A Carved Vow and Imprinted Submission

"—Alright, you got it all out."

"Ngh, uuu… th-that's not, okay…"

Charlotte sniffled and cast her eyes down.

Yoal brushed aside the bangs stuck to her forehead and roughly tousled her hair.

"It's fine. It's a bit late for that now."

"… Ngh, uuuu…"

A resentful voice slipped through her wet lips.

He continued tousling her hair for a while longer, simultaneously pulling his hips back slowly.

Deciding the leg restraints were no longer necessary, he released them and shifted Charlotte slightly. He couldn't let her body get cold from the wet sheets.

"Ah, aah, wai… ngh, no…"

"… Don't like it being pulled out?"

"Th-that's, not it, that's not… ngh, ah, aahhn…"

The rigid shaft dragged along her vaginal walls, her inner folds clinging to it slickly. Her grip tightened even further, trying not to let the man's member escape.

Yoal instead rubbed his cock against her inner flesh, making her memorize its thick contours as he slowly dragged it out.

With a wet pop, his shaft completely withdrew. Her now-empty hole twitched and squirmed, its entrance parting open longingly.

"Hah… aah, ngh…"

Given her well-trained body, her tightness was excellent, and her slit quickly sealed shut. However, her folds were thoroughly soaked with various fluids, the evidence of her violation plain to see.

Suddenly, the woman's hips began to squirm. Her rear swayed side to side, grinding in small, yearning circles. The movements were so slight they'd go unnoticed without close attention, but there was no way the man so close to her would miss them.

"Keep your legs spread."

"… Wh-what are you, gonna do…"

"Just do it."

With one hand, he slowly rubbed her abs and kneaded her lower abdomen, stimulating her depths while persuading her. He gazed intently into her wet eyes and gently stroked through her hair.

Charlotte's thighs hesitantly parted. Guided by the hand stroking her rear, she willingly exposed her glistening membranes.

"… Good. Now drink some water."

"… Uuu, uu… that, again…"

Her face turned bright red as she let out a small groan, proof that she had become quite obedient.

She dutifully tilted her head toward the offered water pitcher, swallowing gulp after gulp. It added more fuel to her flushed body, endlessly fanning the flames of lust.

Then Yoal gripped her hips again and this time thrust forcefully into her.

"Ahhn… uuh, aah, ahh…"

Careful not to damage her hymen. Sharp, shallow insertions parted her inner flesh, and when withdrawing, he pulled back slowly while scraping her folds.

"Aah, aahh, nn… i-it's coming out again… aaahh…"

He pulled back until nearly withdrawn, leaving just the head clamped in her entrance. Feeling the pleasant grip and suction of her opening, he stimulated the area with quick, small movements for a while.

His glans rubbed against her entrance with a wet squelch before plunging back in forcefully.

"Hah… aah, ah… d-don't, tease me…"

"… Hah."

Sharp, shallow thrusts in, slow withdrawals while his head scraped through her folds.

He repeated this quick pistoning many times. Maintaining a steady pace, he filled the room with obscene wet sounds that reached even her ears.

"Ah, aah, ahhn, ah, aah… hah, aaah… aahhn…"

Her voice gradually became fragmented, rising sweetly. Tears of pleasure spilled from her tightly shut eyes, her brows trembling with anguished pleasure.

She was feeling pleasure just as before, but her reactions were clearly different now. Her resistance and rejection had diminished, openly savoring the carnal pleasure. The tension had left her body, her spread legs completely relaxed. Only her toes remained stiffly curled, clenching as the climax surged through her.

"Ahhn, ahhn, aahhn… ahhn, ah, aah… cumming, I'm cumming, cumming… nnngh…"

Unfazed, Yoal thrust forcefully against her front wall. At that moment, Charlotte's lower body spasmed and she reached orgasm.

It wasn't as intense a reaction as before. But whether her body had grown accustomed to intercourse, or whether her psychological resistance had crumbled after her shameful display of incontinence—her threshold for climax had dropped considerably.

"Haah… aaah… ah, wa-wait… l-let me rest… ahhn, ah, aaahh…"

"This much shouldn't be a problem. I'll make you cum lightly over and over."

Yoal continued thrusting without pause, working her hole. When withdrawing, he deliberately scraped his prominent head along her front wall; when thrusting, he focused pressure on her sensitive side walls. Each thrust produced a wet splash, the juices caught around his ridge churning with obscene sounds.

