I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 50

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But indirect stimulation was nowhere near enough. Thinking about how I might have spent the night like this if Zeke hadn’t come to my room yesterday made my head spin. I might have truly lost my mind.

I resisted to my limit, but finally, my hands snaked inside my loose negligee. My own touch felt as stimulating as a stranger’s. Just stroking my waist and caressing my inner thighs made my body shiver.

‘I can’t take this anymore.’

As I gently scratched my n*****s with both hands, a sobbing moan escaped me. Just twisting, pressing, and tapping my n*****s with my fingertips felt like it would be enough to push me over the edge. But the slight relief was brief, and a greater desire swallowed my whole body.

In the end, just like yesterday, I thrust my fingers into both holes, shaking my wrists in a disgraceful manner. The stimulation was pitifully insufficient, but it felt like it might be enough to get by. I knew I would crave something stronger soon, but for now, I was desperate even for my fingers. I was shoving them in deep, from index to ring finger, clumsily churning the slick inner walls when—

“My, my. It seems there’s no cure for the Princess’s inherently lewd nature.”

Ruasil’s voice came from the foot of the bed. I had been so absorbed in my stimulation that I hadn’t even heard him enter.

“Y-Your holiness…?”

Ruasil, with a benevolent smile gracing his lips, began to remove his clothes, one piece at a time. There were many days he took me with only his robe off, with only his trouser zipper down, but today, it seemed he intended to undertake the Ritual of Purification completely naked, wearing only his white socks.

His body was more flawless than a marble statue of the Sun God Erios. His snow-white skin showed not even a pore, let alone a small scar, and the composition of his muscles was such that even if the era’s greatest sculptors put their heads together to design the perfect form, it would be difficult to surpass this.

In the face of that absolute beauty, my lust subsided for a very brief moment, only to rear its head again. It was the moment his manhood sprang free from his trousers.

The moment I smelled the precum dripping from the crimson tip, my arousal surged so intensely it made me dizzy. It felt like I wouldn’t be able to stand it if I didn’t have that member buried in one of my two holes right away.

Just as I was about to lose all reason and beg him to put it in, Ruasil approached, pulling four lengths of rope from within his robe.

“If we pass this final gate, Erios will be truly pleased,” he said.

He grabbed my ankles and began wrapping the rope around them. The rope was soft, but his skill was such that it didn’t seem it would come loose easily.

He tied the rope on my left ankle to the left post of the bed, and the one on my right ankle to the right post. Only then did I understand his intention. It seemed the lewd god’s messenger planned to bind my limbs to the bed.

The ropes weren’t tight enough to hurt, but I couldn’t bring my legs together, leaving my womanhood completely exposed. Embarrassed by the humiliating posture, I tried to cover myself with my hands, but soon both my wrists were firmly bound to the upper posts of the bed.

With my limbs tied, I couldn’t lift my body up. This must be what Ruasil wanted. He looked down at me, satisfied—unable to move, only able to feel—a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“How does it feel, Your Highness?”

“Hngh, Uuuh…”

“Can you feel the energy of Erios filling your body?”

I twitched my hips frantically, moaning from the intensely heated arousal. With my limbs immobilized, my lower body twisted uncontrollably.

He moved between my legs and pressed down firmly on my pelvis. It seemed he didn’t intend to allow even a modicum of voluntary movement. Swallowing my heated breaths with difficulty, I glared at the man more cunning than a devil. His face was still more beautiful than any angel’s.

Ruasil looked down at me with a despicable gaze and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.

“I know. I know exactly what state you must be in right now. You desire the blessing, don’t you?”

I gritted my teeth, saliva trickling from the corners of my mouth, and nodded repeatedly. His eyes curved into a lovely shape.

“I will teach you, step by step, who the master of this body is.”

He positioned his red, burning member between my labia and slowly leaned over. Just the crushing of my sensitive c**t against his hard shaft sent a thrill through me. His face, more beautiful than any god’s, came within close reach.

He buried the tip of his nose in the parted seam of my lips, took a deep breath, and then, like a cat lapping water, began licking the saliva from the corners of my mouth. His slow tongue touched my soft lips, then retreated, repeating the motion. Each time his tongue swept over the tender, damp flesh, a tantalizing jolt of pleasure spread.