The sound of wet flesh meeting echoed through the room. Each time their wet bodies joined and separated, a sticky sensation sent a shiver through her.

“Ugh, ah…”

Though it had only been a few days, her body had become accustomed to the act, eagerly accepting his p*nis. As Cyrene let out a breathless gasp, Areos turned her over.

“Ugh…!”

The sensation of being penetrated from behind made her legs tremble uncontrollably. Cyrene pressed her cheek against the carpet. The position allowed him to go deeper than before, overwhelming her with a mixture of intensity and pleasure.

Each time he thrust deep, her hips twitched involuntarily.

“Mmngh… ah…”

She was sure she must look completely dishevelled.

Cyrene closed her eyes tightly. Spreading her legs like that, anywhere, and accepting Areos as if she’d been waiting for it – she felt consumed by shame and helplessness.

“No matter how many times I give it to you, it seems it’s never enough for you, Cyrene.”

The hand pressing down on her back forced her head down onto the floor. Following the wet, crunching sounds, a mixture of s*men and fluids trickled down her inner thighs.

“Ah… ngh… mmph…”

The rough sensation of something thrusting deep inside her made her stomach clench. Another climax, one of countless that day, flashed before her eyes.

“Ahh, ahhh…!”

A moan escaped her lips. As her inner walls tightened, she could feel his p*nis twitching inside her.

“Haah…”

With a breathy exhale, Areo’s grip on her waist tightened. He thrust his p*nis deep into her again and again, relentlessly.

“Mmngh… ngh…”

In the lingering aftermath of pleasure, Cyrene rubbed her cheek against the floor. When he pulled out abruptly, a steady stream of c*m dripped from her stretched hole. For a moment she lay still, face down with her hips raised, feeling dazed. The sticky w*tness between her legs felt slightly uncomfortable. As she remained motionless, Areos fell onto the sofa with a casual thud. She caught a glimpse of his still half-*rect p*nis.

Cyrene slowly managed to get to her feet. As she crawled towards him on her knees, the sensation of s*men trickling down her inner thighs made her shoulders shake.

As she extended her tongue and began to lick his p*nis, now stained with s*men and her fluids, a salty, metallic taste spread through her mouth. The thick, lingering smell was so overwhelming it made her head spin, as if it could fill her mind completely.

“You’ll get used to it by now.”

Areos laughed softly and stroked her hair. She vaguely remembered crying once at the strong, salty smell of his sperm. The memory was hazy – it had all happened on Cyrene’s birthday.

“Haah, mmph…”

As she licked him from the base up, his sticky fluid smeared over her nose, cheeks and forehead. With an amused expression, Areos grabbed his half-*rect p*nis and rubbed it across her face.

“…sperm suits you well.”

Was that a compliment? Or mockery? She wasn’t sure whether to feel grateful or humiliated. As she hesitated, his thick p*nis slapped her forehead. The sticky fluid oozing from its soft tip smeared across her skin.

“A mess.”

Cyrene looked up at him in silence. Her face, now covered in his sperm, carried a lingering salty scent that wouldn’t leave her nose. Slowly he drew his p*nis from her forehead down to the bridge of her nose and across her lips, smiling faintly as he did so.

Cyrene parted her lips and took the sticky p*nis all the way into her mouth. It felt both familiar and unfamiliar – Areo’s size was still overwhelming. As she subtly twisted her wrists again, the pain of the ropes digging into her skin reminded her of her bonds.

How long would she remain tied like this?

Until she could make him finish with just her mouth?

He had forbidden the use of her hands, so it seemed he might not release her until then. Beneath where she knelt, a mixture of s*men and her own fluids had pooled heavily on the floor.

“Hmph… ah…”

Areos watched Cyrene intently as she concentrated on taking him into her mouth, then suddenly let out a burst of laughter. When she looked up at him, his golden eyes sparkled sharply.

“There are so many people curious about you.”

“Haah… mmph…”

Feigning tenderness, he brushed her hair back and played idly with the corner of her ear.

