Unwavering 14 (Overlord, Zanac!SI)
What happens when you find resolve after years of aimless slaughtering of innocents?
If someone was to ask Clementine this question, the answer would quite disappointing. 'Very little', that's what she would say. Or, at least, that's what she believed when handling such query within the notion of the immediate answering. If she was given more time to ponder on the question, her answer would be a bit more complicated, and definitely 'lessened' by a sense of embarrassment.
Being a bodyguard to a prince of a foreign kingdom after what she did and went through felt like life being cruelly ironic with her predicament. Her mind regained a sense of morality and she thought herself unworthy of redemption- yet, here she was, somewhat respected by other guards and her advice contemplated by her 'boss'.
Zanac was an anomalous. Not only due to his usual behavior that hardly kept a sense of decorous pride to his voice and deeds, but rather for his own unique brand of 'being himself'. He had initially held a sense of mystery that Clementine found to be somewhat 'pulling'.
He was soon unraveling to her in a way that felt proper to knowing an individual for a long time. It wasn't a full reveal, but the exposure of his character both in public and in private enabled a sense of awareness of what his thoughts may be on some instances.
And as years had gone by since she was chosen to serve him, Clementine felt her position gave her something to look forward to the next day. It wasn't much, life was slow and paperwork was the worst nightmare the prince faced, but it would be a lie to say that he was devoid of enemies.
As much as she wanted to consider the two assassins she personally slain as 'simple trash', the fact it happened left her vigilant for surprises as the nobles in the capitals were, as Zanac himself had confessed to her, vipers ready to strike at the weakest spot for power.
A fitting view of how world politics truly unfolded in high society.
Albeit the Slane Theocracy was not as intensely competitive among 'nobles', the theocracy was packed with the kind of background moves that tended to fully influence the known affairs of the nation. Re-Estize replaced priests with nobles, and those of godly bloodlines with ancient houses.
There were more differences, but Clementine was not keen to care much of this topic. Not when her chore was to guard the prince and nothing more. It was simple, and it spared her headaches where it was possible.
But as the years went by, Clementine also started to get more intrigued if her role may 'evolve' in due time. The prince was a busy man, a stressed man too, so it made sense he would require some womanly attention. She considered he would prefer to court a fellow noble, but he hardly played that role of match-making.
Mayhaps he had already someone in mind? If that was the case, then Clementine felt nervous because... she was the one that he spent the most time with. Her and his sister. But where Princess Renner felt 'interested' in that possibility of being the 'secret wife' of her brother, Clementine was certain that the prince wasn't as enthused by the possibility.
It wasn't like he could deny her, but it was clear that had been given a choice for a partner, then Clementine would be in that list. And while part of her had her dread such possibility, it was also true she yearned for that sort of situation.
Maybe it was her admiration for the prince, or maybe it was her womanly needs tying up with such matter and remarking how she could kill two birds with a stone if they were to share a bed. Also, that felt like a 'safe' political option considering Clementine had no ties with the factions in court and she was a trustworthy element in the prince's camp - not her words, but Zanac's own comments to 'praise her loyalty'.
So, the huge dilemma fully manifested as the prince went through greater lengths to make sure the paybooks of the kingdom were in the clear. She had been entrusted with the notion that Re-Estize's economy was fucked and that the one to blame was the (no-longer) Crown Prince. Clementine had heard Zanac whine on his older brother, but the woman saw his actions as far more unforgivable when compared to the claims. Zanac was just 'too soft' on his family, she deduced.
Nonetheless, the stress was piling up for the young prince and, without even thinking too much about it, Clementine spoke up her mind.
"I would like to use the 'yearly favor' of last year, the one I didn't use," She remarked, drawing the tired gaze of the prince on her. "It's a private favor."
He blinked, nodding but frowning right as she leaned in to whisper what she had in mind. Zanac's eyes widened, and he appeared moments away to decline the idea but he gave her a lengthy look and... asked a single question.
"Are you sure about it? You really want that?"
"If milord wishes-"
"That's not the answer I am looking for, Clementine," He argued, interrupting her as she found herself actually flustered by such development.
"I... I suppose I wouldn't mind you since you are someone I trust, milord."
She was trusting him with her first time, her purity - her maidenhood. In the past, Clementine would have been unwilling to consider parting ways with that aspect of her body. Who would have truly wanted to make her a mother? And why would she wish to be submitted to someone else?
Now, however, she was aware the prince was a kind man and a serious one. One that she also felt somewhat comfortable around and that she knew was not trying to use her as a tool. Even though being used as one would make her poor feelings lessen before the reality of being one to the prince.
Despite some reluctance, he approved. But he made some whispered rules to make this feel less about him exploiting his position and...
Trying to make each other be happy with the end results.
In Clementine's view, this was part of that abnormality that was the Prince's view on royal etiquette. He wasn't that bothered of doing intimate things with a 'commoner' and a 'former enemy' at that, but because he cared for her.
The thought had her shuddering in a form of bliss that reminded her of her sadistic past but... it was smoother, more suave to her mind. And as the 'simple thought' of what would come to that night remained in her mind to fester, the usual flat confidence Clementine sported deteriorated into a degree of embarrassment.
She had offered this gesture because she felt indebted with the prince but... she was not an expert in that sort of closeness. She thought of interrogating a courtesan in the capital, yet she held back out of fear of causing a major issue if she was caught in the act by some unsavory spies.
Clementine was thus wandering into a land of uncertainty where she was going to share the bed with her prince.
