Free Web NovelChapter 43: Messenger from Rigel [Balzac’s Perspective]
"Shut the hell up! You just keep your legs spread like a good little whore! Got it? Then stay quiet!!"
"Gyaaah! Aahh! It huuurts!!"
Irritated, Rigel shouted and slammed his hips against her without holding back. Every thrust drew another scream from the girl, but he paid it no mind.
"Heh heh. Still, your service earlier wasn’t bad. That was my first time getting my asshole licked, you know."
"Guh...! Please stop already...! I’m begging you... just forgive me..." freёweɓnovel.com
Unable to endure the pain any longer, the dog-eared girl finally began to plead. Out of all the girls Rigel had raped so far, she was the most underdeveloped. Even with his thrusting technique, the pain still far outweighed any pleasure.
Seeing her like that, Rigel gave an eerie smile.
"Just bear with it until I cum, okay? Then I’ll let you go."
"N-no... that’s impossible..."
Ignoring her tearful plea, Rigel resumed his pistoning, this time at an even faster pace. He was clearly done holding back.
"No! No more!! Mommmmy!!"
The dog-eared girl finally broke down and wailed at the top of her lungs. But her scream was suddenly cut short.
"—Nhiieee!?"
Her body jerked violently as a high-pitched cry tore from her throat. At the same time, her vaginal walls clamped down hard around his cock.
"Heh heh. So you’ve got talent for feeling it in your ass?"
Rigel asked with a laugh. While continuing to thrust into her virgin pussy, he had slipped a finger into her asshole.
"I never expected you to feel this good from anal play."
Satisfied with the unexpected result, he quickly resumed moving his hips. This time he kept the finger in her ass moving in small, quick strokes while pounding her relentlessly.
"Hiuu!? Ahii!? Agiii!? Nooo!!"
Attacked in both holes at once, the dog-eared girl thrashed wildly. The sight was incredibly lewd, but Rigel couldn’t care less.
"Special deluxe service. I’ll play with your nipples and clit too."
He lowered his head and took one of her small nipples into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue until it gradually hardened.
(Almost there.)
Deciding the time was right, he sucked hard on her nipple while pinching her clit with his free hand. In that instant—
"Naaaaahhh!!!"
The dog-eared girl let out an especially loud scream and came hard. Her pussy squeezed him tightly, but Rigel kept thrusting without pause.
"S-stop! I already came! I came already!!"
"Shut up! I’m going for round three, so this is gonna take a while!!"
Rigel silenced her sobbing with even stronger thrusts. Several minutes later, his own climax finally began to build. His pace quickened, and the girl was once again being pushed toward orgasm.
"Naaaaaaaahhh!!!"
The dog-eared girl reached another climax. At the exact same moment—
"Here! I’m gonna fill you up, so take it all!!"
Rigel unleashed a huge load of semen deep inside her. Thick, hot spurts pulsed out with every throb, flooding her womb. Shuddering from the sensation, she fell into a dazed, vacant state.
When his long ejaculation finally ended, Rigel slowly pulled his cock out. With the plug removed, the thick white fluid immediately began to overflow and drip from her. Watching the sight, he smiled in deep satisfaction.
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"What the...!? What is this!!"
Rigel’s father — Marquis Balzac von Goussel — stood stunned by the sight before him.
He had rushed to Sashoi, a border town in the enemy nation. The place was littered with the gruesome traces of a fierce battle.
"Where are my beloved son and daughter!? Where have they disappeared to!?"
Balzac looked around in a rage, but there was no sign of Rigel or Mesterica anywhere. Not even the Goussel Marquis Army that they were supposed to be leading was present. All he saw were enemy citizens who had lost the will to fight, along with the escort troops he himself had brought.
"Lord Goussel! Please calm down!"
"That’s right! We must first assess the situation—"
Despite growing irritated at his subordinates who were trying to pacify him, Balzac somehow managed to regain his composure.
"...You’re right. That is true."
He took a deep breath to steady himself and began organizing the information he had.
