A King's Private Reward: Souma's Passionate Night with Excel Walter in a Secluded Hot Spring

The gentle lapping of water against stone was the only sound that broke the evening's tranquility. Here, nestled deep within a private corner of the royal forests, was a sanctuary I had commissioned in secret. It was a personal project, a folly some might say, but to me, it was a necessity. A place of quiet repose for those who carried the heaviest burdens of the kingdom I was so desperately trying to rebuild. And no one, save perhaps myself, carried a greater burden than the woman who now stood before me, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of stone lanterns against the twilight sky. Excel Walter, the eternal winter of the north, the Grand Duchess of the Walter Duchy, and one of my most indispensable pillars of support in this strange new world of Genjitsu Shugi Yuusha No Oukoku Saikenki.

I had summoned her here under the guise of an urgent, private consultation. The ruse felt childish, but it was the only way I knew to get her to abandon her mountain of paperwork and relentless duties. Her loyalty was so absolute that a direct order to relax would have likely been met with a polite refusal, insisting her work was paramount. But the sight of her now, her usual stern and formal attire replaced by something so breathtakingly unexpected, made the small deception feel entirely worthwhile. She wore a bikini of deep emerald green, a color that perfectly complemented her pale, flawless skin and the striking silver of her long, elegant hair. It was a tasteful, two-piece garment, yet it did little to hide the magnificent reality of her form.

Excel was a woman of mature, refined beauty. The term 'milf' from my old world floated through my mind, a crude word for something so divine. She possessed a grace and poise that came with age and experience, but her body had defied time's touch. Her stomach was flat and toned, her hips curved in a perfect, womanly arc, and her legs were long and elegant. But it was the swell of her chest that truly stole my breath. Her big tits, full and round, strained against the green fabric of the bikini top, promising a softness and weight that sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust through my veins. It was an inappropriate thought for a king to have about his most esteemed vassal, but in this private sanctuary, I allowed the man to eclipse the monarch.

"Your Majesty," she said, her voice a low, melodic hum that carried a hint of amusement. She performed a slight curtsy, a gesture so ingrained it was second nature, yet utterly incongruous with her state of dress. "This is quite an... unconventional meeting location. And the requested attire was certainly a surprise." A small, knowing smile played on her lips. She knew. Of course, she knew. Excel Walter saw through political intrigue and battlefield strategies; my simple ploy must have been as transparent as glass to her.

"I apologize for the subterfuge, Lady Excel," I replied, my voice a little rougher than I intended. I rose from my position at the edge of the steaming hot spring. "But you leave me no choice. You work too hard. The kingdom needs you rested, not just relentless. Consider this a royal decree to relax." I gestured to the water, steam rising in ethereal tendrils into the cool night air. "Please, join me. Tonight, we are not king and duchess. We are simply Kazuya and Excel."

Her silver eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, softened. She gave a genuine, warm smile this time, a rare sight that made my heart ache with a strange mix of admiration and desire. "If my king commands it." She walked to the edge of the spring with the fluid grace of a dancer, her hips swaying gently. She untied the strings at the back of her neck and the clasp on her back, letting the bikini top fall away. My breath hitched in my throat. Her magnificent breasts were free, heavy and perfectly shaped, with dusky rose nipples that pebbled in the cool air. She didn't hide them. She held my gaze, a silent challenge and invitation in her eyes, before she turned and slipped into the water, the warm spring embracing her body until she was submerged to her shoulders. The sight of her bare, glorious tits disappearing beneath the water was both a disappointment and a promise of what lay beneath.

I followed her in, the water a soothing balm on my skin, but it did little to cool the fire she had ignited within me. We sat on opposite sides of the spring for a time, the comfortable silence broken only by the chirping of crickets. The conversation, when it began, was light. We spoke of the success of the new agricultural reforms, the stability of the northern borders. It was our usual fare, but the context was so radically different. The steam, the intimacy of the setting, the undeniable fact of our mutual near-nudity, charged every word with a subtext of simmering tension. I found my eyes constantly drawn to the way the water lapped at her collarbones, the elegant line of her neck, the ghostly white globes of her breasts swaying gently beneath the surface.

"You are staring, Your Majesty," she murmured, her gaze steady and unwavering. There was no accusation in her tone, only a statement of fact, laced with a teasing lilt.

"I am," I admitted, deciding that honesty was the only path forward. "I'm admiring a work of art. The most beautiful and capable woman in all of Elfrieden." My words were bold, but they were true. In the entire realm of How A Realist Hero Rebuilt The Kingdom, she was a singular force. "You deserve more than just a kingdom's gratitude, Excel. You deserve to be cherished."

I moved through the water, the slight resistance feeling like I was wading through honey. I stopped before her, the space between us charged with unspoken energy. "May I?" I asked, my hand hovering near her shoulder. She gave a slow, deliberate nod. My fingers made contact with her skin. It was impossibly soft, warmed by the spring water. I began to knead the tension from her shoulders, working my thumbs into the tight muscles there. She let out a soft sigh, her head tilting back, exposing the long, vulnerable column of her throat. My massage grew bolder, my hands sliding down her arms, over her ribs, my thumbs brushing the heavy side of her breasts. She shivered, but didn't pull away.

"Kazuya," she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut. The sound of my name from her lips, spoken with such intimacy, was my undoing. I leaned in, my lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both tentative and ravenous. It was not the chaste kiss of a monarch, but the desperate, hungry kiss of a man who had wanted this for longer than he had dared to admit. To my shock and delight, she responded in kind. Her lips parted, her tongue meeting mine in a dance of surprising passion. Her hands came up to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. This was not the dutiful duchess; this was a woman of deep, repressed passion, finally given leave to express it.

