【Floating World】(Volume 1: Floating Clouds, Chapter 4: The Empress Dowager's Marriage)

The all-night banquet at the Lord's manor in Damia had long since ended, and dawn would break in a little over two hours. Vajini
stretched languidly on the luxurious round bed, arms outstretched. Despite Balthazar's usual timidity,
he was quite the ladies' man when it came to greed and women.
Pushing aside the hairy leg pressing on her stomach, Vajini got out of bed and, just as she put on her high heels, angrily
flung them away. "Which pervert shot his way into my new shoes?" she thought. Looking around at
the lewd men and women sleeping soundly in a pile, Vajini rubbed her swollen breasts, unusually calm.
The semen on her body had dried and was sticky like paste, making her feel uncomfortable. She beckoned to two
maids who had been waiting outside the door all night to obediently drape a cloak over the Lord's wife. Glancing contemptuously at her husband, Lord Balthazar, sleeping soundly among the women
, Vajini tossed the cloak aside and returned barefoot to her bedroom.
Lying in the sandalwood bathtub, Vajini groaned comfortably, attended to by two maids.
The countless parties and salons of the past few days had truly been torturous. She wondered how that guy was doing.
The thought of Balthazar tomorrow, receiving news of the entire garrison's mysterious deaths, made Vajini want to laugh. That Kruun
was his last blood-related nephew. That meant the Balthazar family wouldn't be reduced to just him. And if
she were pregnant now…
Vajini carefully considered her options, a sweet smile spreading across her face. After years of observation and planning,
the task her master had assigned her was still the most effective.
Sensing someone peeping at her from below the window, Vajini's narrowed eyes suddenly flashed with a chilling glint. But
she quickly regained her composure, using the rising steam to conceal her shapely figure, her hands and feet subtly
teasing the man's patience.
The man spying outside the window was Massa Cagino, the newly transferred commander of the Second Legion under Balthazar. He was a
lecherous fiend who sent a love letter even before he was on his way. Counting the days, it was indeed today; he must have been incredibly busy lately
.
Waginie waved for the maid to leave, knowing she wouldn't get a proper rest this last night. Sure enough, as
soon as the maid left, Massa rushed in, his lustful gaze lingering.
Waginie waited until he was almost beside her before pretending to turn around and see someone, feigning surprise and about to shout. Her mouth was
covered, and Massa said with a seductive smile, "Don't be afraid, madam, your little puppy has returned."
Waginie glared at him, then patted her chest. Standing in the water, she groaned, "You rascal,
no gentlemanly manners at all! Trying to scare me to death in the middle of the night!"
Seeing the half-hidden breasts between his fingers, Massa was already half-smitten. Without even taking off his clothes, he squeezed into the bathtub
: "My little darling, who else could it be but me? Do you have another appointment?"
“That’s hard to say, oh dear… don’t bite me too hard,” Vajini said, but her hands
were behind her back, supporting her chest even higher.
Squeezing her head out from between her breasts for air, Massa said with a smile, “My lady, your romantic
history with the knight is none of my business, but tonight you’ve already said you’re mine.”
Vajini used her index finger to unfasten the brass buttons one by one, giggling, “As long as you’re strong enough to satisfy me, then
what’s wrong with having you every day?”
“Little slut, watch my power!” Amidst the splashing water, their bodies collided violently. Vajini’s lewd moans
and boneless body ignited Massa’s passion. This
woman, sent to Cardiff as a tribute a year ago, had not only conquered Lord Balthazar with her snake dance, but had also made Massa a loyal subject at her feet
.
With her arms outstretched and gripping the edge of the tub, Vajini's soft upper body twisted exaggeratedly into a U-shape, her head raised and
her buttocks almost touching as she thrust in and out. The splashing water from the tub, accompanied by the sounds of intercourse,
splattered and slid down her fair body.
"Ah! Beautiful lady, tell me how many men's essences you enjoyed tonight," Massa
teased, his tone laced with a hint of sourness.
Vajini looked down at the white, cloudy fluid that Massa had created inside her vagina with his penis, and giggled,
"My little puppy is jealous! Hehe, come and fuck me hard, squeeze those seeds out of my body, and then let me
get pregnant with your bastard child."
What a wanton slut, but I like it, Massa's slight jealousy quickly vanished.
