Chapter 60
He gripped my waist and arms, as if competing to see who was more potent, and rapidly drove his member into me, pounding again and again. The rapid, irregular thrusts sent shocks crashing through me. With no chance to catch my breath from the relentless penetration, the lingering sensations of my climax built upon each other, swallowing me in an overwhelming wave of pleasure.
My head lolled back, bobbing up and down in the air, my neck too weak to support it anymore. Zeke, who had been silently watching from the side, stepped closer, took my face in his hands, and kissed me.
I reached out my left hand, which had been clinging to Kallist, and cupped Zeke’s cheek. As if he had been waiting for me to reach for him first, he intertwined his fingers with mine and continued the kiss with a desperate, lingering intensity.
Ah, it felt unbelievably, maddeningly good.
I lost count of how many times the men had c*m inside me. Yet, far from being tired, I only grew more lustful, craving them even more. It felt as if with every drop of their seed I received, my vitality was being restored. None of the men showed any sign of lagging in stamina either, so the four of us indulged in every kind of play imaginable.
Right now, I was on all fours like a dog, offering both my holes to Zeke. My lips were captured by Ruasil, while Kallist kneaded my bouncing b*****s as if claiming them for his own.
They desired me incessantly, as if they would die if they broke contact with my hands, my lips, or my s*x for even a second. There was no escape from this depraved, vulgar swamp of pleasure. We tangled together like beasts in heat, true to our nature as people branded with the mark of Kinamun. It wouldn’t be wrong to say we were like animals trapped in a breeding pen.
This fantastical dream, one that could rightly be called divine favor, deepened just like that.
***
‘The method to save the Princess, you say? What is it?’
‘I-It is to engage in intercourse… until the Mark of Kinamun on her forehead disappears.’
‘With whom.’
‘With at least three men… upon whose foreheads the same pattern appears when they touch the Princess. She will likely have no memory of the event… so I beg of you, please save her life.’
‘……’
‘A-And this is merely a temporary measure. To ensure this does not happen again…’
She must regularly have intercourse with the men who bear the mark on their foreheads.
Absorbing the seed from as many different men as possible was the only way to extend the thread of Sylvia’s life.
Having spent the entire day saving Sylvia, the three men retreated to their own quarters, each swallowed by his own torment.
Their goal was the same: to claim Sylvia for themselves, in a way that did not endanger her life. But for now, with no immediate solution at hand, the best they could do was to keep her alive by refraining from killing their rivals.
***
Early in the morning, I stretched and rose from bed, my body feeling wonderfully refreshed. Perhaps because of the strangely thrilling and energy-filled dream I’d had, both my mood and body felt incredibly light. I’d truly had a wonderful night’s sleep.
“That was one incredible dream,” I muttered to myself without thinking, glancing around my cozy bedroom.
My vision was clear and sharp. No status windows, no strange portals. And no black crescent moon on Zeke’s forehead as he brought in my breakfast. It was clear now that I was truly awake from that dream.
Recalling the delightful dream, I happily finished my meal. Even though Zeke had brought more food than usual, I cleaned my plate without a trace. That kind of dream really works up an appetite. A lesson learned for the day.
Patting my full stomach, I flopped back onto the bed. I noticed new kiss marks here and there on my arms and thighs, but I didn’t pay them much mind. Zeke or Kallist must have been nibbling and sucking on me while I slept. If I got bothered by little things like that, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy this cozy life of captivity.
Hugging the sun-warmed duvet, I rolled around restlessly. Feeling so full of energy today, it was hard to keep still.
“Ah, this is the best.”
I wonder who will visit me today?
Kallist? Ruasil? Zeke?
A silly smile spread across my face as I pictured the faces of the men who desired only me.
Let me say it again, I am not normal, and the bedroom in Drémoor Castle is my heaven.
-Fin-
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1 CommentMeryS28
I enjoyed this reverse harem novel, thank you for translating it!! ♡♡♡