Hero Spade and Villain No. 13's Brainwashed Date (Spade - Princess Sex) (1)
Aah... Hn... Uhaang... Haat... Ah... Aah... Uht...
Inside the luxurious hotel room, Spade's joyful moans continued to echo. Those moans and breaths were far more frantic and ragged than they had been ten or twenty minutes ago.
'Wh-when... is this gonna... end...'
It probably hadn't even been an hour yet. But it wasn't like just five or ten minutes had passed either. In her hazy state, Spade could at least instinctively sense that much.
Villain No. 13 kept up his teasing caresses—kissing her, licking her nape, fiddling with her ears with his fingers, kneading her waist, rubbing her thighs. He stimulated her exterior without ever touching her true erogenous zones. Occasionally, he'd lightly stroke or caress her pussy, as if checking how wet she'd gotten, but that was it. Even when Spade begged him and thrust her hips forward, he stubbornly refused to go all the way, sticking to those feather-light touches.
Thanks to that, Spade was a complete mess of impatience. A pitiful frustration welled up from her toes, slowly gnawing away at her bit by bit.
Whenever she tried to move on her own, Villain No. 13's voice stopped her cold. She was apparently the "princess" today. A princess had to stay still. She had to behave obediently and accept being pampered—that's what made her a princess. He said so himself. If that was the case, she had no choice. She was the princess today, so she'd accept it.
But as time dragged on, her impatience only grew. She had no idea how much longer she could hold out.
Slurp... Schlop... Lick... Lap... Knead... Rub... Fiddle fiddle... Stroke stroke...
No. 13's hands, No. 13's mouth—they crawled all over Spade's body without end. At some point, even her underwear had been stripped away, leaving her completely naked.
Her vision blurred. Her mind already felt fogged over, and now even her eyes were starting to fail her.
Yet every sensation in her body grew sharper by the second. No matter where No. 13 touched her, she felt it with excruciating sensitivity.
"Ah, aah, No. 13, No. 13...!"
She tried to say she couldn't take it anymore. Tried to say she wouldn't last any longer.
But No. 13 toyed with her earlobe and whispered, "Just a little longer, Princess. Bear with it."
As he said it, he lightly fiddled with her nipple—and that alone turned Spade's mind pure white. Tongue lolling out, she panted and nodded frantically.
And just like that, No. 13's caresses continued.
Sweat poured from every inch of Spade's body. Pheromones wafted from her skin. Her pussy leaked love juices endlessly, like a broken faucet.
She couldn't take it anymore. Couldn't endure it. Screw being a princess—she just wanted to cum hard and blissfully.
She'd climaxed lightly a few times during his teasing, but it was nowhere near what she craved. More than that, she wanted him to fuck her pussy raw with that huge, thick cock of his, scraping deep inside...!
'Sex... I want sex...!!'
The cry echoed in her mind for the hundredth time. Spade panted like a bitch in heat, her body reeking of arousal, screaming it inwardly.
It wasn't just in her thoughts anymore—it spilled from her lips too. Pleas and wishes directed at No. 13, even curses born of frustration.
Every time, he'd soothe her by grazing her sensitive spots, cutting off her complaints before they could build.
He hadn't even touched her core, yet Spade felt like she was melting from head to toe like ice cream.
Hoo... Hoo...!! Hooo... Hoooo...!!
Spade stood frozen in her original spot, gasping for breath. Her gaze wandered blankly into space, her trembling legs barely holding her up, ready to collapse at any moment.
No. 13 stepped back a pace, admiring her from head to toe. He seemed pleased with his creation.
"Good job, Spade. You held out a long time. Well done."
"Hoo... Ha...! Oo... Ah...!"
"Yeah, yeah. I know. No need to hold back anymore."
With that, No. 13 reached out and boldly groped both her nipples. They stood stiff and swollen, erect like hard pebbles. He pinched and twisted them viciously in one go.
