“Ah, no─”

Canasia lifted her hips and tangled her fingers in his hair. He paid no mind and explored her chest with relentless focus. When he bit down on the raised flesh, she cried out. She couldn’t tell anymore whether it was pleasure or pain. After tormenting her at length, Aslan lifted his head and looked at her with a satisfied expression.

“Look at me, Princess.”

“……”

Canasia lay dazed, breathing in short gasps. The man wiped the corner of her wet mouth with the back of his hand. Then, with a teasing expression, he stroked her thigh. The moment his hand touched her heated skin, a rush of slickness followed. Her eyes reddened with fear and shame.

“Hng……”

Canasia finally began to sob. Aslan pressed his lips to her forehead and lifted them away in a soothing gesture. Even as he did, the hand that slipped between her legs kept circling persistently around her most sensitive place. Her breathing quickened and another rush of arousal spilled from her.

“St, stop……”

“You’re this wet, and you’re telling me to stop?”

Thick fingers pushed aside the soaked fabric and reached deep inside. The stimulation was beyond anything she braced herself for, and Canasia’s hips bucked. Aslan moved through the hot, slick flesh without restraint.

“Ah!”

The moment Aslan’s hand pressed down hard on her cl*t, Canasia’s whole body jolted. He let out a short laugh and began rubbing the swollen, sensitized nub. The unbearable stimulation sent lightning through her mind. She wanted to pull away and yet wanted more at the same time.

Arousal surged and spilled from her. Aslan slowly pushed one finger inside the tight entrance. The hot, narrow inner walls clenched hard around his finger. Even thoroughly wet, the snug inside refused to yield easily.

He curled the finger inside and lightly dragged it across the soft flesh. A slick, wet sound splashed against her ears. Canasia shook her head and struggled.

“Hng, no, I don’t want……”

“Shh, it’s all right.”

Despite the gentle voice, a second finger pressed inside. Canasia cried out as the tight entrance was forced open. Aslan stimulated her inside while simultaneously rubbing her cl*t in quick strokes.

“Ah, ahh……!”

Her lower belly trembled and convulsed. Pushed to her limit, Canasia finally reached her peak. Hot liquid soaked his wrist and thighs. The convulsions subsided and she went limp with exhaustion. Aslan patted her as she trembled through the aftershocks, then withdrew his wet fingers and brought them to his own mouth.

“What are you…… doing right now……”

Canasia’s eyes, which had gone slack, filled with shock at the sight of him licking the fl*id from her body. Aslan murmured without any particular expression.

“Tart.”

She wanted to ask if he was out of his mind, but she was completely drained and couldn’t move a finger. Whether from the intensity of the peak or the aftermath, her vision flickered. She was about to close her eyes, feeling sleep pulling at her, when Aslan gripped both her thighs and spread her legs. The evidence of pleasure lay plainly exposed between them. He leaned down, pressed his face there, and breathed in deeply.

“Same here.”

Aslan murmured in a low, suggestive voice and dragged his tongue in a long stroke up the soft flesh. Canasia’s body, already spent from one peak, jolted again. Seeming to enjoy her reaction, he held her hips firmly and took the soft flesh between his lips, working it slowly. Wet, explicit sounds filled the room.

“Hng…… ah!”

Canasia let out a m*an mixed with pain and pleasure. Another rush of hot liquid spilled from her. He lifted his head with a satisfied expression. She was a mess of sweat and tears, barely holding onto consciousness. Aslan caressed her cheek tenderly and undid the laces of his trousers.

His *rection was hard and swollen, looking ready to burst. Canasia’s face went white at the sight of him. Like the first time she saw it, or rather, bigger and more intimidating than she remembered. That…… is going inside me?

Aslan stroked himself without any particular expression and brought it to her glistening entrance. Canasia flinched when the burning heat touched her soft flesh.

“W, wait. N, no.”

“It’s all right. It’s not your first time.”

Aslan whispered calmly and began pushing inside slowly. The entrance was tight despite being thoroughly wet. The moment the broad head pushed through, a stretching, tearing fullness spread through her.

“Hng……”

He stopped at the pained sound and whispered:

“Relax. Tensing up makes it harder.”

Then he wrapped his arm around her waist and pushed all the way in.

“Ack!”