He turned Vajini around in the water, and with one hand, he pulled the woman, who weighed less than eighty pounds, to sit on the edge of the tub, and
thrust into her again between her actively spread legs.
A wanton woman is always proactive, and Vajini was no exception. After a few powerful thrusts, Vajini
's limbs were completely wrapped around Massa's body, her restless buttocks moving up and down on their own, leaving the edge of the tub.
Massa, holding Vajini's wildly swaying buttocks, gasped repeatedly, "Ah! Madam... Madam. Please be gentle,
I can't take it anymore."
"Then cum, I love the feeling of semen hitting my uterus!" Vajini's movements became even wilder,
her lustful eyes and the occasional flick of her tongue as if she were eagerly awaiting a delicious meal.
Massa's legs trembled, not from being unable to hold onto the woman's lithe body, but from the conditioned reflex of wanton ejaculation
. Vajini, her face flushed pink like a peach blossom, released her limbs, submerged her entire body in the water, and
slid her head down to Massa's crotch, taking his shrunken penis into her mouth and sucking on it.
One encounter with the harlot wasn't enough. Massa had come well-prepared, but he wasn't used
to making love in the cramped space of the bathtub. After retrieving the lord's wife, who was still clinging to and licking his manhood, Massa
rolled onto the bed with Vaginie, where his more vigorous movements were more suitable.
Vaginie lay sprawled on the crescent-shaped bed, her eyes fixed on Massa as he gripped her ankles, spreading them wide. This
woman, presented to Lord Balthazar as a dancer, slowly and gently lowered her head until her lips touched
her labia, then her ever-devouring tongue extended, parting her petals and probing inside.
Massa's eyes were fixed on Vaginie; this was the first time he had ever seen a woman he could perform oral sex on. Beyond the shock,
the visual stimulation was even greater, especially after Vaginie sucked out and swallowed the remaining semen from her vagina
, causing Massa's lust to surge to its peak.
The nickname "little dog" suited him perfectly. Massa knelt there, kissing and licking
every inch of Vajini's skin again and again. He was willing to be this woman's dog at her feet, as long as he could make love to her every night.
After successfully arousing Vajini's stunning visuals, the two reversed positions, licking each other's genitals. Massa, like
a treasure hunter, parted her labia majora and minora with both hands, his tongue scraping against the vulva, focusing his attack on the clitoris, savoring
the stimulating feeling of the lady of the house performing oral sex on him earlier.
Vajini, riding on top, craned her neck and cried out excitedly, her black hair whipping like a cloud.
After finally enduring this onslaught, Vajini retaliated by swallowing the entire penis in one gulp, taking the glans deep into her throat and then
squeezing her throat with her fingers. This prolonged deep throating without breathing was one of her signature techniques.
"Hiss... Oh! Gently, madam, if you swallow any more, my soul will be gone," Massa
quickly begged for mercy, withdrawing his tongue that had been exploring the petals. He didn't want to ejaculate again so soon after getting into bed.
Vajini turned over and remained beneath Massa, pressing her rosy cheeks against his glans and rubbing them gently. Her upward-
looking eyes provocatively said with a dangerous and deadly allure, "Useless thing, you can't even
handle such a little stimulation? Are you even a man?"
No man would proudly admit to being incapable in that area, even if he knew the other person was trying to provoke him. Massa's face flushed red.
He was, after all, a military commander; the women he had been with were either completely submissive or trembling with fear. Now, stimulated,
his blood immediately surged.
A surge of savagery ignited within Massa, who grabbed Vajini's hair, pulled her close, slammed her down beside him, and straddled her.
His movements were rough and savage: "You little slut, is it the party I missed tonight that's making you want more? I know you
don't like gentle men..." A string of profanities accompanied Vajini's gushing breasts. Vajini knew he was
using another method to please her, but she didn't mind making love this way.
A man and woman writhing on the bed, if an outsider suddenly walked in, they would surely think that Massa, returning from leading troops, was about to
rape the lord's wife. The bed was never short of shackles, ropes, and whips—sexual toys—which Massa used in various ways
on Vajini.
He screamed wildly in his heart for more intense pleasure, but Vajini's expression was that of a chaste and virtuous woman. Massa could no longer bear
this woman with her dual nature, and unable to suppress his desire any longer, he threw away the whip and straddled her.
