I Reincarnated As My Waifu, What Do? Epilogue (Patreon)

I don't think I'm a size queen. Honestly, as far as queens go, I'm rather petite!

But I do love me a big fat cock! 

I don't think I could live without getting something like this every once in a while. My husband is lovely, really, he is, a cute and lovely man whom I feel very fond of. He has a million and one reasons why I like him, and why I like being with him.

But this is irreplaceable.

Being surrounded by the overwhelmingly enormous muscles of a man is incredibly satisfying, and feeling him desperately holding onto my thigh and waist, as he's making me bounce on his lap, thrusting into me from below, each time reaching the furthest depths of my very being and stretching them to their limits..! 

I'm no size queen, I'm a queen who loves all of her subjects, big and small, but whenever I do, I enjoy them HARD! Hard enough that my breasts are threatening to pop out of my button up, threatening to snap the buttons right off in fact, as they were forcibly shaken by the potent thrusting!

Feeling it stiffen up and somehow, impossibly, grow even further, I knew we were reaching the climax, and that cock was bringing me to the edge!

"Ffuck, PRINCEEEESS!"

I opened my mouth into a wordless scream that resounded within the soundproofed room, at the same time as he was cumming, he shoved his dick super hard and hit every weak point along the way, every sensitive spot, my entire body lit up all at once, and then the torrential tribute of semen came, filling me up and overflowing from within me, thick, hot and sticky dick milk spilling from where we were joined together. 

The fifth round of the day was too much for him, and Otto the One Armed Beast, a man who struck fear into the heart of entire armies by just showing up, was defeated by the girl whom he once considered something akin to a niece. A long time ago, I'd disabused him of that notion, of course, and now he was reaping the benefits of changing his mind about how he saw me.

It took me a few minutes to recover, standing up, feeling a little wobbly, my legs not responding quite right. I groaned as I stretched my back, and looked down at him, as he let himself fall flat on his back on the padded floor. We had many different rooms to fuck in, in this underground fortress, used by my secret forces, and this was one of the more... soft, ones, so to speak. Good for a nap as well.

I smirked. "I've not been a princess for months now, General," I said, idly.

"Yeh-heh, ya'll always," he stopped to yawn, tired beyond belief undoubtedly. Trom's revitalization and reorganization was by no means easy, and he was being worked to the bone. Hence, his reward that left him dead tired, but in a satisfying way, "be tha," he yawned again, "princess t'me, gal," he said, finally allowing himself to rest.

I smiled. "Okay, as you will. Enjoy your break, there's a whole lot more work to do later," I said.

He returned a noncommittal grunt, and let me go.

I left the room and the General who was in charge of reorganizing our military forces behind. He was taking over a lot of work. Expanding the Crown's power and shrinking the power of the nobility also meant taking over security. I didn't want the nobility to even have an excuse to need a private army to defend their lands, and so  I was taking over with the Royal Army.

Once I was the overwhelming military force everywhere in Trom, I could begin truly defanging the nobility, and centralizing administrative power as well, but until then, I'll have to ensure that the morale of my men is kept up.

I passed the rooms where many of my co-conspirators were being attended to by others. Moving the country forward technologically, politically and socially was hard, but I'm sure that many of the people here agree with me that it's necessary, and the rest don't care either way... after all, they quite enjoy the taste of the country I intend to run.

I saw even some of the maids assigned to me in the castle, and some of the ladies who waited on me. Daughters of nobility, sent as political hostages after the events of my purge... temporary measures, of course. Many a foolish noble thought that they could get in my good graces through these means.

Foolish fools indeed!

Many of those noble daughters were mine now, whether it be through promises of power, wealth, independence or else, they had fallen to my influence one by one, dancing to my tune, and giving their bodies to the cause just as readily as anyone else!

...

Okay so maybe a lot of them were almost terrifyingly enthusiastic, but I chalk that up to the rather... retrograde families that they belonged to. Going from being seen as disposable pawns or objects with which to further the family's public standing, to being a confidante of the Queen was a big upgrade to begin with.

"I seriously didn't expect Lady Cabral to be... like that," Amalia spoke, and I turned to face her, as she came out of a closed room. Amalia was... well...