Then the thought had her pause still, frozen in shock at that tiny possessive hue within her feelings. 'Her' prince. Since when she saw him like 'hers'?
Maybe it was Zanac's idea of being 'equal partners' in bed, which felt ridiculous and yet... kind of exciting.
As night came, Clementine's mind was buzzing with scenarios and ideas. She wandered early into the prince's bedroom, the agents set to guard his door merely nodding at her, as if aware she was to be there. Yet, the prince wasn't there - not yet.
Gulping nervously, the woman eyed the prince's bed and... and she felt coerced by her unease to be 'ready' in it. Ditching her clothes was easy, but then lying in there to wait was surprisingly long and 'excruciatingly displeasing'.
Only as he finally arrived her body heated up. Despite some usual unease over her body, Clementine knew that she was 'pretty'. She had big breasts, her ass was curvy, she had child-bearing hips but... she had some muscles and abs. Those were far from feminine elements for a man to find attractive.
Or... that was what she thought as she actually felt Zanac admiring those details the most. Shocking, but it made quite aroused as he approached.
"You look gorgeous."
Three words and Clementine's mind was put at ease over her self-beating. Gone was the hints of shame as the praise cracked at her unease and left her smiling awkwardly. Said awkwardness mellowing as he slowly undressed, revealing the lean frame he had that she already had seen glimpses of and then... his penis.
I-It's bigger than I thought.
It was always so difficult to predict the sizes of men's cocks, but she had quite mistaken the full length Zanac could muster and... it wasn't even fully erected. She gulped nervously again, but Zanac didn't dare to just go for it just yet.
He shifted in bed, hugged her frame as their warm bodies collided softly. She felt jolts go through her skins, but those only made her less stiff at his touch. He shifted some locks of hair from her head and then planted a kiss on it, then on her cheek and, finally, to her starving lips.
Never before Clementine felt the urge to want to be loved as much as now. And the prince was giving her what she wanted. She almost broke into tears with just a kiss, but she couldn't let a tiny 'speck' of love ruin the moment.
His touching was there, a bit rough but cautious. Clementine was following his example shortly after, her hands tenderly appraising his own muscles - he trained with her a lot, so she had seen those already but... but it was different than actually touching the frame. To 'taste it'.
They were still kissing as their wandering hands found their main 'targets'. Clementine rubbed the throbbing length while Zanac carefully stirred a finger by her slit, prodding along the entrance to stimulate her. Not too long after, she admitted of being ready.
Zanac and her were soon sitting one in front of the other, with Clementine helping him in aiming his cock by her entrance. She could imagine how intense such size was going to be for her but, as he entered her, the pain still forced her to pause.
He held her close, whispering comforting words that finally broke her mask. Tears were flooding out, and soon the pain was replaced by pleasure. He was still slow, tender, caring. His lips further soothed her soreness and made her wanting more of it.
They were at it for a while, the sweet nature of their first time made her weak and eager, enough that she almost forgot the ramifications of a creampie. Yet, Zanac went on and she was soon feeling her pussy sponging upward all of his thick seed straight to her womb.
They were still holding hands when they orgasmed together, with Clementine feeling red on her face and yet also nervous about one thing.
"I-If I remain pregnant-"
"I will marry you," Zanac replied bluntly, surprising Clementine and yet filling her with renewed confusion. "You will be my queen, my wife, my lover, my guard and mine. Only if you wish so."
Her brain heated up at the idea of marry Zanac. What about the nobles? Yes, what about people that would matter little with the kind of tight security Zanac had- plus, the reputation he was to wield was soon going to overrule any opposition.
Clementine had already seen her staying by his side as certain but now... now her mind was burning up with ideas and future scenarios. Many women would focus on the idea of 'wearing a crown', but to Clementine, who was currently rubbing her crotch against his as his cock was still deep inside her tightening pussy, what truly made her horny was the notion of-
Her in bed, nude and pregnant, lustful and... and loved. Loved by him, by her Zanac, by her prince!
"Is everything al-MPH~!" Zanac didn't get the chance of speaking as Clementine firmly pressed for a kiss, pushing him down as her hips started to move again.
She was meaning to bounce with his cock still deep-rooted into her babychamber, stirring it to harden again and provide more seed to her hungry womb. Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant~!
Her brain was overtaken by the idea of having such a fat pregnant belly, huge lactating tits, a lover by her side to keep on giving her what she needed. Her love, her desire, her affection, herwholeness.
What had originally been planned as a 'brief' first time turned into a business of several hours. They both ultimately went to sleep a bit later than planned but, where Clementine was quite happy with the results, she also learned that such intimacy was not as private as she had thought it to be.
As she woke up before her future husband, she saw something shift under the covers and... she lifted those to reveal a certain Princess being busy kissing and licking her Zanac's hard dick.
Renner paused for a moment. "Wanna share, future sister-in-law~?"
The idea sounded insane, the incestuous princess was indeed a pervert but... Clementine was curious how her lover's cock truly tasted.
Groaning at the sudden feeling of familiar warmth and wetness unfolding by his lower body, Zanac woke up at the sight of both Clementine and Renner lavishing his dick with kisses and licking.
The trouble has just doubled rather than lessen in intensity...
AN
The reason Renner is 'approving' is because Clementine is 'acceptable' and she can work as the 'front wife' for the public while Renner gets her butt 'anal'd to make her big bro happy.
That being said, next time will be a continuation of politics as the Grand Tomb is on the move... and so are other nations!