I Refuse This Life, Your Highness! - Chapter 112

Isis suckled more firmly on Yuraine’s flushed nipple, the soft sounds of suction mingling with the sensation of her tender areola swelling under his attention. Yuraine’s slender arms pushed against his body in an attempt to resist, but he effortlessly grasped her wrists, pinning them down, and turned his attention to the other side. When his teeth grazed her areola ever so gently, Yuraine shuddered uncontrollably.

Releasing her wrists, Isis took a moment to admire her once again. No matter how many times he looked, he never tired of her beauty. Her reddened nipples, swollen from his touch, her lithe waist curving into slightly pronounced hips, and her taut thighs formed a vision of perfection in his eyes. Grasping her thighs firmly, he began to move again.

“Ah…! Ngh… ah… Your Highness… ah…!”

Her halted moans resumed, louder and more desperate. The renewed stimulation felt even more intense than before, pushing her body to the brink. Her quivering form moved with each thrust, her snug entrance contracting around him with wet, rhythmic spasms. The friction of her heated skin against his thick shaft sent waves of pleasure through them both. His movements were forceful, almost as if hammering into place, withdrawing only to drive back in, making her entire body sway.

A sharp, wet sound accompanied each thrust as Isis reached deep, pressing firmly against her most sensitive spots. Yuraine’s eyes widened, and her trembling hands clawed at the sheets in response. Isis pulled her arms around his neck, encouraging her to hold onto him.

“Ah…! No… I… ah…!”

“Hah… Yuraine…”

Her grip faltered as her arms slid against his sweat-slicked body, but she clung to him with all the strength she could muster. Her fingers instinctively dug into his broad, muscular back, leaving marks in their wake. She was too overwhelmed to care, swept away by the storm of sensations coursing through her. Her body felt as though it were ablaze, her walls gripping him tighter with every movement, pulling him deeper.

Her climax arrived suddenly, her body convulsing as warm fluid spurted from her onto her abdomen. The simultaneous contraction of her inner walls drew a low groan from Isis, whose breathing grew ragged. Even amidst her release, Yuraine’s body responded to him, tightening and releasing in a way that pushed Isis further. His rhythm faltered for a moment as his entire frame tensed, a deep, guttural groan escaping him as he spilled inside her. The sensation of hot liquid hitting her walls made Yuraine’s toes curl.

“Hah… ngh… Isis…”

Breathing heavily, Isis leaned down to kiss her, his lips capturing her soft moans. As he pulled out, a thick, creamy substance seeped from her entrance, evidence of his release. Despite the intensity of the moment, he gently slid his fingers inside her, collecting the fluid pooled within. The warmth of her walls wrapped around his fingers as he carefully withdrew.

“Hah… ah… Your Highness…”

When he called her name, Yuraine’s dazed, tear-filled eyes regained some focus. Supporting her upper body, Isis helped her sip from a glass of water, calling her name softly several times. Only after she finished did Yuraine meet his gaze, though her eyes remained hazy.

“Your Highness, I… I still…”

She wrapped her arms around him again, and the empty glass rolled across the bed.

“It’s not enough.”

“Neither is it for me.”

At his reply, a faint smile appeared on Yuraine’s lips. Isis shifted her gently onto her stomach, lifting her hips slightly. The exposed position left her swollen entrance visible, glistening with remnants of their earlier passion. Yuraine squirmed, her entire body flushing crimson from her face to her shoulders. Despite her body’s undeniable desire, her embarrassment remained.

Her delicate back twitched as Isis ran his fingers along her spine, sending shivers through her. Her entrance, slick and slightly parted, released a translucent mixture of their fluids. Unable to resist, Isis leaned forward impulsively and pressed his tongue against her.

“Your Highness…!”

Startled, Yuraine glanced back, but Isis’s firm grip on her hips and thighs kept her from moving away. The scent unique to her Lamia bloodline, one only Isis could perceive, filled the air. The sweetness was intoxicating. Like savoring a rare delicacy, he licked and kissed her sensitive entrance before slipping his tongue inside.

“Ngh… I-Isis… not like that…”

Her body yielded easily, allowing him to explore. His tongue pressed against her inner walls, teasing the soft, pliant flesh. Yuraine’s thighs quivered as her body trembled uncontrollably, her damp muscles gripping his tongue reflexively. When he nibbled lightly at the surrounding sensitive skin, a breathy moan escaped her lips.

“Please… I can’t… I…”

“Can’t what?”

At the deliberately nasty question, Yuraine looked away and glared at Isis resentfully, then spoke in a crawling voice.