Stars burst across her vision. Canasia screamed as she was filled in one thr*st and held her breath. Aslan paused and waited for her to adjust to the intrusion, then began moving his hips at a leisurely pace. The hot, solid flesh drove up into her sensitized walls. Slick sounds accompanied the joining as arousal flowed from where they were connected.

“Ah, there, ahh, ah……”

The moment the tip of his *rection struck a point deep inside, Canasia let out a sharp cry. Her mind felt like it was melting, and her heated body shook and clenched tight around him.

“Hah…… this is going to kill me.”

Aslan muttered with an impatient expression. Part of him wanted to drive into her without mercy, but that would break her. He slowed his pace slightly and rubbed her cl*t with a light touch.

“Hng, stop, don’t…… ah!”

Canasia finally broke into sobs and grabbed his forearm. Her eyes begged him to stop, but her body moved to meet him without her knowing it. Watching her lose herself to pleasure, defenseless and trembling, Aslan moved his hips roughly again.

His *rection scraped mercilessly against her sensitive inner walls. Cries spilled from Canasia’s lips one after another. He kneaded her br*ast as he drove toward the peak. Her vision flickered and her thighs convulsed violently. Aslan struck her deepest point again and again with force.

“Ah, ah…… hng, ah…… haah!”

“Kh!”

A single grunt, and the muscles of his back contracted hard, then thick warmth exploded inside her. At the same moment, something burst from deep within her belly too.

“Hah……”

Aslan buried his face in her shoulder and exhaled in low, ragged breaths. His large body shuddered as though every last bit of strength had poured out of him. He remained inside her, releasing the last of himself. The intermittent clenching from within her reached him vividly where they were joined.

Every ounce of strength spent, Canasia went limp in his arms. Aslan gently wiped her face, wet with saliva and tears, and carefully withdrew. The gathered fl*id overflowed and trickled down between her thighs in a sticky trail.

Canasia moved her lips with unfocused eyes. She had no strength left even to close her spread legs. Aslan softly brushed the hair from her heated forehead, then took hold of it and kissed her. Canasia watched him through hazy eyes, then closed them. It was a deep, restful sleep.

* * *

“Mmm……”

Consciousness slowly rose from beneath the surface of sleep. Canasia forced her eyelids open with effort. Whether from crying herself to sleep, her eyelids felt glued shut.

She managed to open her eyes and stared up at Aslan in a daze. Aslan, wiping her body with a lukewarm cloth, met her gaze.

“You’re awake?”

The memory of before she fell asleep came flooding back at his gentle voice. Her face flared with heat, and Canasia turned away. It was more than embarrassment could describe.

“Why……”

The voice that came out was badly cracked. That too was from crying out in his arms. Canasia was going to ask why he was still here, but she closed her mouth and turned to face the wall instead.

Aslan let out a quiet laugh and touched her neck softly. She instinctively shrank back, but the sensation wasn’t as intense as before. Satisfied that the heat had fully passed, Aslan held out a glass of water. Oh. Canasia tried to push herself up and let out a short sound of pain, then collapsed back onto the sheets. Her body had no strength.

Aslan held her up and settled her against his chest, then offered the water again. Cool water flowed between her parched lips. Whether from quenching her thirst, her raw throat felt somewhat better. Aslan set the half-empty glass on the nightstand and asked quietly:

“Why did you do it?”

“……Do what?”

“The medicine Bjorn gave you. Why did you drink it?”

The voice behind her was low and subdued. She could tell without seeing his face. Canasia looked down at the hand wrapped around her. She stared at the raised veins and spoke.

“I couldn’t sleep…… I thought maybe if I drank it I could.”

“……”

No sigh came, but the breath against her ear was rough. Canasia lowered her head with a look of shame. Aslan looked down at her slender white neck and barely kept his emotions in check.

The cause was obvious without being told. Gunther Burke, that bastard.

She was doing her best to act composed so as not to seem weak, but for a princess raised in comfort, shaking off the memory of nearly being thrown into the sea was not going to be easy. He promised to lock Gunther Burke in the cargo hold and make sure nothing like that ever happened again, but the fear already carved into her was another matter.

Aslan tightened his hold around Canasia and pressed his lips to her shoulder.

“Don’t endure things alone from now on. Understood?”

“……”

Canasia didn’t answer. She closed her eyes in his arms instead. Laughably, it felt warm.