He patted her cheek lightly, as if to praise her. Areos lowered his hand, grasping his p*nis and letting it brush against the space between her legs. The heat made Cyrene flinch instinctively, pulling her legs together.

“Spread your legs.”

“…Ugh.”

Hesitantly, she slowly parted her legs. Between her pale thighs, the flushed, reddened slit glistened with liquid. His dark, reddened p*nis rubbed against the wet folds, sliding slowly up and down as if smearing the liquid over the surface.

“…Ah.”

Was he going to insert it, just like his fingers?

Her whole body tensed in an instant. A shaky breath escaped Cyrene’s lips.

“Your Highness, p-please, no.”

“And how do you know what I’m going to do to say no?”

Her lips quivered. The entrance, barely able to accommodate a single finger, began to expand as the blunt tip of his p*nis pushed in.

“Say it.”

“Ugh…”

Just his fingers had made her feel completely full; how could something like that fit? Trembling, Cyrene fought back her tears. Amid soft chuckles, his p*nis pushed in a little deeper.

“Ahh…!”

The sensation of being stretched was unfamiliar and overwhelming. The feeling of something much larger than a finger being pushed through her hole was painful and brought tears to her cheeks.

“Haah…”

With a languid sigh, Areos slowly, inch by inch, pressed his p*nis inside.

“No… no, please. Ah, ugh… it hurts…”

Cyrene gasped, struggling and pushing against him, trying to free herself. The more she twisted and struggled, the deeper he seemed to penetrate. His tight grip on her waist felt like an unyielding shackle, holding her in place.

“Ha… ngh, ugh…”

It felt like a long time had passed. Cyrene lay limp, her entire body drenched in sweat. Areos’ p*nis, which had entered her as if slowly carving its shape, had completely disappeared between her legs.

“Ugh… ngh…”

She felt a strange sensation as the mass of flesh completely filled her insides. His hand moved slowly over her belly, as if to confirm the presence of his sh*ft deep within her.

“Your Highness… Your Highness, it hurts… ugh…”

Areos brushed back Cyrene’s sweat-soaked hair, smiling as if he were pleased.

“It hurts?”

She nodded repeatedly, her whole body aching. The large intrusion had left her v*gina burning and her inner walls felt stretched to the limit, tight and strained as if they could take no more.

He took Cyrene’s hand, which had been resting on his abdomen, and guided it lower, placing it flat against her stomach. She could faintly feel the shape of his p*nis under her palm.

“Hik…”

When she tried to pull her hand away, Areos pressed it down even harder. It was as if she could feel the pulsing of his heartbeat beneath her, and fear gripped her. The p*nis seemed to dominate her entire body, almost as if it could reach up to her head.

Just as Cyrene tried to wriggle upwards to escape, Areos grabbed her thighs and spread them apart.

He began to withdraw his p*nis, which had been deeply buried. A sharp, cold sensation ran through her, as if she had been cut by something like a razor.

“Ugh…!”

Cyrene pressed her lips together tightly, struggling to stifle any sound as her entire body was drenched in sweat. It felt as if everything inside her was being sucked out. The Crown Prince held her face tightly, his hands gripping her cheeks with unwavering control.

Through her blurred vision, his golden eyes shone vividly, cutting through the haze like a sharp, piercing light.

“Carve it all into you”.

Those were the only words he said. Without fully understanding their meaning, she nodded repeatedly, her movements almost automatic. Areo’s tongue slid across her tear- and sweat-soaked face, leaving a sticky trail.

“Ahh…!”

Just as she thought the penetration was over, his p*nis thrust again, deep. Cyrene’s whole body shook violently. He moved in and out – slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed.

“Nngh, ugh…”

What had been nothing but pain at first began to change, to become something else. A strange sensation began to bloom deep inside her, unfamiliar and disturbing. The pleasure that Areos had been trying to teach her with his fingers now began to surface, making itself known despite her confusion.

“Haah, mmngh…”

The heat that filled her entire body escaped through her ragged breaths. Amidst the moans of pain, hints of pleasure began to seep through.

“Ah, ahh, ngh…!”

The sensation of being poked deep inside, in a place her fingers could never reach, made her inner thighs tremble. Areos slowly began to rub that spot with his p*nis.

“No, please… no… ah, ugh… it feels strange… haah… ngh!”

Cyrene’s entire body tensed, an overwhelming sensation spreading to her fingertips and leaving her gasping for breath. Though her eyes were open, her vision was blank, lost in the haze of the moment. For the first time, she truly understood what it meant to be completely consumed by pleasure.

