I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 9

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At last, unable to endure the pain, she snapped her eyes open. Even awake, she could scarcely grasp what was happening to her. As his tongue swept across his parched lips, his finger tore mercilessly at her inner walls. Her coral-colored eyes quivered, searching through the darkness, until they landed upon him—the man darker than the shadows themselves. Tears welled in those gentle eyes, shimmering as recognition dawned.

“It’s been a while, Princess.”

“Hic… hhhk…”

It would have been better had she screamed. But her lips only trembled with fear, refusing to part. Looking closer, he saw her upper teeth biting hard into her lower lip. Pitiful. A low laugh rumbled from his throat.

The finger that had been teasing near her perineum slipped in beside the middle finger, following the path it had already forced open, plunging into the damp cave. The tense walls clenched tight around the two digits as though to bite down on them. He hadn’t even thrust himself inside, yet the thrill surged all the way to his skull.

With a rough motion, he flung the blanket aside and twisted the woman’s shoulder, laying her flat on her back. Her trembling jaw was still turned to the left. With his fingertips, he tapped lightly at her pale cheek. Then his massive body loomed over hers, caging her in. Trapped with no escape, the woman squeezed her eyes shut. Thick tears clung to her long lashes before rolling down her cheeks.

“Don’t close your eyes.”

Kallist seized her chin and shook until her lids fluttered open, revealing cloudy, frightened eyes. He shoved his cruel face—the visage of a conqueror—close to hers.

“You should watch carefully. In Roang, did they teach you to close your eyes while being disgraced? As if that would erase what’s happening?”

“Uhh… uhhk…”

“What’s that supposed to be? Speak properly. I don’t recall ever fetching a mute princess.”

“Uhh… ghk…”

“So that’s what it takes to open your mouth?”

At last remembering the dagger he had brought, Kallist pressed the well-honed blade to her neck. He had no intention of stabbing. It was only to threaten, since her stubborn silence was dulling the fun. The fragile princess’s lips quivered, trembling until at last a small gap formed between them.

“Haa…”

A dizzying sweetness stung his nose. It was like southern fruits drenched in honey. A blazing desire to plunge his tongue inside and gorge himself rose in him—but stronger still was the hunger to hear her voice. He always knew perfectly well how to set his priorities.

“Good. Seems you’re ready to answer now.”

“Y… Yes.”

Her hoarse, tear-soaked voice tickled Kallist’s ears like a siren’s song. A wave of indescribable satisfaction curled his lips into a lazy, predatory grin. He pressed the dagger closer to Sylvia’s throat, though not a drop of blood nor a single red scratch marred her skin.

“I’m feeling generous, so I’ll give the princess a choice.”

A ruler’s mercy is a lie, and a princess who’d once held power in the Kingdom of Roang would know that better than anyone. Yet Sylvia nodded meekly, as if she’d already surrendered everything.

“Die by my hand now, or…”

He let the words trail off, pulling his fingers from her slick core. Her inner walls clung to them, reluctant to let go, and he instinctively bit his lower lip. Then, his thick, dark c**k—easily ten times the size of his fingers—pressed against the vacant entrance. The engorged veins pulsed as if alive with their own will.

“…bear my child.”

“…Hng.”

The mute princess clamped her teeth down, her jaw trembling. Bear the child of her enemy? She’d likely braced for such humiliation since becoming a hostage, but for a greenhouse-raised princess, facing it head-on must’ve been a brutal shock.

Kallist had no intention of granting her death, even if she begged for it. Death’s too easy a punishment, he’d scoff, spouting nonsense. Honestly, even he knew the best way to defile a fallen kingdom’s princess wasn’t death—it was forcing her to carry his seed. A mark she’d bear for life. A bastard child meant nothing to him; to an emperor, bastards were as common as fish eggs in spawning season.

His c**k, as if urging her answer, parted her folds and nudged its head into the gap. Before even the tip could enter, Sylvia gasped sharply, her body twisting. Her delicate skin grazed dangerously close to the dagger’s edge. Kallist pinned her head down with one hand, hard.

“Asking me to kill you?”

“N-No…”

“Then you’d better take my c**k like a good girl.”

Her docile eyes, which seemed incapable of showing hostility, trembled pitifully. He had known what her answer would be from the moment he made his “generous” offer. This woman had no other option but death.

“P-Please… move the sword…”

“Say it properly. Ask me to impregnate you.”

“P-Please… impregnate me… sob.”

“Good girl.”

He patted the woman’s head, which he had been pressing down, and then mercilessly thrust his hardness into her tight, unprepared entrance. Her torn inner walls convulsed wildly. As his member pushed its way in, her walls clung to him as if trying to bite down.

The last shreds of his rationality evaporated into a blinding white haze. A ringing filled his ears, a dull throbbing at his temples. He slapped his own ear with a heavy hand and let out a hollow laugh.

“Damn… what the hell is this?”