A Star Cast to the Ground
Yes—I provoked him on purpose. But this…
Ethan had folded nearly in half to gather her smaller body against his own, and he was staring at her without blinking. The moment their eyes met, the intensity in his—somewhere already slipped off its axis—sent a chill racing through her.
Danger…!!
“Haah!!”
He drove his hips upward.
The thick, deep thrust of him sent a heavy pleasure welling up from low in her belly. He no longer asked her anything. His teeth clicked hard together, and he hauled her in close and drove into her with brutal force. She felt as if she had been shut inside a very small prison. He was using neither restraints nor a magical implement, as he had before, and yet she felt bound all the same.
“Hhh—ah! Ah! Aaah!! Wait—haah!!”
She was shaken helplessly by the force of him and, in the end, could only throw her arms around his neck and let her moans spill out without defense. A faint frown crossed his face at the sweat sliding down his skin. He braced her against the wall and lifted her thighs in both hands.
With her legs pointed toward the ceiling, she felt him even more nakedly. Her swollen, feverishly aroused flesh sucked him in to the hilt and trembled deep inside. She shuddered and shook her head, but it was already too late.
Ethan did not stop. He drove into her quickly, again and again, and every time his manhood entered her, Roina clung to him beneath the force of the pleasure.
“Haaang! Anh! Anh!”
“Kh—”
And then he stopped.
Their rough breathing filled the room. With a faintly desolate look on his face, Ethan kissed her just above the eyes. Tears had already gathered there, trembling, and he licked them away with his tongue as reverently as if he were drinking dew sent down by a god.
“I am… truly sorry.”
Light as a butterfly’s wingbeat, his lips pressed over her face, her throat, her collarbones. It was almost worship.
Ticklish under those feather-light kisses, heat pooling low in her belly, Roina curled her toes and tightened without meaning to. She felt the man inside her twitch, stark and unmistakable. The moment she clenched, the mouth that had been holding him shut hard around him.
“Ngh… Lady Roina……”
A low groan scraped up out of his throat, as if it were dragging along the floor. He lifted her legs until her calves rested over his shoulders. At the sudden change in position, her slick petals closed tight once more.
Roina’s mind went pure white.
“Haak…!”
“Ut… kh!”
Incredibly, she felt him strike her inner walls even harder, even more forcefully—as if, until a moment ago, he had been holding himself back. The pillar driving in to the very root seemed as though it might split her body in two.
An unknowable, violent longing; a frantic hunger; the guilty thrill of committing what was forbidden—all of it tangled together and dropped them into the mire. What remained in their heads was only the fevered satisfaction of having become one, and a hunger like a beast’s. The wet, obscene sound of flesh striking flesh. Their moans. Urgent kisses. The raw smell of sweat and seed.
In the midst of that ruin, Roina felt, for reasons she could not name, a strange rapture—and a strange freedom.
When it all climbed to its peak, the huge man shuddered hard and spent himself in her deepest place. Roina could not clearly remember whether she had climaxed then, or how. She only drew rough breaths, a peculiar, piercing exhilaration rising from somewhere deep in her heart, still holding the knight who had hungered for her.
The muscles that had been thrashing to their limit only moments before were hugely swollen and burning, refusing to cool, rising and falling with his breath. A drop of sweat rolled from the point of his chin.
Clutching the goddess who was his alone, Ethan fell with her to the bottom of the mire.
Still half-hard inside her, he instinctively rocked his penis a couple of times more, then hesitated and withdrew. The guilt of a man who had crossed every line rose across his face. But nowhere in that expression was there regret.
Seeing it, Roina smiled like a languid cat.
She looked so much like a little devil that Ethan stared, dazed, and found even that lovable. And she was. Beneath him, her white body bare, shameless in her satisfaction, wearing a playful smile—he found her terribly dear. The feeling of having dropped into the abyss in a single instant coexisted with a base and enormous joy: even so, he had won her completely.
A footstep.
Then a third presence brushed his ear. Ethan, in the middle of straightening his clothes, whipped his head around in shock, and Roina, still beneath him, startled with him.
