The Crown Prince's Courtesan - Chapter 2 🔞
Anguished, the sneer from the maid she’d brushed past earlier that day still stung.
‘Do you really have no idea who those eyes of yours resemble?’
’I think I understand why His Highness holds someone as insignificant as you.’
’Surely you’re not deluded into thinking His Highness dotes on you because of some amazing pheromones?’
‘Not a chance!’
The cold truth she wanted to forget spread chillingly in her chest. Just as she tried to turn her head, the finger probing inside her suddenly slipped out.
“Ah!”
For a moment, her whole body trembled at the sensation of cold air creeping into an opening that hadn’t yet closed. Then Marie’s eyes snapped wide open.
“Ugh…!”
Because something hot and wet greedily sucked on her nxxple, already taut with pleasure.
“Y-Your Highness! I don’t like—!”
Her vision flashed bright. There was no answer. Russell’s head clung to her bare chest, the suction of his mouth unbearable. Slurp, slurp, loud sucking noises echoed, blatantly audible.
Ah!
“Hu, uh, Y-Your Highness, ah, ahh! Stop!”
A moan burst forth as if she had been holding it back all along. Her whole body convulsed, and her vision flashed white. Every time she was sucked fiercely, hot fluids and Omega pheromones poured out from down there without any shame.
Her body, now accustomed to the pleasure the man gave, convulsed in delight even as his rough sucking on her swollen nxxples and the grinding motion between his teeth brought her a brief climax.
“Haa, ugh, ngh!”
Before she knew it, Marie was lifting her hips. Pleasure always made her mind go numb like this.
She forgot the cold reality, the miserable situation, and just wanted to reach out to the man in front of her. She wanted to hold him tightly with both arms.
Quickly, please, quickly. She whimpered like a whxre, remembering the sensation of having something thick inside her.
Good. So good. Give me your pheromones. Fxck me quickly. I’m your courtesan, I’m your Omega, you’re driving me crazy!
At her urging, Russell opened his mouth even wider, sucking and nibbling on Marie’s brxxst as if to swallow it whole. Her pale waist arched sharply and trembled.
“Haaahng!”
When a gush of juices finally poured out of the hole, her bruised n****e slipped from his mouth. A sticky, clear strand stretched out sensually before suddenly snapping.
Marie watched it all, panting and crying. The cold gaze that looked down on her, as if accusing her of losing control, was merciless. She had been trampled so mercilessly every time that she now felt indifferent to the pain.
“Marie.”
She closed her eyes.
Please don’t call me that, Your Highness.
“Marie Alphrose.”
Please, don’t call me that. Don’t shake me like this.
“My courtesan.”
Ah, please no.
Not when you won’t give it to me. Not when you won’t give me anything.
He only called her name like that when he wanted something. So she kept mistaking it — for care, for need. Again and again.
It had been like a wheel turning endlessly. She knew it. She’d seen it coming.
But the ache still welled up in her eyes.
Russell was a cruel man — merciless in ways that never lessened.
As if her silence displeased him, his hand clamped down roughly on her reddened chest. Marie flinched. In the end, she whispered, barely a plea.
“Your Highness… please, no more.”
“Your work isn’t over yet, is it?”
“I’m tired. If you’ll just give me a break.”
“No. Release your pheromones.”
“Hmm…”
Without thinking, the Omega’s pheromones leaked out, thick and obscene.
He tasted it like something sweet, savoring it as though her feelings meant nothing. As if none of it mattered to him, he simply carried on. Between her legs, now spread wide open, his hard body pressed in deeper.
He grabbed her limp thighs, pulling them close, the swollen tip of him slowly dragging over her slick entrance. He was hot, unrelenting. Her pale legs trembled, caught fast. Then came his voice, low and dangerous.
“Marie, don’t run away.”
“…”
“Remember this. What I give you…”
The Alpha pinned her down as he whispered, flooding the air with pheromones thick enough to choke. It was overpowering. Her breath caught. Her heart squeezed tight.
Russell’s cxck grew monstrous in size as he watched Marie’s dilated pupils. The swollen, blunt tip pressed against her. He drove upward with a force that ground against her entrance, as if to anchor himself there.
“Whatever it is, take it. Understood?”
“Ahh…!”
“Don’t forget, Marie.”
Russell’s thick cxck dug slowly into her moistened entrance. Marie’s little hole opened wide, the slow entry making her breathless. Was the feeling of being overwhelmed again and again just an illusion? And was the sense that some part of her heart was dying every time she gave in to him also just a trick of her mind?
“Don’t blame me. This was your choice.”
“Hmph!”
“I am your master.”
“Hm, I, Your Highness….”
“You are mine.”
Thud! The thick pilar was cruelly thrust into her tender hole, all the way to the root.
* * *
“…”
Marie let out a long sigh.
Her eyelids felt heavy and dry. The air was cool. The early morning bedroom was quiet, as if the intense passion of the night before had been nothing but a lie.
The bed sheets — once soiled and stained as she lay there, legs spread wide — had been quietly replaced by the royal maids, leaving them soft and pristine once again. Yet to Marie Alphrose, it was just another ordinary day, stirring no feeling at all.
Today, too.
‘I survived.’
Despite the overwhelming exhaustion, she habitually reached out her hand to the side. All she could feel was the soft touch of the blanket — no one was there.
Alone again. Alone once more.
A familiar loneliness brushed against her skin. No matter how many times she felt it, it always left her chest hollowed out. A bitter smile escaped her lips. Yes, what did he say last night? That it was her choice. What face had he worn when he said that? It wasn’t wrong. It was bitterly so.
Marie whispered softly to herself,
“You’re right, Your Highness.”
Yes, I sold myself to you.
In her clear eyes flowed a sharp self-mockery. But what made her feel even more miserable was the fact that, even if she could go back in time, she would still take the hand Russell had offered her.
Because that choice was, in some way, her only salvation.
Still, there was one thing — she shouldn’t have let him into her heart. If she had, she wouldn’t be suffering like this now. That was what she regretted.
“It’s cold…”
Beyond her trembling eyelids, Marie’s memories began to rewind swiftly to the moment when all this had begun.
It was a day filled with pain and hard breaths.
That day, she met him. Russell. Her Alpha. Her master. The heir to the Kingdom of Crocus. The nobleman who took in a courtesan.
Someone who could never truly be hers…
Her unrequited love.
