The Abandoned Princess’ Secret Bedroom - Chapter 2

Lewellyn patted her neck. The blood-red flesh engraved on her slender neck was hot. With every breath, there was a burning desire. Lewellyn was now dominated by lust. In short, she was in heat.

There was no knight serving the forsaken princess who, after her queen died, was hated by the king and was cast down in her private palace. In fact, even the nominally assigned escort knights usually neglected their duties, such as practicing swordsmanship or leaving their seats for long periods of time. For some reason Pamela didn’t risk Lewellyn’s life, and Lewellyn was safe anyway. She thought so.

Until 20 days ago, when she was kidnapped by warlocks in a hunting contest.

In fact, she didn’t want to go to a hunting contest. However, she was forced to attend because of Bastian’s consideration. While her nobles laughed and clamored for her hunting contest, she was quietly killing time in the tent she had prepared for her.

At some point she seems to have fallen into a nap. She was dragged away with her mouth and eyes closed. She didn’t let out a single scream. When she awoke, she was lying with her hands and feet tied on what was supposed to be a cold altar.

Someone gently caressed her. Lewellyn was trembling.

The gloomy incantations peculiar to black magic were still playing in her ears. When a sting touched her neck and her blood flowed, she realized that she had been ‘sacrificed’.

“I long for the touch of Asmodeus, the god of all dark things!”

And when she learned that the subject of the sacrifice was ‘Asmodeus’, not the devil, she shed tears and trembled.

Asmodeus, a powerful demon on par with the Holy God, was the god she was sacrificed to.

Fortunately, it wasn’t painful. A strange ritual began, and her body became warm. A scream and saliva leaked out through the teeth that closed her mouth.

It was painful.

She thought she was going to die.

She was afraid.

But that time was not long.

It felt warm and smelled sweet. The moment she was intoxicated with her scent, she felt a hand stroking the back of her own neck. It was cold and warm, soft and stingy.

“You’re a funny kid.”

The moment that voice rang in her head, she realized she was being held by Asmodeus.

“It’s an interesting wish.”

His cool hand caressed Lewellyn’s forehead.

“I like fun things.”

The demon god and the god in charge of lust personally gave a curse to a single human dedicated to him.

“A woman who does not know love, may you know the joy of pleasure.”

“In the future, as long as time permits, lament your lust and seduce your partner.”

“To a beautiful person who does not know the joy of love, I send my enchanting mercy,”

“You will know the joy of pleasure.”

It was a curse that was swallowed up by lust. The nape of her neck suddenly began to ache.

Llewellyn is now dead, she thought.

The black wizards somehow put her back on her hunting grounds. So Llewelyn thought everything was a dream. She was looking for herself until she heard the voice of the escort knight and felt her body heat up.

‘Crazy b***ard, what mercy is this!’

From that day on, when she made eye contact with a man or heard a man’s voice, she had goosebumps all over her body. The pattern the demon had engraved on her neck repeatedly urged her to hold the man.

‘Wouldn’t it have been easier if I had a bed? Would you like me to make love now?

But how?

Lewellyn looked like she was going crazy. She thought it was her pain that would someday subside her, but her stigma constantly ate her up and tormented her. So she was tormented by her lust that came every night. What’s even more amazing is that the desire grows stronger and more intense and invades into the daytime.

At a banquet like today, where you can see many of her men, her body was even more in pain.

Arriving at her palace, she bit the maidens who followed her. In any case, no one tried to serve her sincerely. Lewellyn could easily have some alone time. How much less her maids and her escort knights cared for her, no one would have noticed her absence during the hours of her abduction, even during her hunting competitions.

Lewellyn smiled coldly and entered the small abandoned greenhouse attached to the palace.

The breath on her lips grew hotter and hotter. A blush appeared on her face. She would now have her face red as if she was drunk. She felt a warm sensation between her legs.

Her body, which was tickling and tingling at first, has now heated up at quite a dangerous speed. Not only at night, but also during the day, her body became so hot that it became unbearable. Maybe if it goes like this… … .

She’s really going to break down wildly.

‘Should I bring a man and mix with his body?’

However, if the rumor goes wrong, she will not be able to go to the monastery because she is a promiscuous woman. Without getting married, the only way out of this country would be blocked.

Lewellyn opened her lips and gasped for her breath. Deep blush with a strange light on her white face was visible. Red lips that were getting hotter and hotter. A bitterly sweet dark scent emanated from the disheveled woman’s body. Heat began to sizzle over her head.

It was fortunate that the maids did not see this. She laid her down on her rotten bench and let out her moans. The cooling stone has long since fulfilled its role.

Asmodeus’s supremacy glowed dark red from her neck.

Squeak.

Then, the door to the greenhouse opened. A dark shadow appeared. Her body reacted first before her head judged.

It’s a man. It’s a man. It’s a reason to satisfy your needs.

She lifted her body up.

“Princess?”

Asmodeus’ stigma burned hot as if a man’s voice was a signal. Her mind exploded, saying, “It’s this man,” paralyzing her reason, and ruling her body with lust. As the seal of the gods was released, Lewellyn, a single human, could not resist.

She had only one thought in her mind.

‘I need to have this man.’

She needs to be intimate with this man.

Now it didn’t matter who he was.

She wanted to mate with him.

Hurry.

As if possessed, she approached the man.

“Princess, what’s going on?”

Lewellyn smiled. She stretched out her arms and embraced her man in her wide arms.

She smiled, savoring the scent of his musk brushing the tip of her nose.

“I missed you.”

“You missed me?”

He flinched.

The man was in disbelief. His tone of voice conveyed his heartbreaking ecstasy, but Lewellyn did not hear it. All she wanted was one thing, to have s*x with this man. Every word she uttered was only a means to seduce him.

Without knowing what she was talking about, Lewellyn reached out and touched the man’s firm chest. Her hand was quite blatant.

“What…”

“No?”

Lewellyn asked pitifully and hung on.

Teary eyes.

Her soft skin touched the man’s hard body. A sweet, seductive scent emanating from the body. The man’s eyes opened and she began to play with his reasons.

“Princess, I…..”

“I want to.”

Lewellyn smiled and kissed him. As her body continued to tangle with his, she felt something hard on her thigh. She instinctively placed her hand on it. The man was becoming hard, blatantly revealing his desires.

“Do not regret.”

Those were the man’s last words before melting into her body.

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