“Well, being Creusa’s daughter, it’s only natural that you’re intrigued.”

Cyrene took his p*nis deep into her throat without having to force it, the sensation of it twitching and tightening inside her making it slightly harder to breathe. Areos, as if pleased, stroked her head and tickled her chin. She truly felt like a pet – licking her master and receiving praise in return.

“They said they wanted to see your face once.”

“Huaa…”

She slowly withdrew the p*nis she had taken so deeply. Her tongue traced the prominent veins one by one, her lips encircling the head. When she flicked her tongue against the twitching slit, he let out a satisfied sigh.

“Well, I guess they wanted to see how pretty you really are.”

He leaned back against the sofa. When Cyrene raised her head slightly, Areos grabbed her face and lifted it. At that moment, sperm splattered all over her.

“Ugh…”

It landed on her eyelashes, her cheeks and even between her parted lips. The sticky liquid covered her completely. As she struggled to open her eyes, the golden glow of his piercing gaze filled her vision.

“This won’t be the end of it, will it?”

The Crown Prince’s weak smile was always a bad omen. As Cyrene tried to back away, he grabbed her hair in a tight grip, sending pain shooting through her scalp.

“Cyrene.”

“Y-Your Highness…”

Her tongue felt numb and sluggish, probably from spending most of the day with his p*nis in her mouth.

“What am I to do with you?”

She kept her lips tight. The salty taste of sperm lingered in her mouth, and a sticky strand of fluid clinging to her eyelashes dripped down. Areos, staring intently at Cyrene’s dishevelled face, slowly loosened his grip on her hair.

“You’re still too precious to give to anyone else, aren’t you, Cyrene?”

“Yes? Y-yes…”

She nodded hesitantly.

Too precious to give away – did that mean he could give her to someone else if he wanted to?

The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Cyrene moved a little closer to Areos as he ran his fingers through her dishevelled hair, smoothing it back into place. Forcing a small smile, she spoke carefully.

“Your Highness.”

“Hmm?”

What could she ask? Would he cast her aside? Would he discard her as the Emperor had once discarded her? Would he hand her over to anyone who asked, without a second thought, as if she were nothing more than a possession?

When her lips parted but no words came out, Areos gave her a faint smile, as if he understood everything.

“If you behave, I’ll keep you.”

“I-I will behave.”

“That’s the way it should be.”

“Of course.”

Long fingers wiped some of the sperm from his face. His fingertips touched her lips again. Cyrene didn’t hesitate and licked those fingertips again.

She wasn’t sure how others would perceive this. But instinctively she understood that it wasn’t something ‘good’. After all, hadn’t she spent more than ten years with the Crown Prince?

As her tongue meticulously licked up the last remnants of sperm, he finally released her hand. The red marks left by the restraints throbbed with dull pain. As Cyrene stared blankly at the reddened mark, he moved his hand slightly.

“That must have hurt.”

He whispered softly, uncharacteristically gentle, as he applied ointment to the marks. The stinging pain quickly subsided. The unfamiliar tenderness of his actions seemed strangely out of place.

Just as her eyes darted around, a firm, authoritative voice pierced her ears.

“Once you’ve been taught, you must learn properly, Cyrene.”

“Yes…”

Cyrene nodded.

Was this a warning that this could happen again if she did not live up to expectations in the future?

Her tongue still felt numb from licking his p*nis all day. It seemed as if the sperm that had seeped deep into her throat left a lingering, fishy smell every time she breathed.

When he rang the bell, a maid entered quietly and bowed her head.

“Wash her and bring her back.”

It didn’t seem to be over yet. Cyrene stared blankly out of the now darkened window. The night was far from over.

The maid stood there in silence, watching her until she rose to leave.

“Ugh…”

Perhaps from crawling on the floor all day, she was staggering slightly, but there was no offer of support. Cyrene let out a short sigh as she watched the maid walk ahead of her.

Since her eighteenth birthday had passed, every day seemed to go on forever.