The Crown Prince's Courtesan - Chapter 1
Prologue
Her body was all white and red. Her tender skin was so delicate that every time a hand gripped her, it left marks so dark they seemed cruel.
“Hngh, please…”
Despite her pitiful pleading, the other remained silent. And yet, the way he looked at her like he would devour her was louder than any words.
Through blurred vision, Marie looked up at the large man looming over her, tears streaming down until she could hardly see. Even through the drenched haze, his violet eyes were sharp as blades.
Then, the thick, cutting scent of a dominant Alpha’s pheromones tore through Marie’s once-calm reason. A slow creaking sound rose from beneath her, accompanied by a gasp.
“Ah!”
Her pale body jolted like a fish caught on a skewer, but the fingers teasing her soaked depths moved with unbearable leisure. Marie thrashed, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Please, stop…”
Every time she moved her head, her scalp pulled. A fistful of sweaty red hair was caught in the man’s grip. Hot breath brushed against the tips of her erxct nxxples.
“Hmph!”
Creak, squelch. The thing embedded in her gradually picked up speed. Frictional heat spread. Pleasure bloomed in the gaze that watched her come undone.
She knew it all, and yet she panted like an animal in heat. Tears flooded her eyes. Her toes curled with the searing heat of each thick finger thrusting inside.
The large hand that held her head slid down her skin like a greedy beast, clutching her smooth, milky thigh. The rough, inconsiderate touch hurt and throbbed as if it would make her burst. But her body, now accustomed to both pain and pleasure, interpreted even that as ecstasy and clenched around the intrusion.
“Huuh, uh…”
It was maddening. The only sound filling the silence, where not even a drop of water moved, was the wet, slick noise. It was difficult to breathe. As she held her breath against the now-familiar weight of emotion and shut her eyes to block out her vision, the silence broke.
“Why are you closing your eyes?”
“…!”
Her shoulders tensed at the cold voice. As if he didn’t like the look of it, the man poking around below thrust harder. The hole widened and swallowed another thick finger.
“Are you not going to say anything?”
“Hmph…!”
The hand that had spread her thighs wide slid upward, like it was playing an instrument. The damp entrance swallowed the thick-knuckled fingers with obscene eagerness.
Schlup, schlup, schlup. It didn’t sound too different from a thick cxck slapping against her vxgxnal walls as he pounded at her pleasure points. The flesh beneath jerked and writhed in a rhythm not unlike the throbbing of his manhood.
“Hhh, uh, uh!”
Another thick finger pushed into this Omega’s soaked hole, spreading it wide open, and then another, and another. Four fingers now.
Marie shuddered, terrified that his fist might enter her, though it never did.
“Marie.”
She was used to keeping her mouth shut and holding back a groan at his call. You can’t defile the ears of a nobleman with your vulgarity, can you? That’s what he said himself.
But every time he touched a sensitive spot, she couldn’t help but whisper: please, please. She muttered under her breath. Then the man’s voice grew cold.
“Is that all you can say?”
“Ugh, please, please…”
“No, Marie.”
What do you mean no? It was so frustrating. Didn’t you tell me not to say anything before? Ah, no — wasn’t that something he said?
Lately, her thoughts have been unclear; reason kept snapping in and out amidst the waves of pleasure. Her chest was bruised all over, and her body sticky with s***n.
“Marie, open your eyes and look at me.”
“Ah—ugh!”
The Alpha, overflowing with lust, grabbed the Omega’s pheromone-melted hips and pulled her closer. The soft bed sheets became rumpled. Like prey trapped under a massive beast, Marie trembled helplessly, looking up at the man before her.
No matter how many times she experienced it, she never got used to the way she was spread wide open on the bed, practically naked like a beast, and the man looking down at her with indifferent eyes.
At some point, unable to ignore his relentless gaze, their eyes met. She tried to squeeze them shut again, but a sneer like escaping air cut through her defenses, making it impossible to look away. Why did he smile like that? Whenever he smiled like that, it always meant…
“There’s no use pretending to be pure now.”
Yes, those painful words poured out.
“You’re my courtesan.”
“Hmph…”
“Marie, your hole…”
She didn’t know if it was those words or her throbbing entrance that made her feel that pain that she could never get used to.
Thud, a sharp sound echoed
“For swallowing and sucking on mine so much.”
“Ah!”
From the start, the only thing covering her body was a thin, translucent chemise. But even that was ripped away by rough hands.
“Like this.”
Marie flinched at the rough hand that grabbed her bare b****t.
“So vulgar.”
At the same time, her sensitive inner walls quivered and clenched, threatening to swallow the probing fingers.
“Delicious, and you suck so lewdly.”
“Ugh…”
“My courtesan. You are mine.”
He kissed her gently on the bridge of her nose. Or maybe it was just a brush.
“Marie, open your eyes and look at me.”