Vajini, at the peak of her arousal, no longer pretended, her legs spread wide like crab claws, clamping tightly around Massa's waist. Without
the support of her bound hands, relying solely on her waist, her entire body rose and fell with a whoosh, her flowing, wet vagina swallowing
Massa's entire penis.
Amidst the sounds of their intertwined, passionate bodies colliding, both vying for control of the sexual encounter. Massa,
strong from years of military service, now had muscles taut like a rock. Despite their repeated, intense lovemaking, Vajini possessed
exceptional stamina, remaining unfazed by her partner's ferocity. Her bound body resembled that of a snake woman among orcs
; whenever Massa reached his climax, Vajini would deftly deflect the force with a sharp twist of her waist,
leaving Massa unable to ejaculate beyond screaming.
At this point, a man has two options: brute force or wit. Vajini was his superior's wife; flirting was fine, but
real sex was absolutely out of the question. Massa had no choice but to lie down on Vajini's ear and say, "Baby, please spare me. Remember
what I promised you last time? I'm all ready."
These words had an immediate effect, and Vajini smiled with satisfaction. The opportunity had arrived, and without further ado, Massa charged
towards the climax, the entire bed trembling. Hot lava pounded against the passage, irrigating the womb,
the friction of flesh reaching its peak in a few seconds.
"Squeak... thud!" After a sound like a sharp blade scraping, a fleshy ball resembling a brain fell from a cloud of yellow smoke.
"Vagini!" the ball spoke the moment it landed.
The woman, who had just been unsatisfied during sex, now had a calm look in her eyes. Her hands, which had been bound,
were now wrapped around Massa's head. Her fiery red lips pressed against the man's throat, a cold
glint appearing at the tip of her soft, smooth tongue. Massa stared blankly at the woman's blood-splattered lips, his mind blank, unable to comprehend how 　　the lady of the house, who had been swallowing his saliva
just seconds before, had become a seductive assassin. 　　Vaginie pushed aside the now-corpse-like Massa and flashed to the fleshy ball: "Nophisis, who beat you up like this 　　?!" 　　"A cowardly man doesn't even dare say his real name. So you're called Nophisis," Nalan Mingyue's paper talisman 　　floated in the air, containing an abstract little figure with hands on hips and an exaggerated expression. 　　"Damn it! Even teleportation couldn't shake her off," Nophisis used her newly grown tentacle buds to jump onto Vaginie 　　's shoulder, stopping her impulsive act while simultaneously writing the word "escape" on her back. 　　Vaginie frowned. An enemy who could make the arrogant apostle Nophisis so disheveled, and 　　who would flee even with the combined strength of two, must be incredibly difficult to deal with. But now, all her plans of the past year had gone to waste. 　　The Nophisis of today was nowhere to be seen; she was now completely terrified, like a frightened bird. 　　Seeing Vaginie still hesitating, she couldn't help but curse: "You bitch, have you been fucked senseless by men lately? 　　Run!" Then the fleshy ball leaped out of the window. 　　With a gritted teeth, Vajini reached out and grabbed the ball of flesh in mid-air. Her figure twisted, and when she reappeared, she was already in 　　the courtyard outside the room. Under the moonlight, a naked woman was running wildly, clutching the bleeding ball of flesh… 　　The 　　bed was gently rocked. Only at this moment could Shelley forget all her troubles: her husband who had died young and 　　her son whom she hadn't seen for nearly half a year. Every night, lying on the magnificent bed, she felt loneliness and sorrow, and nightmares would wake her up from time to time 　　. 　　“Empress Dowager…” It took several soft calls to wake Shelley from her reverie. To be honest, Sirises 　　was now trembling with nervousness, but she had to remain calm in the current situation: “The banquet is about 　　to begin. Please change your clothes.” 　　Stretching her arms, after being helped into a plain dress by Sirises and her personal maid, Sirises personally selected a 　　pair of crystal shoes. As she knelt down to help the Empress Dowager change her shoes, Shelley suddenly grabbed her hands: “Sister Sirises! I, 　　I’m so nervous, so shy…”

With what she considered the most comforting smile, "Calm" Silis grasped Shelley's cold
hand. "What are you afraid of? You are the mother of the Emperor. Unless they dare to rebel, and besides, if there hadn't been
initial support outside tonight, you could have simply pretended nothing happened."
