The Princess’ Bedroom Doll -R19 - Chapter 93

It had been several minutes since his hand had teased her softness rubbing against it. The inside was getting more moist.

Raha ended up skimming the last page and squeezed Shade’s hand. It was the hand that was slowly thrusting and poking her sensitive womanhood.

“Please stop.”

“You’re the one who told me to touch you.”

“I meant that you could rub my breasts….”

“You read it well even when I touched it.”

“Of course I did. It’s my job.”

Shedd pressed Raha’s swollen nub with his thumb. The obvious pleasure of her entire body’s heat pooling in that small area. Raha let out a moan.

“So did you read all of that?”

“I read all…….”

The reply that came out despite the groan was clear. Shed’s fingers, which had been tormenting Raha’s sensitive silkness for so long, slipped away. Just as Raha felt a strange sense of loss for a moment, her body was picked up. In an instant, she was face to face with Shed.

Both of her wrists were grabbed and pushed down onto the seat. Only then did she notice Shed’s arousal length was hard and swollen. She was lost in the overflowing kisses. Before she knew it, the gown she was wearing had drifted off. Shed unbuckled his pants with one hand and spread Raha’s legs apart.

Raha’s indoor clothes and underwear were messed up, and Shed freed his thick, hard p*nis. Raha tried to undress Shed, but he pulled Raha’s hips down.

Shed placed his p*nis against Raha’s narrow entrance. The fist-thick tip entered her vagina easily.

“Ughhh…”

It was a choking sound. Shed also let out a low moan.

“No matter how long I stretch it with my fingers, it’s always tight.”

“Ha…”

“What would I do with you?”

The question was a low whisper and did not reach Raha’s ears.

At the same time, the genitals thrust mercilessly. Raha reflexively squeezed her eyes shut. She could never get used to it, even after dozens of experiences.

Was it originally like this? Was this how it feels to have her body penetrated like this every time? How long would it take to get used to it? Raha had a hard time adjusting to Shed’s huge length.

She also couldn’t get used to the way his length

would come in and raise the contours of her flat stomach. How on earth could her bottom still be alive with the penetration? Physiological questions were fleeting. Shed seemed to pinpoint well the sensitive part that was hiding deep. The roughness against the softness.

“Ha…..Shed, hmph…! Aaah! Oh ……!”

Raha’s body trembled. Barely holding his shoulders was all it took. She couldn’t even breathe properly, as her lower abdomen was completely melting with pleasure. The warm, soft insides completely enveloped Shed’s hardness. The merciless invasion at her sensitive spot was unforgiving and Raha tensed up.

Her vision turned white and she tingled all the way down to her toes. Shed’s hand grabbed Raha’s chin and shoved his tongue straight into her open mouth, which was moaning restlessly.

She was now completely breathless. Shed loved kissing her. From during the act, or even after she passed out with exhaustion.

“Ugh…….”

A moan leaked out from between the entangled  tongues. Raha’s eyes grew redder and redder. She blinked again and again, and finally tears began to trickle down her face.

“Raha.”

The whisper also shook Raha. She had been sitting on Shed’s thighs for some time. The still-inserted p*nis made her feel full just sitting there. Shed’s hands grabbed Raha’s hips and slammed it down.

“Ugh! Shed…! Ha……, ah, hmm……!”

Raha’s chest repeatedly heaved without being able to catch her breath. Tear-soaked lashes clouded her vision. Shed looked into Raha’s eyes, squeezed her swaying breasts, and immersed himself in ecstasy again.

Every time with the shattering climax, Raha was pushed to oblivion. Two more thrust, Shed emptied his seeds in her depths and removed his p*nis, which was now a mess of love juice and semen.

“Ha….”

After that much, Raha hung helplessly against Shed’s chest and didn’t even move a finger. It was obvious that she did not know. That every time Shed saw her like that, he wanted to hold that gasping body to the point of crushing it.

