Chapter 11.2

Her frail hands opened and closed uselessly in the air. Each time he circled her sensitive clit, stars burst behind her eyes.

She didn’t know how long it lasted, until a sudden gush of wetness burst from her pussy.

Heat shot up from the base of her spine, making her shudder. Synox held her steady as he slid his fingers out from the drenched folds between her legs.

Her pussy lips clenched around his fingers, then parted with a wet squelch.

Drip. A tiny droplet splattered onto her thigh, and Rosaline shivered at the touch.

“…You said not to leave any marks,” he muttered under his breath.

As if to say, yet look at what a mess you’ve made.

Rosaline’s ears burned. She forced her focus away from the slick sensation below and answered flatly,

“Just get it over with. I need to return to the banquet hall before it gets too late.”

“Is that so?”

His voice curled with sarcasm, clearly not pleased.

He remained motionless, like he was waiting for her to say something, but when she didn’t, he finally moved. The hand that had been gripping her ass shifted up to her chest, and he kneaded the soft, fleshy mound like he was handling another part of her rear.

As he rubbed the tip of his cock against her pussy, clear precum dripped steadily from the slit, sliding down her thigh. The thick, veiny shaft ground between her legs, and before she realized it, Rosaline reflexively squeezed her thighs together. His stiff cock got caught tight between them.

“Ngh, ahh, oh.”

His thick, hard cock pushed in from behind and nudged right against her swollen clit, then slipped back out, dragging along her hot, slick flesh. Each time it slid over her slit, it made a wet squelch, her juices smearing all over his shaft.

Every time her pussy rubbed roughly against him, her stomach clenched and her toes curled. A moan slipped out of her before she even realized it, and the moment she heard it, she bit her lip shut.

“Mmph, hngh.”

“You don’t have to hold back your voice.”

What utter nonsense.

She shook her head firmly.

She knew full well Synox had likely used his magic to soundproof the room. He was always thorough like that.

But she didn’t want to cry out for him. Not here, not in the palace.

…Especially not when this relationship was just based on her need to survive.

Then, without warning, his fingers found the hardened peaks of her breasts beneath the dress and gave them a sharp twist.

“Ah!”

It was petty, she thought. Petty and unfair. But before she could scold him with a glare, the curved head of his length caught against her twitching hole. She braced herself, thinking he was finally going to push in.

Slap.

But instead of thrusting inside, the tip of his cock smacked against her swollen clit.

“Ngh, ahh!”

She couldn’t stop the cries this time. Her body shook.

She shot a furious glare over her shoulder. As if teasing her this much wasn’t enough, now he was fooling around too.

“H-hurry up already.”

“I’m not used to this position. Forgive my lack of finesse.”

“What utter bull…”

She was about to tell him to shove his excuse up his behind, but then she felt him notch against her dripping entrance again. Rosaline gritted her teeth.

“Nnh!”

“And yet, I’m trying my best to give you what you asked for, Miss Rensier.”

In entirely the wrong way.

She grabbed at his forearm, the one still squeezing her chest possessively. If he’d just let her lean forward, she could brace herself. But like this, she had no one and nothing to hold onto except him.

And then—

“Aah!”

“Bear with me.”

The thick shaft that had been teasing the sensitive flesh around her entrance suddenly rammed deep into her pussy.

It didn’t hurt. Her walls were already wet and slick from how much he’d teased her, but the moan that burst out of her was louder than she expected. Startled, Rosaline clamped both hands over her mouth just as Synox began pounding into her in rough, heavy thrusts.

“Ngh, ahh, mph.”

His curved length slammed again and again into her stretched cunt. Each time he drove in and out, loud, obscene wet sounds spilled into the air. Her plump, thoroughly groped breasts bounced from the force, smacking against his arm.

Since nothing was hitting the deepest part inside her, it was clear he still hadn’t gone all the way in.

But something was different. The position, maybe. It felt like he was reaching somewhere far too deep inside her. Blinking back tears, Rosaline squirmed helplessly.

That reaction must’ve excited him, because he let out a low groan. His cock, half buried in her flushed pussy swelled even thicker.

Hugging her tight like he’d never let her limp body escape, Synox growled right against her ear.

“You’re squeezing me like it’s your first time, so why am I the only one expected to know what I’m doing?”