I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 43

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If he hadn’t covered his own mouth immediately after their lips touched, he would have been frantically swallowing down the soft, sweet lips right now. The hand over his mouth was his last shred of conscience and patience.

Yet, separate from his shock, he was intoxicated by the thrill of having broken a taboo. Though he had sworn to Erios that he would offer his body and never permit his lips to any other human, a vow without substance could not stop a fallen priest.

For the daughter of Kinamun’s lips were so enticing, he wanted to press his against them hundreds, thousands of times.

Suppressing the impulse to freely savor those seductive lips, he flipped Sylvia over, pressing her face into the pillow. Now was not the time. He would find a pretext to deceive the eyes of Erios and taste those lips to his heart’s content. Making this resolution, he rocked his hips again. A white bubble oozed pertly from the pink hole. The entrance was so tight that the s***n couldn’t flow out in clumps.

‘No wonder I’m going crazy.’

Sylvia’s back entrance, which no one else had ever tasted, was just as delightfully chewy as the front one.

The thought that he alone had savored the slick, softened flesh inside that fiercely tight entrance, which felt like it could snap his c**k off, ignited a possessive desire he had been suppressing. He could spend all day thrusting into it and never get bored.

It seemed the daughter of Kinamun enjoyed being taken in her back hole as much as the front one. No matter how much she pretended to be innocent, there was no helping her inherently lewd body.

As the sunset began to fade, he pulled his half-soft c**k from her slumped body. A gush of c*m spilled out in thick pulses from her gaping hole. What a greedy woman, hoarding for herself a blessing that dozens at the temple would have been thrilled to receive.

He wiped her perineum with a towel and pushed the sacred relic into her spread opening. The relic rolled inside, absorbing the s***n and pulling the stretched walls taut. The once-spread wrinkles of her a**s densely returned to their proper place. Ruasil patted her b******s as if praising the admirable relic.

“Please do not remove it until tomorrow. As long as the relic is lodged within, your back passage will remain purified.”

“Yes, yess…”

The obedient princess nodded her powerless head and demurely closed her eyes. His gaze lingered on her lips, the same rosy hue as her cheeks, which still held a faint, feverish blush. For a long moment, he found himself unable to leave.

He finally sat down beside the sleeping woman, his fingers tracing and smudging her plump, breathless lips. They were so soft, smooth, and moist—he simply couldn’t pull his hand away. By texture alone, he was certain they would taste exquisite.

‘I must bring her to the sacred temple as soon as possible.’

The sun set completely, and the red lips were swallowed by the darkness. Only then did Ruasil finally turn away, his steps filled with reluctance.

***

“The back passage is being thoroughly developed, I see. Erios would be pleased.”

The next day, Ruasil visited without fail, just as expected, and diligently explored my hole to please Erios.

Strangely, whenever Ruasil visited during the day, Kallist’s visits would completely stop. The two of them never overlapped their visits to me, to an almost miraculous degree. In the original story, they seemed unaware of each other’s existence, but since I hadn’t read the story parts, I couldn’t quite remember how the plot unfolded.

Anyway, as time passed, Sylvia withered away, becoming as haggard and parched as an ancient tree with its roots trapped in giant stone. She eventually stopped even voicing her desire to escape, believing it to be an impossibility. Once again, I felt profoundly grateful that my soul and Sylvia’s had swapped places.

I, for one, was still thoroughly enjoying both my s*x life and my castle life. Furthermore, considering the novel’s ending, what was a tragedy for her was a comedy for me.

Although, now that the plot has been altered, who knows if the ending will follow the original?

‘Hmm…’

It wasn’t just Zeke’s behavior; even Kallist and Ruasil’s actions were subtly different from the original. It was less like they were treating me as a toy and more like they were acting… attached, in a way. It could just be because they were real people now, not characters in a text.

But then I remembered Kallist feeding me, or Ruasil nibbling my lips only to plant a kiss on my cheek at the very last moment, and I shook my head.

‘No.’

Zeke went without saying, but even Kallist and Ruasil seemed more humane than in the original. Not that it changed the fact they were insane lunatics…

“My, my. It seems you have the leisure to let your mind wander.”

Ruasil, who had been slowly probing my depths, twisted his lips into a smirk. Even though we had both reached our climax just minutes ago—me convulsing, him finishing—a time I thought was for a brief rest, he seemed displeased that my mind had drifted elsewhere for even a moment.