The Black Chair
Ethan stripped her until nothing remained but her thigh-high stockings, her garter belt, and her underwear, then gently kneaded the breasts still cupped in her bra. His large, rough hands brushed her pink nipples and carefully crushed them between his fingers.
"Mmm..."
A moan slipped from Roina before she could stop it. As if silently discharging a duty, Ethan pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder and carefully guided one hand between her petals.
She had no idea when he had prepared it, but a slick fluid already coated his fingers. The cold of it made her flinch. A moment later his fingers slid along her most intimate place and rubbed, and the heat of his body set that secret flesh burning.
When a fingertip grazed her clitoris, a furtive pleasure began to creep in. She twisted at the waist, trying to escape his hand, but Ethan caught her pelvis with the other and hauled her up. Against that knight's unyielding strength, resistance was impossible.
The crown prince let out a sigh and drew his penis from her mouth. The rigidly erect shaft sprang free of her small lips. When Roina looked up at him in confusion, he traced her mouth with a finger and smiled, small and private.
"Today I thought we'd try something new. Something you'll enjoy."
A corner of her heart went cold. An ominous feeling settled over her. Those words meant this would not be like the other times—and whenever it was not like the other times, misfortune found her without fail.
Even as he spoke, Ethan, who had been diligently working her all the while, suddenly lifted her off the ground. The crown prince jerked his chin toward his bedchamber.
Startled, Roina thrashed on reflex, but she could not overcome a man so much larger than she was. Ethan could have held her in a single arm.
Ignoring her struggles, he carried her into a small room set off to one side of the crown prince's bedchamber. Something new waited there—something she had never seen.
At a glance it resembled a black litter floating in midair, woven entirely of sleek tentacles. The moment she entered, the thing writhed once, and a chill of fear crawled over her skin.
"Y-Your Highness... you can't mean..."
"Heh. Why? Already looking forward to it? What a lewd little thing you are."
It was absurd. She thrashed harder, and the unidentified thing heaved as if answering her.
Revulsion rose in her. It felt dark and damp. If the crown prince used it for the purpose she feared, humiliation was certain. She knew exactly what he wanted, and still her body recoiled with a refusal she could not force down.
"I—I don't want this...!"
"How dishonest you are. Your body is already like this..."
He thrust a hand between her legs and pushed his fingers into the slick cleft Ethan had just been stimulating.
"Ah—!"
Squelch.
The sudden intrusion stabbed her with a foreignness that was also, horribly, familiar. Even so, her lower mouth—long since trained—sucked at his fingers, opening and closing around them.
"...saying it wants this."
Squelch, squelch.
Wearing a satisfied smile, the crown prince worked his fingers back and forth, stirring her insides. She twisted with her whole body, but the solid arms behind her locked around her and would not let her go. All she could feel at her back was heat and densely corded muscle.
Delighted by her response, he added another finger and drove straight at the place that felt everything. Unable to fight even that insolent hand, Roina could only sink deeper into Ethan's hold.
Heat flared up from her secret flesh. A short breath escaped her before she knew it. The fluid Ethan had smeared across his hand was clearly no ordinary thing. Every time those long, elegant fingers stirred her, every time they grazed her clitoris, something hot spread through her as if knocking at a dam. It was far too much.
Roberto smiled, bright and beautiful. In his neat clothes, with that angelic face and long golden lashes fluttering as his eyes curved, he looked nothing like what his hands were doing. He stimulated her secret place with an air of perfect innocence.
She truly did not want to feel it, but Roberto knew her body too well. Years of leaving no corner unexplored had made that inevitable. Ethan, waiting in silence for whatever order he had been given, belatedly began to lick the nape of her neck and the tip of her ear. The soft, wet touch on those sensitive places sent a shiver racing from her nape all the way down her spine.
"Haa—!"
His hand stabbed relentlessly at the spot inside her lower belly, and at last Roina's body tipped into arousal despite her. Just as orgasm came rushing in and her breath went high and fevered, the crown prince stopped as suddenly as he had begun. He wanted her desperate. And she was—when the wave that had been surging toward its peak broke off short of the crest, a flash of regret struck her before she could deny it. Tears clung to the corners of her eyes as she glared at Roberto without meaning to.
At that sharp, catlike glare, the crown prince shuddered in rapture. Roina realized her mistake at once, but there was nothing she could do about it.
While she hung limp, Ethan pushed her into the unidentified tentacle chair. She let out a short scream and grabbed for his shoulder, but the pleasure of moments before had left her strengthless, and her grip failed—all the more because the black tentacles slapped against her in an instant and hauled her in hard.
With a hiss, the clothes they touched melted away. A faint disgust drove her to pull free, but the more she fought, the tighter they bound her, as if she were sinking into a swamp.
The many tentacles were sticky, slick, soft, and cold. One that had slapped onto her thigh and wound around it slid like a snake across her secret place, then seized her other thigh and her ankle and yanked them wide against her will, baring her sex completely.
The rest of her fared no better. Tentacles wound both arms, gathered her wrists into a single binding, and tightened the harder she struggled. Against every instinct to curl inward, the more fiercely she moved, the wider her body was opened. Other tentacles crept insidiously up her, brushing her navel, her breasts, her sensitive nipples. It felt as if dozens—hundreds—of wet tongues had found every erogenous place on her and were licking their way upward.
Roina kept thrashing in revulsion, and the tentacles only grew more blatant for it. Worse, apart from anything she wanted, her body heated under the unavoidable stimulation of those sensitive places.
The crown prince watched as if savoring a magnificent view, licking his lips. His own arousal remained swollen, flaunting its presence.
"Roina, you really are a hopelessly lewd woman. You do know that magic tool stimulates you more the harder you struggle, don't you?"
Roina's eyes went wide. He had surely withheld that fact on purpose until it was too late. She opened her mouth to speak, but another tentacle shot inside, and all that escaped her was a strange moan. Unwilling to bite down on it, she could not close her mouth at all.
When she stopped moving, the tentacles ceased tightening and ceased forcing open the parts she wanted hidden. But her pale body was already spread wide enough—full breasts, pink nipples, and the soft inner thighs laid bare.
Tentacles tangled her into a mess. Though she had gone still, they went on stroking every corner of her, slow and simmering. She could not help twitching, and each twitch made them answer by greedily licking her sensitive places. Staying still only made the insidious caress feel more stimulating.
As if it knew she felt things along her nape and back, one tentacle slid the length of her spine in a barely-there graze, and she shuddered. Another seized her pale breast hard, sucked her nipple as if to latch onto it, and rolled it in slow circles.
One even slipped into the cleft of her buttocks, and for the first time in her life she learned that place was sensitive too. When it crept along the cleft and stroked the entrance of her anus, a ticklish feeling came with a slow, deep heat rising inside her. Unable to close her mouth, she could not swallow the sobbing sound that broke from her on reflex.
The sight of her twitching helplessly as her body grew hotter was, even viewed objectively, a spectacle. Her underwear and stockings had melted in patches, lewdly baring skin, and pale flesh showed between the black tentacles in stark contrast.
From her open mouth came intermittent, pleading whimpers that fouled the air further. Even Ethan, hanging back like a man of stone, swallowed hard without meaning to.
"As expected. An expensive magic tool earns its price."
The crown prince smiled in satisfaction and slowly approached her.
"Hnnngh...!"
A slender tentacle burrowed into her from behind. Revulsion made Roina shudder, but just as the crown prince had said, the more largely she moved, the tighter the tentacles clenched.