Chapter 1 – 【 The Princess’s Preference 】 (Part 10)

Yuria felt wronged. She couldn’t even think of Edward’s face right now. Her mind and body were filled with Cedric to the point of fear. The relentless thrusts made her breath catch.

Each time he thrust deeply into her wet flesh, Yuria clung to him, unable to breathe. Wet sounds from their union mixed with her sobbing moans.

“Cedric, ah, Cedric…”

Every time Yuria called his name in her slurred voice, Cedric’s c*ck throbbed painfully. The situation was maddeningly stimulating, tailored to the Princess who seemed to crave punishment and doubt.

Her tight entrance seemed ready to squeeze out his c*m, so Cedric gripped Yuria’s hips hard and spread them apart. Her accumulated juices flowed down the thick sh*ft.

“I, can’t, ah, any more, ugh.”

Tears streamed down Yuria’s cheeks. The sensation swelling from deep inside her threatened to burst. Despite being blocked by his huge c*ck, her juices gushed out, soaking Cedric’s gr*in.

She couldn’t take any more; if she was stimulated further, she felt her mind might break. Shaking her head, Yuria pleaded, but Cedric thrust even harder, scraping against her most sensitive spots.

“Ah, no, ugh, ah!”

The pl*asure she had tried to avoid surged like a tidal wave. Her inner thighs trembled, and her lower abdomen twisted in the relentless pl*asure. She couldn’t distinguish if it was pl*asure or pain.

“Ah, ugh, ah!”

Cedric increased his speed. He had started. Despite the rough thrusts, Yuria responded obediently. Even as she twisted in continuous cl*max, her inner walls clung tightly to his invading c*ck.

“Ugh, ah, Cedric…”

Calling his name brought a rough breath from him. His grip on her hips tightened, and after a few more thrusts, he pulled out of her.

Her hands, which had been resting on his shoulders, were dragged down to forcibly grasp his slick c**k. As she unwillingly stroked the thick sh*ft, white fl*id spilled onto her lower abdomen.

“…Why, again?”

Yuria murmured helplessly, watching the s*men flow down her belly. 

Why outside again? 

Panting, she lifted her head to look at Cedric. Her flushed eyes were filled with confusion and betrayal.

“Why that look? I thought you’d praise me.”

While she felt a tearful betrayal, Cedric shamelessly fondled her br*asts, enjoying the aftermath.

“…Praise?”

Too stunned to push his hand away, Yuria looked up at him blankly. 

What part of this did he expect praise for?

“You said my c**k wasn’t to your taste.”

“…What?”

“Then my c*m must be even less to your taste.”

In truth, he was just being spiteful. Yuria seemed to want both to satisfy her desires and have a child. If he fathered an heir with her, Spencer’s side wouldn’t dare pull any tricks. It wasn’t a bad deal overall.

Still, he pulled out right before cl*maxing purely out of spite. Pushing her to her limits and watching her struggle while still ramming his c**k to the hilt.

Ah, he could feel his c**k swelling again. Her body suited him perfectly. He wondered if he should be happy or annoyed. Having her around to f*ck whenever he wanted was nice, but he was caught in the Princess’s daring antics.

“I never said it wasn’t to my taste…”

Unaware of Cedric’s thoughts, Yuria stammered. She had never said it wasn’t to her taste. She had just chosen silence because she couldn’t say it was good. If he misunderstood and got hurt…

Hurt? Cedric, hurt? 

If Cedric had hinted that their s*xual compatibility wasn’t good, she would have been hurt. So Cedric might have been hurt too, but,

“…….”

But is this how someone who’s hurt behaves? 

Yuria looked down at his hands kneading her br*asts like dough. He was observing the sight of her white flesh spilling between his rough, scarred hands.

His dark eyes were filled with simmering lust. His c**k, which had just ej*culated, was already regaining its hardness. He wasn’t hurt, just upset. Yuria was sure of it.

“I, so…”

She still hadn’t gotten what she wanted. Despite doing everything he asked and even getting spanked. She was still a Princess, yet she was being treated like this. It made her angry, but what could she do? It was her fault for committing the sin of infidelity.

“So, what. Speak up, Princess.”

Since his feelings were hurt, she had to make it up to him. But his hands kneading her br*asts like he was making bread made her words stick in her throat.

“So, it’s, um…”

“Are you saying it was hard eating a tasteless c**k?”

“No, that’s not it.”

Yuria shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek. She forced her reluctant lips to move.

“…It wasn’t bad.”

Her voice was barely audible. Her head dropped, and her face turned red with embarrassment from her neck to her ears.