Charlotte's throat trembled with each sharp thrust, squeezing out sweet cries. Her composure had almost completely disappeared, replaced by unmistakably feminine, coquettish sounds striking the man's ears.

"Aah, ahhn, a-again, I'm cumming, cumming, so stop, stop… pleease…"

"Yeah. I'm gonna cum too."

"Wha, huh, eh… ah, no, no, not inside, you can't, aaah, no, I'm… cummiiiing…"

—Twitch, twitch twitch, twitch.

Her supple, well-trained body trembled delicately as she clenched around him and climaxed. Penetrated deep into her melted side walls, she came with her inner folds spasming.

At that moment, Yoal's hips shuddered as he released. His throbbing member pulsed as thick white fluid spurted out, splashing against her walls with his heat.

Of course, her beautiful pink membranes remained unstained. All his seed was contained within the thin barrier.

"Aah… so hot, so hooot… no… I'll get pregnant…"

"No you won't, idiot."

"But, like this, my belly is throbbing…"

"… Here, look closely."

Yoal withdrew his still-hard member and removed the contraceptive. He tied off the end and placed the pouch-shaped sheath on Charlotte's stomach.

"See? It's all collected inside."

"… Aah…"

Charlotte blinked repeatedly, witnessing the semen pooled heavily within the thin membrane.

The moment she understood, her womb clenched so intensely it was visible through her lower abdomen.

"… S-so, does this mean… it's over…?"

The gaze that had been fixed on the semen glanced momentarily toward Yoal's expression.

Her eyes were somewhat wistful. Even hungry-looking. Her spread legs trembled faintly, her hips swaying restlessly.

"No, there's more."

Yoal reached into his pocket and scattered the prepared sheaths across the sheets.

He quickly fitted one onto his shaft. At a glance, there were easily more than ten remaining.

"… H-how many times are you, gonna…?"

"Can't run out partway through, can we?"

Her loosened folds trembled and twitched.

Positioning his tip at her dripping entrance, Yoal thrust his hips forward powerfully.

"Aaaah… ah, ngh, so hard… y-you just came…"

A single ejaculation wouldn't soften his erection. His fiercely curved member parted her honeypot, spreading her open without mercy. He thrust up against her side walls, scraping his head along her front wall.

With his movements mirroring before, Charlotte's gaze immediately melted. Sweet gasps escaped in quick succession, her supple hips lifting slightly to meet his thrusts.

"Sorry for letting you rest. I'll make you cum right away."

"Aah, ahhn, ahh… aah, nnn… I-I've had, enough…"

His thick head scraped along her folds with wet squelches. His taut ridge raked her front wall while his glans thrust deep into her side walls.

There was no hindrance to his thrusting. Using her slick juices as lubricant, his rigid shaft skillfully worked her honeypot. Sharp, pounding thrusts followed by slow withdrawals. Maintaining an unwavering pace, he relentlessly assaulted her lewd hole.

"Aah, ahhn, ahhn… I'm, gonna cum, soon… aah, cumming… cummingcummiiing…"

"Go ahead. This time I won't stop."

"Hii, ah, aahhn… let me, rest… ah, aah, it's coming, cummiiiing…"

Having climaxed so many times already, her arousal built far faster than before. The embers of lust quickly blazed back to life, her inner folds undulating fervently.

Yoal reached for her flushed chest while continuing to thrust, scooping and kneading her breasts. He worked along her sensitive mammary glands, making her skin glisten with fragrant oil as her breasts bounced.

Then he rolled her stiff nipples between his fingers. Kneading, squeezing, trapping them between his fingers and rubbing while thrusting against her front wall. Using that as his pivot point, he rotated his hips, stirring her walls in a clockwise motion.

"Cum… ming, ngh… ahhn, cumming, cumming, cumming… CUMMIIIING…"

A vulgar climax cry echoed throughout the room.

Charlotte clamped down on him fiercely, reaching orgasm embarrassingly quickly. Her entire body trembled and quaked as she surrendered to the sweet numbness. Her neck arched back, tongue lolling out as she came around him.

Her fully erect clitoris spasmed delicately, her lower abdomen clenching rhythmically. The ache deep inside persisted as her flushed skin broke out in a sweet sweat.