Panting, unable even to moan, Cyrene clung to Areo’s back, her fingers digging into his skin. The sensation was so overwhelmingly intense that it bordered on the terrifying. Afraid of losing herself completely, of dissolving into nothingness, she clung desperately to him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded in reality.

“Ha…”

A small sigh escaped the Crown Prince’s lips. As Cyrene slowly returned to reality, she became aware of her body, drenched in sweat, sticky and shaking uncontrollably.

“For a first experience, you are quite lascivious, Cyrene.”

“Ha… haah…”

Her entire body shook violently before going limp, her muscles relaxing in utter exhaustion. She could feel the involuntary clenching of her core, and within it, the unmistakable presence of Areos’ massive p*nis, still throbbing with intensity.

With a satisfied expression, he stroked her cheek lightly and brushed back her damp hair. Then, pulling her limp body close, Areos lifted her onto his lap.

“You can’t collapse after just one round, Cyrene.”

“Mmngh…!”

Her body shook uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the lingering waves of pleasure. Before she could catch her breath, his massive p*nis was thrusting into her again. Every time she tried to raise her knees and pull away, his strong hands gripped her hips tightly and pulled her back down with unyielding control.

“You’re doing well.”

“Ah, ngh, mmph…! Ahh!”

There was no escape. Even as her strength drained from her body, her sensitive parts somehow continued to accept the pleasure Areos was giving her.

The ever-increasing sensations became almost painful in their intensity, and she had no way of escaping them.

“Ah… Your Highness… ngh, mmph… ah…!”

Even as she cried and begged, Areos showed no intention of stopping the torment. Every time she closed her eyes as if she were going to faint, the rough, shaking sensations brought her back to consciousness.

Again and again she felt something hot inside her and was forced to lick the metallic-smelling p*nis. Even in her hazy state, she thought the bed itself seemed to groan in protest with its incessant creaking.

Until the very moment of her birthday, Cyrene could not leave Areo’s chambers.

***

After her eighteenth birthday, Cyrene’s life changed slightly. Unlike before, when Areos confined himself to playing with her br*asts or touching her between her legs every night, she now often had to lift her skirt.

When no one else was around. At the desk. On the sofa. Standing against the wall, holding on to it for support. Or kneeling in front of him, using her mouth.

“Haah, mmph…”

Kyrene exhaled in shallow, uneven breaths. Long fingers slid slowly through her hair, smoothing it back with a practiced tenderness. The same hand that had gently caressed her cheek now moved to tilt her chin upward, guiding her face to meet his gaze.

“Ah.”

The p*nis that had filled her mouth popped out, striking Cyrene lightly in the face. Areos slid his fingers between her lips, pressing down hard to force them open.

“Cyrene. I told you not to bite.”

“I-I’m sorry…”

She was visibly shaking. Her hands, tied behind her back, hurt a little. If she could only use her hands, she could do much better, but with him tying her up and insisting that she let him finish with just her mouth, it was a complete mess. Her tongue was already numb from sucking him for so long.

“Open.”

Cyrene opened her lips as wide as she could. The large, already slick p*nis thrust unhesitatingly into her mouth. The hand gripping her hair tightly made her squeeze her eyes shut.

“Mmgh… mmph… ngh…”

The rough handling continued without a pause. The way her head was pulled in his unyielding grip showed no concern for her situation, no mercy.

“Ugh… guh…”

The sensation of something pressing deep into her throat made it difficult for Cyrene to catch her breath. She moved her tongue frantically, the overwhelming presence of the large p*nis brushing heavily against it making her dizzy.

“Mmngh… mmph…”

As she instinctively twisted her wrists, the tight ropes digging into her skin, a soft whimper escaped her lips. Her hair was a dishevelled mess and the wet, squelching sounds – whether from her throat or her face buried between his thighs – blurred together.

“Huuh, haah…”

After gripping the back of her head and thrusting relentlessly for what seemed like an eternity, he finally let go with an exasperated sigh. Cyrene, who had been kneeling, collapsed backwards, her legs giving way beneath her.

“It seems you need more practice, Cyrene.”

He pulled her skirt up roughly and spread her legs. Her underwear, soaked and clinging to her skin from his earlier release, was a mess.

Discarding the now useless underwear, he thrust his p*nis into her wet hole without hesitation.

“Ugh…!”

Cyrene drew in a sharp breath. With every movement of Areo’s hips, the remaining s*men inside her spilled out. Her arms, pinned to the floor, ached but she had no way of expressing it.

“Ah, ahh, mmph…!”