Shelley nodded, then asked worriedly, "What about Hathaway? Doesn't this mean she's in danger?"
Silis's voice trembled slightly, but she quickly rallied. "Your Majesty, my two sisters and I
are ready to give our lives for you at any time..."
"No!" Shelley interrupted Silis. "Sister Silis, don't worry about
being Empress or Empress Dowager. Shelley will always be your little sister in the garden!"
"Shelley!"
"Sister Silis!"
Several palace maids wept upon seeing the two embracing. In this treacherous palace, such pure and
simple friendship was truly rare.
"My goodness! Why are you crying again?" Talia, rarely dressed in her palace gown and full of fighting spirit,
felt like turning to leave as soon as she entered; she couldn't stand seeing women cry.
Just as the three were about to leave, the lady-in-waiting hurriedly reported to Duke Velastor and Earl Barak, who
had surrounded the place with many soldiers. Hearing this, all the palace maids turned pale and trembled. How dare they be so disrespectful! The three women were all startled. Talia first observed through the magic mirror; 　　only the loyal inner guards remained at the main gate of
Crescent Moon Palace . The outer guards, composed of noble young men, hadn't 　　scattered; they had all sided with the other side. 　　Despite the dire situation, Shelley remained calm, beckoning to the rooftop. A flash of blue 　　light appeared in the air, and two female mages materialized out of thin air. Talia was greatly surprised; when had two wind 　　mages hidden beside Shelley? 　　Shelley lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly: "This is an invisible bodyguard specially arranged for me by the late Emperor before his expedition, and 　　he told me not to tell anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. I'm sorry." 　　Sirius nodded understandingly: "That's only right, Your Majesty, don't overthink it." Talia remained silent 　　, wondering how likely it was that with the cooperation of these two mages, a sudden attack would kill Velastor. 　　Shelley lingered, stroking her two sleeping children again, and hung two sachets around her daughter's neck. Turning back, she 　　instructed: "The situation has changed. It seems Hathaway may have already been killed. I will go out and deal with them later. 　　Sirius and Talia, protect the little princess and let the mages teleport her out of the palace..." 　　"No!" Sirius and Talia exclaimed simultaneously. 　　"Hehe, haha! Your Majesty, you are overthinking it. How dare your humble servant be so disrespectful?" The words were pleasant, but 　　the kick that opened the door was ruthless. Leading the charge was none other than Barak, the Duke of Velastor's son. 　　So fast! How did they get up here? Talia glanced at the reflection in the magic mirror; the guards were still 　　locked in a stalemate, oblivious to the changes within. "No need to look," Barak said, his words carrying 　　a double entendre. 　　"The Crescent Moon Palace, though high, cannot conceal the subjects' admiration and concern for the Empress Dowager . 　　" "How dare you!" Talia stepped forward to block Shelley's path, her body trembling, shattering her magnificent palace dress 　　to reveal her tight-fitting soft armor. Orange battle aura flashed, and her rapier pointed at the other man. 　　"Child, do not be rude," Velastor rebuked Barak, steadily advancing, ignoring Talia's rapier and heading straight for the Empress 　　Dowager. Before Shelley could speak, he grabbed her hand and forcefully kissed it. 　　From initial panic, fear, and anger to eventual composure, Shelley's expression as Empress Dowager was a 　　model of authority. Without withdrawing her right hand still gripped, she flung her left hand away from the desperate Talia, 　　her resolute eyes fixed on him: "Lord Velastor, state your purpose." 　　As a long-established nobleman, Velastor's every move was exemplary in terms of etiquette. He "humbly" took a half-step back 　　and knelt on one knee: "I beg Your Majesty to marry me, so that Your Majesty may rule the world and the Reines Empire may prosper for ten thousand years." 　　Shelley frowned and said in an unfriendly tone: "What if I say no? Will there be bloodshed and the Emperor of the Empire 　　immediately change hands?" 　　Velastor smiled and raised his head: "Your Majesty's words frighten me. Let this old minister explain in detail to 　　reassure Your Majesty." 　　Shelley raised an eyebrow, and a palace maid brought over a chair and helped her sit down. Celeste and Talia stood on either side, waiting for 　　this old fox to continue. 　　