The Slave Princess Every Night - Chapter 6

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She could feel his hand brazenly churning inside her oversensitive walls, wet and slick. Lena shook her head with a whimper and drew her legs together.

The moment the aftershocks faded, shame came flooding back and dyed her face bright red. But the man’s powerful hand caught her legs and spread them wide again.

Even the thick fingers slipping out of her was a jolt of sensation. Then came the feel of firm fingertips spreading her juices and rubbing broadly over her s*x. Before she could register it in her dazed state, Lena’s lower half was thoroughly soaked.

Those savage golden eyes stared at her gasping naked body as though he meant to devour her. Lena, who had gone limp in a daze, curled up once more.

The night was still long, and she knew full well that this was not the end. Having been a slave, she had often witnessed servants coupling in corners of the estate, especially when she was young.

Godfrid gathered a handful of silver hair scattered across the bed and brought it to his nose.

Lena stole glances at him. She could not tell whether his appetite for her body was a passing whim or a conqueror’s lust to subdue the princess of a defeated kingdom.

If it was the latter, her head would fly the moment her true status was revealed. He had taken her believing she was of noble birth, only for her to be a lowly slave. He might be as displeased as a man tricked into eating spoiled food.

Just then, his golden gaze caught her eyes as if seizing them. Caught in the act of stealing looks, Lena rolled her eyes about, not knowing where to put them. Her enticingly swollen b*****s rose and fell with each shallow breath.

“You startle every time our eyes meet.”

“Hht.”

He flipped Lena’s body over in one motion. Then he kneaded her b*****s as he pleased while she let out short moans.

“This defeats the purpose of loosening you up.”

“Ahh…”

He reached one hand down to check, and sure enough, the hole he had painstakingly worked open had clamped shut again. Godfrid clicked his tongue quietly.

“Lift your hips.”

He shifted the woman’s half-slack legs and made her get on all fours like a dog.

It may have been his way of sparing her from meeting his eyes, but the posture of presenting only her rear to the man was far more shameful. In the end, her body, trembling again with humiliation, was overlapped by his.

“Relax and let go of the tension. If you stay like this, you’ll be the only one in pain.”

Lena squeezed her eyes shut.

‘That’s easy for you to say…’

She felt it in her bones that in a situation where tension was unavoidable, relaxing on command was no simple thing. The emperor of Taringia was like a devouring beast, and a powerless creature like herself could do nothing but cower in terror before him.

The arms propping her up on the bed trembled violently. As she stayed like that, the man’s hand slowly traced up her waist, stroked her shoulder blades, and brushed through her silver hair.

It was an unexpectedly gentle touch. Just as she turned to look back in surprise, a hot and massive slab of flesh pressed against her s*x.

“Nnh…”

It was far too big. As revulsion surged, she instinctively pulled her hips away, only to have her pelvis seized and dragged back. The shaft, flush against her, rubbed heavily over the cleft as if it meant to crush it. The joining point was impossibly slick with fluids, she did not know whose.

“Hah…”

After a long while of this, the sensation turned strange. Her mind felt half-melted. Then the thick pillar pushed into her quivering hole.

“Ah! Ahk…”

Lena twisted her body and clamped down hard on the inner walls that had taken only the head inside.

Even when three thick fingers had entered her, she had thought it was impossibly stretched, but this was beyond comparison. It was shockingly painful.

“No. This is, I can’t… Hngak!”

He seemed to have no intention of showing mercy as he pushed his rigid length deeper. The hands holding her waist firmly in place kept her from escaping even an inch.

“How, how can this…”

She did not even know what she meant by the words she sobbed out. Her lower belly burned as if scalded. She could feel her inner walls, plastered tight to the invading pillar as though they were one body, pounding like another heart. The man let out a low sigh of satisfaction.

“Very good. You squeeze tight.”

“Hik, hnh…”

Wet, smacking kisses were scattered over her nape and ears. When she flinched at the goosebumps prickling up, a hand came down and kneaded her b*****s, hanging low from gravity. The movement was sloppy and lewd.

“Hh, ah!”