Months past after Trash and Bitch's trial and involuntary act of penance. Events transpired to cause the palace to be placed in a cacophony of laughter and revelry as a celebration was unfolding.
The other Heroes were scattered during the event, as were their party members, attending with differing festivities, but that failed to keep the Shield Hero's attention as throughout the said festivities, Naofumi kept his eyes on the enticing Queen Mirellia.
Having parted ways with Raphtalia and their party for the night—using the excuse that he had business to attend to. Surprisingly, his sword did not try to argue or stay by his side, but then again, she had become a little more lenient in the past few months.
Throughout the event his eyes remained trained on Queen Mirellia as she moved around the palace in her less official attire, it was a crucible of self-restraint on the part of Naofumi when he was alone with her. He always found Queen Mirellia to appear more gentle-looking in those clothes. He found her to be more appealing than usual.
There were times Naofumi found himself looking at the Queen of Melromarc with an aspect of something not usual in his visage. It was a silent expression of desire. One Mirellia at times noticed regardless of the distance between the two of them but did well to feign ignorance—despite the joy it inspired within her heart.
Suddenly, while he and the Queen were alone in a more secluded section of the palace halls, Naofumi leaned closer and kissed Mirellia on the lips.
It was an impulse. One which could destroy all the progress he had gained since his slandering, since Raphtalia restored his sanity but a part of him did not care, The Queen could have broken away and slapped him and he still would have been happy. In fact, he would have preferred that—as he had made advances on a married woman. But instead, to his surprise, Mirellia Q. Melromarc kissed him back.
Parting their lips, Mirellia led the Shield Hero through the halls.
For the Queen of Melromarc it was only a matter of time before the moment would arise, so when the two found themselves locked in a kiss while alone she felt little desire to stop the expression of his affection.
Leading him into her private quarters, all the Queen of Melromarc could think was 'Forgive me, Melty…' before she was again locked in another kiss.
She was aware of her daughter's affection for the Shield Hero—and Mirellia had even once told Melty that either she could produce a grandchild for the Queen with the Shield Hero, or the princess would be given a new sibling—but her own desires were able to outperform her motherly instincts.
There were certainly plans to seduce Naofumi, far more refined than this, but the Queen would not complain about serendipity working in her favor.
Her hands clung to his face as they embraced. Feeling the Shield Hero's own hands gripping her waist.
Her eldest daughter did so much to anger him, to destroy him mentally, that the Queen did not believe this would have been possible. But it was happening much to her own delight, and she would not permit this opportunity to escape her.
The Queen was physically starved. It had been some time since she shared a bed with a man. She could not bring herself to do so with Trash-where once she felt a great deal of adoration she looked at him now and could feel little more than plain apathy toward the man who won her heart so many years before.
The look in Naofumi's eyes, however...The desire, the lust. It inspired some delight in Mirellia's heart. It instilled passion. It caused feelings which the Queen of Melromarc had longed for.
His hands gripped one side of her waist and leg as they embraced.
Mirellia tore herself free from her royal gown, tossed aside her crown.
Prepared fully to partake in the act of infidelity, the liaison of thorough disloyalty to Trash.
She rested her back on the bed, continued to embrace with the Shield Hero.
Looming over the Queen, Naomfumi admired the marvel that was her body.
"Do as you please, Sir Naofumi."
The Shield Hero did not hesitate to sheath himself in Mirellia causing the Queen to let out a light moan of pleasure as Naofumi ravished her.
Despite being an amateur to what they were doing, the Shield Hero was quick to learn and acclimate. Passionately impaling her womanhood and locking his lips on one of her breasts as he thrust into her.
As Naofumi ravaged her, Mirellia's visage was soft in its expression but hints of vehement arousal and elation becoming more prevalent. Yearning for more.
Glancing at him she watched as he thrust between her legs, suckling at her breast whilst fondling the other with his free hand.
He was better than Mirellia remembered her husband ever being. The size…the hardness…and even the way in which he was conducting himself—thrusting into her like some wild beast—was superior to how Trash would treat her when they did make love.
"Yes...yeees…" Mirellia moaned.
It had been so long since Mirillia could last recall feeling such fervor. Such passion.
She smiled with further elation. Clinging to Naofumi as he stroked into her body. Savoring each second of pleasure, the first carnal bliss and pleasure which she had felt for some time.
For years.
When the climax was reached, the Shield Hero released his seeds between her legs whilst she clung to him more tightly. Desiring for not any drop to escape from her without some prospect of a byproduct.
From there everything went dark.
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When the Queen awoke, she found her cheek resting on the Shield Hero's chest as he rested peacefully.
Amused by the experience, Mirellia placed a finger on his chest tracing her finger along it playfully as Naofumi began to awaken.
"That was your first time, sir Naofumi, but you certainly did not conduct yourself as if it was." Mirellia smiled as she leaned her upper half up to loom over Naofumi. "It was similar to that of a wild animal." Stroking one of her hands over his chest. "If I am being honest, to both you and myself, I would not be against having more passionate aggression in bed."
"Does Trash not treat you that often?"
"Since Melty was born he has not even considered bringing me to the bed."
Naofumi's own hand strokes Mirellia's cheek "A pity. "before it stroked down her neck."Private moments with a exquisite beauty such as yourself should not be wasted." before his eyes were gazing at a more enticing sight on her chest.
Mirellia smiled, continuing to love the desire in his eye. "I could say the same of yourself." and her hand which had been stroking his chest gently moved down to appraise his manhood. "In fact…" then his fifth limb disappeared into her mouth.
"Oh!" Naofumi groaned. Watching her head bob up and down over his crotch. "Trash really is…an idiot to not show you to the bed more."
Retracting her lips from his member, the Queen moved her hips over his own, asking with a courteous smile "Shall I continue to prove my dedication to you and both our liaisons?" Looking as if she was far from finished with him, much to Naofumi's approval.
Without hesitation, Mirellia saddled the Shield Hero's manhood with a smile. Caressing his chest sensually as she gazed down at him with a look of 'we are far from finished' on her visage.
Making a thrust forward with her pelvic "Oof…" she proceeded to stroke back and forth over him as he gripped her waist. Smiling from euphoria as she looked into his eyes; savoring evey second as she looked into those green eyes; seeing all the passion, all the lust, all directed at her.
Not able to restrain himself further as Mirellia saddled his manhood, Naofumi raised his upper half to kiss her lips. Holding onto each other tightly both the Shield Hero and Queen indulged in their passion thoroughly.
Breaking away, holding tightly to her waist, Naofumi told Mirellia "I'm going to enjoy this more than I should." before his lips latched onto one breast. All to the Queen's exhilarated glee as she moved more aggressively.
Caressing the back of his head as he suckled at her breast, Mirellia whispered "I am going to ensure you remember this night, Sir Naofumi."
It would be some time before the carnal urge would leave them; and they savored every second of the pleasure.
Neither rested as the clouds remained dark.