"I see you had fun," I spoke, smiling a little to myself. 

She was dressed in black treated leather, based on the sheen and color, I suspected one of her admirers had somehow made the outfit out of Black Bull Minotaur skin... not remotely close to cheap, but unbelievably sturdy and more importantly - easy to clean. It also looked very good on Amalia.

But it looked even better, streaked with semen everywhere. Amalia's hair was gathered into a tight bun on top of her head, held together with a pair of pointy sticks, and surprisingly pristine, but the rest of her was positively soaked in cum. White streaks of thick and sticky semen were everywhere on her. Her black kneehigh boots showed everything from the knee to the crotch, which was covered in a black thong, and that allowed me to see the multitude of bruises and hand prints all over her skin. The leather corset left her shoulders bare and her tits uncovered, and again, she had many marks, bites and hickeys and the odd handprint, all over her chest, shoulders, neck and biceps, and probably under the gloves that covered up to her elbows as well.

"I broke my record," she said, smiling brightly, "but I don't know how long I'll remain awake for, I'm not even sure I'm conscious right now," she said, her voice a little floaty and distant. "Would you..?"

"Say no more," I hummed, and mimed raising my fingers. The closest person heeded my command and came to fetch her. Amalia zonked out instantly, and fell into his arms. 

My ability to control my people was powerful. Using it responsibly was paramount to my own sanity. Some were more willing to allow me to do this sort of thing for them, and others asked that if I were to need them, then I could ask for forgiveness or give a reward later.

Katas, the man who came to fetch Amalia, would want me to sit on his face later. I made a mental note of it, and sent him along to the rest area.

I hummed.

Work at the church was going smoothly as well. It was harder to get my hooks into people in there, especially as a result of my own actions trying to oust corrupt and politics-minded priests. Turns out when you crusade against corruption the corrupt are less willing to collude with you, go figure.

That said, Amalia was steadily increasing her power, and with a little bit of help from my status as a divinely appointed King, I could somewhat speed things along.

I continued walking through my private fortress under the palace, until I came to the only room that was barred from everyone else, the only private place in this most private of places.

I entered the small room. There was only a shrine, to a formless goddess, which I knelt before. Only I knew it was there, I had painstakingly built it by myself, using knowledge gathered from my people to speed up the building process.

I knelt before the unknown goddess, and clasped my hands together.

"I don't know if you can hear me, I don't know if you're watching," I said, "but I would really appreciate a sign if you think I'm going astray," I said. "Like, a heads up would be great, rather than some great disaster or anything," I added, chuckling to myself. "Until then, thank you for everything you've done for me, and hopefully, we won't meet in person for a very long time."

I heard giggling, a voice as melodious and musical as the greatest of divas, and then a feeling of warmth spread through me.

It was these moments that made the effort worth it... Visions of my kingdom, of my people, of those who over the past few months were starting to discover the impact of my work and policies. 

I was shown my successes, and my mistakes. I was shown where I was going wrong, where I had gone wrong, and where I could improve. What I forgot, what I thought about, what I needed, what I sought...

And also, a single piece of advice.

I was given this power to gather people, and I was supposed to use it... and not try to do everything myself.

"It was just the shrine..! Okay, okay, I'll make sure not to do something like that again, I'll ask for help when I need it, I promise," I said, and the nagging feeling went away.

I smiled.

"I'll come to talk again when I have time," I said, standing up. "I'll think about an offering, too!" I added. "How do you feel about sweets?"

Excitement coursed through me, and I knew at that point, exactly what the  Goddess' price was! My kingdom's future was looking great... soon, I will spread this revolution across the land.

"It's my privilege, as an emperor, isn't it?" I muttered to myself, walking out of the hidden shrine room, and locking it behind me. The power of my Skills coursed through me.

Ooh, I just had a thought, and I began perusing my people for skilled engineers. The future's looking bright, and properly illuminating the streets is just one step of many.

No matter what I do, it always feels like there's more work left to do, but that's fine, this is what I signed up for, and it's for the country and its people, that I love... I'll make all of you proud, my people, my father, my goddess, and I promise you won't regret entrusting me the future!