I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 20

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“There, there. There’s no need to be afraid. The Ritual of Purification is a sacred act. If you can endure a moment of pain and shame, true peace will find you.”

A strange madness flickered in his shadowed, downcast eyes. His followers would never know the true face hidden behind that devout mask.

Ruasil gently brushed the hair from my cheek and tucked it behind my ear. His touch trailed down my neckline. He meticulously gathered the long hair covering my body and draped it behind my back, as if he needed to confirm something.

The more he touched me, the darker his eyes became. The clear, shining blue vanished, leaving only a murky swamp beneath his eyelids. He pressed his thumb firmly against the nape of my neck.

“The marks of lust, I see.”

“…!”

I couldn’t deny it. It had only been a day since Kallist had savagely bitten and gnawed at my neck; the red tooth marks were still fresh everywhere. Ruasil’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He questioned me as if scolding a child.

“Princess, what is the meaning of this? How dare you bear the marks of Kinamun worship while confined in this remote place? Did you lay with Kinamun himself, who slipped in hiding under the moonlight?”

“Ghlk, mph!”

It wasn’t entirely wrong. It wasn’t Kinamun, but someone did visit me on moonlit nights.

Ruasil didn’t seem interested in hearing my explanation anyway. The fact that he didn’t remove my gag was proof enough. His fingers, which had been kneading my neck, crawled spider-like toward the swell of my chest. The ribbon of my negligee, caught on the spider’s leg, came undone with a whisper. My pale, full b*****s were exposed completely to the strange man.

“My, my. This is disgraceful.”

My b****t was fully grasped by his bare hand. With his gloved hand, he counted the marks left on my chest. One, two, three… nineteen. There were nearly twenty bite marks on my b*****s alone. The soft smile vanished from Ruasil’s lips as he counted. There was no black crescent-shaped scar—the symbol of the evil god Kinamun—but this was troubling enough.

“Princess, it seems the purification will not be easy. I had no idea the power stirring your lust was this strong. Just how many men have defiled you already? No wonder Erios is angered.”

He tore off his left glove and threw it aside. Rip. He tore my nightgown open down to my sternum. A chilly breeze swept over my lower chest. A frightened breath caught in my throat. My fully exposed n*****s stiffened, brushed by the air. He tapped the hardened peak with his index finger. A slick shiver of pleasure shot to my waist.

“To have such a sensitive body… this is a problem. To welcome a man’s touch so eagerly…”

“Mmph…”

“It seems you require training, Princess. Training in resisting pleasure.”

His flawless white hand gently cupped my b****t. The way his four fingers supported the underside while his index finger toyed with my n****e was unbearably lewd. Shhh, shhh—with each flicking, up-and-down motion of his fingers, my hips floated off the bed and my mind went blank. A faint moan leaked from my throat. A mischievous smile played on Ruasil’s lips.

“You mustn’t do this,” his cunning voice whispered silkily. “Don’t feel it. Lust is a sin.”

“Mmmgh…”

“Even if you feel stronger sensations, you must reject the pleasure.”

The movement of his fingers grew faster and rougher. My heated breath warmed the gag. The more he told me to resist, the more intense the pleasure seemed to become.

“Ha, it seems a body tainted by Kinamun cannot be helped. It would be best for you to receive the High Priest’s energy directly.”

Ruasil’s crimson tongue slipped past his lips. Like a snake, his long, pointed tongue probed and flicked at my hardened n****e before his soft lips enveloped it, sucking it inside. The way he nibbled, tasted, and sucked with an insistent rhythm was extraordinary. My hips bucked uncontrollably, and my eyelids fluttered. The more intense my reactions became, the more obsessively he tormented my n****e. The wet, shlurp, shlup sounds lewdly drummed against my ears.

“Hhuup, ngh, hhng.”

After a long while of alternately sucking and playing with both n*****s, he lifted his head with a satisfied expression. The debauched saint’s face showed not a trace of a blush, not a single red mark, as if he wasn’t enjoying himself in the slightest. Yet, the thick bulge tenting the right side of his trousers betrayed his unconcealed excitement. He retrieved a small vial from the untrousered left side.

“Princess, this is holy water I prepared especially for you. I had hoped not to have to use this…”

Pop. The vial’s cap fell into my cleavage. Then, a viscous liquid—far too thick for holy water—streamed down over my n*****s.

“It can’t be helped.”

He spread his palm wide and smoothed the slippery liquid over my skin as if massaging it. Where the ‘holy water’ touched, my flesh grew hot and inflamed. A wicked, chaotic sensation boiled up from the swollen mounds. It was as if my entire b****t had become as sensitive as a n****e. With every stroke of his bare hand, my skin’s sensitivity skyrocketed past any known threshold.

“Ghlmp, mph…! Ssob! Nngh!”