I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 40

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The morning was well underway when I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was my own hair, a shimmering cascade of gold catching the sunlight, and I immediately frowned. It was literally blinding. Ruasil’s honeyed voice then stirred me from my slumber, sounding like a choir of angels.

“You’ve finally awoken.”

“Y-Your Holiness…?”

I tried to sit up in bed, but my arms were tied behind my back, throwing off my balance and sending me tumbling sideways. A quick glance down confirmed my ankles were also bound together, quite companionably. Ruasil gently furrowed his brow, the corners of his mouth curling up.

It was a perfectly insane smile, one that truly lived up to his nickname—the pretty lunatic.

But the feeling of something being out of place wasn’t just in my limbs. A dull, lingering sensation throbbed from a hole that wasn’t the one nestled between my b******s. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it felt… strange.

Ruasil sat on the edge of the bed and softly caressed my pale b*****k. His white fingers slid into the crevice. His lecherous smile deepened.

“Endure it. This is the path to becoming a true Child of Erios.”

His fingertips brushed over the folds of my perineum. The opening that should have been tightly shut was now gaping wide enough to easily admit two fingers. As he pushed his fingertip inside, it slid into my a**s without any resistance.

“B-But… that place is…”

“Shhh. Unless you wish for the gag again, I suggest you refrain from questions.”

He pushed another finger inside my perineum, fishing out an object that was causing the strange sensation deep within. A moist, gel-like mass slid out along the intestinal wall. Ruasil placed the object that had come from my backside onto his palm and held it before my eyes. It was a white, round orb that gave off no scent.

His eyes, shining like sacred jewels, curved into a sly grin.

“This is a Sacred Relic of Erios.”

“Wha…?”

I pretended to be surprised, but I had known about the relic’s existence all along. It was an item Ruasil used when he was thoroughly training Sylvia.

A ‘Sacred Relic’ used by the priests of the Erios faith to cleanse, strengthen, and enhance the pleasure felt in the back passage when bestowing the blessing between siblings. As absurd as it was, it was an item refined over hundreds of years, and its effectiveness was undeniable.

After Sylvia had gotten a taste of that relic, she felt a pleasure from being taken from behind that was even more intense than from the front.

Ruasil moved his deceitful lips in a disgusting manner.

“Purifying your v***a, which was dedicated to Kinamun, will take a long time. Therefore, offering a new gate for Erios seems to be the only path for you to become his Child.”

A shiver ran down my spine. It was from the anticipation of a new kind of pleasure. But I clenched my teeth and shook my trembling head from side to side.

“N-No, please…”

“What an impious sister you are. To refuse to offer your body to a god.”

His two fingers pushed back into my puckered entrance, twisting gently. A deep, pleasant sensation spread with the movement of his fingertips stroking the inner walls. While not as sensitive as my well-trained vaginal canal, it was a novel sensation to be enjoyed.

I didn’t particularly mind taking him in my rear passage instead of my s*x. The divine artifact ensured there was no risk of injury, and it wasn’t unclean, which made it easier. But wearing the innocent princess’s skin, I faithfully played the part of Sylvia.

“Please, stop… Th-This is… strange.”

“It is not strange. You will soon learn that the power of Erios is greater than that of Kinamun.”

He wedged his ring finger, which had been teasing my perineum, into my a**s and wiggled his fingers toward the vaginal wall. A tingling heat spread where his fingertips tapped. Just as I thought how good it would feel to be scraped by a thick member, he lowered his trousers, revealing a perfectly sculpted, yet viciously sized, phallus.

“Ah…”

Its shape was beautiful, but its size was monstrous. It was still too much for my back hole, which could barely take three fingers. It was even more so with my ankles tied together, my legs bound.

But the lecherous High Priest seemed to have a plan. He withdrew his fingers from my a**s and untied the knot binding my hands. Just as I wondered why he freed my hands and not my feet, he laid me on my back. Then, he folded my neatly gathered legs and pressed them against my chest. My flexible body curled into a ball like a pill bug.

“Hold the back of your thighs with both hands.”

Finally, I understood his intention. He meant to bind me in the optimal position to take his member from behind. Sure enough, the moment I placed my hands behind my thighs, my wrists were bound, locking me in a position with my arms wrapped around my legs. I was left exposed to him, presenting only my s*x and a**s.

His face descended beneath my pale legs. He kissed the back of my hand, then trailed light kisses down, mwah, mwah, over my b******s. His gestures were so holy, as if he were truly bestowing a blessing.