Chapter 33 🔞
Creak, creak.
The wet sounds were loud.
“Ugh, nn…”
Tonight’s coupling wasn’t as ecstatic as it had been days ago. It stung, it ached, and left a bitter taste behind.
Just because she had agreed to spread her legs whenever called, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. When a wound is torn open before it has a chance to scab, and salt is scattered over the bleeding flesh — what do you think happens then?
Marie’s eyes focused on the man between her wide-open legs, his pxnxs standing thick and rigid.
She was now diligently playing the role of concubine. To contain the tangled Alpha pheromones spilling out in all directions.
Pheromones eager to attract prey poured eagerly over her skin. Her nxxples stood erxct, her a*s cheeks dampened.
“Hngh, nn, uhn, ah!”
The pace was relentless — back and forth, again and again. Her lower body throbbed from the friction.
“Marie.”
Why did he call her name?
“Marie Alphrose.”
As if trying to make her believe in something that wasn’t real.
“My courtesan.”
My courtesan. There couldn’t be a more ridiculous phrase than that.
She didn’t know if the Alpha was drunk or disoriented. Why did he look hurt when it was Marie who’d have to endure people calling her that during the day? And why was that sad expression on his face so striking?
“Your Highness, hng, you’re going too fast, uh….”
“Tighter. Suck it in.”
“I’m already do–, ugh, –-ing it, aah!”
“Give me your pheromones.”
“Hmph…”
Marie consciously wielded the pheromones that had recently started to soften. As the Alpha desperately burrowed in, grabbing Marie’s chest and thrusting his hips, she willingly released her pheromones.
“You.”
He growled.
“Marie, you.”
“Hngh!”
“Make no mistake.”
The man inhaled a gulp of Omega pheromones and thrust his hips up hard.
A gaping hole tore open, and the thick column sank down all the way to the base.
“You—”
“Haah!”
“Are nothing.”
Her heart froze at the harsh voice. Her chest ached, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes.
The thick cxck head dug and poked at every inch of her gaping vxginal walls.
Schluck, smack. It rampaged like a thoroughbred stallion cutting through flesh and piercing deep inside.
“Just a concubine.”
Her heart slammed into her throat.
“You’re just an accessory.”
The pheromones scratched her painfully. Marie shook her head. Why did he have to say things like that?
“I-I know, hngh, I know, please…”
“That’s what a concubine is for.”
“Aah, uh, hngh, uh…”
“You, of all people. You’re nothing.”
Smack, thud, thump!
Every time the man’s firm thigh muscles tensed and flexed, the Omega’s pale legs trembled, almost slipping off the man’s strong shoulders.
It was cruel. Especially cruel today.
Tears welled up as her heart was butchered — not like when she had been held tightly and howled before, but in a different way.
“Why are you crying?”
“Hng, uh…”
“Does it hurt?”
“Please.”
“How dare you cry?”
She felt sorrow. Did he have to say it like that? Was the drunken man’s true feeling just contempt for her after all? Had she imagined the man who had treated her with understanding just a while ago?
Were those words he uttered before not meant to be words of comfort?
“Please, Your Highness.”
But she had never really been greedy.
How dare you want him.
“Hah…!”
“Why you?”
In the end, Marie burst into loud sobs.
“Why are you angry, Your Highness? I—I…”
But it seemed her words didn’t reach him. The pounding, punching-like motion inside her grew faster and rougher.
“Why? Why do you have that face?”
“Ugh! Ah!”
She didn’t understand what he was saying. Marie flinched. Her relationship with him was always difficult from the start, but the more she got used to it, the more she became aware of the sensitive spots on her own body.
“Aah!”
“Cheap and sensitive, aren’t you? When I touch here…”
Pressing and pressing hard. The bulbous head pressed and brushed against a spot that felt like it would shatter, repeatedly striking upward.
“You’re so full and tight. You know that?”
“Hngh…!”
“But Marie.”
Her back buckled and her vision wobbled. The nxxples in his grip jerked painfully with each rough and jolting movement.
“No matter how hard you try.”
Marie Alphrose. He called her name like a whispered confession. So pitiful, so faintly mournful. Even while being tossed about helplessly, Marie moved her hand, brushing her fingers through his black hair, beautiful and soaked with clinging droplets of sweat. His deep purple eyes stared as if to devour her. But the sincerity pouring out was cold as ice.
“I hate you.”
“…!”
Marie’s breath stopped.
“I hate you.”
“…!”
“I despise you.”
His eyes wavered.
She understood. The words he slurred drunk were his true, unfiltered feelings.
“Haah.”
Suddenly, the distance between them closed sharply. Oh, his lips looked so sweet. The dizzying scent of pheromones intensified and poured over her, and Marie squeezed her eyes shut.
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