I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 51

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I hadn’t expected to crave a kiss so desperately. Without realizing it, I parted my lips, hoping his tongue would venture a little deeper inside. The texture of this pleasure was different from the devouring kisses I’d received during fierce lovemaking.

Just as I wanted to swallow the member pressed against my entrance, I wanted to suck in his tongue and lips. A pained moan welled up in my throat, and he mercifully sucked my lower lip into his mouth. It was as stimulating as being caressed down below. My vision grew hazy.

His lips still against mine, he whispered with a voice full of laughter.

“You should have been like this from the start.”

His slick tongue parted my lips as if it had been waiting, delving inside and exploring the tender membranes as if swimming. He slowly swept over the roof of my mouth and rubbed against my tongue, making my lower body buck involuntarily. He pressed down firmly with his shaft to prevent my hips from moving and continued the desperate kiss. Somehow, he seemed even more urgent than I was.

Holding my face firmly in place, he twisted our interlocked jaws, exploring my mouth more deeply and thoroughly. He sucked so hard my cheeks hollowed, then relaxed his strength, tangling his tongue in a wavelike motion. His lower body, unable to restrain the boiling desire, rubbed rapidly against my slick labia. My n*****s, pressed against his chest, twisted and became sensitively heated. Like this, no matter which hole he entered, I felt I would climax instantly.

Even if I wanted to beg him to put it in or struggle, my body, from head to toe, was under his control. Even my silent screams were entirely swallowed by his mouth. I panted endlessly from the overwhelming pleasure, and while sucking his tongue, I reached my peak. The dimension of this sensation was entirely different from climaxing solely from clitoral stimulation.

“Ugh, uh, ahhh…”

As I trembled uncontrollably, he bound my torso tightly and soothingly brushed his lips against mine. After the teasing kiss, our tongues tangled languidly outside our lips. Without realizing it, I was desperately sucking, rubbing, and craving his tongue. Like a fledgling bird begging its mother for food, I was utterly earnest.

Just as he opened his mouth wide again to devour my lips, I felt a heavy pressure below. The tip, stretching me open, slid smoothly along my inner walls, sucked deep inside. Though he had merely entered, a sharp pleasure clawed at my pleasure center. My jaw tightened instinctively, and I clenched my teeth. A soft, foreign flesh was crushed between them.

But far from being in pain, he only grew rougher, continuing the kiss like an excited man. The metallic taste of blood seeped between our fiercely entwined tongues. Undeterred, he thrust his hips wildly. The artifact, which had been vibrating deep inside me, ruthlessly targeted my sweet spot. The combined sensation of that spot being hammered and the vibrations made my bound limbs flinch madly. He held my hips firmly in place with both hands, pounding relentlessly against that very core. A violent pleasure pierced through me.

“Ugh, hng, ah, ugh!”

Moans close to screams welled up but couldn’t escape, settling deep within. Tears streamed down ceaselessly, as if a dam had burst. An relentless pleasure assaulted me countless times, to the point where I couldn’t even tell when I had peaked. Soon, he bit my lip, not enough to hurt, and spilled deep inside me. For Ruasil, it had been a long time since he last finished within me.

But down below didn’t feel as messy as such a release should have. The artifact had absorbed his seed. He moved his hand down, pushed a finger deep into my a**s, and adjusted the artifact’s position. The haphazardly lodged object now sat perfectly against my pleasure point. My sharply arched back trembled violently. In that state, when he inserted his manhood into my womanhood, it felt like both holes were being stimulated simultaneously—and precisely at their most sensitive spots.

“Ah, uh, this is strange…”

“You’re doing well. That is you feeling the divine blessing.”

He moved his hips in small, precise motions, showering my forehead and lips with gentle kisses. The overlapping waves of stimulation washed over me intensely. With each thrust, my pupils rolled back, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust—each time he drove deeply and accurately into my core, my dark vision flashed white. Then, an uncontrollable climax overwhelmed me. My bound limbs repeatedly convulsed and curled. I felt I might go insane, utterly unable to control my own body.

‘Ah, really, it’s too… good.’

As expected, Ruasil knew exactly how to tame my body.

This is true blessing, divine grace.

Savoring the satisfying aftershocks of my climax, I enjoyed the gentle kisses of the aftermath.

“Good. Just like that, sit on me yourself.”

The price for untying the ropes binding my legs was me mounting him of my own volition. Graciously, I was allowed to choose which hole to be filled.

I rose onto my knees, positioning myself over his hips, and aligned the tip with my entrance. Leaning forward slightly to adjust the angle, I relaxed my legs, expecting him to slide in easily as I sat down. But alas. Whether it was because his pillar was so long and thick, my own strength could only manage to take half of its length. As I grunted and strained, Ruasil watched and let out a soft, amused chuckle.

“You truly are high maintenance.”