The Kidnapped Prince is Mine Now - Chapter 19

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Chapter 19
“…Say, Rotar.”
“If you layer new memories atop painful ones, might not everything eventually fade into obscurity?”
“…!”
The unexpected question left me speechless. It felt as though he had pierced straight through my thoughts.
“There is no need to overthink it. Use me.”
Rotar Eisenrit’s gaze remained as steady and serene as always.
“Am I not merely an insignificant rival and adversary to the man you despise unto death—Maximilian?”
With those words, Rotar waited. For my permission to withdraw, or a signal of refusal.
I gazed down at the man kneeling before me, my mind adrift in contemplation of his appearance.
A face refined as if carved by a sculptor’s blade, each line immaculate. The thick, muscular frame that no garment could conceal, and—
‘Indeed, we scarcely resemble each other.’
The eyes of a knight devoted to protecting something.
I reached out, threading my fingers through his coarse, dark hair, and whispered.
“…Do as you wish.”
It was then that Rotar’s hands grasped the dress that fell to my waist.
With a sharp, tearing sound, the dress split in two and fell to the floor like a discarded rag.
Rotar spoke with the faintest crease at the corner of his eyes.
“Though I am an inexperienced husband, I humbly ask for your kindness.”
And in that same moment—
“Ah!”
My body lifted from the ground. Rotar had risen and gathered me into his arms.
“It seemed you would be more comfortable lying down from this point forward.”
With that brief explanation, he took several steps and laid me upon the bed—the very one adorned with brilliant crimson rose petals.
As he lowered me onto it, Rotar began to shed the garment draped across his shoulders. The buttons of his white shirt came undone one by one, revealing the body beneath his collarbone.
Even in the darkness, his skin tone, deeper than mine, held an inexplicable allure. Perhaps it was the thickly defined chest and the sharply etched abdominal muscles beneath that created such an effect.
The perfectly sculpted torso, worthy of a sigh, was covered in scars both large and small. Despite possessing an almost supernatural capacity for recovery, his body bore countless marks of suffering. It was possible that Rotar had brushed against death far more times than I had imagined.
‘A body that does not die easily.’
Thinking that it seemed somehow similar to my own, I reached out.
When I touched the deep, claw-like scar etched along his right flank, Rotar’s skin trembled slightly.
“Does it hurt?”
“No. It is merely…”
His hesitation was brief. Rotar seized my hand and pressed it against his abdomen, dragging it from his sternum past his navel.
The firm muscles writhed beneath my palm like living things, their sensation vivid against my skin. The rough texture of the scars accompanied every movement.
“Is it unsightly?”
Rotar asked, his breathing now rougher than before, yet he did not release my hand.
I shook my head, feeling the weight of muscle beneath my fingertips.
“Not at all. They suit you.”
“Me, you say?”
“Yes. The Empire’s blade without a single scar would lack character.”
“…True nature.”
Rotar Eisenrit murmured the word as though tasting it for the first time, then let out a soft chuckle. For a moment, his face looked almost endearing, which surprised me slightly.
No, thinking about it, there was nothing to be surprised about. This man was, after all, merely twenty-two—a young man still green with inexperience. I found myself caught in a peculiar sense of transgression.
“Mmph.”
He lowered his head abruptly and drew his lips inward without warning.
His large mouth covered his parched lips, and after sucking several times, he pushed his thick tongue directly into his mouth.
He lightly traced my inner teeth, then rubbed the roof of my mouth with such force it seemed he might strip it away—my entire body tensed involuntarily.
“Mmm, ah…!”
The pressure was overwhelming. I raised my knee and struck his ribs sharply.
Whether he understood or not, the force rubbing against the roof of my mouth lessened, but his hand began moving again.
Rotar withdrew the hand that had been stroking my abdomen and placed it on the bed. He interlaced his fingers, pressing down as though binding me, then gripped my waist firmly.
“Mmph…!”