Hah, hah. Letting out breaths colored with ecstasy and bliss, Charlotte gazed at Yoal in rapture. The afterglow of her climax hadn't faded, the waves of pleasure showing no signs of receding.

"… You came pretty hard again."

"Uu… hey, you… ngh, uuh, aahhn…"

"What is it?"

"Wait, your hips, stop… theeem…"

"I said I wouldn't stop, didn't I?"

Even as Charlotte drowned in the afterglow, his hips never stopped. Sharp thrusts followed by slow withdrawals. He varied his angles to prevent her from growing accustomed, letting her experience fresh pleasure.

Kneading her ample breasts made her give in all the sooner. He conspicuously groped her bouncing, voluptuous flesh. That alone made Charlotte's breath catch sweetly.

"D-don't, treat me like a toy…"

"—Then how about this?"

"Ah, wai, that's, even worse… aah, ah, I-I'm cumming, cummiiiiing…"

One hand left her chest, sliding down over her stomach. Stroking over her beautiful abs to her lower abdomen, arriving at her plump, lewd little bud.

He gently rubbed her juice-soaked pearl, lightly pinching it. Pressing his thumb to its especially sensitive tip, he rubbed it with his fingerprint.

Simultaneously thrusting up against the spot behind her clit, Charlotte instantly trembled and convulsed, lost in sharp climactic pleasure.

Her inner folds squeezed his shaft pleasurably, but for now he suppressed that pleasure.

Her nipples, clitoris, and side walls were her three most sensitive spots. Yoal attacked all three at once, pouring pleasure into Charlotte even as she climaxed.

"Ngh, kuh… your grip's gotten even better."

"Aah, ahhn, aahhn… n-no, stoooop… cumming, cumming, cummiiiiiing—…"

   

"… Phew."

With a wet pop, Yoal withdrew his cock.

That was his fourth load. He removed the contraceptive brimming with semen and fitted a fresh sheath.

He had rubbed his head against her while ejaculating, as if to impress upon her the pulsing of his release, and yet his erection still hadn't subsided. His shaft curved fiercely upward, its thick, long size just as imposing as ever.

"… Hah… aah, huu… uuuh…"

Charlotte had already experienced countless orgasms. If counting the light ones, easily more than ten or twenty.

Her legs had no strength left, remaining spread open, her hole merely twitching and gaping longingly.

"One more time."

As Yoal positioned his tip at her entrance, Charlotte let out a voice like a whimpering insect.

"… P-please, have mercy…"

"—Then you know what to say, don't you?"

Charlotte gulped audibly.

Yoal gazed at her for a moment, then once again parted her inner flesh with a forceful thrust.

"Ngh, I-I get it, so don't rush me… aah, uuh, aahhn…"

"If you're just stalling for time, I'll shove it in your ass."

"… Th-that's not, what I'm doing…"

Charlotte's ample chest heaved before she fixed Yoal with her wet eyes.

Her melted insides clenched rhythmically of their own accord. Her body had become one that craved pleasure even without being actively thrust into.

"… Alright. No matter what happens, I'll devote myself to Alma… So promise me a few things in return…"

"Depends on what, but go ahead."

The unspoken implication being: say anything too cheeky and I'll fuck your ass too.

Charlotte shuddered and spoke.

"… Don't hurt Alma. If Alma rejects you, back off quietly… and tell her everything you've done, hiding nothing."

"Unlike what you did?"

"Uuuuuu."

"… I'm joking. Don't cry, it's annoying."

He had intended to needle her a bit, but it seemed she had been holding back quite a lot.

Yoal shrugged and looked down into her eyes. He gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"No problem. I promise. That was always my intention. I swear I won't betray you."

"… … Alright. I'll… trust you."

After a long silence, Charlotte nodded slightly.

Then, as if struggling to speak, she parted her wet lips.

"And… one more thing."

"What?"

Her face flushed bright red with embarrassment, and she looked away.

"… Go deeper…"

The mumbled words, almost vanishing, were impossible to miss at this distance.

Yoal tousled her hair and quickly released the bindings on her hands.

"Alright. Relax."

Her hole still had his member fully sheathed inside. It undulated and twitched around his shaft, sucking on his prominent head.

Yoal thrust sharply against her front wall again, scraping through her folds in circular motions.

