The Mark That Would Not Fade
She was shaken. There had, of course, been times when the crown prince wanted her from behind and she had given him that place. But she could swear this was the first time she had ever been entered while feeling a pleasure so ticklish it crawled under her skin. Whenever he drove into her from behind, she had only endured the pain and prayed for the moment to pass.
This was different. When the tentacle pushed its slick body into her rear and crept slowly in and out, a prickling pleasure stole over her. And through that pleasure, another tentacle closed over her clitoris.
It had worried every other sensitive place with relentless insistence, yet it had never touched her sex directly. The moment the crown prince flicked his hand, as if permission had at last been granted, one tentacle drew her clitoris in and sucked.
“Hnn… ah!”
Another wanton sound escaped her before she could stop it. The tentacle that had claimed her from behind swelled by degrees, then began to tremble from within, as though coaxing still more sensation out of her. She flinched and writhed in alarm, but the more she struggled, the more dozens of slick tentacles squirmed against her—her nipples, her clitoris, her belly and her back, even the tender inner flesh between her arms and her armpits—clinging and sliding, stimulating every inch.
At the size of her reaction, the tentacle at her nipple went so far as to pinch it, then immediately sucked hard at her breast. At the same time the one latched to her clitoris began to quiver, and she thought she might go mad. When Ethan and the crown prince had taken her together, she had believed that was the limit of being stimulated at once. She had never imagined they would prepare something worse. Fierce shame, and a pleasure greater still, set her trembling in fine little shivers.
Roberto came closer at an unhurried pace and reached for Roina’s bared white breasts. The tentacles slid aside as if yielding their place to their master, and he caught one breast easily in his hand and crushed it. Soft and yielding, it could not keep its rounded shape; it filled his palm to bursting. Under that crushing pressure Roina could not hold back, and an ah! broke from her at once. Unlike her usual self, the moan came without the slightest delay.
Small wonder. With tentacles plastered over her whole body, all of them intent on wringing pleasure from her, endurance was no longer possible. The one that had entered her from behind and swollen there, and the one adhered to her clitoris, vibrated in a low thrum and drew the sensation out of her.
She tried with everything she had to feel less. Her body, already heated past all reason, betrayed her will and twisted toward the pleasure.
She had never believed the claim that a woman could feel it from behind. Now she had no choice but to learn what that feeling was. The tentacle inside her anus trembled without pause, warmly worrying something ticklish deep within her, while the one stuck fast so she could not escape greedily worked her from the front.
She could not move so much as an inch. She was sinking into a swamp of pleasure. Her lower belly burned, and her breath came short. A strange sensation packed her front and her back, and every other sensitive place besides, driving her hard.
That was when the crown prince, without a word of warning, split her open and thrust in.
“Hhk! Ah—aah!!”
He was hot.
The moment his burning shaft cleaved into her, she felt as if her mind might come completely undone. She wanted to shake her head and pull away, but even that was denied her; the tentacles had her bound, and she was not free.
As her head tossed, the tentacle teasing the shell of her ear dragged over her, wet and clinging. It was an entirely new sensation. Perhaps because of the one trembling behind her and asserting its presence so tightly, the man who had parted her petals and entered gave her a feeling she had never known. Lewd moans kept spilling out of her. They were coquettish sounds she could hardly believe had come from her own mouth, but she no longer had the room even to think of that.
Roberto, as if satisfied, seized both her breasts and drove his hips up into her.
“Aah—you’re gripping tighter than ever. Kh!”
“Nn, hnn, hnaah! Ahng! Haaah!!”
Everything she had felt before was nothing. Every pleasure tangled together and stormed through her. The tentacle at her clitoris shivered and contracted hard, and inside her a hot sensation burst all at once, like fireworks going off. Roberto, of course, did not stop. He kept thrusting into the softest, hottest place in her.