My waist curved in a smooth arc while my mouth remained sealed. Under the intense pressure of his grip, I feared marks would form in the shape of his fingers.
I writhed convulsively at his continued touch, but trapped between his heavy thighs, my body had nowhere to escape. When I tried to push myself up by pressing my feet against the bed, his interlaced hands tightened with sudden force.
Rotar wrapped his tongue around my own retreating tongue and pulled it out deliberately. Then, sucking my tongue like a child with candy, he accelerated the pace of his hands stroking my waist and hips.
“Mmph, ah…, suck, hah!”
As I thrashed desperately against the unbearable stimulation, Rotar released my tongue momentarily and whispered.
“It seems Elise truly is blessed by the goddess.”
“Insane, what, ah…!”
“Observe. Your entire body flushes so beautifully, and you produce such lovely sounds.”
“Bastard, mmph!”
Before I could protest his arbitrary words, my mouth was sealed again. Rotar explored every corner of my mouth thoroughly, tasting me.
“Mmm, ah, mmmm…!”
I struggled to open my mouth and pushed against his shoulder with my free hand.
After evading my tongue several times and feeling my lips quiver in resistance, even Rotar seemed unable to ignore it and finally released me.
“Why do you resist?”
“Hah….”
“Does something hurt? Are you uncomfortable?”
No, that’s not it.
I caught my breath shallowly and looked up at Rotar’s face.
In the dim room, illuminated by the faint candlelight, his shadowed features were both grave and decadent in a way that stirred something within me.
The silver thread trailing from his lips, his bare chest. Most of all, his fervent eyes fixed entirely upon me.
Facing that expression, ambivalent emotions bloomed within me. The fear of being consumed. Yet on the other hand….
“…Continue.”
“Pardon?”
“Keep going. Just not all the way.”
A reckless desire to devour him rose within me.
Above all, the man before me seemed as though he would never harm me.
Rotar hesitated for a moment before asking.
“Is that truly your wish, Elise?”
“What?”
“I mean, you’re not forcing yourself to give me your body, are you?”
What is he talking about now?
I stared up at his face blankly before responding.
“Do I look like that kind of person to you?”
“…I’m relieved to hear that.”
His needless worry ended there. A short sigh escaped Rotar Eisenrit’s lips as he bowed his head once more.
His lips touched my forehead lightly. A soft, damp sensation traced along the bridge of my nose, my chin, and the nape of my neck.
“Ah….”
My body trembled at the tender, ticklish sensation, and I closed my eyes. Rotar Eisenrit’s lips moved along my collarbone, descending further.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
His monotone voice carried a faint warmth beneath it.
***
How much time had passed?
I lifted my head, my mind hazy.
A blue light had settled over the trees outside the window. It meant dawn had arrived.
His lips touched my cheek lightly before withdrawing.
“Let’s stop here.”
His calm voice continued.
“Huh? Oh, yes….”
I responded without thinking, then realized belatedly. Rotar Eisenrit’s “service” had ended.
‘Finally.’
I hadn’t known. That I could be consumed entirely, from head to toe, without going all the way.
Did I dislike it? No. The sensation of heat filling my entire body. Surrendering myself to the pleasure that surged as we shared breath with the person before me.
Even his hands, burrowing in with almost overwhelming intensity, were honestly….
‘Wonderful.’
His movements were like melting my very mind. Perhaps if he had crossed the line, I wouldn’t have pushed him away and would have accepted it instead.
But Rotar Eisenrit never touched below. He only gazed at my trembling face and body with dark, shadowed eyes.
Rotar Eisenrit slowly raised his upper body above me. Then, brushing back his disheveled hair, he asked.
“Would it be alright if I visited the Bathroom for a moment? If you could wait just five minutes, I’ll return to escort you….”
“No, I’ll go myself. My legs work fine.”
I fired back rapid-fire before he could even finish speaking.
Escort me? As if! I’m going to handle this alone!

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