"Aah, ahhn, aah, aaahh… ahhn, aah, aahhn…"

As if freed from all her thoughts, Charlotte gave herself over honestly to pleasure. Sweet moans escaped her, her hips writhing, her grip intensifying further.

Yoal placed his fingertips on her lower abdomen and continued his steady rhythm.

"Huu, uuh… ngh, ahhn… Yoal, please… my depths are aching… hurry, please…"

"I know… Don't rush me."

Saying that, Yoal bit his finger. He traced the blood that welled up along her lower abdomen, drawing a cursed pattern resembling female reproductive organs.

A mark of submission. A cursed crest that lewdly dominated the flesh—a "Lewd Crest". It appeared clearly on her white skin, settling in a vivid red.

"Aah… ah, this, no way… aah, nn…"

Charlotte must have instantly understood its effects. And she was stunned—that she had accepted it so easily.

Yet she couldn't resist. Confronted with sweet ruin, she instead made the "Lewd Crest" glow eagerly. Her body's arousal surged from its aphrodisiac effects, the flames of lust burning fiercely.

"Aah, ahhn, ahhn… it's throbbing… ngh, aah, my belly is so hot… hah, aaah…"

"… Here I go."

Saying that, Yoal placed both thumbs on her lower abdomen—directly on the "Lewd Crest".

He kneaded her womb through her lower abdomen. Working it over. Slowly pressing in circular motions. A thorough massage, as if rubbing aphrodisiac and oil deep inside.

His hip movements stayed the same as he relentlessly attacked her womb.

"Aah, ah, ah, aaahhh…?! I-I'm cumming, cu-cumming, ah, cumming, cumming…!! Wha, this is, weird, my belly is being, kneaded… ah, aah, I-I'm CUMMIIIIIING～～～～…"

The "Lewd Crest's" power forcibly amplified her womb's pleasure many times over. He pounded her with pleasure incomparable to before, instantly driving her to a womb orgasm.

She wasn't being stimulated through her sensitive vagina. Just having the skin of her stomach rubbed brought her to deep ecstasy, an abnormal climax. The unknown sensation made Charlotte's whole body shake violently as she writhed in agony.

"Ah, uuuh, this, no, it's happening again… weird, this is, different, differenttt…"

"You wanted your depths teased, didn't you? Want me to make you even more sensitive?"

"No, nooo…! This is, weird, I'm going crazy… put it deeper…"

"No. Too troublesome."

"P-pregnancy, a baby, you can make a baby in me, I'll have your child…"

"Don't need one."

"Y-you, after all this… bastard, you scum, uuuh…"

Her foul-mouthed curses fell on deaf ears. He had never intended to break her hymen in the first place.

Yoal kept his cock buried to just before her hymen while kneading her lower abdomen. Sometimes rubbing slowly with his palm, stroking all over, but mainly pressing with his fingertips.

"Come on, cum from this scum's hands on your belly."

"Uuh, ungh… cu-cumming, really, cumming, I'm… ah, aah…"

The pleasure of the womb—the cervix—was deep and heavy. Far beyond clitoral orgasms, incomparable even to vaginal climaxes. What would happen if her immature reproductive organs were forced through repeated cervical orgasms?

Yoal pressed his glans firmly against her front wall while simultaneously kneading her melted womb in circles through her lower abdomen with his thumbs.

The more womb pleasure he poured in, the tighter her insides gripped him, until her flesh tube squeezed his cock pleasurably tight.

"Ah, aah, ah… cumming, it's coming, coming, cumming, cummingcummingcummingcumming…—CUMMIIIIING…"

With a violent twitch, she stretched her beautiful legs taut as she reached a womb orgasm.

Crying out lewdly at the top of her lungs, Charlotte savored the deep climactic pleasure. Her consciousness drifted on waves of nearly drowning pleasure, her mind going completely white.

Her kneaded lower abdomen trembled and spasmed intensely, her hole writhing as if trying to milk out his seed. Lost in such sweet ecstasy, Charlotte had her tongue lolling out, showing the man her completely melted expression.

"Kuh… ohh…!"

Witnessing her utterly shameless display, Yoal couldn't hold back his impulses any longer.

His shaft inside her erupted. The spurting semen splattered everywhere, thoroughly conveying his heat to her vaginal membranes. It pulsed again and again, releasing a volume and density unthinkable for a fifth time.

