I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 52

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He gripped my slender waist and thrust upwards shallowly. As his manhood pushed its way deeper inside bit by bit, pleasurable moans escaped me unbidden. His smile, full of satisfaction, deepened. The movements of his hips grew more vigorous, his e***t member, standing tall, surging powerfully towards the ceiling. Thwap, thwap, thwap—my b******s bounced in the air with each impact against his t*******s. With my full weight bearing down, the sensation of him hitting my deepest point was intensely vivid.

My pained moans grew increasingly ragged. Gasping for air as if screaming silent screams, the relentless pounding never ceased. My pale b*****s swayed heavily, sensation concentrating in my n*****s. Untouched and unsucked, my overly sensitive n*****s throbbed with a pleasure all their own. A tingling, electric current seemed to arc across my entire areolas. It was as if bundles of sensory neurons were popping off one after another in a bizarre cascade of sensation.

“Ah-hng!”

Squirt, squirt— Jets of milk erupted from my n*****s, tracing parabolic arcs through the air before splattering onto Ruasil’s face. His excited eyes flushed a deep red. Letting go of my waist to allow my body to bounce more freely, he leveraged his hips, lifting them high. My raised b******s slid rapidly down the length of his shaft, the point of our joining crashing together forcefully. With each squelch, thud from below, warm b****t milk gushed from my chest like a hot spring.

He licked the milk from the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, tasting it, then whispered in a voice drunk with ecstasy, “Such rich milk. It seems the Princess is truly worthy of becoming a Child of Erios.”

He grabbed the back of my head, pulling my face down towards his. He raised his head to meet my descending lips. Smack, smack. Our lips met sweetly. A tender kiss followed, as if we were lovers sharing an intimate moment. While I prefer being taken by force, this kind of play isn’t bad either. I’d just realized there’s no thrill quite as stimulating as that from an affectionate pervert.

He had always been cunning, maneuvering his tongue under the guise of tenderness, but today he was distinctly different. Not only were his touches careful, as if handling someone precious, but the way he looked at me seemed to drip with honey. Was this the look one would give the saintess said to appear only once in a thousand years in the Church of Erios?

It probably was because of the milk, but having a beautiful man, called the very manifestation of a god, gaze at me as if I were a goddess was incredibly thrilling. So, feeling a tingling pleasure coursing through my entire body, I dutifully moaned.

“Erios must be greatly pleased by the union of his children.”

“Hng, yes, ah!”

As he stroked the nape of my neck and the small of my back while thrusting upwards, he grasped my b*****s, now slick with a translucent fluid. Kneading the undersides of my b*****s as if giving a massage, he made the milk spurt out as if being launched. My n*****s, ripe and red like fruit bursting with juice, swayed, spreading a deep, warm pleasure throughout my areolas. They felt so intensely sensitive, as if even the slightest touch, like flicking a fully e***t c**t, would push me over the edge.

His lips, which knew the changes of my body better than anyone’s, traveled from my lips to my neck, and from my neck to the swell of my b*****s. He lasciviously licked around my areolas before suddenly swallowing a n****e whole. Sluurp, slup— At the long-awaited, strong suction, I shuddered and moaned.

“Ah, aah…!”

He held my b*****s as if to knead them, sucking on the left n****e, then repeating on the right. His skill was an art form—stimulating the milk ducts by gently circling them with his teeth as if peeling fruit, then sucking with all his might just as the milk was about to flow. All the while, his member below never stopped thrusting into the depths of my inner walls, making it impossible to keep my senses.

Mounted on him as if riding a horse, I rocked my hips on my own and violently climbed to my peak. Thanks to the rope binding my arms, my back remained straight even as I felt my climax building. As if he had been waiting for this very moment, he slapped my hips, which were flapping like a fish, and drove his c**k into me over and over again.

It was useless to struggle and beg for the sensation to stop. The feeling of climax, so intense it turned my mind pure white, assaulted me repeatedly. I could only scream unsightly and feel the violent pleasure without any filter. After a long while of sucking my b*****s and pounding into me, he whispered in a highly excited voice.

“Princess, you still need a little more blessing.”