I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 16

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He teased my n****e while pounding into me from below. Thump, thud. The moment he hit that precise spot, stars literally exploded before my eyes. Seeing my reaction, he thrust deep into the same angle.

“When are you going to let me drink your milk?”

“Ahhk!”

“Why isn’t there any milk yet? You’re just shaking these tits around.”

“Ah!”

“Has all the water gone down below, huh?”

He firmly adjusted his grip on my hips and began plunging into me with violent intensity. Squelch, squelch, squelch. With every thrust, fluid splattered everywhere as if a juicy fruit was being burst open. My climax was crushed without mercy, and the overwhelming sensation rushed over me instantly. Trying to hold back was useless. My desperate hands clawed at his rock-hard arms, already covered in scratches I’d left behind. Even as I trembled and curled into myself, he didn’t stop his relentless rhythm, only driving into me more fervently, as if urging me toward the peak.

“Ahh, please, st-stop, ah, ahh!”

“Damn it, Princess, stop pretending. You’re ruining the fun. You’re f*****g biting down on my d**k like crazy.”

“Ghk, ughh…”

The fierce thrusts pushed me back until the crown of my head hit the bed’s headboard. Still buried inside me, he dragged me down and flipped me over. It seemed he was determined to torment me properly in his favorite position.

His massive frame enveloped my lower half, pressing down. My slender back was crushed beneath the solid weight of his torso. I turned my head to the side, desperately securing a sliver of space to breathe. Last time, with my face smashed into the bedsheets, I’d nearly passed out from lack of air.

His right hand pinned the back of my head firmly while his left cupped and lifted my hips. Having perfectly secured me, he began to move his waist with small, precise thrusts. His thick member pushed in slowly, teasing my sensitive folds in a maddening way. My hypersensitive inner walls screamed, shuddering with sharp, piercing pleasure. It was more intense than any rapid pounding.

“Ngh… uh… ahh…”

“When you feel this good, it makes me think your other holes must be tasteless in comparison.”

He pressed down just below my navel, as if gauging exactly where his c**k was buried. A deep, throbbing pleasure spread where his hand and his shaft met. Rubbing my lower belly, he began thrusting in short, sharp movements, as if trying to sever the very root of the pleasure he’d buried deep inside me. Thump, thump, thump, thump—each thrust targeted that peak of sensation with brutal accuracy, making my limbs twitch as if in a seizure. Trapped helplessly beneath him, I had no choice but to endure the raw, unfiltered pleasure that soared past my limits.

“Ah, ah, AH! Aaah!”

A merciless o****m washed over me, my consciousness flickering out and then back. Lightning bolts flashed behind my eyelids, my back arching and collapsing of its own accord. As if he’d been waiting only for my climax, a satisfied smile touched his voice near my ear. Then, before the convulsions had even subsided, he ruthlessly drove his c**k back into my quivering core. A sadistic, overwhelming o****m tore a sob from my throat, wracking my body with tremors all the way to my toes. He entangled my legs with his, pinning me completely, and continued to plunge his pulsing, seed-spilling length into me without end.

“Since we’ve done it once today, that leaves nine more to go.”

It was the beginning of a long, relentless night.

***

“I won’t be around for about a week, so keep that hole in good condition. If I find out you’ve spread your legs for another bastard, you’re really dead.”

Kallist tormented me until late in the morning, only letting me go after he’d finished at least ten times. I lost count of how many times I blacked out in between. Every time I came to, he was pounding into me hard, or slow, or from behind, or pinning me down, or lifting me up, or holding me in his lap. The point is, his c**k wasn’t outside my hole for a single second.

Utterly exhausted, I collapsed and managed a weak nod. He wasn’t coming for a whole week? To the current me, that was fantastic news.

‘Ah, right. In the original story, there was a time when Kallist, who had been visiting constantly, was absent.’

And it was precisely during that period that Ruasil came to find Sylvia.

Ruasil’s reason for seeking me out was to ‘purify’ a heretic, but of course, that surface reason was just an excuse.

Well, in the original novel, there was that line about ‘Sylvia’s body having been consecrated to the Moon God Kinamun,’ and after Roang fell, the priests captured and brought to Valencha had made that ominous statement, ‘The Moon God Kinamun will work through the princess’s body.’ So, from the High Priest’s perspective, it made sense to be wary.

But since not a single fantasy element involving gods or anything like that actually appeared in the original story, I decided to push aside any complicated thoughts. My plan was simple: to just enjoy my cozy confinement.