Predatory Marriage

The memory of the day he had escaped from the slave traders was precious to Ishakan. He had treasured it in his mind as if it were a jewel.

Somehow, he had thought that memory would be just as important for the Princess. That day, they had shared emotions that he could never put into words. But that had been an illusion. That day had only been meaningful to him.

It was a bitter realization.

It probably had been a day like any other for the Princess. She had saved many slaves. There was no reason why she would remember Ishakan. But though his head could understand this perfectly, his heart could not accept it. He had hoped that the memory of him would be as special to her.

A strange, irrational disappointment washed over him. For a moment, countless thoughts cascaded through his mind, though fortunately nothing showed outside.

Gazing at the Princess, he calmed himself. He had slipped into the palace before to look at her, but that had always been from a distance. He had not been this close to her since the day she set him free.

The silvery Princess was still so beautiful. Remembering that first meeting made all those repressed feelings surge forward, and a smile rose uncontrollably to his face. His original plan had been to take her to a quiet place, so they could talk. And after a little reminiscing about the past, he would offer her the chance to fly free from Estia.

But now everything had gone awry. All she wanted was a man to have s3x with. It wouldn't be so bad to show his gratitude with his body.

Once the decision was made, there was no reason to hesitate.

"I can't believe a lady of your position would have to visit the red district," he said. "There aren't any nobles man enough for the job?"

The Princess's lashes fluttered at those words.

"I don't understand why you would ask that, unless you have been watching me," she said. "And I don't believe you are the pr0stitute I hired."

"Why does that matter? You just wanted a bedmate who can pleasure you and keep his mouth shut, didn't you? I can do that."

Ishakan deliberately spoke coarsely, laying his hands on her shoulders. At first she was reluctant, shrugging her shoulders, but in the end she did not resist him.

Pulling off her long robe, Ishakan frowned. The Princess had always been slim, but she was a twig now, and up close she had lost even more weight than he had thought.

It was clear that the royal family of Estia was not taking care of their Princess properly.

Ishakan had assumed that she was running away from the palace because of how badly they treated her. Maybe she was so desperate for love, she would even go so far as to hire pr0stitutes for a little affection. – Posted only on NovelUtopia

Ishakan pulled her against him, gazing down into her purple eyes. Her pupils swelled darkly.

He wanted to make her feel good. This time, he would engrave himself into her memory so deeply, she would never forget him again.

There were no words that could achieve that. Ishakan kissed her. Her lips were soft, and heat rose through him. Before he realized it, the kiss had intensified with his hunger.

"Hmm…!"

He rubbed her tongue with his own. He licked her teeth. When she drew back, he caught her reflexively, his hand pressed firmly to the back of her neck. Her face reddened at the soft, wet sound of the kiss echoing through the silent room.

It was adorable how she tried to hide it. It made him want to turn her over and thrust into her immediately, and Ishakan found himself wondering what her face would look like if he did.

Maybe she would shudder with pleasure. Maybe she would burst into tears. Maybe both.

His hands ran all over her body, and though he suppressed his desire, the strength of his hands left red marks on her delicate skin.

"Hmmm…"