Just from that, Spade felt a sharp jolt of pleasure shoot from her nipples all the way down.
"Aheuk...♡"
Her face twisted as a sweet moan escaped her lips. Climax. She came. Pinched nipples triggered something heavier than her previous light orgasms, piercing straight through her core.
"Aa, aa, ah, uh...! Haaa...!! Ah, aah...!!"
Spade shuddered violently, riding the tidal wave of ecstasy at last, letting out ragged sighs.
No. 13 kept toying with her nipples, pinching the rock-hard tips like he wanted to crush them, stroking them, twisting again. Each time, Spade drowned in pleasure she couldn't believe came from just nipple play alone.
His hands moved from her nipples to her groin. They dove between her thighs, parting her slick folds without hesitation and shoving fingers into her dripping pussy.
Squelch...!
Spade's sopping mess of a pussy welcomed No. 13's thick fingers with joyous spasms.
"Ngoo, ngooooooh!!!"
She came again. Just from his index finger's first two knuckles. She clung to him madly, writhing as she drove herself to orgasm on her own.
No. 13's fingers churned inside her, scraping her vaginal walls with wet squelches. Spade's beastly moans grew louder.
Once he'd gathered enough of her juices, he used his slick fingers to tease her clit.
Her pussy and nipples had gotten at least some light attention before. But her clit? He'd deliberately avoided it entirely.
And now, at last, No. 13's hand reached for it—smearing her own fluids over it, rubbing and grinding with filthy, sticky sounds.
"Kya, kyaaaaaaaah~~~!!!!"
Spade's back arched like a bow, chin thrusting skyward as her body bucked wildly. Between her twitching, gaping pussy lips, a gushing squirt erupted from her urethra.
No. 13 kept working her clit for a while longer. He peeled back the hood, soaking the sensitive pearl beneath and toying with it directly, lifting and rubbing.
Spade came. Came again. Her body shook violently; she gasped and writhed, helpless. Her mind felt like it would shatter. Her bones melted away. Up and down lost all meaning. She forgot who she even was.
Ngoo... Oo... Ooo...!
Only after tormenting her like that for ages was her clit finally spared. Even then, her body twitched and shuddered endlessly, lost in the aftershocks.
Drifting in the lingering pleasure, Spade's body finally gave out, collapsing in a heap.
No. 13 caught her falling form, pulling her into an embrace. She trembled anew at his firm male body against hers, the strength of his supporting arms, the musky scent so close.
No orgasm this time, but it teetered on the edge.
She clung to him desperately, mashing her breasts against his chest. Her stiff nipples dragged across his skin, sending sweet jolts through her.
"Hwe, hweee, No. 13, No. 13oo... Ahuuu..."
"Yeah, yeah, Spade. It's okay. We've got plenty more. This isn't the end. It'll feel way better—much, much better."
"Eh, euh...? No, nooo... I'll... turn into... an idiot...!!"
"You're already an idiot, Spade. You're fine."
No. 13 chuckled, but Spade had no room to retort to the joke.
He scooped her up and tossed her onto the nearby bed. Mounting her, pinning her immobile, he buried his face in her breasts, inhaling their scent and nuzzling greedily.
Embarrassing—but it felt good.
No. 13 latched onto both nipples with his mouth. They'd been sucked a few times already, but now they were hypersensitive. She couldn't take it.
"Spade, let's kiss. Another kiss."
"Auu, auuu... Huuu...."
"This kiss will feel better than any before. From now on, your mouth feels like your pussy. Kissing me will feel as good as sex."
No. 13's words were magic. He'd whispered all sorts of things while teasing her upright body earlier. And everything he said became truth.
Without giving her a chance to protest or beg, No. 13 pressed his lips to hers. Even before tongues met—just their lips touching.
"~~~~~~!!"
Spade twisted wildly again, pinned beneath him, climaxing explosively. The kiss alone felt like full-on sex... Her mind, pussy, womb—all pierced through in an instant, hurtling her to orgasm.