Chapter 243
There was a price to pay. The dragon placed a curse of immortality upon her. Something about being lonely if she were left alone.
Still, even the dragon agreed that immortality was too cruel for a human, so it set a time limit: until a prince appeared and melted the princess’s frozen heart with the power of true love.
It was an oddly childish and romantic condition for a dragon… not that it wasn’t somewhat cute in its own way.
At any rate, living much longer than others, she picked up a few trivial skills, and in truth, there wasn’t much difference between her and a witch now.
And finally, the day had come. The day when she could put those trivial skills to proper use.
Courtney shrugged lightly.
“I don’t intend to force you. But give it half a day, and you’ll be calling me that on your own.”
“And you’re insane on top of it all.”
Even bound hand and foot, the prince didn’t easily lose his spirit. He really was an appetizing prey. Courtney lightly licked her dry lips. It would be no fun if he gave in before she’d even started. Just imagining how to ‘cook’ him sent a thrill through her belly.
The dragon was wise. Immortality was an unbearably harsh fate for a human. Infinite time, cut off from human society. Courtney struggled in a bottomless, suffocating boredom.
She tried all sorts of ways to stave off the monotony, but trapped in a winter castle, there was little she could do. She mostly read whatever books the dragon managed to bring her, or distracted herself with solitary fantasies.
Emotional deprivation went without saying, but physical loneliness was also profound. Of all times, her biological clock had stopped at the very age when s****l interest was at its peak. Courtney filled her ever-growing s****l desires and curiosity with fantasies as well.
Was it Poppy’s book selection that had gone wrong? Or had some dangerous instinct been lurking inside her all along? Courtney’s s****l tastes had blossomed in a rather unusual direction.
She flashed a lewd smile.
“So, Prince Richard. Aren’t you curious what I’ll do to you?”
Richard only glared at her in silence instead of answering. He wasn’t surprised that she knew his name. Surely his cowardly servant had blabbed.
There was nothing he could do while bound like this. For now, the best option was to play along, pretend to cooperate, and wait for an opportunity. Richard did his best to hide his displeasure as he replied,
“I suppose I’m a little curious.”
A dangerous glint appeared in Courtney’s eyes. At that moment, a crack split the floorboards and a new vine shot up. Richard furrowed his brow.
As expected, it was the woman, not the dragon, who controlled the tentacle plant.
The plant’s tendril crawled up his leg. He had no desire to be choked again. Even though he knew it was pointless, Richard shook his head back and forth.
But this time, the vine stopped not at his neck, but around his waist.
The tip of the tendril dangling in the air gently tapped the end of his g******s.
Richard clenched his teeth as he was suddenly being violated by a plant. But when the slender vine wound itself around his s***t, he involuntarily sucked in a breath.
The intent of the tentacle plant—or rather, of the woman controlling it—was shamelessly blatant. The tendril rhythmically stroked and shook his member. Sticky fluid oozed from the surface of the vine. With a slick, sliding sound, the added moisture made the friction smoother and faster.
Absurdly, Richard’s member began to rise. Even when it hung limp, it was an impressive thing, but now it swelled even more. Courtney’s palm itched. She wanted to torment that uselessly large c**k to her heart’s content.
The vine moved in place of her hand. The slender tendril circled just beneath the glans, stimulating the groove. Clear dew formed at the tip of his u*****a. Shame, and a pleasure that overwhelmed it, mingled together. Richard scowled fiercely.
“This kind of cowardly—”
“Why bother being fair? It’s not a duel.”
Courtney curled up the corners of her mouth, though her eyes were far from smiling.
This time, a vine descended from the ceiling. The tendril slithered like a snake, stroking his chest. It circled around his n*****s, almost touching but not quite. Richard flinched. He could withstand pain, but this tantalizing pleasure couldn’t be conquered by willpower alone. His n*****s, no bigger than a pinky nail, gradually stood e***t.
“Hngh, hng…”
A thin sigh slipped through his teeth. At that moment, a tendril shot toward his lips.
Richard hastily clamped his mouth shut, but he couldn’t hold out for long. The vine blocked his nostrils, and twisted around his neck.
Deprived of air, his vision began to blur. When he could hold out no longer and finally opened his mouth, the tendril thrust deep into his throat.
“Mm—!”
The vine forced its way in, filling his mouth. The supple stalk coiled around his tongue, violently stirring up the inside of his mouth. Deep in his throat, it squirted out fluid.
Thankfully, it didn’t taste strange, but the discomfort was undeniable. Richard, breathing rapidly through his nose, endured the vine’s relentless invasion.
The assault below his waist didn’t stop either. As if trying to force a climax, the vine squeezed tightly around the base of his member and vibrated rapidly.
The pointed tip teased his quivering u*****a, almost as if trying to burrow inside. His flushed glans wept tears of clear fluid.
