I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 36

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However, since Zeke was the one closest to me, capable of either protecting or threatening me, it was unwise to let him continue to harbor hatred. It was better to play the part of the kind Sylvia and somehow soothe his anger.

‘…Incredible.’

Just from me holding his hand, Zeke had already grown fully e***t. It seemed he had no intention of hiding his desires anymore. With both c***s rising at once, the front of his trousers swelled as if about to burst, their volume more reminiscent of a pair of concealed serpents than mere g******s.

‘So, pitying me and applying medicine is one thing, and being in heat is another, I see.’

I reached out with my hand that was clutching the blanket and moved it toward his center. He noticed the trajectory of my fingertips and stepped back, but it was only a single step.

My hand touched his fiercely throbbing center. Since I wasn’t touching the lower part, it felt like a typical male member—though its size and thickness were anything but typical. Groping downward, my hand found the second shaft. I spread my fingers, barely managing to grasp the two c***s that were too large for one hand to hold. He let out a blunt, stifled breath, as if enduring the sensation.

“Did my father… do this to you?”

It wasn’t a question I expected an answer to, but surprisingly, Zeke readily replied.

“The Elders of Kinamun cast the curse, but it was your father who gave the order.”

“So that’s why you resented me.”

“…….”

This time, silence followed. A somewhat sorrowful silence.

Perhaps, in the original story, unable to control the tangled mess of resentment and desire he felt toward Sylvia, he expressed it in a twisted form—sleep-creeping. I’m not trying to rationalize his paraphilia, just forming a hypothesis.

I looked up at his eyes, shadowed in the darkness, and carefully moved my lips.

“Let me… at least be allowed to beg for your forgiveness.”

A sharp, scoffing laugh leaked from Zeke’s tightly pressed lips. Undeterred, I spoke again.

“You can do whatever you want to me until your anger subsides.”

The member beneath my palm pulsed violently, as if it were a second heart. His neatly aligned eyebrows twitched fiercely.

“Princess.”

“Yes.”

“You will regret saying that.”

He grabbed me by the head and threw me back onto the bed. My face buried into the soft duvet. The sound of a belt buckle unfastening, and then an iron-hard member was driven into the hole already soaked with another man’s seed.

“Guhk-!”

They said the phallus of a man cursed by Kinamun was far harder and hotter than that of a normal man. It felt like a red-hot iron rod was being shoved into my core, heavy and scalding. It seemed my inner walls weren’t just stretching, but being crushed.

I thought I’d grown accustomed to taking large members, but that was my own arrogant delusion. Even though only one had entered, I couldn’t even move my toes. I felt that if I moved even slightly wrong, my body would break. As I trembled from a physiological fear, he grabbed the back of my head and lifted it. A voice blazing with anger tickled my ear.

“Ha. Shaking like this, and you talk about ‘until my anger subsides’?”

His tone was pure mockery.

As my upper body was forcibly raised, the inside of my lower abdomen grew hot and inflamed. A pleasure entirely different from when the holy water was poured began to creep through me. Even though he was just holding still, a deep, resonant pleasure spread through me as if a vibration were echoing.

“Ngh, Hnngh…”

A guttural laugh, like a scornful sneer, washed over my ear. He dumped my face back onto the bed and grabbed my gel-smeared b******s.

And then—

“Keep your word.”

With that warning, thud, he slammed into me as if swinging his c**k. While his upper member scraped against my vaginal walls, driving straight into my deepest spot, his lower member rubbed roughly against my sensitively swollen c******s. A pleasure like a lightning strike made my upper body convulse.

He pressed down on my back with his chest and bound my limbs with his own, preventing me from moving. With my hips raised high, I was utterly trapped, being mercilessly crushed by his ruthless, massive member.

Thump, thump, thump, thump! With every powerful, rhythmic impact at the point of joining, my hands and feet flailed uncontrollably. From my gaping mouth spilled panting moans, “Hah-hah…” like a heat-stricken dog. A hot surge rose from below my navel, making it impossible to keep my mouth closed. Physiological tears welled in my red-hot eyes. My head felt like it would explode from the overwhelming heat.

“A-hkeu-eu-euk, hhk, heuhk!”

Even as my whole body convulsed and I lost all control, he never stopped his thrusts. Squeak. He would pull out until the head caught at the entrance, then thwack!—drive himself back in all the way to the spot below my navel in one brutal stroke. My c**t, ground and crushed against his hot pillar of flesh, twitched spasmodically. Sadistic pleasure slammed into me, over and over. I felt like I was melting. I couldn’t control a single cell of my body.