I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 10

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‘Wow, what is this?’

Thump. Thump. With each powerful thrust, stars exploded behind her eyes. Her s*x felt scalding hot, as if on fire. Because she had been wet from the moment Kallist entered the bedroom, she was spared the pain of being torn… but honestly, the discomfort was greater than the pleasure at first.

When he had been teasing her with just his fingers, she had wished he would just put it in already. But the reality of him was beyond anything she could have imagined. It was like a hot, thick iron rod plunging all the way up to her core. The sensation of her insides being crushed brought involuntary tears to her eyes and made her limbs flail uncontrollably. She was, without a doubt, a fish speared by a harpoon.

“Hhuup, ah, ugh… I’m going to burst… ahhk.”

It was a truly merciless first experience. Other women might only feel pain in such a coercive situation, but fortunately, Sylvia was different. From the time she had her first period, the princess of the Kingdom of Roang had been forced to take a mysterious medicine created by the priests of Kinamun each month.

Sylvia believed it was for menstrual cramps, but it was actually designed for noblewomen who had difficulty reaching climax with their husbands—a d**g to heighten s****l sensation. On top of that, it also fortified the v****a to prevent injury, even in abnormal situations. Sylvia would spend her life unaware of the truth, cursing her own body for being excessively, shamefully responsive.

He wasn’t even touching the typical erogenous zones like her n*****s or c**t, yet her body was growing unbearably sensitive, teetering on the edge of climax. The thick shaft filling her lower abdomen pistoned in and out of her narrow passage erratically. Without any conscious effort on her part, her inner walls would part slightly to welcome him in as he pushed forward, only to cling and tighten as if trying to hold him back when he pulled out. Kallist, who had been lost in the rhythm of his thrusts, furrowed his brow tightly.

“Ha, damn, why is it clinging so tight? Relax a little. Are you trying to crush my c**k?”

“I… I can’t… hhuu.”

Far from relaxing the muscles there, she couldn’t even control her body. Overwhelmed by the direct, pounding pleasure radiating from below her navel, her limbs trembled as if in convulsions. Saliva she couldn’t swallow dripped from her mouth, soaking her hair. A flood gushed from every hole in her body. It felt like she was about to lose control completely, in the most undignified way.

“Ugh, uhhuk, too… too fast. Ah, no!”

But true to his selfish nature, Kallist had no intention of accommodating her pleas. The more she whined about the speed, the faster and more ruthless his thrusts became. Squelch, squelch, squelch! The wet friction of their joining sent fluids splattering across her stomach and thighs. It was impossible to tell whose it was. The man’s eyes were completely glazed over.

He gripped her bucking hips with both hands and drove into her with brutal, punishing force. He was like a beast, having shed all reason and given in entirely to instinct. Even a stallion in heat wouldn’t mount a mare this wildly. It was a technique devoid of any finesse or consideration, and yet, that very rawness made it all the more thrilling.

His member, pistoning in and out of her heated depths, seemed to swell even larger inside her. He drove himself deep, as if trying to bury his very balls within her, and began a rapid, shallow thrusting of his hips. As that sensitive peak was ruthlessly battered, a bestial moan tore from my lips—it was utterly involuntary. A twisted smirk curled one corner of his mouth as he drove me further with this extreme stimulation.

“F**k, you’re so lewd. It’s a f*****g flood down here.”

“Huh… i-it’s… strange.”

The pressure against my bladder was intense. With every inward thrust, a clear fluid spurted from my u*****a, squirt, squirt, as if I were leaking urine. It was the sign of a female climax. Trying to hold it back was useless. The c**k filling me was too big, stretching me to my limit. He watched the fountain gushing intermittently from my s*x, then pressed down on my c**t, rubbing and prodding it with his finger.

“Don’t just dribble. Squirt it all out nice and hard.”

“Ah, ah, ah, no, please, stop…!”

In time with his rapidly working fingers, warm liquid shot up in sharp jets, squirt, squirt, squirt. As if that wasn’t enough for him, he persistently drove his c**k upwards. The inside of my c**t tingled, and my mind went blank white. After a moment of peak sensation, my ears rang, and a beat later, I heard the sound of a gushing stream—splash! My first experience, and I’d become a fountain. My coarse pubic hair was soaked, making a sticky, squelching noise with every impact.