She reached her peak, trembling violently and crying out, and still he did not stop. The climax she had taken for a brief burst of sparks went on, swelling. She had thought she could bear no further stimulation, yet a greater peak followed like a wave—a second, then a third.
The vibration behind her shook harder and drove into her, and each time Roberto’s length pushed in and drew out she clenched around him and held on. The pleasure was so enormous she thought she might faint. Before she knew it she was caught in the crown prince’s hands, clinging to his neck and begging.
One hand at her waist, the other wrapped around her back, he pistoned into her with fervor. Every time he drove up from below, she felt as if her body were being split in half. For reasons she could not fathom, the tentacle seated behind her remained even after it had come apart from the rest, and went on tormenting her.
“Hnaah, aahng! Hn! Ah! Your—High—I, nn—ha!”
“Yes—ha, Roina—ugh…!”
Sounds spilled out that might have been moans or a title; she could no longer tell. In this moment she did not care who was holding her. Only the hot thing joining inside her mattered. Each time it split her and drove in, she was shaken helplessly by the pleasure.
The crown prince soon caught her waist, rocked his hips hard, and moved faster still—then stopped and spent himself inside her. She felt his body shudder, and the hot seed spreading through her, exactly as it was. He rolled his hips a little more, as if determined to push his seed deeper, and drove his penis farther into Roina. He had already come once, and still he was half-hard; the crown prince seemed no more in his right mind than she was.
Ravaged by violent, unending pleasure, Roina felt every last bit of strength drain out of her. As she started to collapse, the crown prince’s hands caught her upper body. Roberto looked at her, smiled sweetly, licked the tears gathered in her eyes with his tongue, and kissed her.
She had no strength left to resist, and took his mouth as it came. Unbelievably, the kiss was warm, soft, and tender. He drew gently on her lower lip, then tangled her tongue and slowly swept the roof of her mouth, as if to soothe her.
She tried to hold on to a mind already going dim, but she grew so hazy she could scarcely tell who was kissing her.
He carried her, just as she was, to somewhere soft. Wrapped between plush, downy cushions, she felt hands stroking her body. Whatever had been inside her—tentacle or something else—slipped smoothly out. What remained was a tender touch, and the hot shaft still filling her. The length that had spent itself once and lingered warmly inside her began, little by little, to swell again.
Unlike that greedily growing size, the movements that followed were strangely gentle. As if to reward her for what the black tentacles had done, kisses settled over her like down. The man moving slowly inside her left her a heavy, muted orgasm, and yet the feeling grew more and more comfortable. What would not leave her only stirred her slowly and warmly, as though it wished the seed packed within her would seep in and stay.
In the end she could not keep her eyes from closing.
Star…?
She found the word strange, but with that thought as the last of them, she sank into sleep.
When Roina opened her eyes the next day, one thought came first.
Damn it.
The crown prince had a new instrument. And one of that caliber. It was almost certainly a magic tool bought for a fortune—something not even a crown prince could obtain with ease.
Roina lifted a hand and took stock of her body. A bruise remained on her wrist. That had never happened to her, not once, since she had come to this world. She had felt uneasy about that magic tool from the start, and the marks it had left on her had not been erased. They remained exactly as they were. Displeasure sharpened, and she frowned.
When she sat up, the white silk coverlet slid down the length of her body. Pale sunlight poured into the crown prince’s old-fashioned bedchamber, and she alone sat on the wide, incongruously plush bed.
Whether it was meant as a consideration for her, she could not say, but today she had been left alone in the room. She glanced once around her, then set her feet on the floor beside the bed. A strange feeling struck her, and she felt at her neck. A soft click—the necklace that marked her as the crown prince’s plaything still hung at her throat. And yet…
A chill ran through her, and she swallowed. Something felt different.
She closed her eyes and focused on the necklace. Something had changed. Groping carefully, she followed the necklace’s energy. The magic that kept her from running was the same. The binding that kept her from defying Roberto was the same as well. And then…