Chapter 245
“Mm…?”
But Courtney’s satisfaction quickly turned to suspicion. The tentacle squirmed deeper and deeper into Richard’s body. It had already pushed in quite far, reaching a rather thick section. His once-tight a**s was now spread wide, not a single wrinkle left.
“Haahk, huh, hng.”
But Richard showed no sign of real distress. Perhaps he still felt some shame, but the sounds escaping his lips were clearly moans of pleasure he couldn’t suppress. With lewd moans, he kept squeezing down on the tentacle, his hole spasming with every movement.
Courtney massaged her own neck. It looked good, but… wasn’t he enjoying it a little too much, right from the start? Even if she’d only learned about s*x—and men’s bodies—from books, she couldn’t believe this kind of reaction was normal.
Could it be that it wasn’t just his front, but even his back had already been broken in by someone else? Disappointed, she muttered in a cold voice.
“What, so you’re a prince, but actually a w***e…?”
“I’m not… ngh, hngh…”
Richard immediately denied it. But his breathy, cracked moans hardly made it convincing.
Courtney circled around his body and stood talright in front of him. Richard lifted dazed eyes to look at her. She looked down at his flushed face with eyes as cold as frost, green irises swirling with anger. For a moment, there was even a flash of murderous intent.
The tentacle ravaging inside him abruptly stopped moving. Courtney spoke in a stiff, hard voice.
“Tell me the truth.”
“What…”
Richard could only blink helplessly. His gaping hole chewed on the tentacle, as if it were yearning for more stimulation, but the vine stayed buried, perfectly still.
Courtney pointed at his lewdly gaping backdoor.
“This isn’t new, is it?”
Richard’s dazed eyes snapped wide open. His jaw dropped too, but he couldn’t bring himself to answer. Courtney pressed firmly on his lower belly, as if pressing for an answer.
“Can you feel how deep it’s gone?”
With the pressure almost bursting his guts, Richard bit hard into his lower lip. Yet his c**k bounced in the air, as if cheering for her touch. Courtney grabbed his wet nether hair and yanked it roughly.
“No matter how sensitive your body is, this isn’t normal. Tell me. How many times have you had things back there?”
“No… ngh…!”
The tentacle that had lain still began to writhe again. Richard clenched his mouth shut, afraid that a plea would escape at any moment.
Courtney’s anger was far greater than she let on. She was only barely restraining herself, but honestly, she wanted to tear him apart right then and there.
To have waited so long only to get a body so thoroughly used and worn out, hah.
She hadn’t been this angry since the day her kingdom fell. How could she ever pray to the gods again?
Courtney made a terrifying resolution. If his body really was so used up, she would just have him once and kill him. Yet on the surface, she pretended to be merciful.
“I’ll give you one last chance. Otherwise, you’ll meet a truly terrible end. If it goes in all the way to the base, your belly might burst, you know?”
Richard closed his eyes. He had no more choices left. Whether he let her misunderstand, or confessed the truth, it was equally humiliating. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and spoke quietly.
“…I did.”
“What?”
“With a d***o… by myself…”
Courtney blinked in surprise. She could hardly believe it. Her noble prince had, all alone, played with his own a*s.
But his trembling eyelids, shaking with shame, couldn’t possibly be a lie. Really, truly? Even with such a magnificent tool between his legs, he’d secretly been poking his own dirty back entrance?
Courtney’s anger instantly transformed into ecstasy. She had to clamp a hand over her own mouth to keep from gasping aloud. Not only was the outside to her liking, but the inside was perfect too. A once-in-a-millennium ideal match, with not a thing out of place.
Excitement tingled not just in her belly, but all the way to her head. At Courtney’s hasty gesture, the vines binding Richard’s limbs loosened. His sturdy body crashed roughly to the floor.
“Ugh…”
Richard’s legs were so weak he couldn’t get up right away. The tentacle that had been teasing his rear slipped out with a soft sound. He felt more regret than relief. His back hole gaped, unable to close completely.
Bracing himself on the floor with his palm, he finally looked up and met Courtney’s gaze.
She looked down at him and gave a firm command.
“Suck.”
There was no need to ask, “What?” At some point, she had pulled up her skirt, and right in front of his eyes wasn’t the hem of an ornate dress, but a woman’s bare s*x. Black hair grew sparsely on the fair mound, glistening with fresh moisture.
Richard gulped unconsciously. Courtney grabbed his hesitant head and forced him to look up at her.
“You want me to stuff this in that filthy back hole of yours, don’t you?”
This was never what Richard wanted. Or rather, to be precise, it was something he’d never even dared dream of. All he’d ever wanted was to have a normal marriage with a woman of ordinary tastes, sneaking private satisfaction in moments alone.
But now, a dream he hadn’t even dared to hope for was about to come true. It was too sweet a temptation to kick away.
Like he was under a spell, he opened his mouth.