“What wasn’t bad?”

“Your, um, your thing.”

“Thing? I don’t understand. Maybe Lord Edward would get it, but a lowborn like me can’t understand noble speech, Princess.”

Though he could easily understand the context, Cedric insisted on hearing the lewd word from her mouth.

“Your c**k…”

“Such refined language, our Princess. There are many words like c**k and d*ck.”

Though she seemed to say what he wanted, Cedric’s mood didn’t seem to improve.

“So it was tolerable.”

Why did he still sound upset?

Yuria shook her head, murmuring no.

“Then how was it?”

“…It was good.”

“Good enough to want more?”

With a face about to burst, Yuria nodded. The embarrassment made her whole face burn, but Cedric wouldn’t let her hide in his arms.

“Then you should say it properly. ‘Your c**k was delicious, and I want more’.”

“How can I say something like that?”

Cedric pushed her flat on her back, thwarting her attempts to hide. Her royal golden hair was disheveled, and her light green eyes were moist with lingering tears, making her look pitiful.

But her br*asts, marked by his hands and teeth, and her belly wet with s*men were obsc*nely enticing. The contrast was maddening.

“You can push your br*ast in my face, but you can’t say that?”

“That’s, that’s…!”

“‘I want my husband’s c**k, please put it in again’. It’s not hard.”

Spreading Yuria’s knees, which had come together, he made an impossible demand.

“No, a Princess shouldn’t beg a lowborn like me. Command me. Tell me to f*ck you hard. Tell me to thrust deep like before and make you feel good, hmm?”

There was no way she could give such an order. Just listening to it was embarrassing enough; how could she possibly say it out loud? The embarrassment wasn’t visibly limited to her ears.

While her ears were being violated, her knees bent and spread wide open. Cedric’s eyes roamed over her messy lower region, smeared with the s*men that had dripped from her belly and the juices from their intercourse. A shiver ran down her spine. The hole, thoroughly ravaged by his thick monstrosity, opened and closed.

The lewd display of her body begging for a man made her burn with shame. To make matters worse, Cedric muttered, “Now your p*ssy opens up just from spreading your legs,” doubling her embarrassment.

“Ah, ugh…”

She felt that if she didn’t beg him to put it in, he would just keep staring at her p*ssy forever. Finally, he inserted his now-hardened c**k into her heated entrance.

“Ugh…?”

The insertion was brief. He only dipped the tip of his head in and then stopped. Unable to do anything, Yuria looked up at Cedric, but even when their eyes met, he said nothing. It was as if he had already taught her what to say.

“P-please…”

The outcome of this standoff was already decided. The only one feeling embarrassed and ashamed was Yuria. As he looked down at her as if to savor the moment, all sorts of thoughts ran through her mind. 

Did my face look ugly lying down? Was my hair too messy?

Too embarrassed to meet his eyes properly, Yuria glanced at Cedric. His broad shoulders, firm chest, and muscular body covered in scars caught her gaze. Marks of victory left on the one who always won.

So, conquering someone like her was nothing. Yuria knew she would end up doing whatever he wanted. Begging, pleading,

“Your delicious c**k, please put it in quickly.”

“If the Princess commands it so.”

She moaned as he rewarded her by thrusting in to the hilt.

“Even after all that pounding, you’re still this tight. How am I supposed to know if you’ve been with another man?”

His rough words matched his rough thrusts. He plunged his thick c**k deep inside, and her loosened insides swallowed it without resistance.

“I can’t put a lock on your p*ssy, can I?”

“Ugh, no, ugh…”

Yuria shook her head vigorously even as she panted. She meant to say she had no interest in other men, but Cedric seemed to interpret it differently.

“You don’t want a lock? Why, because then you wouldn’t get to taste other men’s c*cks?”

“No, ugh, I won’t meet other men, ugh, only you, ah…!”

“Should I believe this lie again?”

“It’s not a lie, ugh.”

As if to swear on it, Yuria raised her hand, and Cedric grabbed her wrist, pulling her to wrap her arms around his neck. When he bent over to press their bodies together, his c**k penetrated even deeper. Though overwhelmed and gasping for breath, Yuria’s insides tightly clung to the thick sh*ft.

“Good, keep squeezing like that.”

Cedric exhaled a rough breath. Every time her p*ssy clenched around his c**k, it was hard to resist the urge to pound her recklessly. Veins bulged beneath his clenched jaw.

“Then I’ll believe your lie—”

“Ugh, ah…”

He withdrew his hips slowly, then thrust forcefully into her tender flesh, whispering,

“And I’ll c*m inside you, just as you desire. Princess.”