“Had yourselves quite the entertainment, I see.”
“……!!”
The crown prince was smiling thinly from the doorway. He came toward them at a slow, unhurried pace. Ethan dropped to his knees at once and bowed his head deeply toward the floor.
“I…”
Just as Ethan opened his mouth to speak, the crown prince’s boot came down hard on the back of his head. With a heavy crack, Ethan’s skull struck the floor, and red blood spattered as far as Roina beside him.
Steel hissed free of its sheath. The crown prince drew the sword at his waist, his eyes a killing blue, and the chill, sharp sound rang in Roina’s ear.
“Kh. Filthy slut. I give you a dog, and you go and play with the dog?”
He raised the sword high and brought it down toward the huge man under his foot—toward Ethan.
“Kyaaah—!!”
Roina screamed from sheer bodily terror. In that instant a fierce spark leapt. A transparent barrier had formed over Ethan’s body and met the crown prince’s blade.
“Ha?”
Crown Prince Roberto’s eyes went wide. At once his gaze shifted to Roina. Against her white skin, a violent red had been added.
She herself did not understand what had happened; she was staring at the barrier in shock. She did not seem to know it, but in her wide-open eyes a small golden vortex was turning.
A star fallen to the earth, rolling in the dirt.
The phrase cut through the crown prince’s mind. The corner of his mouth lifted, and a cruel madness entered his eyes. He flung the sword aside at once and seized Roina by the hair.
“Kyaaah!!!”
“Do it again. Ha! Do it again, you whore.”
The crushing grip felt as though it would tear her scalp from her skull. The crown prince dragged her down off the table and hauled her along like a dog. As she was dragged toward that black magical tool from before, she thrashed desperately, trying to resist his hand, but it was useless.
A hot, searing pain flared in her throat. The nameless fullness that had been storming in her chest suddenly lost its way and thrashed. Something hot surged up. Unable to hold it back, she spat, and a dark mass of blood poured out.
As if he had expected it, the crown prince did not so much as blink. He threw Roina straight onto the black magical tool. The black thing rose as if it had been waiting and wound itself around her white body. A slick, lukewarm, revolting sensation crawled up her skin.
“Seems you liked getting fucked by a dog. Ha. Then I’ll grant your wish and stuff you full of cum. Can’t hide that lowborn blood—sniffing after any cock you can find, greedy as a beggar.”
The crown prince smiled brightly, prettily, but rage and madness he could not hide slept inside it.
Roina wanted to run. Since vomiting blood, though, her insides were a wreck, and no strength would enter her body. Even if she had possessed any, she was bound by this loathsome magical tool and could not have moved.
The tool writhed strangely, as if it were alive, and devoured the sight of her body with greed. It felt as though someone were licking down every inch of her skin, and Roina shuddered. Long tentacles bound her hands together and lifted them, and she hung limp. Those same tentacles licked, without fail and without mercy, up each of her sensitive places.
As if she had given up, Roina shut her eyes entirely.
Then came a soft, dragging sound, and a low groan. Ethan’s voice. Roina’s eyes flew open in shock. The man who, only a little while ago, had held her as if she were precious was sprawled on the floor, and Roberto stood over him with a sword, his eyes shining with cruelty.
“Ah…”
Roina’s jaw trembled. She saw the crown prince’s sword sink into Ethan’s forearm with a wet thrust, and the man biting down hard on his lip, unable to endure the pain, crying out.
Roberto curled his lips into an elegant smile. Golden lashes lowered, and a smile rose that looked genuinely delighted. The cruel man with an angel’s face twisted the buried sword and let out a vulgar laugh.
“Is this how you wagged your cock at what’s mine? Ah—or was it not like this?”
He pulled the sword free, then lifted his foot and struck Ethan across the face. The blow was so hard that, for a moment, Ethan could not keep his balance.
“Ngh… forgive me…”
“Ah, so you had a wonderful time? Feels good, biting the master who feeds you? Who told you to touch what’s mine without my order?”