Divine Ascension (Wattys 2024)

Chapter 8 - No Room For Love

CW: mature themes (slight descriptions of sex)

A few days after the crowning ceremony, Melinda decided to host a ball. The noblemen needed a celebration, and she needed a distraction from her dark thoughts. Still, she wasn't entirely sure how to organize it, especially because other people had some ideas that weren't very palatable to her.

"You know, I think we should host a Roman party," Susanne suggested to her out of the blue one day. "I don't really mean a fully Roman party, but, you know... There was some quite entertaining stuff they did back then. It would be a break from the usual tradition of a ball, and it would be more luxurious. Besides, new stuff is fun to try, isn't it?"

"Oh, so you want me to host an orgy?" Melinda said, turning her nose up at her.

"Well, not really..." Susanne replied, fluttering her eyebrows all innocently.

"I'm not stupid, Susanne," Melinda said coldly. "I know you're trying to mock me and discredit my reputation because of your own secret plans. I have my own plans, which are not in accordance with all this nonsense you're suggesting."

"The party would be private," Susanne said, looking at her discreetly. "People outside the palace don't have to know all the exact details of it."

Melinda waved her hands in the air. "The other aristocrats would decry the idea as grotesque! They'd think me a madwoman!"

Susanne shrugged limply. "They were the ones who suggested it. Go talk to them."

Melinda had quite a few things she wanted to say to her, but she left immediately afterwards, causing her to let out a heavy sigh. She soon talked to the other aristocrats, and most of them thought the idea of a "Roman party" was nice. With a heavy heart, Melinda set about organizing it, swearing to herself that she wouldn't participate in all its decadence and frivolity.

However, the dark and unknown forces that plagued her mind weren't content to leave her alone, bringing her to the point of despair. While most other people were having fun, she looked even more miserable than Theresa and Wentworth, who were crawling up in disgust in the corner. There was music and dancing and great food, which included a large bowl of fresh fruits and desserts such as ice cream, strawberry cake and chocolate fondue.

There was also a great amount of alcohol, and a bottle of Merlot near Melinda stood out in particular, tempting her. Knowing that it would only make her more susceptible to dark forces, yet unable to resist its thrall, she drank half of it in one go, causing her to get drunk quickly and cheer as she slammed the bottle, spilling its remaining contents on the ground, filling the room up with awkward laughter.

***

Soon enough, the alcohol started having more strange effects on her mind. There were a great many clothless people of both genders, making her skin shiver with uncomfortable excitement as she walked languidly through the room. Like a hunter, she searched for her target, and, a few moments later, she found him.

He was a young servant boy with innocent features, his black hair curled adorably and his green eyes gleaming with life, widening as his skin heated up at her sudden touch, making his cheeks rosy.

Unbuttoning his trousers, she gently grabbed his small yet ready penis, stroking it with her skilful touch, masturbating him intensely to his pleasure. He couldn't believe what was happening as she kept stroking him, overwhelming his mind with a piercing, pulsating erection, knowing that he shouldn't be enjoying it as much as he was, yet still unable to restrain himself from moaning greatly and collapsing onto the ground as she swiftly left him alone, moving on steadily to her next target.

It was a random noblewoman whose name she didn't know, but whose pretty auburn hair and ocean eyes and womanly curves hidden neatly beneath her flowing periwinkle gown stood out to her. She was kissing another woman who Melinda didn't care much for, but who wasn't particularly attractive and obviously couldn't bring her much pleasure. Her kissing was so succulent for nothing in return. With a heavy sigh, she gave up and left, stunned to see the Empress herself looking at her with great interest.

"Your Majesty," she said awkwardly. "What are you do-"

Melinda cut her off with a kiss on the lips, shoving her tongue deep inside her throat, holding onto her body with great passion. It lasted for thirty seconds, and it was so wonderful that the other woman breathed heavily for several seconds after it was over, her cheeks a deep red. She looked around for a while, unable to get a grasp of reality due to how wonderful it all was.

"I have a lot of experience," Melinda explained plainly before turning to walk away, but the other woman pulled her back.

"I want you," she rasped, her eyes gleaming with despair. "You're such a good lover. Please make rough and passionate love to me. I want you with my entire body. Please do it, I'm begging you."

Melinda laughed warmly at her. "Oh, so you're a rather lustful woman. It's very amusing to me. Still, you're a good lover as well, and it's just what I need right now. What's your name?"

"Larissa Stilton," the woman said shyly. "I moved here recently from America. That's why you don't know me."

Melinda decided to ignore that inconvenient fact.

"Come here," she said right before pulling her by the collar, unbuttoning her dress to reveal her large, heaving breasts, which she proceeded to touch with eager pleasure. They were so warm and soft, and Larissa's beautiful moaning helped arouse her further. It made her feel like a woman.

She kept rolling them like dough, tracing her fingers along her pretty pink nipples, and she couldn't stop it before starting to approach her climax. She tore Larissa's dress from her body, forcing her onto the floor as she entered her plump buttocks repeatedly with great force, after which she too was orgasming heavily, but this vulgar night of sin was far from over.

***

After going through many other targets, Melinda was left alone in the dark room to clean everything. As the door was closed behind her, leaving no light in the room, she knelt onto the cold, hard floor that reeked of debauchery.

She wept silently as the alcohol began to wear off, not being able to remember much but having no idea how she could have given in to sin so easily, making many conquests but no love. It felt like there was no room for love in her heart anymore. There might be someday, but not today, not when her demons kept haunting her without rest.