Volume 6 Chapter 43 The Inverted Fang
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
A daughter of age should never be left idle.
Turn your eyes away for even a moment, and curiosity leads her astray. If her days are not kept full, if her hours are not busied with purpose, the town girls soon enough end up with some man’s c*ck in their mouths. Later, the plain and earnest males grow disappointed, but that is nothing more than the price of failing to keep them close.
Even a princess, once beyond the castle walls, was nothing more than a young woman. A man she would usually dismiss without a glance became worth a word if there was no one else about. Boredom was fertile ground for curiosity, even provocation.
”You’re soaked already. Don’t tell me you’ve been thinking filthy thoughts this whole time,” he said.
She lay bare, with nothing between herself and him. No cloth shielded her, no resistance stronger than her own will—he could have her at any time. His fingers spread her open; viscous wetness stretched into threads, then fell in slow droplets.
Her request for service came suddenly. It looked like a whim, but her eagerness gave her away. This was not instant arousal. She had been waiting, rehearsing the timing, recalling the memory of his tongue on her flesh, anticipation swelling like a predator drooling in the brush.
She reclined, arms folded beneath her head, and opened her thighs. He pressed close from the side, burying his face between them. The position would have made a sixty-nine if she had been meant to return the favor, but this was all one-sided. He avoided pressing on her stomach and leaned to the seam of her s*x, lips close to the swelling nub.
”…nn,” she breathed.
The Wolf Princess ran her fingers across his back, trailing lightly. He pried her legs wider, flesh parting, and when his breath touched her, the princess let slip a voice that did not belong to someone of her supposed age.
’Reminds me of that holy knight,’ he thought. ‘Curiosity was how she started too.’
Women wanted it. Wanted to try it. They wanted to be thought pure even after giving in.
No matter her title, the Wolf Princess was just another girl. Her body no different than that of a farmer’s daughter or a sweaty adventurer—different food, same heat between the legs. She liked feeling good. That was all.
”Fuh… fuh…”
Her breath fell against his ears. Not ragged, not calm, but strung tight with expectation. She must have been watching his back, waiting for what came next.
There was no need to tease. She was already too wound up.
”Nngh!!”
His tongue flicked, and she jolted. Her pelvis lifted, soft belly jumping. He held her down by the ass to keep her from thrashing.
”—Hauhh?!”
He caught her lower lip between his own, sucking lightly while she tried to buck free.
”Ahh—kuh, fuu!”
His tongue traced her folds, circling, clinging to her bud. Her hips writhed shamelessly. She groped for him, but his back turned her away, leaving her hands lost and grasping. Last time, when he’d faced her, she had clutched his neck over and over—irritating as hell. From this angle, it was easier.
”Strange. Beastkin are supposed to stink,” he thought. “But she doesn’t smell so bad at all.”
He remembered Riko, the headman’s granddaughter in Rizan Village. Proper, neat, even fragrant on the outside—but under her skirts, foul. Some women, no matter the breed, simply reeked. This one did not. Perhaps it was just her body’s way.
Tongue pushing inside, he tasted salt, smallness. He licked her narrow bud into readiness.
”…You sure you won’t regret this later?” he asked.
”…Shut… up. Nn, don’t stop, ahh♡” she cried.
Her moans colored, lips quivering open, hungry.
A princess’s lips were meant for politics—both sets of them. Her mouth to speak laws, her s*x to seal alliances through marriage and heirs. Dignity, solemnity—that was the expectation.
Yet here, both sets of lips forgot their purpose. She coaxed like a playful girl, mewled for his favor, spread wet and sweet as she trembled open. Her words might still drip arrogance, but her legs shook wide, eager for his tongue.
He had hardly begun, yet her body was already primed for penetration.
’A princess with such an easy cunt? Shouldn’t the future prince be the one breaking her in, not some passing human?’ he thought.
He licked with noisy exaggeration, smacking wetly against her flesh. She muffled her moans behind her hand, nails dragging his back.
He teased her swollen nub between his lips, sucking until she shuddered. She clung to him, gripping his hand as though drowning—just like every other girl before her.
There was nothing special about a princess’s body. Her trembling, her gasps—they were the same as any naive woman caught in pleasure’s snare.
Had she been just another pickup, he would have used her, then left her.
Even as that thought crossed his mind, he tormented her trembling peak, sucking harder, stroking with his tongue, delivering the killing blow.
”Ahh—haaahhhhnnn!!” she cried.
The Wolf Princess arched violently. Her back rose and fell as if her hips themselves had been seized, her convulsions forced upward since her waist was pinned beneath him.
”Stay still,” he growled.
He pinned her thrashing hips, closing his mouth again over her burning core. He slurped greedily, sucking deep as his tongue pressed inside, sealing her.
”Ahh?! W–wait, no, stop!” she gasped.
Her spasming walls clenched helplessly around his tongue. The Wolf Princess bolted upright and clung to Klock. He ignored her pleas, ravaging her until every shudder dragged her higher. He toyed with her mercilessly, swallowing her gasps and ignoring her attempts to push him away, chasing her climax to its limit.
