Chapter 90
The Crown Prince, naked, holding a bone in his mouth, crawled through the palace corridor where he usually strutted about, yet kept glancing back with hungry eyes. Wherever he crawled, round droplets fell, leaving a trail. It was unclear if it was saliva, sweat, or s***n.
And Ronius was feeling oddly smug, as if he had become Jeina’s beloved dog. His excitement soared even higher.
“Hh, hng, uung! Master, goo, good…!”
They passed through the long corridor lined with luxurious carpets. His sturdy legs were pushed along, and the firm pillar pounded thump-thump between his b******s. Jeina, striding along, following the Crown Prince’s pale b******s, couldn’t stop her impassioned movements. Each time she delivered a proper stimulus to his prostate, the entrance would clench tightly and the inner walls would squeeze. Her pounding could only grow fiercer. Under the relentless, fierce assault, Ronius convulsed violently.
“Ughk, ang! Put it in! I can’t, hht… Just a little, just a bit! I’ll burst! Hng! Please! Slower, slooower, eet!”
Soon, the Crown Prince knelt before a door that exuded grandeur and looked up at her. The sight of him, core e***t yet acting utterly submissive, was quite amusing.
She chuckled briefly, then lifted Ronius’s body up.
“Ooh! Jei! Ooht, suddenly, doing this… u, ooh, where are we goiing…!”
Thump! She kicked the door open and stepped inside, carrying one dog in her arms, while the other followed behind. Without glancing elsewhere, she headed straight for the bed.
“Uhuk!”
The large man was thrown onto the bed.
“Over there.”
She pointed to a corner spot with her hand, looking at the Crown Prince who was panting beside her. Showing he wasn’t completely without sense, the bastard crawled on all fours towards the spot. She issued an indifferent command towards him.
“On your knees. Hands up.”
“Uup, huup…!”
He, who had been quietly holding his breath since wetting his trousers, made his first sound. A desperate glimmer trembled in his eyes.
“You’ll find out today whether you’ll become an ill-mannered mutt or a mutt still worth keeping an eye on.”
It was a command to obediently lie flat. He gestured as if pleading to have this one thing removed, but she averted her gaze.
To the delicious rice cake placed right before her.
He seemed unable to calm down, struggling to steady his ragged breathing, continuously heaving his waist. She ran her sharply pointed nails down the curved muscles. The hole that had released the object gaped eagerly, awaiting stimulation.
“Put it in, ha, ught, put it in please… Master…”
On top of that, unable to hold back, he even began shaking his b******s—the perfect finishing touch. Jeina discarded the last of her clothes and settled onto his broad back. His waist flinched and trembled.
“Are you this turned on? Ha…”
Feeling every tremor of the man, she reached out. Her outstretched hand grasped the sharply protruding nub and rolled it between her fingers.
“Ughk! Ung, uh, uhng…! Ught, Master, hh… Why is this, ticklish, hurry, hup, uuung…!”
The b******s in contact with her shook violently, and his lower back flinched as if trying to buck her off.
When her pinching fingers pulled at both n*****s in one long stroke, his body slumped down. Jeina flipped him over with a flop.
“State your rank and name.”
“Ung?”
“Your answers are short. Have you lost military discipline again? Hands on your n*****s, now. State your rank and name.”
She issued the shameless command, looking down at him. Ronius opened and closed his mouth indignantly, moving his hands cautiously.
“…Who told you to put your hands on my n*****s?”
His crimson eyes, looking up at her, wavered pitifully. When she stared him down, urging him, he pouted, bit his lip, and placed his hands on his own n*****s.
“Hold them properly. State your rank and name. I won’t say it again.”
“The Empire…!”
His hands urgently grabbed the prominent nubs.
“Ught! The Empire’s… Cainus First! General! Knight Order Captain, uhng…! Ronius de Xtion…!”
Simultaneously, plunge!
“Oh, hngk! Up! Uh-huh, I’m comiing, ang! I’m gonna…!”
Jeina, having bent the knight’s sturdy lower half upwards, drove the pillar down in one thrust.
“Uh-huh, uh-ha, uh-haak, uh-ap…!”
As if struck by a massive tidal wave, their bodies convulsed together as if about to shatter. Whether a real c**k or a magic c**k, any c**k throbbed violently, and his b******s fiercely chewed on what filled it inside.
Looking at the excitement rising on the man’s face, she couldn’t control her own. Pulling the man tight, she drove into him even more wildly.
“Ahang, let go, I’m, I’m going, uuung! Going crazy, uk, ang! I want to go! Let me go! Uhuk!”
“I knew it. A man’s place really is his backside. Hahht, ha, damn it, yes, you’re right.”
It felt as if all the nerves in her body were standing on end. With every thrust of the ‘c**k’ into the hole, the sensation of nerve-severing tightness and the slick movement of the inner walls.
“Haaaang…!”
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