Kiss the Stranger

Thump… thump… thump… thump….
My heart pounded painfully in my chest. I kept my eyes tightly shut and focused every nerve on the warmth transmitted through his lips. He was still holding both of my wrists. His full weight pressed down heavily over my body.
I didn’t know whether I was afraid or excited, and my mind spun. All I could feel was the quiver of our pressed lips, the weight of his body against me, and that unchanging heat. Shamefully, something at my front had stiffened. Trapped flat between the bed and his broad body, I couldn’t hide it.
‘Cut off that disgusting thing.’
Suddenly the cool voice of the crown prince echoed in my mind, and my whole body froze. Rikal, ever alert, sensed my turmoil even through the layers of woven tapestry.
“…Why are you doing that?”
He broke the kiss but kept our lips touching as he whispered. I gasped and answered, terrified.
“Y-Your Highness… please don’t… don’t cut it off…”
My voice trembled uncontrollably. The Stranger paused. At last he pulled his lips away and lifted his head to look at my face, as if puzzled by my words. I could only stare back, my eyes shaking.
“I’m sorry it… ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) rose so rudely. Please… please forgive me, and please… please don’t cut… my thing off…”
“Ah…”
At my desperate pleading, he finally emitted a curious murmur. I froze, waiting for an answer. Fear prickled inside me, but The Stranger’s reaction was oddly lukewarm. He neither agreed nor scolded; he simply studied me with an inscrutable expression. My throat went dry, and I swallowed hard. He frowned briefly, then looked down. My attention flickered to the tight contact below. Before I could guess what he might do, he shifted his body and brought one hand down to grip in front of me. I shrank back, gulping in a terrified gasp, and he glanced up to ask,
“Do you mean this rude thing?”
Before I knew it, the thing between my legs lay exposed in his large hand. I couldn’t bring myself to answer; I just met his gaze with trembling eyes. He spoke again, his tone indifferent.
“An omega doesn’t need this anyway, does he? Cutting off this worthless thing wouldn’t change anything.”
“Ah…”
I parted my lips but no sound came out. Tears welled up immediately, and I looked up at him, quivering. He rolled the small, shrunken object between his fingers, as though testing its worth—and I felt my breath catch, convinced he would crush it.
His gaze lifted from his hand back to me. I drew ragged breaths, tears brimming in my eyes as I looked up at the crown prince. I could no longer plead; I only held back my sobs and stared. Blinking quickly to clear my vision, tears streamed down my face.
His expression shifted in some strange way—I couldn’t tell if he was angry or amused—then he spoke.

“If I spare you, how will you repay me?”
His voice sounded husky. I swallowed the lump in my throat and answered with great effort.
“If there’s anything I can do… anything at all…”
Was there anything?
My words faded without confidence. When I fell silent, he narrowed his eyes, and it felt almost like a smile. He tilted his head, released his grip on my front, and leaned back over me.
Ha….
His breath scattered over my face; his weight pressed down like the sun-baked fish I’d left to dry. My chest tightened and I struggled for air, but the thought of pushing him off was unthinkable. I’d learned all too well that touching the crown prince meant severe punishment. So I kept my hands fist-clenched above my head, trembling under his command.
I was terrified, but he seemed different. He pressed our lips together softly, suckling, then slipped in his tongue and even nipped gently. Still too stunned to move, I held my breath. He lifted his head and turned to kiss another spot, and I shuddered as a gentle movement at my front made me gasp.
“…!”
I snapped my eyes open, unfocused, and caught a glimpse of his long lashes in my blurry vision. No illusion—he was rubbing himself against me again, the flat of him moving heavily across my sex.
It burned like fire between my thighs. His thick, heavy length slid along my perineum and up into my scrotum, making my toes curl. I hardened again for a different reason, but he didn’t stop.
Our lips pressed deeper, teeth clicking, mingled with spit, yet he continued to grind his hips. Each rub felt like my flesh was aflame. I couldn’t tell if I was terrified or aroused. My hands squeezed and released in panic until he caught them, weaving his fingers through mine and gripping tightly. My fingers, once free, were now immobilized in his grasp.
He moved faster, harder—each friction more intense, searing through me. Pinned beneath him, unable to move, every nerve ended at the place where he pressed.
“…Ha.”
He broke the kiss briefly, sighing, then thrust his knee between my legs and forced them apart. I cried out in surprise, but he ignored me and bit my neck.
“O-ouch… it hurts…”
I twisted in pain, but he kept biting and sucking my throat. My legs, freed at last, trembled in confusion. His heavy scrotum pressed against the open cleft of my thighs and he rubbed himself against me, sending jolts through my entire body. My perineum quivered, and a tremor ran deep in my belly. Just as I felt my entrance parting, he raised his head.
Our eyes met suddenly. His breath was as ragged as mine. I heard his panting close to my ear, and each rise of his broad chest pressed down on my thin frame.
“Still hard, aren’t you?”
His voice was almost a whisper. I couldn’t think, blinking wildly. Then he sat up, and out of my haze I saw him slipping his hand inside his trousers. He kept his gaze fixed on my face.
I heard the click of a belt and then him undoing the buckle. Before he even pulled down his pants, his fully erect length was plainly visible. I jerked upright, but there was nowhere to go. With one hand he grabbed my ankle and yanked me down.
“Ah!”
I screamed as he reached for my waistband and tore off my pants and underwear in one swift motion.
My legs lay bare instantly. Though I had shown him everything before, I felt the same shame as our first embrace. I tried to cover myself, but in panic I rolled over, a mistake. Before I could correct it, his large hand grabbed one exposed cheek and squeezed it roughly.
“Have you ever had this touched before?”
His breath grew more ragged. His examining hand felt like a prelude to something worse, and I froze, barely finding my voice.
“N-No…”
“Is that so?”
He whispered, then withdrew his hand. I dared to breathe a small sigh of relief—but then a sharp slap landed on my other cheek.
“Ah!”
I screamed, clutching the sheet and hunching my shoulders. Slap, slap—his palm alternated between my cheeks, each strike sending its own shock through me. Pain and shame brought tears to my eyes. I squeezed them shut, desperate for it to stop. After a moment of silent spanking, he paused and asked,
“Do you know why you’re being punished?”
His tone was oddly excited, his breathing harsh.
“Y-Yes…”
I managed between sobs.
“F-For standing up so rudely…”
At that, he struck both cheeks at once. His hand landed squarely on my center, the vibration rippling to my core.
“Eek!”
I curled inward, gasping. I trembled helplessly as I heard him unfastening his clothes behind me.
Is it over now…?
I nervously turned my head to see, and froze in horror. Though we’d been together many times, I’d never seen it so large. Had it always been this big? Would it grow even more—inside me?
My shocked expression must have amused him, because he let out a brief chuckle.
“Don’t worry, I won’t get you pregnant.”
He lowered himself over me, holding his shaft—which even his large hand couldn’t encompass—above my entrance. He parted my cheek and whispered close to my ear.
“I can’t let you bear my child.”
Before I even understood his words, his slick head slid inside me.