The Runaway Maid is Loved by the Archmage - Chapter 22
With a hiss, her clothing melted and disappeared away in an instant against the tentacle’s touch. She tried to pull away from them in mild disgust, but the more she tried, the more they entangled her like a swamp.
Several of the tentacles were slimy and slippery, curling and cold, and the one that had clung to her thigh slithered like a snake, probing her intimate parts, and then grabbed her other thigh and ankle, forcing them to spread apart against her will, exposing her p*ssy on full display.
The rest of her body was the same. The tentacles wrapped around her arms as well, binding her wrists together, tightening as she struggled. Against her will, the harder she struggled, the more her body opened up. Other tentacles slithered up her body, touching her belly button, her br*asts, her sensitive n*****s, her every erogenous zone, and she felt dozens and dozens of wet tongues licking at her.
Loina squirmed relentlessly against the discomfort, but the more she did, the more blatant the tentacles became. To make matters worse, her body, apart from her mind, was growing hotter and hotter at the uncontrollable touching of her erogenous zones.
The Crown Prince watched the scene as if he were taking in a spectacular view, his own still swollen and imposing.
“Roina, you are such an uncontrollable sl*t, aren’t you? Knowing that the more furiously you move, the more it arouses you?”
Roina’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth to say something, but another tentacle slipped into her mouth in an instant, and she could only let out a strange groan. She couldn’t keep her mouth shut, not wanting to bite it.
When she stopped moving, the tentacle tightened its grip on her body and stopped spreading her wide open where it wanted to hide. But her white body had already spread wide enough to reveal her luscious br*asts, her pink n*pples, and her smooth, soft inner thighs.
Her body was a tangled mess of tentacles, and though she had stopped moving, they continued to stroke every inch of her body, slowly and firmly. She shuddered uncontrollably, and each time she did, the tentacles responded, licking greedily at her nether regions. If anything, her stillness made the gentle stroking more stimulating.
Somehow it knew to feel the back of her neck and her back, and one tentacle slid along her spine with a barely-there touch that made her shiver. Then another tentacle clamped down on her firm b*****s, sucking in her n*****s and twirling them to stimulate them.
One tentacle was also inside her b*tthole, which she had never realized was her erogenous zone. As it slid along her b*tthole and stroked the entrance to her a**s, it tickled her, sending a tingling sensation that made her insides burn. Unable to keep her mouth shut, she reflexively let out a sob, unable to swallow it.
The sight of her squirming and growing hotter was objectively spectacular: her underwear and stockings had melted away in places, revealing her e****c flesh, and the contrasting white flesh of her black tentacles peeked through.
Intermittent pleading sobs escaped from her gaping mouth, adding to the eroticism of the scene. Ethan, who stood back, gulped and swallowed hard.
“I see you’re an expensive man.”
The crown prince smiled with satisfaction and slowly approached Roina.