”Haah, haah, haah—♡”
The Wolf Princess panted for oxygen. Her legs quivered, spread wide with no strength to close. She looked as though he could take her easily now—ripe for the taking. Watching, he saw a sudden spurt burst from her, proof of how deep she had already been driven.
”Careful. Stay like that, and my hand might just slip right in,” he taunted.
T/N: wordplay on “slipped”—used to imply penetration.
”Ugh♡ N–no… that’s forbidden… s*x is forbidden!” she stammered, gaze betraying her desire even as her words clung to reason.
Her eyes fell on his arousal, hungry, yet she forced out refusal.
”I am… royalty. To couple must be only with my husband…!”
She clung to that last shred of reason. Easy enough to break, but still there. If she were just a village girl, he would have laughed—”Oops, slipped right in”—and taken her. But a princess? That carried risks.
He asked if she could sleep like this. Her dazed eyes met his, as if wordlessly asking whether he would take her. He answered with silence. After a pause, she closed her eyes.
Finally, sleep.
…How free, to exhaust herself and then drift off, leaving him aroused and unsatisfied.
He averted his eyes from his own erection, flopping onto the bedding. She had brought him this far; surely she should return the favor. But pressing the demand would be reckless. Maybe, if she begged each day, he could excuse his needs as duty. Or perhaps, simpler, he could toss her to another prisoner in exchange for cooperation.
He remembered the others—they remained locked up. He had not released them, still weighing the risks.
She slept soundly beside him, flushed and sweating, hot as a furnace. Perfect as a makeshift hearth. He wrapped her close, warming his chilled back against her heat. Tomorrow she might wake shivering, but for now he let her fire cradle him. Closing his eyes, he followed her into dream.
――”Binding Circle.”
The Wolf Princess jerked upright, shoving Klock aside, trying to take position—but too late.
White bands surged into her vision, coiling around her limbs, binding her fast.
”You—!!” she cried, before her mouth too was smothered.
The cloth was thick, white, like bandages, wrapping her body in layers.
”You let your guard down too far, Princess Wolf,” a voice purred.
From the sandy path, a shadow approached. Black hair, tall ears rising—a Fox Princess. Firestones glimmered, casting her smile in sinister light.
”You…” Klock spat.
She raised a finger. Around it swirled black sigils, spinning tight. At her feet, glowing turquoise circles spread, lines etched in shifting script. From them, cords stretched up the walls, sealing the chamber, shackling the Wolf Princess from all sides.
”Quick betrayal, huh? We’d just worked together,” Klock said.
”Worked together? Don’t flatter yourself. I was used, nothing more. Don’t pretend we were allies.”
Klock crouched beside the suspended Wolf Princess, staring up at the Fox Princess by the doorway. Their escape had been effortless teamwork, or so he had thought. She had only been waiting for this moment.
The Wolf Princess thrashed, but her famed strength was strangled. The thick bands wrapped her wrists, her torso, her neck, suspending her helplessly. She needed help—but none would be given.
”Scheming, are you? A human with no real power can’t touch me. Don’t bother with futile resistance, little worm,” the Fox Princess sneered.
”Maybe. But you never know till you try,” Klock shot back.
”Oh? Then fight me. If that’s your choice, I’ll kill you here.”
Her eyes cut to him, sharp as blades.
He clenched his jaw, swallowing bitterness.
He calculated. Fox Princess’s Unique Skill—known, but without any counter. She stood barely two meters away, close enough for a strike, but not vulnerable. She was already braced for resistance; there would be no surprise.
The conclusion was clear. He had no weapons, no magic to break her sigils. If she wanted, she would tear him apart.
With the Wolf Princess restrained, the game was already lost.
He sighed, regret flooding him for the past few minutes—burying his face between the princess’s thighs while suspicion gnawed at him. He had noticed something strange about the Fox Princess, yet dismissed it. He should have been wary. The truth was stark: the only fool who had been careless was Klock himself.
”Well then, Princess Wolf,” the Fox Princess said, her voice velvet-wrapped steel. “Your magic is wasted only on your body. Strength in exchange for sorcery. That’s why you never noticed the flow of power around you. Just as I thought—so simple it was almost disappointing.”
Her gaze cut back toward the Wolf Princess, satisfaction curling her lips.
”Even though I layered the trap three times over, it meant nothing. Perhaps my act of weakness worked too well. You must have thought you could handle any surprise even in your sleep. But your reaction was pitiful. Was the human’s petting truly that good? I had meant to strike later, but your pathetic expression tempted me to act.”
So she had known of their coupling. Perhaps she had even been watching, waiting for the perfect opening. Food, sleep, defecation, s*x—those were the moments when one was most defenseless. She had struck with precision.
In a fair fight, the Wolf Princess would have stood above her. But battles were not won on duels alone. With time to prepare, the Fox Princess’s cunning and craft could overturn any advantage. Letting her roam free had been their mistake.