He had heard that the clash on the plains at the border between Goussel Marquis territory and the Valenstein Kingdom had ended in victory. He was also told that they had achieved a great victory in the subsequent battle to capture the enemy fortress thanks to Rigel’s efforts. That was the report Balzac had received from the messenger while he was still in the royal capital. Upon actually arriving at the plains and the fortress, he confirmed that the reports had not been exaggerations. After all, they had been able to reach all the way to the town of Sashoi without encountering any meaningful resistance.
"That damn Rigel... Don’t tell me he marched straight on to Futame...? Considering supply lines and troop fatigue, that would be extremely reckless, but..."
Balzac muttered to himself.
Simply pushing deep into enemy territory could sometimes allow one to advance surprisingly far. However, supplies would eventually run out. Moreover, while the number of soldiers could decrease due to exhaustion and losses, it was almost impossible for it to increase. In the end, retreat would likely be forced — which was exactly why such a move was normally avoided.
But perhaps Rigel and Mesterica still didn’t fully understand those realities. Or maybe they had deliberately taken the risk in order to achieve greater results—?
Either way, he couldn’t just leave them be.
"Can’t be helped. We’ll head for Futame as well. I doubt they’ve already reached Mimetsu after that, though."
Saying so, Balzac began walking, leading his subordinates along.
However—
"Please wait!"
A voice suddenly called out to stop him.
When he turned his gaze, a young man was standing there. He was wearing the uniform of the Goussel Marquis Army, but he was not one of the soldiers Balzac had brought with him this time.
"Hm? Who are you...?"
"I have a message for Lord Goussel from Supreme Commander Rigel!"
The man answered while saluting. He appeared to be a messenger sent by Rigel. Slightly surprised, Balzac urged him to continue.
"Hmm... Let’s hear it."
"Yes sir! ’To my beloved father—’"
The man bowed respectfully and began to speak. As Balzac listened to the contents, his expression gradually grew more severe.
"—That is all."
"...I see."
After hearing the full report, Balzac let out a long sigh. His face was filled with bitterness.
"So what you’re saying is this: By the time my letter ordering you to ’halt your advance at Sashoi’ arrived, you had already pushed all the way to Mimetsu. On top of that, you defeated the Valenstein Kingdom’s secondary main force led by Princess Nina and took the princess herself captive?"
"Exactly as you say."
The man nodded firmly.
Balzac continued with more questions.
"...Very well. Advancing much deeper than expected and capturing the princess was beyond my expectations... But if we withdraw now, we can end this war relatively safely. If we use the princess skillfully as a bargaining chip, we might even be able to negotiate more favorable ceasefire terms."
The messenger’s expression darkened. Seeing that, Balzac felt a bad premonition.
"...Is there some problem?"
"Yes, actually..."
The man paused for a moment, then spoke with determination.
"Supreme Commander Rigel intends to continue the advance."
"Wh-what did you say!?"
Balzac’s face filled with shock. The messenger continued in a calm, matter-of-fact tone.
"He said that while making use of the captured Princess Nina, he will capture the enemy capital, Tosh."
"Preposterous! That’s impossible!!"
Balzac shouted in disbelief. It was understandable.
Even though the Valenstein Kingdom was a small nation, attacking and capturing its capital would require enormous sacrifices. Moreover, they were an expeditionary force with limited supplies and provisions. The only reason the Goussel Marquis House — merely one noble family — had been able to stand against the Valenstein Kingdom was that they had arrangements for royal reinforcements to arrive in case of emergency. But now that they had advanced so deep into enemy territory, it would take considerable time for any such reinforcements to reach them.
Under such conditions, no matter how successful Rigel’s Goussel Marquis Army had been so far, they should have had no chance of victory. That was what Balzac believed.
"However... it seems Supreme Commander Rigel has some kind of plan..."
The messenger answered hesitantly. Balzac frowned.
"Oh? What kind of strategy?"
"I’m sorry, but I was not informed of the details..."
The messenger bowed apologetically. Balzac clicked his tongue lightly. He didn’t know what plan there was, but capturing an enemy capital with a small force seemed nothing but reckless to him.
"...Can’t be helped. We’re going after Rigel! Prepare to move out immediately!!"
While issuing orders to his subordinates, Balzac himself began making preparations.
And so, Balzac and his party departed from Sashoi to chase after Rigel and the others.