Pleased, Shed kissed Raha’s cheek and laid her down on the sheet.The papers she had read had been put away early on on a small table next to the bed. Raha laid her head on the fluffy pillow and didn’t move as usual while Shed pulled the covers up to her shoulders. There was no strength in her body.

Then she watched surreptitiously as Shed raised himself up to change his clothes. The back of Shed was so solid with muscles that she didn’t want to take his eyes off of him as he quickly undressed. The good thing was that she was the master of the beautiful body,

Raha hugged Shed as he laid back in bed and touched his back. It felt good to have the prominent muscles wrapped around her hand.

“Sleep, Raha.”

“Yes.”

She answered honestly and nuzzled her face into Shed’s chest.

It was sometimes strange to have sex with a Shed. At first she was a cooperative tool to willingly give biological material to the Holy Land for their experiment, and at other times she used it like a tool for self harm. Growing up as a thoroughly controlled animal, incapable of harming itself, it felt like the first time she brought her head against a wall and hit it hard. An uncomfortable, tingling pain that rang the entire body.

She was trapped for the rest of my life and had to hold her breath and just survive. That was all I was allowed to do. The pain of destroying the body inevitably leads to death, so she thought she had removed the sense of release by wading through that death-like pain that so many poets had made such a racket about.

It was a rationalization.

Raha was firmly colored by the pleasure of the heat from Shed and the sense of solid and distinguished volume. It was easy to understand why so many aristocrats enjoy the nightlife. But to just say that it was just to satisfy her sexual desires that she always whispered to Shed…

It was a thought that sounded too heartless. It was not just a mere thing. She was convinced that she probably wouldn’t feel as good sleeping with another slave as she would with Shed.

“Shed.”

“Huh?”

“Do you know…”

Raha’s voice cracked. She laughed softly.

“Oliver told me that he wants you to stay out of the palace as long as possible.”

Shed was in the separate palace where the slaves stayed for the first week, but then they moved to Raha’s sleeping quarters. In the end, it seemed that Shed was just a bet between the two countries.

As the national marriage was finalized, nobles from home and abroad would flock over, so it would have been ambiguous to make the royal lord of Hildes, a friend of Delo, a bedroom slave on the occasion…. was Raha’s guess.

Of course, it was more interesting that Oliver rolled his eyes and said these words than these heavy thoughts.

“Why are you telling me not to go to the other palace?”

“He’s afraid you’ll make the other slaves suffer.”

* * *

The next day.

Last summer, the two slaves that Raha kept alive were too busy trying to save face.

“…….”

The royal lord of Hildes was in front of them. Shed Hildes. He was dressed somewhere between a slave and a monarchy, and he sat leaning back in his chair watching them.

Late this morning, when the lord came upon them in the separate palace, they were silent for a while.

“The Princess.”

“Um, we are…!”

The more timid-looking of the two slaves spoke up in a hurry.

“I’ve never received a favor from the Imperial Princess…!”

“……?”

“Since the Princess took us in because she felt sorry for us, and since the Princess has never been in very good health, she has never reached out to us…! It is true! Not once have we taken care of the Princess’s bedroom duty!”

Shed was taken aback as the slave spoke frantically. Perhaps because of the jealousy, he wanted to kill Raha’s slaves.

However, thanks to the slave’s fear and fuss, the picture was completed precisely where Oliver was concerned. Shed looked at the slaves with mixed feelings.

How about the fact that Raha had not spent the night with any other man but himself? Did she like him that much? The answer was not immediate. He thought about other things at the same time. Was she very ill?

So much so that she couldn’t even bed the slaves once?

As Shed’s expression gradually sank, a thought he had buried in his chest also slipped away. He knew that Raha was lying when she said that she had kept him alive to relieve her sexual desires. That clever princess mixed her body with Shed to help with the experiment from the beginning.

If it were not for the experiment, would Raha want to sleep with him? Just like these slaves who had not once slept with Raha.

Shed’s eyes gradually cooled. His mind became complicated in this way by the not-so-great words that the slaves spewed out recklessly in order to survive.