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Llewellyn patted her neck. The blood-red mark engraved on her slender neck was hot. With every breath, there was a burning desire. Llewellyn was now dominated by lust. In short, she was in heat.
There was no knight serving the forsaken princess who, after her mother died, lost favor with the king and was cast away to 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 directly risk Lewellyn's life, but Llewellyn was safe anyway. She thought so.
Until 20 days ago, when she was kidnapped by warlocks during a hunting contest.
In fact, she didn't want to go to the hunting contest. However, she was forced to attend because of Bastian's consideration. While nobles laughed and clamored during her hunting contest, she was quietly killing time in the tent prepared for her.
At some point she seemed to have fallen asleep. She was dragged away with her mouth gagged and eyes blindfolded. She couldn't even try to let out a single scream. When she awoke, she was lying with her hands and feet tied on a cold altar.
Someone gently caressed her. Llewellyn was trembling.
The dark incantations specific to black magic were still ringing in her ears. When she felt a sting in her neck and bled, 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 she was being sacrificed to '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 her gagged mouth.
It was painful.
She thought she was going to die.
She was afraid.But she was not afraid for long.
She felt warm and smelled something sweet. The moment she smelled it she was intoxicated with the scent, and she felt a hand stroking the back of her neck. It was cold and warm, soft and stingy.
[You're a funny kid.]
The moment she heard that voice, she realized she was being held by Asmodeus.
"It's an interesting wish."
His cool hand caressed Llewellyn's forehead.
"I like fun things."
The demon god of lust personally gave a curse to this 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 the beautiful woman who does not know the joy of love, I send my enchanting mercy,"
"You will know the joy of pleasure."
It was a curse to be swallowed by lust. The nape of her neck suddenly began to ache.
Llewellyn is was now dead, she thought.
The dark wizards somehow put her back in her tent on the 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 engraved on her neck repeatedly urged her to hold a man.
'Wouldn't it have been easier if I had a bed? Would you like me to make love now?'
But how?
Llewellyn felt like she was going crazy. She thought her pain would someday subside, but her curse constantly ate her up and tormented her. So she was tormented by her lust that came every night. The desire grew stronger and more intense and invaded the daytime.
At a banquet like today, where she can see many more men, her body was in even more pain.
Arriving at her palace, she chastised the maids who followed her. In any case, no one tried to serve her sincerely. Llewellyn could easily have some alone time. Because of how little her maids and her escort knights cared for her, no one would have noticed her absence during the hours of her abduction, even during hunting competitions.
Llewellyn smiled coldly and entered the small abandoned greenhouse attached to her palace.
The breath on her lips grew hotter and hotter. A blush appeared on her face. Her face was red, as if she was drunk. She felt a warm sensation between her legs.
Her body, which was tickling and tingling at first, had 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 was really going to break down wildly.
'Should I bring a man and mix with his body?'
However, if the rumor got out, she would not be able to go to the monastery because she was a promiscuous woman. Besides getting married, the only way out of this country would be blocked.
Llewellyn opened her lips and gasped for breath. A deep blush was visible on her face. Her red lips 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 cold bench and let out her moans. The cooling stone had 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 could process anything.
It's a man. It's a man. It's a way to satisfy your needs.
She lifted her body up.
"Princess?"
Asmodeus' stigma burned hot as if the 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, Llewellyn, a single human, could not resist.
She had only one thought in her mind.
'I need to have this man.'
She needed 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?"
Llewellyn smiled. She stretched out her arms and embraced the 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 Llewellyn 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 doing, Llewellyn reached out and touched the man's firm chest. Her hand was quite bold.
"What…"
"No?"
Llewellyn asked pitifully and hung on. Teary eyed. Her soft skin touched the man's hard body. A sweet, seductive scent emanated from the body. The man's eyes opened and she began to destroy his reason.
"Princess, I….."
"I want to."Llewellyn 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.
"Then do not regret this."
Those were the man's last words before melting into her body.
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