Side Story Ch. 01: ROMANCE

This is a fan fiction from "Casus Belli" written by "Banbeck". All the credit goes to the original author.

This is a story of a noblewoman of lower rank in the event of "Casus Belli" novel from her point of view.

Cautionary (for series): non-consent, reluctant, violence, straight sex, inter species sex, anal sex.

Setting: Nigawa, planet Mundea (Galeon III), year 3647 (local)

CASUS BELLI-Side Story CH. 01: ROMANCE, A BEGINNING OF THE END

Lady Margaret, a human female, 35 years old, is the wife of a knight with a small domain in Nigawa.

Although the land owned by Marguerite is not large, it has a rich field. The towers and walls that guarded the area have been mostly in ruins, as the area has not been invaded by foreign enemies for centuries, but the southernmost fortress has been rebuilt as a comfortable little castle by the local knights and gentry who ruled the area.

Margaret, a 35-year-old mature woman, met her husband Albert when she was young and happily accepted a noble knight only 2 years her senior; she was only 15 years old. Margaret had wonderful blue eyes and wonderful light brown hair, which she wore tightly in a bun during the day and loosely at night.

This aristocratic woman's face is always with a beautiful smile, the flow of time did not leave a wrinkle on her face, but the beauty and maturity of the temperament with the passage of time as a brewed decades of aromatic old wine generally make her more and more beautiful and attractive.

Margaret's face is usually only lightly made up, with a high, soft nose. Her skin remains as silky soft and pure as the day her husband married her, often glistening in the warmth of the hall fireplace.

Lady Margaret always wore a plain emerald green dress, decorated with only a few jewels, with a pearl necklace and broad shoulders. Her huge breasts were outlined in a breathtaking curve, and her luscious buttocks was held up in a huge, full curve under the emerald, green fabric. Not only does it show off Margaret's firm, rounded hip, but as she swings and moves her long legs, the flesh of her buttocks shudders every time her feet hit the ground.

In this rural territory, Margaret is undoubtedly a beauty to look at.

Although Margaret's whole body exudes elegance, she was definitely not the kind of noble lady who was all high and mighty.

Even though she is a lord's wife, her wealth and status are not enough to hire a housekeeper to do all kinds of work. She had to take care of many of the big and small things in the territory herself, whether it was the work schedule of the servants, their pay, counting the food to ensure that he and his people could spend the winter in peace...... She was both a capable wife.

Margaret's only regret - in her marriage of more than twenty years she had only a 16-year-old daughter and a 10-year-old son. She and her husband saw many doctors, but for some reason they could not easily conceive a child.

Margaret's husband, Albert, was a knight, but more of a quiet and scholarly man. He is a perfect match for Margaret, who has an introverted personality, and they are happily married among the nobility, and always treat each other with courtesy.

But there was always gossip behind their backs that Margaret had breasts as big as melons and such firm buttocks, and that she was born to bear children. But the frail Albert seemed unable to get his wife to bear more children, which was a waste......

Lady Margaret never bothered with such gossip, convinced that she would live an ordinary and peaceful life with her husband and children-

--until the war broke out and they surrendered to the orcs. Lady Margaret's family and her own life were turned upside down.

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The church bell struck six times.

The sun was going down, but the warm maple fire was already burning in the ancient fireplace in the castle hall, providing heat and leaving the cold wind outside, giving a comfortable sense of security.

"Pierrot, where are you running off to again?

But as one boy tried to sneak out of the hall, he was immediately caught.

He was a boy of only ten years old. The soft light of the fire shone through just enough to illuminate the cute face with its fine features. Although his table is a little too soft, but the future iron will become a very handsome male.

His name is Pierrot, and he is the son of the ruler of this territory.

The white boy known as Pierrot turned his head and saw a familiar figure approaching him.

"Good evening, Mother." Pierrot hurried to salute his mother.

"It's late, do you still want to run out?"

"I'm sorry, I...... I just want to go for a walk!"

"No, it's very unsafe out there. Have you forgotten that we're still at war?"

"But I heard...... Didn't we lose the war in Nigawa?"

"Pietro."

Pierrot had never heard his mother speak at a higher volume and scold him, but this was the first time he had seen his mother so serious, her eyes shining with sadness. Pierrot shut his mouth on the spot.

"Remember this, Pierrot. Even if our army is really crushed, even if we will finally accept the slavery and oppression of the orcs, you must not give in, you must not allow your heart to be truly subjugated to the beasts, do you understand?

"Mother, what you say is so hard to understand......." Pierrot said in a daze.

At that moment, another familiar figure approached from a distance.

"Sarah, you come too."

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Although the orcs have said they will not harm children under the age of 20 in the kingdom, Sarah, as a woman, could not help but give her body to the orcs.

"Oh, My Child......"

Margaret held Sarah and Pierrot tightly in her arms while they cried and clung to their mother.

The family stayed late that day before returning to their room to sleep.

