Chapter 259
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 259
Chapter Title: Hand Over the Baby Boy (2)
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I could feel it. Something wrinkled and tight wrapping around my cock.
I didn't even need to ask. This was a pussy.
I had no idea who it belonged to, but it was hot yet stiff and narrow—hardly seeming like it felt good for her at all.
It was taking it in bit by bit, forced, the sensation so vivid it couldn't possibly feel pleasant.
'Then why the hell is she doing this?'
The purpose of sex is generally one of two things: pleasure, or making a baby.
Neither applied here.
'Could it be a grudge? Some deep-seated hatred leading to rape...'
If I were a woman, maybe, but I'm a man, so that theory's out.
A man's chastity and a woman's aren't worth the same. Especially in this era.
Harboring enough grudge against me to ruin her own virginity for petty revenge? Doesn't add up.
"Eugh...!"
I just twisted my body. Desperate to escape somehow.
But she didn't stop moving her hips. Her hole gradually relaxed to fit my size, started leaking sticky juices, and even picked up speed.
Honestly, it felt good. Only a bit over halfway in was teasing, but once she adjusted, the way her inner walls actively clenched around me as she shook her hips deliciously made my own hips buck each time.
Her insides would twitch and pause briefly, then resume, taking me in again.
That motion felt almost desperate, her soaked folds clinging stubbornly.
'Gonna... cum again...!'
I debated. Since she was forcing it anyway, should I just give in and cum? Or hold out a bit?
Making her panic with a sudden load might be fun, but would this pervert even flinch?
But my dilemma soon became moot.
Squuuuish
"Eup!"
Her ass, which had stopped at about half, suddenly slammed down onto my thighs, swallowing me to the hilt.
My cock, fully sheathed, was squeezed tight like it was being milked, the depths of her pussy clutching my glans as if refusing to let go.
Even as her soft ass convulsed endlessly atop my thighs, asserting its presence, her pussy walls clung without a gap, writhing to suck out my semen by force.
'Can't hold it...!'
Compared to my women, her exquisite tightness didn't fall short at all. I couldn't hold back anymore.
Spuuuurt, spluuuurt, spluuuurt
She tensed her ass hard in surprise at my ejaculation.
But she didn't yank me out in a hurry, so clearly, my cumming was no issue for her.
Not knowing her face, she pressed her ass down even firmer against me, and I unleashed a full load deep into her.
"Ahng...♥"
The Holy Flame Princess stifled the moan bursting from her lips as best she could, but no amount of restraint could stop the pleasure surging through her entire body.
'It... all went in...!'
The presence of the rod piercing her like a spear was immense. It nearly choked her for a moment, but her body took it without any internal damage.
And the thick semen filling her belly to the brim was so hot and abundant she could feel its warmth.
Slumped atop the man's log-like thighs, the Holy Flame Princess panted for breath.
<Your Highness, is there anything this servant can assist with?>
It started when one of her guards suddenly spoke up as she bared her rear and struggled to take the thick cock, heaving her hips.
Panicking at the thought that if the door opened, a member of the Great Ming imperial family would be exposed riding a man reverse cowgirl, she had barked at the guard to scram—and slipped in the process.
Her own weight drove the man's cock all the way in. The Holy Flame Princess felt suffocating pain and a thread of pleasure simultaneously.
"Th-this... what... hngk♥"
Even opening her mouth required caution. The colossal shaft, a mystery how she'd taken it all, stabbed some inner spot with every twitch, flooding her mind and mouth with excruciating pleasure.
'F-first... pull it out. Get the cock... out...'
Hands on his thighs, she slowly lifted herself, enduring the glans scraping her walls several times with body-twisting shudders.
Pop
Like uncorking a bottle, as the cock slipped free, her lower body felt unbearably empty, and exhaustion hit her.
"To think I'd try taking something like this... I must not have been in my right mind."
Just like yesterday, even after unloading a thick batch, its unyielding majesty made the Holy Flame Princess grimace in dismay.
Touching her pussy lightly, it was still slightly agape from the rough stretching.
She wiped some oozing sticky semen from the entrance onto her fingers, unconsciously bringing it to her nose for a sniff—her eyes glazed over briefly before she hurriedly dropped her hand.
Now it was done. By her cycle, her body was primed for conception. This should settle it simply.
Dress him again, return as if nothing happened, and finito.
Finito, but...
"Hm... y-you never know. No guarantee one time does it... hm, hm."
In the empty space with no one to hear, the Holy Flame Princess's excuse echoed lonely.
"C-come to think of it, the physician said concentrating seed during fertile days is best, I believe?"
She glanced at the glistening cock coated in their fluids, pretending to recall the physician's words.
She ignored how her husband's all-night efforts paled in volume to this single load.
"Th-this is awkward. Of all the seed available now, it's this man's... n-not that I wanted to, but no choice."
The noblest woman's eyes, strangely entranced, fixed on the man's cock.
Her delicate hand, unused to rough labor, gripped it crudely and guided it toward her dripping pussy.
"Y-yes, you'll have to work once more. D-do well, and I might even plead leniency to the crown prince for you."
This time facing him, legs spread over his thighs, she felt her nape stiffen, lifted her head, and steadied her breath.
Squuuuish♥
"Haaang...♥"
Lowering fully by her own will, even prepared, she winced as a moan escaped.
To balance, she instinctively placed hands on his chest, feeling its firmness.
Perfectly toned without an ounce of flab, it oddly comforted her, making her want to lean in more.
"N-no choice. Leaning here feels... more comfortable..."
Whispering that, his body proved truly restful. The ropes binding him to the chair chafed a bit, but the flesh beneath his clothes satisfied her fully.
'Th-this... is a real man...!'
Everywhere she touched was firm and imposing, his feral masculinity captivating her senses.
And its pinnacle: the inhumanly erect cock.
Second time or not, it slid in easier, but the pressure remained tremendous.
"Ahn♥ Stay still now..."
He resisted briefly, then seemed to change his mind and went still.
Unsure why, she preferred his compliance, so without questioning, she resumed heaving her ass.
"So... huge... Did this captivate Aunty...?"
Filling her precious place without a single gap, it reached leisurely to the deepest spot.
Over a decade of nights, pleasures she'd never known unfolded one by one, her head gradually resting comfortably on his chest.
Once adjusted, the rising pleasure from her bucking hips crumbled her posture naturally.
Still tiring, but she began understanding what Yang Ha-jeong had felt.
Squish squish squish squish♥
Even an imperial pussy was just like any woman's.
Taking the thick cock with lewd sounds sent tingling ecstasy up her spine, relaxing her facial muscles and ruining her expression.
"Don't mistake this... it's not... hngk♥"
Before finishing "just for the seed, aside from my husband," she moaned out.
For a long time after, she shook her hips relentlessly, milking semen from him.
She fully adapted, slamming down hard to savor the deep penetration.
If masked and shown to acquaintances now, anyone would say, "I don't know that slut."
'No one will know anyway. Even he won't know who it is, so why feign propriety?'
She briefly considered keeping Kang Yun secretly by her side but dismissed it—no escaping her cousin's eyes.
Reports would reach the crown prince, maybe the emperor, and scolding was certain.
Just enjoy now, this moment...
Splaaash
"Mmph...?!"
Then, her head buried in his chest was seized by a rough hand and pressed firmly down.
She tried to scream, but her mouth muffled against his chest made no sound.
'H-how...?'
The man she'd thought was a real man—bound so tightly he couldn't budge—now had a freed, firm arm pinning her head securely.