When we broke for air, we were both breathless. Her silver eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen and red. "The villa has a bedroom," she whispered, her voice husky. "It would be a shame to let such fine accommodations go to waste." Without another word, she rose from the water, a magnificent water goddess emerging from the steam. I followed, my eyes feasting on her naked form. The water cascaded down her curves, highlighting every valley and peak. Her ass was firm and perfectly rounded, a heart-stopping sight that made my loins ache with a primal need.

Inside, the bedroom was just as I had designed it. A large bed with silk sheets, a crackling fireplace, and soft, ambient light. But I barely noticed my surroundings. My entire universe had condensed to the form of Excel Walter. I laid her down on the sheets, her cool, damp skin a stark contrast to the soft fabric. I knelt beside the bed and took my time, exploring her body as a cartographer explores a new continent. I kissed her neck, her collarbones, the valley between her breasts. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as my tongue circled one of her nipples. I took the hardened peak into my mouth, suckling gently at first, then more greedily. She cried out, her back arching, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

"Oh, Kazuya... yes..." she moaned, her composure melting away in the heat of our passion. I moved to her other breast, giving it the same devoted attention. Her big tits were a marvel, so full and heavy in my hands, so exquisitely sensitive to my touch. I lavished them with worship until she was writhing beneath me, begging for more. My kisses trailed lower, over her flat stomach, to the emerald bikini bottom that still clung to her hips. I hooked my fingers into the fabric and slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulled it down her legs, revealing the last of her secrets. Her silver hair was mirrored in a neat, delicate triangle of downy curls at the apex of her thighs. She was perfect.

My tongue traced the line of her inner thigh, making her gasp and shudder. When I finally reached her core, she was already dripping with arousal, her scent a potent, intoxicating perfume. I tasted her, my tongue delving into her wet heat, learning the rhythm of her pleasure. She bucked against my mouth, her cries no longer suppressed. She was a storm of sensation, and I was at its epicenter. She came with a shattered, high-pitched scream, her body convulsing around my tongue. Even after the shudders subsided, I continued, cleaning her with gentle laps, savoring the afterglow of her release.

When I moved up to lie beside her, she pulled me into a fierce embrace. "I never... I never imagined..." she stammered, her voice thick with emotion. I silenced her with another deep kiss. I positioned myself between her legs, my erection thick and throbbing, pressing against her slick entrance. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her eyes locking with mine. There was trust there, and a raw, untamed hunger that matched my own. I pushed into her, and we both groaned at the feeling of being joined. She was hot and tight, her inner walls clenching around me. I began to move, slowly at first, establishing a rhythm. Our lovemaking was not frantic, but deep and powerful, a physical manifestation of the respect and admiration that had long defined our relationship.

As our pace quickened, our bodies slick with sweat, Excel looked at me with an intensity that pierced my soul. "Kazuya," she panted, her voice strained with pleasure. "There is... another way. A way to be even closer. If you trust me." My mind raced, trying to understand, but then her hand moved, guiding my hip, shifting her own body slightly. My erection slid from her, and for a moment I was confused, but then she guided the head of my cock to the small, tight pucker nestled between the globes of her perfect ass.

My eyes widened. Anal. The thought was shocking, illicit, and incredibly arousing. That she would offer me such a thing, a sign of such absolute trust and submission, was the most profound gift. "Excel... are you sure?" I whispered, my voice hoarse. She nodded, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "I want all of you, my king. I want to feel you completely." I used the wetness from her cunt to slick my cock and her entrance, preparing her carefully. I pushed gently, testing her. She was incredibly tight, but she took a deep breath and relaxed, her body accepting me inch by agonizing inch. The feeling was electric, a friction and pressure unlike anything I had ever known. Her gasp was one of pain and pleasure mixed, a potent sound that drove me wild. Once I was fully seated inside her, we both held still, acclimating to the intense sensation. I leaned down and kissed her, a long, deep kiss, as I began to move. My thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one a testament to my worship of her. She began to moan, a low, guttural sound from deep in her throat, her hips meeting my thrusts. The pleasure was overwhelming, a raw, primal connection that transcended the physical. She was mine in a way no woman had ever been before.

My climax was building, a tidal wave of pressure that I couldn't hold back. I pulled out of her tight passage, her soft cry of protest echoing in the room, and quickly repositioned myself between her legs. I plunged back into her wet, welcoming cunt, the familiar heat a comforting haven. "Excel, I'm going to..." I grunted, unable to form a complete sentence. Her eyes widened, her hands gripping my back. "Inside me, Kazuya," she pleaded, her voice raw with need. "Please... fill me." Her words shattered the last of my restraint. With a final, desperate thrust, I drove deep inside her and erupted. My release was explosive, my seed flooding her womb in hot, thick waves. I groaned her name over and over as my orgasm wracked my body. It was more than just a physical act; it was a branding, a promise, a creampie that sealed our new bond. I had given a part of myself to her, marking her as mine, just as she had marked me.

I collapsed on top of her, my body spent, my heart pounding like a war drum. We lay like that for a long time, tangled in the sheets and in each other, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I finally rolled to the side, pulling her against my chest. I brushed the damp silver strands of hair from her face. She looked peaceful, satiated, and more beautiful than ever. "Excel," I whispered into her hair. She hummed in response, snuggling closer. "Thank you."

She tilted her head back to look at me, a soft, genuine smile on her lips. "No, my king," she corrected me gently. "Thank you. For seeing the woman, and not just the duchess." In the quiet intimacy of the room, far from the politics and pressures of How A Realist Hero Rebuilt The Kingdom, we were no longer king and subject. We were just Kazuya and Excel, a man and a woman who had found a profound and passionate connection in the heart of the kingdom they both sought to protect. And as I held her, I knew this was not an end, but the beginning of a bond that would strengthen us both, and in turn, strengthen the very realm we served.