Chapter 55
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The thought that he would soon claim this body stirred an inexplicable thirst. His instincts seemed to scream at him to quench it with her immediately.
Beyond the window next to the bed, the Great Hall glittered gold in the distance, the banquet apparently still in full swing.
Turning his gaze away for a moment, he looked back at her body.
With eyes tightly shut like a dead person’s, her bloodless white skin shone dazzlingly, glimpses of flesh visible through the torn dress. An inexplicable sense of satisfaction washed over him.
“I’d like to preserve you like this forever, my lady.”
Uttering words she wouldn’t hear, he traced her smooth body with his finger. The sensation of soft skin under his fingertips made his own hand feel strangely ticklish.
His hand traveled down to her navel before withdrawing. He pressed his finger against her sealed lips. Prying them slightly open, he inserted his finger, revealing a neat row of teeth inside.
Pushing deeper to force her mouth open, the Crown Prince pressed his lips to hers to quench his thirst.
Sliding his tongue into the soft interior of her mouth, he slowly wrapped it around her pliant tongue and sucked.
Even as their saliva mingled, the act felt anything but dirty. He felt he could become addicted.
He sucked for so long her lower lip became swollen and glossy. This slight act of mischief seemed born from his displeasure that she remained unresponsive—her eyes, her mouth, nothing reacting—even though he was the one making her this way.
“It would be nice if you’d open your eyes and show me that despairing expression again…”
Remembering the despair-drenched expression he’d seen earlier, he felt a heat rising in his lower body.
Wondering if he’d always had this preference, he let out a deflated chuckle.
This time, moving his fingers to her secret place, he pulled down her underwear and inserted two fingers inside.
The tightness there seemed to reject him, clamping down as if to expel the foreign intrusion.
Applying more force, he pushed his fingers deeper inside, pressing and prodding slowly from top to bottom.
“Here it is, I see. The place my lady likes. What should I do if it gets this wet just from a little pressure?”
While the rest of her body remained motionless, her interior alone began to grow damp.
Having found her sensitive spot, he pressed down deeply on the slightly protruding part, then rubbed it, repeating the motion. It seemed to swell gradually.
“Ngh… ngh…”
Then, a faint moan escaped her tightly sealed lips, and her hips jerked upwards.
Even unconscious, her senses were sharp. With eyes closed, she let out small, strained sounds.
Slightly excited, the Crown Prince licked her ear and muttered more unheard words in a husky voice.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“Ah…! Ah…!”
Sweeping and thrusting faster than before, her body seemed to tense for a moment, then began to tremble finely all over.
He could feel his hand becoming drenched.
Pulling his fingers out and shaking off the moisture, his eyes saw the bedsheet, wet only in a perfect circle around Edith’s lower s*x.
Lifting her still-trembling thigh, the Crown Prince freed himself from his trousers. His member, not yet fully aroused, emerged.
“I’ll have to borrow your hand, my lady.”
He pulled Edith’s hand and made her wrap it around his still-pliant length.
Even not fully hardened, its thickness was such that Edith’s hand couldn’t fully grasp it. The Crown Prince covered her hand and his member with his own and began moving them up and down.
The sensation of her soft hand against him made him increase the force and speed.
Soon fully e***t, he pressed it against her small, drenched entrance. The thought ‘will this even fit?’ proved pointless as it was sucked in, swallowed up.
Whereas before her interior had pushed out the intrusion, now it pulled him in, a dizzying sensation.
Inside, she gripped him so tightly he could hardly move.
The Crown Prince grabbed one of Edith’s ankles and lifted it. Now able to move more easily, he kissed the slender ankle.
“So you can’t run away, I might just put shackles on this ankle later.”
Saying this, he drew his hips back, then thrust forward, driving himself into her.
“Ahh… ngh…”
Her moans grew louder, now to a point where it was questionable if she was still unconscious.
Worried it might be heard outside, he lowered her ankle and covered her mouth with his hand, laughing.
“Seems this is my preference, my lady. Endure it a little, even if it’s stifling.”
With her mouth muffled by his hand, her body swayed with no movement of its own, like a corpse.
Thrusting into her like a child craving sweets, the more he drove into her, the more his thirst was quenched, filling him with satisfaction.
“You are mine, my lady. Haa, my only Saintess is you.”
“Mmph… ngh…!”
The thought of freely exploring this body and sating his power made his eyes gleam with pleasure.
His hips moved with a lack of restraint—slowly withdrawing, then thrusting back in rapidly, repeating the motion. Even amidst this, he desired to leave his mark everywhere on her.
White bite marks and vivid red bruises, so deep they looked like they’d bruise, were scattered across her pale body, showing how hard he had bitten.
Feeling close to release, he swiftly pulled out his member, knelt up, and grabbed her hair to lift her head.
With his other hand, he stroked himself rapidly.
“Ngh…! Haa…!”
White s***n surged out, splattering stickily across the unconscious Edith’s face.
Somehow unsatisfied, the Crown Prince used his finger to gather the s***n splattered near her mouth and pushed it inside.
The thought of putting his essence inside her finally brought him a sense of satisfaction. The lewd sight made him harden again.
“No matter how many times I take you, I won’t get tired. You’re mine now, my lady. I’ll fill you for the rest of your life.”
Wearing a tender expression with a deep smile, he left her face covered in s***n and aligned himself with her entrance once more.
He took her until dawn. With Edith’s body smeared in s***n everywhere, he had a maid wash her and then moved her to his own bedroom.
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He shackled her ankles and, without a shred of concern for the unconscious girl, violated her at will for days.
Even this morning, after sating himself on Edith’s body and leaving the office feeling more refreshed than ever, the Crown Prince wondered if this insatiable satisfaction he felt was another facet of her power.
No, laughing at himself, he mused that his uncharacteristic obsession with her might mean he was already being swept up in her aura of misfortune. Mid-thought, his aide knocked and entered.
“Your Highness, there’s been a fire at a mansion on the outskirts of the capital.”
“Any damage to the surroundings?”
“That’s the thing. There’s a forest nearby, but it’s not catching fire. Only the mansion itself is burning.”
“I see. So why report it?”
“I reported it because the mansion belongs to Viscountcy Moulton, which you’ve been paying attention to lately.”
Responding nonchalantly while signing a document, the Crown Prince stopped his work upon hearing the aide’s words.
‘Viscountcy Moulton?’
A burning viscountcy mansion? A sudden, uneasy feeling swallowed his thoughts.
His instincts were usually sharp. He rose from his chair and headed to his bedchamber.
He’d shackled her feet so she couldn’t escape. He’d even summoned a mage to cast a sound-blocking spell so no one could hear.
She shouldn’t have been able to escape or call for help. Yet an anxious feeling kept hastening his steps.
With a ‘surely not’ thought, the Crown Prince, walking quickly, opened the bedroom door. A late summer wind swept past him and out through the open door.
Before his eyes lay a bed and a window frame mangled by wind and scattered fragments. Only a large hole remained where the window had been.
Seeing the hole, he felt his clenched fist tighten.
The Crown Prince twisted one corner of his mouth upward, sneering at the thought of her desperately fleeing, and murmured.
“Did you think running away would mean I couldn’t find you, my lady…? Wait. I’ll find you soon enough.”
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