The Slave Princess Every Night - Chapter 7

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Lena writhed and twisted her waist at the new jolt of sensation. But the man dominating her grabbed her pelvis roughly as if he would not tolerate even that reflexive movement, and in that instant, the massive pillar pushed deep into her belly with a long, smooth thrust.

“……!”

She had thought it was all the way in, but apparently not. The sheer size was a shock, but the pain was like her pelvis splitting in half. Lena barely managed to gasp out a moaning breath, clutching the sheets until her knuckles went white. Not even a scream came out.

“How many times must I say it? I told you to relax.”

He too let out a suppressed sigh, as if holding something so impossibly large inside such a tight space was difficult for him as well. When he kneaded her pale, soft b******s with both hands, spreading them as wide as he could, her inner walls, which had been clamping down as if to kill, flinched and quivered repeatedly.

“Ah! Don’t, don’t do th, hahhk.”

Lena clamped her own hand over her mouth, from which no proper words could come anymore. It lasted only a moment before a powerful hand pulled hers back. Her upper body lifted, and the tip of his glans drove deep into a different spot on its own.

“…Ahhk!”

Every movement was far too intense. The inner flesh, writhing on its own, felt so foreign it might as well have belonged to someone else’s body. The hardest thing to bear was the fact that the man inside her could feel every one of these squirming motions.

“No, stop. Ah! Hngk! Ahht…!”

When the thing that was already overwhelming just sitting inside her began to move, she felt she might faint. A pain like her insides were being crushed, along with a terribly alien sensation, drove into Lena. Doubts kept flooding in, whether it was really all right for her belly to be churned up like this, whether she might die from it.

The frail figure beneath the large body shook. Her spilled hair fluttered, scattering a glint even in the darkness. The emperor, slowly learning her body, moved more boldly and more quickly. The sound of fluid-soaked flesh rubbing against flesh filled the bedroom with obscenity.

“Ahh! Please…!”

Lena sobbed without even knowing what she was begging for. Even as he thrust into her ruthlessly, the man did not stop teasing her earlobe, her n*****s, her fully heated c**t. Each time, she could feel her inner walls clamp down on his shaft. And she could hear him sigh with satisfaction in a voice gone impossibly low.

“Hn, hht. Hnh…!”

He pulled out until the glans nearly caught at the entrance, then drove all the way into her depths until a gasp burst out of her. It felt as though her pelvic bone rang with it. Each time, Lena shuddered like a fish speared on a harpoon.

Every time that impossibly long c**k pulled out, her juices scraped out with it and trickled down. The space between her thighs was a mess, and so was the sheet around it, thoroughly soaked.

“Ah, haak! It feels strange. Please stop…!”

At some point, her vision spun. She had thought she was dying, and it seemed this act truly was breaking her apart. But even at Lena’s pleading, Godfrid did not stop. Instead, he drove himself into her faster and harder, a wet pounding rhythm.

“Ah, no! Why…!”

Lena tried to protest, but her vision blurred white. It was the same sensation she had felt when his fingers had stirred inside her, but this time it was incomparably stronger.

“Hahhhk!”

It felt as though lightning struck between every bone, every organ, every blood vessel in her body. A breathtaking pleasure coursed through her limbs, which had stiffened and tensed against her will. Even the pain that had been crippling her between the legs was utterly gone.

She felt as though she had floated up until her insides lurched, then plunged into an endlessly dark abyss.

Godfrid spilled his seed inside her as she reached her peak. Throughout the long release, Lena’s inner flesh clamped down on him tight, wringing out every last drop.

He let out a satisfied sigh and stroked her sweat-dampened silver hair. When he pulled his c**k from the gripping heat that squeezed as if to swallow him whole, the cloudy fluid that had filled her belly even from a single outpouring trickled down along with traces of blood.

His golden eyes, heated with arousal, lingered on the sight. His c**k, already stirred, rose again swiftly as though it would slap against his navel.

“Hik, hah, hah…”