”Well, Human,” she whispered, pointing a finger at Klock. “Are you ready?”
Why had he shielded this woman back then? Lately, regret stalked him at every turn.
”You going to kill me?” he asked.
”That depends on you.”
He tried to buy time with words, and to his surprise, she played along.
”I was wrong to call you an apostle,” she said. “Suspicious, yes, but too hasty of me. You have far too little magic. There’s no way you could ever serve as one. You’re just a man—plain and obvious.”
”…What’s with this sudden change?” he muttered.
”If you abandon the Wolf Princess and serve me, you’ll be worth keeping alive. Especially as the bearer of that key upon your back.”
Of course—she had noticed the sigil key, even where it was hidden. Better to keep him alive than to waste such leverage. But her demand was absolute: abandon the Wolf Princess, and follow her.
”If you kill me, you lose the key,” Klock said.
”Even a corpse will do. The only difference is whether the luggage walks.”
So much for his plan to use it as a hostage. Dead or alive, the key remained. His life was nothing but an inconvenience to her.
”…Fine. I’ll follow you,” he said with a long breath.
When survival was an option, it was the only option. He raised his hands, and her smile deepened into a demon’s grin.
”Oh? So quick to bend. Have you no pride?”
”Pride doesn’t fill the belly. Do as you like.”
”…How wise,” she said softly. “It’s true. To live, to take revenge—pride means nothing.”
For once, her eyes flicked toward the Wolf Princess.
”You, on the other hand, cling to your birthright as if it were worth something. Pathetic. Strip you of your title and who would notice such a frail little woman?”
Her words dripped with disdain. Folding her arms beneath her chest, she pushed her breasts up, mocking all the more.
”Despised Wolfkin. No one in this continent will side with you. No one has forgotten the dark age of your rule. Villages starved while your kind took their fill. My people—the foxkin—suffered time and again. Hero’s blood? You’re nothing but thieves, through and through.”
She strode toward the bound Wolf Princess. Sneering, she lifted her hand.
”…Wait—” Klock muttered, but the sound was drowned in the sharp crack.
The slap landed through the magical cloth gagging her mouth. It resounded cruelly, the sting undeniable.
This wasn’t rivalry. It was hatred. The animosity between them ran deeper than he had thought.
On this continent, many races coexisted, but each carried scars. The Wolfkin’s empire had stretched wide, forcing their rule upon others. No wonder bitterness lingered.
”Enough,” Klock said. “You know their history. Let it be.”
”Hmph. I don’t care. I hate her,” the Fox Princess spat. “Always looking down on us. Always calling us small and worthless. When I heard her kind had been wiped out, I was overjoyed. I never thought I’d find one waiting for death in a cell.”
”…Wiped out?” Klock echoed.
The Wolf Princess’s people—exterminated. And with her alive, that meant the catkin must have been the ones to do it.
”—Mmmhh!” the Wolf Princess growled, glaring through the gag. Her eyes burned with fury, her muffled cries thick with vengeance.
Yes. That was why she had begged so desperately, abandoned her dignity, demanded to be freed. She still had something she needed to do.
”Well then—”
”Wait! Don’t kill her!” Klock shouted, thrusting a hand forward.
The Fox Princess’s eyes narrowed.
”I haven’t said anything yet. What do you mean?”
”…Her people are gone. At least let her live to the end,” he said.
Hatred rarely yielded to reason. But the Fox Princess was not a mindless brute—she could be bargained with.
”…You stopped her from killing me too,” she said slowly. “Do you hate bloodshed that much?”
Perhaps he did. Or perhaps it was nothing more than instinct. Either way, it had carried him to this moment.
”And what if sparing her doesn’t satisfy me? Should I vent my anger on you instead?” she whispered.
”…That would be troublesome,” he said.
T/N: pun on komaru—means “that’s troubling” with rustic flair.
There was no alternative. He could only insist: don’t kill her. He had nothing else to offer in trade.
The Fox Princess’s gaze stabbed through him, unblinking. Was her refusal to look away meant as intimidation? He searched his mind, desperate for words that might persuade her, when—
”Then, in that case… defile that woman.”
The words slipped out softly, almost idly spoken.
”…Defile her?”
”Yes,” she said. “I might spare her life. In exchange, take everything else from her. Strip away her dignity, her purity, her pride as a princess. Break it all, soil it all, grind it beneath your heel.”
She declared this coldly, promising to accept his loyalty only if he obeyed. Her fingertip touched Klock’s chest, tracing downward in a slow, deliberate line.
”You said it yourself, down below. You came here because you wronged the White Cat Princess. You’re used to ruining princesses, aren’t you?”
She was serious. From the beginning, her intent had been cruelty rather than simple slaughter. Escape—his most important goal—was secondary to her amusement.
The Fox Princess smiled, cold and merciless, looking down at the Wolf Princess as though she were nothing but filth.
Notes:
• Rizan – Village on a hilly plateau.
• Riko – The village head’s granddaughter; has black hair and dog ears; interested in Klock romantically; 20 years old.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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