The Alpha's Captive Princess

Chapter 6

Her body felt weightless and swollen, as if she had transformed into the breadsticks. She used to gift to the little flower fairies as a child, soft and fluffy, or like burying her hand in her father's long beard. It was as if she had turned into a tiny feather, gently drifting down, landing in a broad palm, warm and reassuring, like...

...like the kiss Brenik planted on her forehead.

Lyralei opened her eyes to a soft blue light, realizing it wasn't her room. Her body felt strange, swollen as if it might burst, her entire awareness focused on her arms. The spiraling black lines lay quietly, but emitted a searing heat as if branded onto her skin.

After a while, her senses returned, and the strange warmth in her chest became increasingly apparent.

"What are you doing?! Brenik! Stop!" The man who usually behaved respectfully in her presence was now leaning over her chest, his hands lifting the bra covering her small breasts...

She struggled to emit a few indistinct cries of protest, desperately writhing, pushing his head away, but unable to escape his oral assault.

After a long while, the man pressing down on her finally lifted his head, his eyes burning with crimson desire, causing Lyralei to avert her gaze in fear.

"Brenik... stop... I command you... ah!"

Her sensitive n*****s were exposed to the air, deliberately grazed by sharp teeth. The right breast was covered in glistening liquid, while the left was rubbed raw by rough palms.

"The servant should die."

Although saying this, his hands didn't stop their actions. He stood up, his imposing bronze body captivating and enchanting under the blue light, as he used one hand to hold Lyralei down and untied her gown.

This action distanced Lyralei from Brenik, and the unbearable heat surged back into her body. She instinctively hooked her toes around the man in front of her, unwilling to let him leave.

Brenik bent down, spreading her naked legs around his lean waist.

The girl's long hair lay spread out on the bed, her chest rising and falling violently, her crimson lips slightly parted, panting. A few strands of hair were dampened by sweat, sticking messily to her cheeks.

Lyralei subconsciously closed her legs, inadvertently trapping the man's waist. When she realized and tried to withdraw her legs, she was pressed back onto the bed by him.

Above her was the heavy, scorching flesh, below was the soft bed, on either side were the strong arms of the man. She was trapped on all sides, unable to escape.

He grabbed her hand and placed it on his groin. She sobbed, trying to break free, but was firmly pressed down, unable to escape his confinement. Wrapped in the delicate and soft palm of the girl, Brenik tilted his head slightly, his Adam's apple rolling comfortably.

The magic lines on his arms writhed, twisted into a ball, then transformed into the shape of fangs, threatening Brenik with a snarl.

With a glance from the corner of his eye, Brenik covered one of the magic lines with his hand. Like pouring cold water on hot iron, black mist emanated from his fingers, and the menacing magic lines gradually smoothed out, returning to smaller spirals than before.

The black lace bra highlighted Lyralei's pale skin, a thin layer of sweat oozing from her body. The misty and fragile eyes of the girl filled with tears, like a pitiful young animal being sacrificed.

"Wuwuwu... it hurts so much..."

The discomfort caused by the magic lines gradually disappeared, replaced by an unbearable burning sensation, as Brenik's waist rubbed against her tender legs. Her body felt weightless and swollen, as if she had transformed into the breadsticks she used to gift to the little flower fairies as a child, soft and fluffy, or like burying her hand in her father's long beard. It was as if she had turned into a tiny feather, gently drifting down, landing in a broad palm, warm and reassuring...

Brenik bent down, pressing his chest against Lyralei's back, gently licking the tangled strands of her hair.

"Get closer to me, rely on me a little more."

The man's voice was full of grievances. "Princess, when you grew up, you weren't as close to me as you were when you were a child..."

"At that time, you still called me brother, hugged me, small and fragrant, coquettishly asking me to make flower crowns for you, to wear on your head, bullied by elves, you would run to me, begging me to avenge you..."

The girl had already fallen asleep, her brows furrowed slightly. Brenik sighed and gently caressed her sleeping face.

"Don't reject me."

...After who knows how long, Lyralei passed out and woke up again, repeating this several times. In a half-sleep, half-wake state, she could faintly see the morning light outside the window.