Chapter 63
Though he had expected this, the princess’s request was unfamiliar. He fell silent for a moment, unsure how to respond.
Seeing his reaction, Rachel bit her lip. The anxiety she had momentarily suppressed surged back, but having come this far, she couldn’t stop now. Freeing her lip, she continued in a cautious tone:
“No matter what I say… just keep going. Don’t stop. Even if I say it hurts…”
Fear of rejection simmered beneath her resolve, compounded by shame over the situation. Her voice grew softer, and her face flushed crimson. In the end, Rachel trailed off and closed her mouth, unable to finish.
A heavy silence fell between them. Finally, Kyle understood the princess’s meaning. He looked at Rachel, who stood frozen as if broken, then placed his hand over hers where it rested on his chest.
So this is Her Highness’s preference…
He had heard that some people had such inclinations, but he never imagined it would be the princess he served. Especially since Rachel was always so assertive—this felt strangely unfamiliar.
Kyle hesitated briefly, lost in thought. There was no reason to refuse her. They had already shared intimacy multiple times, and he held a certain fondness for her as a man.
The only problem was his lack of experience in this area. He worried whether he could fulfill her desires properly. The meaning of “roughly” was difficult to gauge.
What should I do…
As he pondered, his eyes met Rachel’s hesitant ones. Her gaze wandered nervously through the air, yet it also sparkled with anticipation.
Seeing that green light in her eyes, Kyle swallowed a smile. No matter what, he would do his best to fulfill her request. As if shaking off his doubts, he swept Rachel up into his arms.
“Ah…!”
A small scream escaped her as her vision spun momentarily. Surprise quickly gave way to excitement, and she was tossed onto the bed. The sensation of the sheets sinking beneath her was accompanied by her heart pounding foolishly.
Kyle climbed over her. Pushing up her slip, he revealed her beautifully curved b*****s. The small n*****s at their centers drew his attention, stirring an impulse to suckle them.
However, to satisfy her, he thought he should start with penetration.
Yet, proceeding without any foreplay felt careless. Hesitating over what to do first, Kyle’s eyes caught something in the corner of his vision—a lace curtain tie dangling from the bedpost.
Ah, that’s it.
He quickly grabbed the tie. Before Rachel could react, he lifted her hands above her head and firmly held them in place. Then, he began wrapping the tie around her wrists. His movements were somewhat awkward and unpracticed.
Hmm… is this right?
This was only the second time in his life he had tied someone up. During the Nemean War, as a rear support soldier, he had once bound an enemy with rope. Relying on that hazy memory, Kyle tied Rachel’s wrists more gently this time.
“Hmm…”
As the tie tightened, Rachel’s breathing quickened. The pressure on her wrists was stimulating, but Kyle’s clumsy handling broke her immersion. Still, despite his inexperience, her body steadily grew warmer. A heavy throbbing built in her lower abdomen, and a faint dampness gathered between her legs.
“Ah… Haah…”
Rachel shuddered her hips and looked up at him. By the time he finished tying the knot, Kyle had already gripped her knees and spread them apart. He settled between her legs and lowered his gaze.
The outline of her valley was visible through her damp underwear. His eyes lingered there instinctively.
His swollen c**k twitched, urging him to follow instinct.
Kyle wet his lips with his tongue and hastily tugged down his trousers. Freeing his hardened p***s, he pushed her panties aside, exposing her damp folds.
“Haah… Your Highness…”
The tip, glistening with precum, delicately traced her entrance. Though slightly wet, her tightly closed opening resisted, subtly pushing back against him. Unable to force his way in, he could only press firmly around the entrance. Rachel panted, as if dissatisfied.
“Hah… Faster…”
At her breathless urging, Kyle frowned slightly. After a moment’s hesitation, he thrust his hips forward with all his strength. The shaft slid in smoothly at first but grew tight halfway, refusing to go further.
A sharp pain spread from her stretched mucosa. Rachel threw her head back and let out a sound that was half moan, half cry.
“Ngh…! Ah! It hurts… Ahh…”
Already on edge, Kyle froze at her words. Concern overrode pleasure, seizing his body.
…Why did he stop?
Rachel lifted her head and looked at Kyle. Meeting his worried eyes, she felt an unexpected pang of disappointment.
In that emotional gap, the face of the man she least wanted to see suddenly flashed through her mind.
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