shiro was well enough to sit up in her bed now. She continued to wear a hot press on her forehead, and one of the servants was kneeling beside her, feeding her soup in little spoonfuls.
"Much (mmph) better, Nii."
Shiro's gaze was still unfocused, but she was able to talk in longer, more complete sentences than before, and she also looked a lot less visibly in pain. However, she still endeavored to move as little as possible, doing her best to avoid turning her head as she tried not to provoke her headache.
Sora smiled and tousled Shiro's hair. Shiro groaned slightly and sipped another spoonful of soup.
Le Roy le veult is the phrase used in the UK today when the monarch signs a bill (le Roy when it is a king, la Reyne when it is a queen). It comes from the Norman Conquest, and is an artifact of the times when the royalty and nobility still used French for government business.
Even though the NGNL universe does not correspond to anything on Earth, I liked the sound of the phrase and decided to use it anyway.
Invariably, someone is going to mention that the correct phrase in this context is not Le Roy le veult, but rather Soit fait comme il est désiré, as the act involved was a private bill affecting only one person, as opposed to a public bill creating a new law. Obviously. However, Soit fait comme il est désiré doesn't sound as cool, so I didn't use it. So there.