Drawn in by her melting, undulating hole, Yoal squeezed out every last drop. Her clenching was so intense that her abs stood out on her belly, as if milking out his seed whether he wanted it or not.

"… Aah, ah… cum… ming… nn, kuuuh…"

Charlotte still hadn't come down from her climax, her belly pulsing rhythmically. Given her well-trained body, the pleasure she felt was immense.

He continued pressing into her lower abdomen as she convulsed like a fish out of water. That alone prolonged her climactic pleasure, making her cry out helplessly as her whole body trembled.

If this settled things, all the better. Yoal slowly withdrew his member and let out a small sigh. He removed the sheath covering his shaft and tossed it onto the sheets.

A sense of accomplishment washed over him, that all problems had finally been resolved. Nothing stood in Yoal's way anymore.

All that remained was to go to Almaeira—where final judgment would be passed.

Would everything Yoal had done be rewarded, or had it all been for nothing?

At that very moment.

A small knock sounded at the entrance door.

Impossible—Yoal whipped around instinctively. Until this very moment, there had been no reaction from his barrier.

That meant whoever was knocking had slipped past his magical detection. But why would someone of such skill bother to knock?

It was possible. In the "Witchlands", there was one person who would have reason to do so.

"… I'm sorry, Sharo. I'm just going to pop in for a moment… Are you asleep…?"

It was still faintly dark outside. Too early to call it dawn, so he hadn't taken too long.

Charlotte beside him seemed to realize the situation, squirming on the bed. Being seen in this state would be utterly mortifying.

"… You seemed a bit unwell yesterday… oh my…?"

Beyond the darkness of early dawn.

A girl in black vestments came into view.

Instantly, Yoal's heart rate accelerated. An achingly breathless longing gripped him, out of place as it was. The figure he had yearned for over a dozen years—nearly unchanged, came into view.

Black vestments resembling a one-piece dress in the color of darkness.

Blue eyes that seemed to carry more sorrow than before. Long, almost luminous platinum hair.

Her small stature was the same as well. Like a mirror image of who she had been in life, the figure Yoal had longed for so desperately was there.

   

She—the "Witch Queen" Almaeira—entered the bedroom and spoke softly in a voice unchanged from when she was alive.

A voice as beautiful and sweet as a tinkling bell.

"There's some kind of smell… Let me light the lamp."

Her small white nose twitched slightly.

She whispered and transferred fire from the lantern in her hand to the room's lamp.

Then she looked across the illuminated room—toward the bed where Charlotte should have been sleeping.

What she saw there was an unbelievable sight.

A man and a woman.

They had barely made themselves presentable. The man's clothing was hardly disheveled, but the woman's state was too indecent to describe.

The woman—Charlotte—was completely overwhelmed. Utterly flustered, unable to find words for an excuse.

Almaeira's understanding couldn't quite keep up either, her mind vaguely noting what a beautiful body. The supple physique unique to a trained woman had always been something she admired. Though somewhat dirtied with sweat and indeterminate fluids, such details were trivial to a brain that couldn't process the scene.

The other one was a man. A man she had never seen once since residing in the "Witchlands".

A man she should never have seen before.

A man she shouldn't have seen, who shouldn't even exist in this world anymore—yet she was certain she recognized him.

He looked at Almaeira with an expression like a condemned prisoner awaiting execution.

His face showed utter resolve. So much so that she wondered if her own face had looked like this when she was burned at the stake.

Seeing the scene before her, it was obvious the two had been intimate.

Scattered across the sheets were numerous dubious objects. The sour smell must be rising from them.

Almaeira stood frozen in bewilderment.

A moment passed, or perhaps a time shorter than eternity, before her pink lips parted like a blooming flower.

Just one thing.

The thing most important to Almaeira, the thing she needed to understand above all else.

"… Yo… al?"

She stared at the man and murmured softly.

The man froze for a moment, then simply nodded, "… Yeah."

Instantly, a flood of emotions welled up in her small chest. She didn't even consider it might be a lie. His voice, his mannerisms, his appearance—though more worn than before, she understood he had returned. And more than anything, the soul's flame burning within his chest—his "Mana Core"—spoke eloquently that he could be no one else.

Almaeira walked toward the two as if driven by impulse, and then, she squeezed out a cry in a voice she had never used before.

"… Y-you did it with Sharo, before me—that's not fair!!!!"

"MEEEEE?!"