"Hey, Ren. Shall we kiss?"
Whenever they were alone, the princess immediately asked for a kiss. Deep kisses, in particular, were her favorite. As Ren gently brushed her white, fine bangs back with his fingers and pressed his lips against hers, she wrapped her arms around his back, pressing her body close.
They were both women. Their soft bodies didn't reject closeness. However, their large chests were a bit of a nuisance in moments like this—even more so when both were generously endowed. Shortness of breath made their breathing ragged, fueling the excitement and intensifying the kiss. They exchanged tongues as if in a sword match, transferring saliva, and easily lost track of time.
Pulling apart, with a string of saliva connecting them, the princess exhaled with a look of rapture.
"You're really something, Mitea. You're so lewd."
"...I don't want to hear that from you. You're the one who dyed me this way."
Her beautiful ruby-like eyes gazed straight into Ren's. For her, kissing was sacred. It was something to be exchanged only with a marriage partner. Coupled with her value system that allowed a person to have multiple partners for the actual act, it highlighted the special nature of the kiss.
Even though their beginning was a forced kiss, Mitea would not kiss anyone else. She sought only Ren, and for Ren alone, she honed her technique. By mimicking the tongue skills of a succubus, her technique improved daily, now reaching a level where even Ren, who taught her, was occasionally surprised.
"Once is not enough."
She pulled him down onto the bed for a second deep kiss. Their ragged breaths escaped the corners of their mouths, and the sounds their tongues made as they entwined with saliva heightened their heartbeats. Mitea's scent, tickling his nostrils, was also a vital spice that immersed his consciousness into the kiss. In the silence of the night, the friction of their clothing on the bed produced faint sounds. Their legs crossed, shifting positions subtly as they fought for dominance.
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"I'm next, so remember that."
As the moon reached its highest point and they were immersed in the gentle, decadent afterglow, the princess sat up and gently stroked Ren's stomach.
Her fingers were slender and supple. Mitea never missed her archery practice, even on holidays. Yet, the way her fingertips maintained their beauty and smoothness hinted at her being a race different from human.
Beneath her fingers was the crest marking that the child in his belly was Huri's.
"I don't think being first makes it more important or anything."
If anything, a first child might suffer from their parents' inexperience and lack of skill. Thinking that, he had a feeling that later children would benefit more, but it seemed this wasn't about logic.
"My own being impregnated by another woman first—of course I'd be jealous."
"Hmm... That's certainly true."
If Ren were a man, and he considered it from the perspective of a normal male-female relationship—if his lover was impregnated by another man—it would feel incredibly wrong. He wouldn't be satisfied unless he thoroughly beat up the other man. While the conditions were somewhat different between women, still...
"Well, perhaps it was good that Huri was first."
"Why?"
He blinked and asked, reacting to her words, which came with a slight exhale.
"Because she cannot bear a child herself."
More accurately, she might be able to, but there would be restrictions, or it might be very difficult.
"Once you're accustomed to things with Huri's child, raising two at once will be somewhat easier, won't it?"
"Raising two at once... you don't mean including this child, do you?"
"Of course not. I mean two children between us."
The girl, who was far older than Ren, smiled with a mature, enchanting expression.
"It's not strange, given that there will be two mothers, is it?"
In other words, she didn't mean for Ren to have twins. With Ren's ability, he could become pregnant whenever he wished and could also impregnate his partners. Using that, it would be easy to create children around the same time. Although the birth dates would likely be slightly staggered, the children would, in a sense, be like twins.
Even if both of them were incapacitated at the same time, there were four others in the house who could coordinate and handle the situation. However,
"That sounds a little tough."
"If it's tough, just hire a servant."
"Mitea. Are you thinking about this assuming you'll put in the effort yourself?"
"Royal childcare is about 'child education,' not 'child minding.'"
She implied that soothing a crying baby or giving milk was the job of a servant, not something the mother did directly. The difference in their sensibilities, with Ren coming from a commoner background, was staggering.
"Besides, I don't think we can even hire servants here."
"Just win over Mei's little sister."
"Please don't immediately suggest an idea that's actually feasible."
Golems don't need sleep, so they wouldn't get exhausted from looking after a baby. Mei's sister had even brought up a similar proposal before, so if asked, she would likely agree immediately. Although her strong S-type personality was a concern, surely she wouldn't bully a small child.
"Besides, I'd prefer for us to raise them ourselves. Because they are our children."
"I haven't forgotten that."
The girl gave a small laugh and muttered, "I suppose it can't be helped."
"If you insist, I will make the effort. ...However, I have no experience soothing a baby."
"Neither do I. That's why we'll try hard and learn as we go."
"That's true. We will be mothers."
Considering their backgrounds, it was a given. Unlike Ren, who was once a man, for Mitea, it was something that was 'bound to happen someday' since she was born.
It was a strange thing. Something everyone experiences. Even knowing that, it was still scary, and he lacked the confidence to do it well. Perhaps once they went through it, they'd think, "Oh, it was just this."
"Mother, huh. ...Our children will also inherit the blood of royalty."
Mitea was a survivor of a ruined world. Naturally, all the other members of the royal family had died.
"In order to preserve the bloodline, we need to have many children."
"Hold on, Mitea. How many do you intend for me to bear?"
"It's fine, isn't it? We both have long lives ahead of us."
Succubi and Dark Elves have long lifespans. As for Ren, since he had no precedents of his own kind, he didn't even have a benchmark. He might live for an impossibly long time. If that were the case,
"I suppose so."
After they finished clearing the dungeon, perhaps raising many future generations wouldn't be a bad idea. Ren smiled and caressed the princess's cheek, neck, and stomach.
"For now, shall we practice with El? She has a good amount of energy."
"Wouldn't that be a little cruel to El, comparing her to a baby...?"
It would be discovered later that the apprentice saintess in question was actually quite accustomed to handling infants, as she would reveal, "There are many abandoned children at the temple."
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