Hearing that did something to me.
I reached up and bit into her neck, not trusting myself enough not to let out an affirmative sound.
But that was still all the confirmation Maria needed.
"Hmm? Ah, you want to?" She sounded so mischievous and so sexy that I wanted to nod in reply. "I could help you, my baby prince. Instead of growing it back, I will cast a spell on your little weenie that'll leave every woman unsatisfied and wanting for more. Don't worry, it's not permanent. But let's see how loyal and faithful your Jessie remains when she's sexually frustrated. Shall I also put a glamor spell on Shalk Vik? Would you like that? Would you like your Jessie to squat over Shalk's huge cock, jumping up and down on it in throes of passion, screeching her undying love for it while completely forgetting you?"
I had given up on holding back.
I was now relentlessly moaning and nodding against her collarbone.
"AHH! AHH! ARGHHHH! YESSSS!"
"Yeah? Yeah, do you want to be a cuck? Do you want to see the love of your life get a pounding of her life by a man you couldn't stand?"
Oh lord, she was saying all the right things!
The mental image she was painting was like a poison I couldn't stop tasting!
Shalk Vik — the captain of the guard, a man whose sheer masculinity and towering presence had always made me feel like a porcelain doll in comparison.
To imagine Jessie, my sweet, pure Jessie, driven to madness because of him, because he could provide what I couldn't... it should have filled me with rage.
Instead, it sent a jolt of such intense, degrading arousal through me that my vision swam with white spots.
"Yes!" I finally broke, sobbing between her boobs. "Yes, Maria! Please! Make me watch! Make her forget me!"
The sheer depravity of my own voice made my stomach churn, but my body was no longer mine. I was a puppet, and Maria was pulling every string with expert cruelty.
"Such a pathetic little prince," her voice dripped with satisfaction. She finally shifted, not to release me, but to flip me, positioning herself above me. I didn't resist.
I would let her do anything to me right now.
She was staring directly into my blown-out pupils. God, her face was so beautiful that it was hypnotizing.
Even with that cocky smirk, her face was so beautiful.
"You'd trade your fiancée's virtue just for a moment of relief from me, wouldn't you?" she said. "You really are so obsessed with me, aren't you?"
She didn't wait for an answer anymore.
Without warning, she unclipped her thighs just enough to allow movement, then slammed them back together with a force that made me see stars.
She began to grind her hips with such violent force, she put so much of her weight down on me, that I really felt like my tiny, little, weak, pathetic dick would break!
…And I wanted it to.
I wanted her to break my fucking dick!
A hand moved down to my chin and forced my head back so I had to look at her while she unraveled my pride.
"Say it now," she commanded again. "Say who you belong to. Say who is your true Queen."
"You!" I screamed, not caring if the guards heard me anymore. "I'm yours! I'm Maria's toy! I'm nothing! Jessie is nothing! Her whole pussy is nothing compared to your milky thighs! Please—!"
"Then blow your pathetic load for me, little dog," she hissed, her sensual green eyes turning dark with her own mounting excitement. "Ruin yourself, just like you ruined your fiancèe's honor."
The climax that came undid me completely.
Maria had cast a spell on me a few weeks ago that had shrunk my dick to a fraction of its original size.
Right now it was only about 2-2.5 inches.
But my balls were the same size as before.
As such, the amount of cum that was shot out when I orgasmed far surpassed the limit my baby dick could handle.
It was a physical impossibility, a biological bottleneck that felt like my very veins were being flayed from the inside out.
Because my penis was so small, the pressure was immense!
The sheer volume of my cum had nowhere to go but through that narrow, restricted exit at a velocity that made me howl in an unmanly mix of agony and pure pleasure.
"ARGHHH—! H-HAHHH!"
I bucked beneath her, my back arching off the silk sheets so high that only my heels and the back of my head touched the bed.
My vision blacked out completely.
I felt my hot, thick cum coating the insides of her thighs in a pathetic, desperate fountain that seemed to never end.
I was emptying my entire soul into her, staining her skin with the physical proof that she had now conquered me completely.
Maria didn't move. She just watched with a look of fascination as I spasmed, my tiny, overstimulated dick twitching rhythmically against her.
"M-Mommy!" I gasped.
I don't know why I said it.
Maybe because she looked like a goddess receiving a sacrifice.
Maybe because she looked so dominant in her lacy, black bra and matching panties while I was butt naked that my submissive side instinctually came out.
…Or maybe because I wanted to let her know what she was doing to me.
Not that she didn't know.
She did. She definitely did.
But I still wanted to let her know that after today, there was no coming back for me.
"Mommy?" Maria repeated, somewhere between mockery and genuine dark delight.
She didn't look offended, far from it.
She looked like she had just been handed the keys to the royal treasury. Which, in a way, was true.
Now that I had completely fallen under her spell, she could use me however she wanted.
But I knew better.
She was never interested in money. She was only interested in me.
I didn't know what the cause of her captivation for me was, but I wasn't going to complain if I got to cum like this.
"Oh, my little prince… I was only playing but you really have been broken for me, haven't you?" she chuckled. "Remember the last time I asked you to call me that? Remember what you said? You said you'll never bow down to a Heretical Witch, didn't you? Look at you now…"
I couldn't even form words. My mouth hung open, a string of saliva trailing down to the pillow.
The weight of her body on mine felt like the only thing keeping me from floating away into a void of pure shame.
The future King of the realm was now nothing more than a leaking, trembling mess.
As the last of the orgasmic tremors left my body, Maria finally leaned down and gave me a sloppy, slutty kiss — the kind of kiss that Jessie was too shy and pure to give.
It was an invasive and possessive kiss.
Her long tongue claimed my mouth with the same ruthless authority she had used to claim my body.
Her thick saliva tasted of sweet and citrus like the most expensive of wines. It tasted of my own utter defeat.
It was heaven.
"You're so responsive now," she said while pulling back, her lips hovering just millimeters from mine.
I groaned like I was an addict and her juicy lips were my drug.
She gave me a peck and giggled. "I remember the alpha man act you used to put on. Where is it now? Drowned in the mess you made on my legs? Remember how you once slapped me because I insulted your precious Jessica? I didn't even lie. I only said she wouldn't know how to keep a guy like you satisfied because she's not even half the woman I am. And now you're admitting it yourself. Now you want me to be your mommy, don't you?"
I could only nod weakly, my breath coming in shallow hitches.
"Imagine what would happen if I showed this to Jessie? If she saw her valiant prince sobbing and spraying like a common animal between the legs of the woman who calls her a peasant to her face?"
She nipped my earlobe, before reaching for the bedside table. "Now, stay still. I need to get a clear shot of the mess you made on me. It'll make for a lovely addition to our collection."
I could only lie there, my heart hammering against my ribs as I watched through blurred vision as she used the Light Stone to document my absolute debasement.
Upon seeing the footage, I'd later realize that there was a broken smile on my face.
Yeah… I had fallen for Maria von Aiben.