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The warmth of the day had receded and was greeted by the coolness of the night.

In the dead of night, the candles used to illuminate the surroundings were extinguished, and the environment fell into silence. Only the soft light of the full moon poured in through the window, its natural glow illuminating the dark room with a hint of transparency.

In the bed were Margaret and her husband, Albert.

"This will be our last time......"

The movement of both hands continued as Albert gently pulled Margaret's thighs apart, watching the lips of Margaret's pussy move as if they were saying to get the rod in soon. The nectar was spilling out from inside the blooming petals, so much that it was wetting the bed sheets.

The hard rod was aimed at the entrance of his wife's pussy, and then Albert held Margaret's smooth buttocks and slowly inserted the head. The moist petals swallowed the tip of the manhood, and the taut inner walls turned up to envelop it.

"Margaret clenched her teeth, closed her eyes tightly, stiffened her limbs, and sank her fingers deep into the bedspread.

The wet, slippery pussy produced a fierce spasm, which in turn seemed to be urging Albert to thrust harder and faster. So he took a breath, and with a "poof," he plunged his rod into the fullness of his lover's pussy.

Margaret felt the long-suffering part of her body being filled with Albert's prick, and every inch of her soaked vagina was filled with the hot cock.

Albert gently stroked his wife's cheeks as she did not move.

Margaret's face was smiling, for it was Albert, the favorite, who had made herself a woman in the first place. He was always very gentle with her, so every time he moved he was very careful, afraid of hurting his wife.

Although there were times when Margaret felt he could have been a little more daring and intense.

"Albert, I love you." I love you," Margaret murmured, reaching out to hold Albert's head in her hands and kissing Albert's lips.

"So do I, Margaret......" Inside the hot, sweet body of his subordinate, Albert's steel rod swelled up even more, and the mere thrusting brought his lower half to the edge of pleasure so quickly that he even ejaculated at once.

"Sorry."

"It's all right."

Margaret didn't particularly mind this kind of thing, and they maintained their position still. Margaret could clearly feel her tight inner walls and slippery folds of her pussy enveloping her husband's rod, and although it didn't reach the deepest part of her body - Margaret's lower body was warmed by it, and she could feel the pulsing of the connected flesh.

"Mmm...mmm! I can feel Albert's rod inside me now! I can feel Albert's rod inside me right now! Margaret said.

"Marguerite's inside is also very comfortable."

"I wouldn't be happy to say...... that." I would not be happy to say that," said Margaret shyly, turning her face away.

Albert smiled and then said, "I'm going to start moving then, okay?

"Yes, yes!"

So he slowly began to pump his cock, and although it should have been very easy to move with the lubrication of his love juice, the tightness of Margaret's narrow pussy caused him a slight pain when he pushed his cock.

Albert grabbed his wife's heels with both hands and began to push in hard.

The intimate part of the woman's body strangles the first time the male root enters, and when the gun is withdrawn, the pale red inner wall is also exposed.

"It's okay, it can be more intense!

Margaret murmured to Albert in a pampered voice, and now even the pain of being penetrated by the hot steel rod was turned into devotion to her husband; "To be one with the one you love. Such a belief took over his wife's heart.

With his hands on Margaret's waist, Albert began to swing and fuck her wet pussy, and all at once the room resounded with the sound of "pop, pop" as his waist swung so fast that Albert's belly hit his wife's ass.

The sound was the result of his waist swinging too fast and Albert's belly hitting his wife's buttocks. "Ahhh...... uhhh............ Albert...... so fiercely......hard...... ah...... inside me...... ah ah...... ah...... so comfortable feeling......"

Margaret's gasps made Albert even more excited. She did it on purpose.

She was in love with her partner, there was no doubt about that; but Margaret herself had not experienced much pleasure in the process of physical intercourse.

In fact, Margaret herself thought that such things were wrong when she was told like that in the past.

At this point, Albert's thrusts were becoming more intense and faster. His rod was pushing his pussy open, and the mouth-watering love juices were pouring out of the hole.

In addition to the "pop, pop" sound in the whole room, there was also a lustful and sticky "plop, plop, plop" sound from the rod rubbing against the tender flesh of the honey pussy. Albert thrust harder and harder into Margaret, who responded by clamping her hard, big rod down again and again.

"Haah, haah, Albert...... this is so comfortable too......! Yeah! That place...... mmmhhhhhh!"

"Of course, Margaret's body is so warm."

"Then go deeper...... in...... more!"

She twisted her waist, and the subtle folds of flesh on the surface kept rubbing and stirring his rod, his pussy trembling and squirming as if welcoming the hard rod, making him so comfortable that he grabbed his wife's ample waist with both hands and pushed his rod deep inside Margaret's pussy, even shaking his hips to make the rod in the thrusts rotate and rub.

The two naked bodies were in constant contact, rubbing against each other without a moment's separation. Margaret's legs were spread wide, desperately trying to meet the pleasure that Albert was bringing her with each stroke, and he was pumping back and forth rapidly, enjoying the impact of the friction between his penis and his vagina.

