I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 49

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Her body, which he had tasted under the pretense of punishment, was sweet and lingering. It was like willingly tumbling into a fragrant, swirling bog and sinking. Once he set foot in it, there was no way out.

He finally understood why the Empire’s Crown Prince, who had never known desire, and the proud, noble High Priest had both fallen for her, helplessly trapped.

If he could just hold her one more time, he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life in fitful slumber within this narrow room of Drémoor Castle, rather than in the homeland he yearned for.

He was aware he was going mad, but the flames of his lust refused to die down. It was the same even when he deliberately avoided looking at Sylvia. His mind was completely filled with images of their lovemaking. The youth he thought had withered without ever blooming had come back to life.

‘It’s a punishment, so you should be suffering, shouldn’t you?’

The entire time he used her punishment as a pretext to join their bodies, he secretly hoped she wasn’t in agony. The resentment he’d harbored for ten years had long since vanished without a trace. Instead, he even felt fortunate that he, with his two sets of g******s, could offer solace to a princess ensnared by the High Priest’s schemes—a train of thought utterly unimaginable to the man he was before meeting Sylvia.

He was bewildered. He could control neither his body nor his mind. Agony and frustration were relentless. Yet, paradoxically, he didn’t want to be free from this torment.

The beautiful devastation itself had given meaning to his life.

“Sylvia…”

He pressed his lips against the nape of her neck and softly murmured the name that tormented him. It was a name as disgustingly beautiful as her face, her body, and her character. A name that, like her, could not be defiled, even when trampled and broken.

His fingers, which had been caressing her cheek, brushed over her soft lips, then gently pushed into the damp space between them. How wondrous it would be if these plump lips and this tongue were to speak his true name. His impure imagination spiraled uncontrollably.

But Sylvia would never know his name. Zeke knew all too well that there was no place in this world where he and Sylvia could be together.

The cold, harsh Drémoor Castle was all they had.

He recalled the look in Sylvia’s eyes as she gazed at the sky on the day white fireworks embroidered the night. She yearned for freedom. But taking her with him to Verdion was even more unthinkable. The people of Verdion could not possibly have forgotten the Princess of Roang.

As if waking from a cruel dream, he slowly withdrew his hand. He wanted to feel more of her, but the longer their time together lasted, the deeper his longing grew, and that was all.

Zeke’s sleepless night grew deeper.

***

Two d***s, double the pleasure. True words of wisdom.

I chewed on that thought as I pushed the two sacred artifacts into my two holes from the early dawn. If I didn’t put them back in their place before Ruasil arrived, who knows what kind of trouble might occur? Not that I wasn’t looking forward to that particular kind of trouble, but this time, I planned to play along with his wishes. Ruasil knew exactly how to pleasure my body, so he surely had a plan.

As always, Zeke seemed to have cleaned my unconscious body after our passionate union, changed the sheets, and left the room. When I woke up in the early morning, feeling fresh and clean, he was already gone. I was grateful he took care of everything without me having to lift a finger.

“Ahn.”

Not long after inserting the artifacts, a tantalizing pleasure began to simmer and spread throughout my lower abdomen. In response, my n*****s stiffened on their own, untouched. In an instant, my body, which I thought had been completely satisfied, was heating up again.

‘Wow, seriously…’

All the male leads are exceptional, but the most exceptional one is Sylvia. After being filled, felt, and made to cry so much just yesterday, here I was craving a manhood again. Even though it’s my own body, it’s truly remarkable.

My body grew hot quickly. I pushed aside the duvet that only covered my stomach and lay still, fully embracing the changes in my body. It was still bearable for now. While intense pleasure is good, this subtle, lingering thrill had its own charm.

But my composure didn’t last long.

Beads of sweat that had formed on my forehead trickled down past my chin. I groaned, struggling helplessly as the carnal sensations swelled uncontrollably, like someone enduring pain. Stimulating my chest and womanhood with my hands seemed like it would only make it worse, so I just gripped the sheets tightly.

‘I’m going crazy, for real.’

I crossed my legs, tightening my thighs to feel the artifacts’ stimulation more intensely, and twisted my upper body like a worm so that my n*****s rubbed against the fabric. My pleasure-starved body was instinctively seeking a way.