I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 41

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His soft lips gently sucked my swollen c******s, sending a slick shiver through me. He prodded the slit with the tip of his tongue, then pursed his lips and sucked, drawing the stiff nub in. The pleasure of suction and the raw sensation of my erogenous zone being prodded and assaulted me simultaneously. I hadn’t even been penetrated yet, but a violent sense of climax crashed over me.

“Hhaaang, haaht…!”

My hole clenched and fluttered in time with the tremors deep inside my lower belly. And it wasn’t just my p***y. The a**s below it also dripped a slick fluid like love juice, gaping as if begging for his c**k. Ruasil continued his suction without pause, even through my convulsions, and drove his fingers deep into my a**s.

One finger, two, then three, and finally a fourth. All four fingers, excluding the thumb, were thrust deep into my a**s. The back of his hand churned densely against the inner walls. I could only lie there, my body stiffening, wholly accepting the unfamiliar sensations pulsing from that virgin passage. My eyelids fluttered violently, and my teeth clenched tight.

“Ah, aahhh… Hngk.”

The inner walls there weren’t as densely packed with nerve endings as a vaginal wall, but the sheer bliss radiating from certain spots was intoxicatingly electric. Women don’t have a prostate, so this sensation shouldn’t be possible; it seemed this sacred relic was undoubtedly the cause.

Unfortunately, my peak of sensitivity seemed to lie just a bit higher than where his fingers could easily reach. Every time his fingertips brushed firmly against that cluster of nerves, my back would arch and tremble of its own accord. But it wasn’t enough. It was maddening; I felt like I was going to lose my mind.

Even as he tormented me with his hand, he never neglected my s*x. He would clamp my c**t between his teeth and roll it, then bury his tongue deep into my p***y, greedily sucking up my nectar. Being assaulted by his tongue on my vaginal walls and his fingers in my a**s, I was utterly helpless, writhing and letting out sharp, strangled cries. When it came to such depraved perversion, no one could hold a candle to Ruasil.

“What a truly insatiable hole, blessed by Kinamun. Shall we see if Kinamun’s hole swallows fingers better, or if Erios’s hole is more greedy?” he murmured, spouting incomprehensible nonsense.

He drove four fingers equally into my p***y and began to move them in a rippling motion. I could feel the movement of the fingers buried in both holes through the thin barrier of flesh separating them. Four fingers was manageable, but a fifth would have been impossible.

“N-No, st-stop… p-please!”

“Are you afraid?”

“Y-yes…”

“Have no fear. Lord Erios is with you.”

His maddening tongue, which had been whispering such insanity, lapped at my fully spread perineum. Then, the tip of his tongue wriggled into the gap between his fingers and the stretched ring of muscle. His wet tongue slid slickly into my a**s, only to pull back out with a pop.

“……!”

He smacked his lips as if savoring the taste of me and muttered with a voice laced with amusement.

“Sweet. You are truly worthy of being a Child of Erios, Princess.”

A shiver ran straight up my spine. What did he mean, ‘sweet’? Just what part of me was he tasting? Ruasil was truly in a class of his own when it came to madness.

He withdrew both hands from my entrances and pushed his entire, slick tongue into my quivering a**s. Then, as if worshiping my p***y, he licked and sucked every inch of my perineum. From the wrinkled skin of my perineum to the sticky inner mucosa, there wasn’t a single place his tongue did not touch.

“Ha, don’t… it’s dirty there, hng!”

The more I resisted, the more persistent his caresses became. It wasn’t just to arouse me; he buried his face to the hilt, greedily exploring my hole as if expecting honey to flow from my a*s.

The people of the Empire, who revere him as sacred, would never know that their most noble figure had his eyes rolling back in his head from licking my asshole. The fact that this holy man’s true nature was that of an irredeemable pervert was a secret for my ears only.

Realizing that sent a wave of internal excitement through me, making the sensations in my asshole—the very spot he was tormenting—grow exquisitely sensitive. Each time his soft tongue parted my inner walls, my breath hitched and moans escaped unbidden. It felt even more thrilling than when he’d caressed my p***y.

But it wasn’t enough. Having already learned the taste of a man, I couldn’t help but crave the pleasure only a hard c**k could give.

Soon, he lifted his head, breathing heavily, my backdoor now softened and slick. The cool air that swept into the newly opened path was a stimulation all its own.

“It seems you are fully prepared to receive the blessing.”