Chapter 472: Degenerate Urge (18++)

Chapter 472: Degenerate Urge (18++)

“GHYAH!?!?” Remi flailed and ended up falling to the rock-hard ground, startled by the prisoner’s voice.

Remi raised her head and looked at the sole prison cell she was left in charge of and confirmed her fears. The prisoner was no longer sleeping. Princess Mary was standing at the long vertical metal bars that separated her from freedom, with her hands on those bars and an amused smile.

The princess had nothing but a cloak and an old, ragged shirt that looked more like a potato bag than a piece of clothing. Flavna had ordered to strip the princess of her armor while they had the chance. Remi and many other Purple Capes that spectated the Games had witnessed the brutal feats that the princess was capable of with that armor.

“I-it’s not what it looks like!” Remi blurted out as she got up.

“Pffft!” Mary snorted. “Sure, do tell! What did those fingers in your pussy and those naughty moans really mean.”

“Um,” Remi, obviously had no reasonable explanation for why her pants were below her knees. “I was itchy...”

“Oh, I bet!” Mary chuckled.

Remi looked away, mortified and with no way to save face. The worst of it all was that Remi was not at all satisfied with her previous orgasm. The guilt had only temporarily obscured her desire for more than what her fingers could offer. And even when Remi put her pants back on, the rubbing of the fabric against her pussy was too stimulating to be unnoticed.

“It wasn’t enough, was it?”

Remi slowly took a couple of steps closer to Mary’s cell. Then a few more. The princess slowly stroked the soft piece of meat, stirring it to life. No longer pointing straight down, it rose a little and poked out of the cell through the gap in the metal bars.

“You’re not supposed to leave the cell,” Remi said.

“Oh, surely this doesn’t count! Want to touch it?”

“Eh!? I have touched a cock before!”

“But have you touched a royalty’s cock?” Mary asked. “Or a girl’s cock? A royal girl’s cock!”

A cock is just a cock, Remi thought, yet she couldn’t look away from it. That giant head, those popping veins. The intoxicating smell that made her pussy moist.

Huh? Remi blinked realizing that Mary’s cock was right before her face. Before she knew it, Remi had already crouched barely two feet from the cell, with her face on the same level as Mary’s rising cock. It throbbed right in front of Remi, the horny one-eyed demon that stared right into her soul.

“Do you want to touch it or lick it?” Mary asked as if the answer wasn’t obvious to both of them.

Remi’s breathing got heavier as she squirmed a little, fighting a losing battle against her degenerate urge to suck off the imprisoned princess while fingering herself to another orgasm.Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.