The Crown Prince's Courtesan - Chapter 22 🔞
Marie’s face went rigid.
“You mean…here?”
He nodded.
“Yes. On my lap.”
“But…”
“Is there a problem?”
He makes me feel like taking my clothes off.
The whispered command was cruel. The slight motion urging her forward made her cheeks burn scarlet.
Even without that, her body — an Omega’s body, exposed for the first time to a proper dose of Alpha pheromones — was already instinctively preparing for the night on its own
Yet the raw and palpable shame made her hesitate for just a moment. And in that moment, Russell’s pheromones grew sharper and more forceful.
“Must I undress you myself?”
“N-no. I’ll… I’ll do it.”
It seemed her master had very little patience for moments like this. Marie wiped a hand down her burning face and began shifting atop his lap, trying to move as little as possible.
‘Hff—’
She looped her fingers around the thin shoulder strap of her chemise, hesitated, then clenched her eyes shut. Her shoulder was exposed. The fabric slid down, brushing her skin as it fell away. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she lifted her leg with her eyes still closed. Now, only her undergarments remained.
Haa… She exhaled a trembling breath and paused for a moment before his large hand gripped her slender waist.
“…!”
“I’m bored of waiting.”
The grip was strong and unyielding. At the same time, she felt the brush of his breath near her ear.
“Earn your worth, courtesan.”
The insult and humiliation pierced her chest like a blade. But the Alpha pheromones, carried with his breath, soaked into her senses, dulling even those emotions into something foggy and distant.
Marie blinked through the damp blur clouding her vision. Those violet eyes shone vividly enough to almost completely entrance her. With every deep breath she took, the scent of the forest moistened the inside of her mouth, clinging to her tongue.
‘This is something I have to do.’
Steeling herself, Marie began to release her pheromones more deliberately. Even so, the beautiful violet gaze betrayed not the slightest flicker of reaction. By now, his Alpha instincts must have been twisted and tangled in unbearable arousal, but he remained perfectly composed. Cold, even.
His touch, however, told a different story.
“…Your Highness.”
“Hmm.”
“If you could loosen your grip a little… ngh.”
His hands, now clamped almost crushingly around her waist, moved without hesitation and slipped beneath her undergarments. With the hem of her dress lifting, his hand ran hot against her bare a*s. Leaning close, he brought his face to her shoulder and inhaled.
Marie flinched at the feel of his hot breath.
“It smells like grapefruit.”
“Your Highness… you smell like the forest.”
“……”
“……”
His gaze was scorching. Russell’s eyes roamed openly over Marie’s disheveled form. In that moment, she was fiercely contemplating whether she was also expected to undress him.
Then suddenly — whoosh. Her vision tilted upward. He’d lifted her from his lap and stood.
“Ahk!”
Startled by the sensation of her body rising, Marie clutched at the nearest thing she could hold onto.
It was Russell’s face.
His nose landed squarely between her brxxsts. He made a dry, almost amused smirk. Somehow, the stiff tension in the air loosened a little.
His breath against her skin was searing.
“Are you asking me to suck them?”
“…Th-that was a mistake. I’m sorry—ah!”
At the sound, Marie flushed fiercely and dropped her arms, nearly stumbling backward. But this time, Russell pulled her close, holding her firmly. His hot breath brushed again between her brxxsts.
“…!”
Then came a wet sound. Her delicate flesh was being sucked.
Still cradled in his arms, the man greedily sucked and licked her pale, soft skin. A ticklish, burning sensation poured over her tender flesh.
Marie clung to him with her legs spread wide, feeling unbearable heat spreading deep into her belly. Ah, ah… her vision wavered.
“Ah, ah, Your Highness… please, stop…hngh.”
She sobbed out long, helpless moans like a beast in heat. Russell, without hesitation, lifted her underwear and tore the fabric. The cold air instantly touched her exposed skin.
“Hmm, wait, ah!”
Russell said nothing. His steps toward the bed were ruthless. Terrified of falling, Marie clung to him desperately, pressing his face against her chest.
The contact grew hotter and wetter. A warm, slick tongue trailed long strokes across her bare, uncovered brxxst.
“…!”
The tongue curved, tracing the shape of her brxxst before pulling away. The man opened his mouth wide, sucking deeply on her pert nxxple.
“Hah, haa!”
The sensitive pleasure ignited her trembling belly and soaked her Omega hole. Marie blinked rapidly, unaware of the wetness between her legs.
The Alpha seemed to derive immense fascination from sucking her brxxsts, licking and consuming the trembling Omega convulsing in his touch.
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