Margaret's petals kept contracting, wrapping around Albert's rod one after another. As a tingling sensation gets closer and closer, the movement of the waist unconsciously gets faster and faster, and the sound of the two lower bodies hitting each other gets stronger and stronger.

In front of the eyes, the two beautiful shapes on the firm breasts, with each impact and left and right, can not stop shaking, as if begging not to stop. Even Albert could not resist.

At this point, Margaret clung to Albert with excitement, her whole body shaking as her arms and legs wrapped around him with all their might. Likewise, Albert wrapped his arms around Margaret's back, forming a more stable position.

Then, Albert began a more intense pistoning motion than he had been doing up to that point.

"Ahhh...... good...... so comfortable............ ohhh......Albert...... is so good...... ah...... penetrating me so well......oh...... Albert's big stick is so good...... ah......"

Each time the split was about to pull out of Margaret's body, he took her by the arm and pushed in deep again, his aroused rod breaking into the deepest part of her pussy again and again, causing wave after wave of stronger blows, and the pussy involuntarily strangling the rod.

The sound of their flesh hitting each other was particularly loud in the small, crowded room. The rich breasts on Margaret's body bounced up and down in rhythm with the rhythm of their bodies, even making a thumping sound.

"ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh..."

With the sweet moans of Marguerite in his ears, Albert's lower body felt a strong contraction every time she let out a panting sound of pleasure, and a sweet tingle climbed up his spine. Every time he pushed in, Margaret's beautiful body shuddered and arched back, her beautifully shaped breasts bouncing, her nectar-soaked steel rod digging into her flower path and tickling her center, her swollen pink pearl trembling as it was hit by the male root.

"I'm...... coming out, Margaret!"

"Ahhh...... cum...... Albert...... it's okay...... ahhhh......oh my god...... another shot...... coming out...... ah...... ah......"

Finally, the moment he couldn't take it anymore, Albert pushed his rod, which was about to explode, into Margaret's body again as deep as possible, releasing it inside her softest part.

"Ah! Ahhh...ahhhh! Ahhh...ah...ah...eeee...ah...ah...ah..."

In an instant, the hot, wild flow of seed rushed out and filled his wife's body.

The hot seed poured deep into her body, and Margaret reached a short orgasm with the powerful infusion of her husband's body fluids. The tender flesh of her pussy kept contracting and spasming, and her uterus kept sucking on the head of the rod. She held Albert's back tightly, and Margaret's legs were wrapped around her partner's waist, and she raised her pussy to receive Albert's cum wholeheartedly.

During the ejaculation, Margaret wiggled and trembled her white ass until the last drop of semen was injected into her private parts, then Albert released her with all his strength and felt the warmth of the nectar and semen mixed together and containing the rod.

Looking at Margaret, pressed against the bed, Albert's heart was filled with happiness.

It was now clear to him how much he loved his wife, Margaret.

"Margaret......"

"Hmm?" She murmured as if she were talking in a dream.

"I love you!"

Albert whispered in Margaret's ear, stroked her hair, and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

Before they met, there was only a simple vertical crack where the seeds drawn by his rod became layers of flesh that spread outward. The white fluid slid out of it as he pulled out of his lower body.

Albert and Margaret were embracing each other, feeling each other's body heat, and enjoying a moment of happiness at the most unsettling time.

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The cold before dawn woke Margaret. However, her husband, Albert, was sleeping without moving and snoring.

He seemed really tired, Margaret thought. Every time Albert had sex with her, he would fall asleep paralyzed with exhaustion. She couldn't bear to wake him up, but just looked at his sleeping face in silence.

Margaret's thoughts became intermittent: she felt how kind a husband she had married, how rare it was to have a man with a gentle and good temper - well, not really. He would freak out about little things, like when Margaret accidentally wrote the wrong number in her ledger.

But he was always kind to her, not bothering with food and drink, and gentle with the children - well, not really. He was gentle when his daughter was young, but as she got older he became impatient and didn't want to understand the complexities of his daughter's mental state as she entered adolescence. He was always strict with his son no matter what age he was. But all in all, he had a good relationship with his children.

This made Margaret feel a little proud of the fact that society had always considered a good relationship between father and child to be the work of a good wife and a good mother, and a bad relationship between father and child to be the proof of a mother's failure. Margaret could not help but think that she was a good wife and mother in Albert's eyes, wasn't she?

Albert was a complicated man, but she never wished she had married someone else. She could not marry another knight, whether she loved him or not. Her Albert was not a brave warrior, but he was a clever scholar. So he was responsible for calculating the treasury and the amount of food, rather than riding outside or wielding a lance. Sometimes Margaret felt this made him happier.

Good Albert, Margaret thought, and a warm feeling of gratitude filled her drowsy consciousness.

But Margaret clearly knew that her relationship with Albert was about to come to an end.