I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 22

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His tongue, more cunning than a snake’s, returned to my chest. With both hands, he stimulated my b*****s and my s*x separately, while his tongue licked and pressed down on my areola as if tormenting it. The way his tongue moved, teasingly close yet never quite touching my n****e, kept me on edge. Below, where the fake member stimulated me with slow, deliberate movements, moisture was endlessly leaking. My reason was evaporating, leaving only my animal instincts. I had become a lustful slave, faithful to the desires Kinamun cherished.

Soon, the hands that were teasing me moved faster, and his moist lips enveloped my n****e. A pleasure that felt like it was tearing my entire body apart washed over me like a tidal wave. I was helplessly submerged in the waves of ecstasy, flailing. There was no escape.

“Hh, ughh, uhh…”

How long did that climax last? My vision was blurry, filled entirely with the face of the man more beautiful than a god. He was staring down intently at my utterly disheveled face. It was a face that made you want to renounce Erios on the spot and leap into the abyss of depravity. Had the Sun God seen this, he would have surely lamented in despair. Unfortunately, from the moment he laid hands on me, I had long since become a child of Kinamun.

“You are a temptation, Princess.”

His heated voice brushed against my ear. A warm breath swept across my cheek.

“The aura of Kinamun flowing from your depraved womb is so fierce that a standard Ritual of Purification would be utterly useless in cleansing your soul.”

He sighed and unfastened his trousers. A p***s, more perfect in shape than any sculpture, sprang free from his waistband. A drop of white fluid fell from the tip, slightly reddened. It was too opaque to be pre-ejaculatory fluid.

“Mm, mmm…”

“Allow me, High Priest Ruasil, to bestow my blessing upon you directly.”

The phallic model that had been filling my v****a slipped out, and a far thicker tip touched my entrance. My sticky vaginal opening sucked in the real p***s as if swallowing it whole. The invading shaft slid swiftly into the very root.

“Hah.”

The flawless, divine face twisted for the first time. Ruasil bit his lower lip, unable to move after driving his c**k inside. But the member buried deep in my v****a willfully grew in size and e********d with the force of a powerful stream. As the high-pressure jet hit my cervix, the area below my navel quivered and an unfamiliar o****m washed over me.

“Mmm, gk, hrgk.”

Even though he’d only e********d once, my lower belly felt bloated, as if my womb were full of his seed. I could feel a sloshing pool of liquid between the tip of his glans and my cervix. He began moving his hips slowly, as if pushing the thick fluid around. Each time the smooth pillar of fire grazed my vaginal walls, scorched moans burst into the air. Whether it was the effect of the holy water or not, even the slightest friction brought a stimulation akin to pain.

But it seemed I wasn’t the only one struggling to handle the pleasure. A storm brewed in his watery blue eyes. A droplet of crimson blood welled on his bitten lower lip. The holy man had stopped his sermon, frantically pistoning his hips without a thought. It seems that while their mouths say they despise me, their bodies are honest. Men are just so incapable of being straightforward.

Squelch, squelch. The lewd sound of wetness repeated, growing distant then near again. Lost in a haze of pleasure, I eventually lost consciousness.

***

“Hhuuk, ugk, ugh…”

Pitiful moans escaped from lips forced around the gag. Tears welled incessantly in her peach-blossom eyes. She was so exquisitely beautiful that even he, a manifestation of a god, had to marvel; hers was a fragile face that incited his innate sadism. Even her expression, twisted unbecomingly by unbearable pleasure, was the same.

Ruasil suddenly thought,

‘I hadn’t planned on this…’

Realizing he had been bewitched by the evil god Kinamun, he let out a sigh of lament. He never intended to fall this far, but now there was no turning back. The memory of how he had crossed the line was hazy. By the time he came to his senses, he had already buried his c**k inside her lewd hole.

Despite his confused mind, his body didn’t stop its movements. Squelch. With a lewd, wet sound, his pinkish c**k disappeared into the woman’s pale flesh and then reemerged, glistening. Just watching the process of his own thrusting made his head feel dazed. He simply couldn’t pull himself away from her. Their skin clung together tenaciously, refusing to separate.

The thicker his greed for her grew, the more his love for the god plummeted. It was such a shocking first experience that he wouldn’t have cared if the world around him had turned upside down.

Of course, this wasn’t his first time having s*x. He had performed the ritual of union with countless children of God, too many to count. But this was his first time falling into the corruption of mingling with a heathen. As he thrust his c**k in relentlessly, he admitted his apostasy. If this was corruption, then corruption was right. The doctrines and truths he had believed in were overturned in an instant. The eyes of the faithless believer had rolled back.