Velastor, kneeling to maintain his upright and steady posture, said, "Our Reins Dynasty has stood tall on 　　the continent of Esther for a thousand years, relying entirely on the wisdom and prowess of our predecessors. Your Majesty, though intelligent upon assuming the throne, is still 　　quite young. This old minister has devoted over a year to your service, yet feels constrained and powerless in many ways. To share Your Majesty's 　　burdens, I have pondered deeply and devised this clumsy plan of a sham marriage." 　　Then, symbolically, he whispered in Shelley's ear, "Your Majesty, rest assured, after receiving this nominal title, I swear that I will never 　　defile Your Majesty's pure and holy body, nor will I look up at the Emperor's coronation crown. If I break this oath, may I be torn apart and die 　　a horrible death for ten thousand years." 　　He spoke at length, but in essence, he intended to use the Empress Dowager's position to become the legitimate regent, 　　an unseen emperor above the Emperor. 　　Celeste and Talia were stunned, while Shelley silently and rapidly weighed the pros and cons. The practice of a son inheriting his father's wife 　　was a tradition only among the nomadic people of Briagosa, abandoned by the gods. In human society, it was a colossal 　　original sin. Although incestuous relationships between nobles, such as between mothers and sons, or fathers and daughters, were commonplace, they were kept secret and not openly 　　publicized. 　　However, if the other party were refused today, the Reince dynasty would immediately descend into bloodshed. His beloved son, Heinrich, 　　would be on the verge of losing his throne, or even his life… 　　While the palace gardens were filled with the sounds of music, the Crescent Palace was eerily quiet. Everyone awaited 　　the decision of the Empress Dowager, who held the highest position in the empire. 　　The choice was painful, but that didn't mean retreat was an option. Shelley could only admit that, lacking strategic acumen, she was no 　　match for the old fox: "I hope Lord Velastor will not forget the oath he has made." 　　Willastor nodded to Shelley with his right hand behind his back and his left hand bent. His hands, which had been resting on the armrests of the chair, tightened 　　and loosened repeatedly. Shelley didn't know why, despite his anger, he felt so calm. He stood up straight.

Shelley proudly raised her head, her right hand slipping into the other's arm.
The tightly closed Crescent Palace slowly opened, and Shelley and Velastor stood side by side beneath the ten-meter-high palace gates.
After a brief silence, countless helmets were thrown into the air, followed by thunderous cheers.
Celeste's pretty face turned deathly pale, her silver teeth clenched in anger; Talia's face was gloomy, her orange aura crackling like popping beans. The palace maids
were flustered, whispering amongst themselves; the loyal inner guards looked dejected, their fighting spirit utterly gone.
On February 14th, 1880, the Festival of Love in the Western Continent, Empress Shelley attended a banquet in the Royal Garden and publicly
accepted Duke Velastor's proposal. This news spread like wildfire throughout the human kingdoms in less than seven days. Two weeks later, in
the chaotic kingdoms of the Southern Continent, among the elves of the Domus Forest, and in the western Dwarf Empire, the giants and druid tribes who had long remained hidden in the mountains
all heard of this event.
The Green Sea Elves of the Domus Forest, gazing at Shelley's portrait, lovingly stroked their cheeks, sighing as they wondered why such a beautiful
woman had to marry such a wretched old man.
The city lords and chieftains of the chaotic kingdoms of the Southern Continent, looking at Shelley's portrait, rudely gave her the middle finger, lamenting that
if they had strong armies, they would surely snatch this young widow from Fang's grasp and have their way with her day and night.
A burly man from the Dwarven Empire, upon hearing the news, downed a large gulp of his rich, malty beer and asked, "Beautiful
lady, do you smell my newly mixed beer? If not, don't bother me."
The druids, upon hearing the news, scratched their heads, saying nothing, and continued to carefully care for their newborn Thunder Beast.
What did the outside world have to do with them? Recently, a human woman and child named Nalan Mingyue had arrived; her
medical skills and understanding of nature were what the druids were most interested in.
... Now
,
in what should be called the Prince's study, Willestor was reprimanding his son, Barak. The
young and arrogant lad hung his head in silence, but his hidden eyes held extreme displeasure.