“Now put it in…….”

The Archduke’s reason flew away more easily than he’d expected, as he pressed Yuraine’s body lightly forward, rubbing his equally damp penis against the damp wheat. The slippery glans slipped in and out of the entrance a few times before it finally slid in and was swallowed by the root.

“Ah……!”

A sound that could have been a squeal or a scream burst from Yuraine’s mouth. A trickle of juices ran down her reddened thighs. Isis gripped Yuraine’s sweat-dampened pelvis and thrust herself deeper again. Her curving hips flexed and her long blonde hair shook. The simultaneous moans were ear-meltingly sweet.

“Mmmmm, uhhhhh, so, deep……, my, stomach……, …….”

“Because you asked me to put it in you.”

“Ah, ah, ah, ahh……!”

Isis rubbed downwards, pulling Yuraine’s body even closer to hers. Deep inside, a narrow opening that curved round, pressed against the tip of his glans. He knew that if he thrust harder, this was where it would open. It was the deepest part of her body, the tiny space where a child was conceived. And that stimulating it would give her intense pleasure.

He pulled his penis halfway out, then pushed it back in, pressing hard against the spot, and Yuraine shuddered.

“Hmph……, ah, ah, there, ah, no……, ah, black……!”

“Be honest with yourself, Yuraine. It feels good.”

‘No……, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!’

He slammed into her hard, squeezing her tightly, loving the way it felt. Yuraine’s back arched, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. Isis bent forward and kissed the hair, the rounded back of her head, the crown of her head. Yuraine looked back, tears in his eyes. The tiny curl of her lips seemed to beg for a kiss. When they met, Yuraine was as still as a baby bird, following Isis’s lips.

“ Do you like kissing?”

Yuraine nodded. Isis slid her hand down and gripped Yuraine’s thigh tightly.

“And this?

“Ah……!”

Poof, flesh met flesh, sticky water splashing from the junction. Isis jerked her hips, gripping hard enough to crush the firm, soft flesh of her thigh. Her inner walls spasmed and clawed for his.

“Mmmm……! Mmm, hmm, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!”

The narrow, tight inner passage opened further and further. Yuraine struggled helplessly, pulling himself out to escape. Holding it tighter and tighter, Isis rubbed her own inside Eurydice as hard as she could. Yuraine’s back jerked frantically, as if struck by lightning. Her stomach stiffened in my arms, and her insides constricted beyond measure. Isis moaned softly under the intense pressure.

‘Ah, no, ah……, ah, ah!’

With a shrieking groan, Yuraine’s juices burst out from inside her. The slippery, warm liquid trickled through the tightly packed flesh. Isis rubbed rapidly against the even more slippery underside. There was a grinding sound, and Yuraine buried her face in the sheets, red to the shoulders.

Isis was as high as Yuraine. Her shoulders heaved with her heavy breathing. He hugged Yuraine tightly from behind as he ejaculated. The sensation of blood rushing to his penis was unusual today. He felt lightheaded and dizzy, like his head was going white and empty. Isis squinted her eyes and whispered, holding Yuraine close.

“Yuraine, I think…….”

“Ah, this, this, ah, ah……!”

The person whose body overlapped with Lamia’s would gradually undergo a physical change that mimicked Lamia’s, and this was it. It didn’t happen often, but once inside her, her penis swelled round and filled her womb, clinging tightly to her orifice. It brought intense pleasure to both her and her partner.

Yuraine, already overcome with pleasure, cried out in anticipation of the sensations, which were about to become even more intense. Isis whispered that it was adorable, and kissed Yuraine’s eyes and cheeks again and again. His cock swelled slowly. Already filled to the point where there was barely room for a thread, it gaped open wider and wider. Yuraine cried out, making a childlike sound as his belly felt endlessly inflated. Without warning, Isis’s hand closed over the one that held her belly.

It went on for quite a while. Yuraine’s cries grew louder the longer his genitals remained inflated. His eyes blurred with moisture from the pleasure. Isis hugged the slender body in her arms tightly, wishing a little that she had started with him facing her. Time passed, and a trickle of pre-cum began to drip from the tip of Isis’s penis. It was still clinging tightly to her womb, and the way inside had opened to receive it. The pressure of the inner wall drew the glans into the narrow opening.

Yuraine groaned frantically. His swollen penis slowly subsided as more than twice as much cum poured out of him as he normally ejaculated. But the sensation of cum shooting deep inside him made him shudder even harder. When he finally finished and Isis kissed the back of his neck, Yuraine’s eyes went wide and he blacked out.

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