The Runaway Maid is Loved by the Archmage - Chapter 8
Roina felt herself drowning, drowning in a sea of despair and forbidden desire. She tried to scream, to fight back, but her voice was trapped in her throat.
The Crown Prince continued his assault, his movements relentless, his eyes filled with a predatory glint. Roina felt herself slipping away, losing herself in the darkness, the only sensation the cold, hard floor beneath her and the relentless pounding of the Crown Prince’s body within her.
She was completely naked except for her garter belt and stockings. Roberto seemed quite pleased with the sight.
Roina was startled and tried to struggle. Suddenly, she felt a tongue licking her most intimate area. Bound by her wrists, she could only wriggle her hips in protest. But his strong hands grabbed her legs, holding her still.
The hands were rough and calloused, not the Crown Prince’s. A shiver ran down her spine. Even while being violated, she couldn’t help but be frightened.
As she tried to speak, she felt the Crown Prince’s lips on hers. It was definitely Roberto. She was unable to resist, her body betraying her as she was forced to meet his kiss.
He had her pinned down, and his other hand began to play with her bosom. It was a strange sensation, being violated in such a public place.
Roberto seemed to enjoy her fear. He teased her peak with his tongue, sending shivers down her spine.
She couldn’t speak, and Roberto remained silent. All that could be heard was the soft sound of her clothes being removed and the occasional muffled moan escaping her lips.
Roberto moved his lips to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. He teased her c******s with his tongue, sending her body into spasms.
She could feel his knight’s eyes on her, but she was too overwhelmed to care. Roberto’s touch was both painful and pleasurable.
She couldn’t believe what was happening. She was being violated in every way imaginable. And yet, she couldn’t help but respond to his touch.
His tongue found her c******s and began to circle it. With each lick, she felt herself reaching her limit.
Roina whimpered, her body arching involuntarily. She felt a strange sense of pleasure mixed with fear and humiliation.
The Crown Prince, sensing her arousal, began to move within her with more force. Each thrust was deeper, harder, driving her closer to the edge. She felt herself losing control, her body responding to his rhythm despite her will.
As he reached his climax, he cried out her name, his voice rough with exertion.
“Roina!”
Roina felt a surge of pleasure, followed by a wave of nausea. She had reached her limit, her body trembling uncontrollably. The Crown Prince collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy.
He lay there for a moment, his chest heaving, then he rolled off of her and lay beside her, his arm draped over her waist.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you, Roina?” he whispered, his voice husky.
Roina lay there, her body limp, her mind reeling. She couldn’t answer, couldn’t even bring herself to move. She felt empty, violated, and strangely… satisfied.
The events of the past few moments replayed in her mind, a confusing jumble of pain, pleasure, and fear. She had been both victim and participant, her body betraying her will.
She knew this was just the beginning. The Crown Prince would not easily let her go. He had tasted her submission, and he would crave it again and again.
Roina closed her eyes, tears silently streaming down her face. She was trapped.