Willestor's anger was not without reason; he didn't object to his son's womanizing.
It was understandable that young people sometimes couldn't control their desires, but Barak should never have raped the late Emperor's wife, Lady Lyss.
Such a scandal within the royal palace would add uncertainty to the upcoming wedding.
At this moment, the old butler rushed in: "Master, news has just arrived from the palace that Lady Lyss has committed suicide by jumping from a building."
Willestor stood up, glared at his son hatefully, and waved him out.
Several people who had been in the back room emerged: Archmage Bergdale, Sorcerer Stark, and a shadowy figure.
Archmage Bergdale was Emperor Helis's magic teacher.
Bergdale said with some regret, "My old friend, the young master went too far this time. We supported you to
stabilize Reines. If he continues his reckless behavior, then our cooperation ends here.
" Willassor nodded, "I will discipline Barak strictly from now on .
Have the Church and the Magic Guild reached an agreement?"
Stark replied, "Only the Knights' Guild on Zorreka's side is debating quite fiercely; the Church and the Magic
Guild have remained silent..."
On
March 8, 1880, the Western Continent witnessed a "grand" wedding that captivated the entire continent. Attendees included
non-official envoys from eight countries, as well as two dwarf tribes and six small desert principalities affiliated with the Reines Empire
, totaling no more than a hundred people.
It's also worth mentioning that Grand Duchess Cagalli, Reines' largest vassal state, only sent a flower
basket containing blooming red spider lilies (commonly known as the "dead man's flower").
No church pastor dared to hymn blessings at the wedding, fearing he would be
drowned in the spittle of the citizens. Velassor didn't prepare a ring either, for he only wanted the title of regent.
Thus, Duke Velassor was "promoted" to Prince Velassor, assisting Emperor Heinrich in governing the country
. Empress Dowager Shelley Dinah Romde Helis was renamed Empress Dowager Shelley Dinah Romde Velassor
.
Facing the quiet and varied expressions of the guests below, the newly crowned Prince Velassor took his "wife's"
small hand, cradling it in his arm as they descended the platform and greeted everyone. Throughout the ceremony, Shelley, her face veiled in white, remained
silent and unresponsive, like a puppet following Velassor.
Valuet, the "hero" who had led the suppression of the Praetorian Guard, now promoted to the new commander of the Praetorian Guard, rushed
in and whispered in the Prince's ear…
After a few slight twitches, his face returned to normal. He patted the small hand in his arm and
whispered to Shelley, "My dear Empress Dowager, I didn't expect you to have a backup plan. Those two mages who worked with Talia, were they
the late Emperor's personal guards?"
A smile played on Shelley's lips, half-hidden by her veil. She knew from Value's expression that the plan had succeeded. "My
little darlings, Mayfair and Meryl! This is all I can do for you. I hope the Goddess of Dawn will
have mercy and allow us to meet again. "
She pulled her hand from his arm and walked away without looking back. Her personal maid, waiting at the door, relayed
the decree: "The Crescent Moon Palace will never be opened again. Anyone who trespasses will be killed without mercy. Remember! This is
an edict from Empress Dowager Reines." Watching Shelley's alluring figure disappear into the distance, Barak swallowed hard and asked his father 　　why he hadn't taken
such a tempting young widow . 　　Willestor sighed, looking at his disappointing son. "If I wanted to, 　　there are dozens of ways to get her to obediently strip naked and go to bed. But as a qualified politician, one must calculate the pros and cons of every matter. If Shelley is made 　　too desperate, there will inevitably be a fierce backlash. Now that she still has some breathing room, she will carefully consider 　　the consequences of causing trouble..." 　　"Aren't we going to chase after those two girls?" Barak asked, puzzled. 　　Why not! Willestor finished his drink and laughed, "Don't we still have a hidden pawn we haven't 　　played yet?" 　　Barak's eyes lit up, and he chuckled softly as if suddenly understanding. 　　On March 8th, 1880, in the Western Continent, on the same day as Queen Mother Shelley's wedding at the Reins Palace, two young 　　princesses suddenly disappeared, along with the magical swordsman Baron Talia and the high-ranking court lady, Miss Siris 　　.

(to be continued)

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