I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 11

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His excited breathing grew ragged. His irregular thrusts gained speed like a final sprint. He showed no mercy to my climax, his skill at ruthlessly tormenting my sensitized, swollen peak was unmatched. It felt like he was determined to wring out every last drop from my bladder. A shallow stream flowed down incessantly, trickle, drip.

“You like getting f****d while you piss, huh? Must feel good, you keep leaking.”

“N-no… ngh… stop.”

“‘No’ my a*s. Don’t tell me you can’t feel your p***y convulsing.”

He didn’t stop, even as he spurted his milky seed into my still-quivering walls. I thought men’s bodies tensed up and they needed a brief rest after climax, but this bastard knew no such thing. His specialty was f*****g relentlessly, coming over and over until his own stamina ran out. He gave me no time to savor the aftershocks, working his c**k without mercy.

“I c-can’t… ah… anymore…”

“What else would I expect from a Princess? So dishonest. How are you going to get pregnant like this?”

“Ooh, ngh, ahhh…”

“Lift your hips higher, don’t let a drop of my c*m spill. I’m going to fill your womb until it overflows.”

He hoisted my lower half into the air and began to move his hips with a slow, deliberate rhythm, as if intent on seeding my very womb. Finally able to catch my breath, I took the chance to admire the unrealistically handsome man above me. The first thing that entered my field of vision was the sharp, distinct lines of his abdominal muscles. Below the subtly asymmetrical ridges, thick, prominent veins trailed down from his pelvis toward his g***n.

I’d thought only his face was sinful, but his body was even more so. Muscles forged from wielding blades on the battlefield, they felt like solid stone even without touching them. Each time his well-built b******s crashed against his own thighs, it produced a sound like a heavy impact. When I tentatively moved a stinging hand toward my own backside, he grabbed my wrist and pulled my upper body upright.

“Ghk.”

“Don’t let go. Clamp down tight.”

Unconsciously, my inner walls clenched tightly around his invading member. The corner of his mouth tilted up in a slant. Now seated on his thighs, impaled in this position, Kallist’s ruthless face was close enough to feel his breath.

Undisguised, intense pleasure glittered in his eyes. Along with a deep, writhing obsession that was already beginning to take root.

As I stared blankly into his eyes, he gazed intently back at me, as if looking at his own reflection in my pupils. All the while, his c**k continued to thoroughly taste my inner depths. Thump, thump, thump, thump—with each change of angle, my sensitized, battered walls gushed forth nectar as if weeping, drawing closer to climax. My vision began to blur. Gasp, sob… Short breaths escaped me as my throat kept falling back.

He supported my lower back with one hand and gripped the nape of my neck with the other. His eyes, persistently probing my hazy, fading gaze, finally released a heavy groan, as if expelling the heat that had risen to his throat.

“Hoo…”

“Ah… Mmm…”

“Stick out your tongue.”

Before I could react, he grabbed my jaw with his left hand, forcing my mouth open. His thick tongue pushed past my teeth, entwining with mine as if trying to pull it out. He sucked greedily at my mucous membranes, stealing my breath with an inhalant force. His cheeks hollowed, and my breathing became an uneven pant. Pleasure surged, causing my core to twitch and clench uncontrollably. Even his kiss was far from gentle.

Following the first s*x, the sensation of this first kiss was equally intense. He explored every crevice, from the roof of my mouth to the root of my tongue, while ruthlessly ravaging me below. It truly felt like being devoured by a beast. Trapped against his solid body, unable to move, I was helpless against the torrent of pleasure. My intoxicated breaths, the tremors at my cervix—everything was swallowed by him. In this moment, I was completely and utterly his.

He chewed on his own soft lips for a moment before seeking out another softness with his mouth. He bit her cheek, his mouth open wide, then trailed a line of marks down her neck. From light, teasing nips to deep, nearly-breaking-the-skin bites, her white skin was soon densely covered with red traces. Finding the tender flesh hidden beneath her rounded shoulder, he sucked greedily on the soft skin of her inner arm. Though it wasn’t an erogenous zone, a shriek burst from her as if her n****e were being sucked. Her hips bucked so wildly on their own that he didn’t even need to move.

“You’ve been saving this lewd body for me, huh?” he grunted.

“Ah, ahh!”

“They said women from Roang are good lays. Turns out it’s true. You’re f*****g insane—so tight I can barely move, damn it.”

“Hah…”

“If you ever spread your legs for anyone else,” he hissed, pointing a finger at the space above the bed with a vicious grin, “I’ll hang his head right here.”

His red eyes bore into her, insistently demanding an answer. He forced her jaw open, twisting it as if to verify.

“Answer me.”

“Y-Yes…”

“You’re only ever going to be filled by my c**k.”