Tamed the Monster Prince - Chapter 9.1

He firmly embraced her with both arms, trapping her in place. She attempted to break free, balling her hands into fists and striking his chest, yet he was as immovable as a boulder. She felt his warm breath against her neck without warning. Was it to take her life or to make a late-night call?

“Stop, please…”

His pulse was palpable from the space between them. A thin line of sweat was visible on his brow, quivering. Was he experienced in pleasuring a female? He gradually mounted her, keeping her arms pinned down, and inhaled deeply.

The process was highly stressful and overwhelming, causing her to feel a strong urge to shout out. Despite her attempts to escape, she was unable to do so.

She felt a warm, moist sensation on her chest, causing her to shiver involuntarily. It was peculiar to catch Cesar’s scent as if an animal was attempting to discern a spot on a person’s body that was particularly savory.

He then moved his lips toward her earlobe and gave it a gentle lick.

“Hmph.”

She felt a tingling sensation that started in her ears and went down to her neck. She quickly overcame herself with emotion, tears streaming down her face.

His actions came to a halt suddenly, allowing her to exhale a sigh of relief.

He touched her face tenderly with his fingertips and observed the tears as he did so. He removed them gently by licking them off as if he were trying to tell us something.

She was struck by an abrupt chill and a strange sensation that extended from her ears to her neck. After that, she found that she was crying and that tears were running down her face.

After that, he affectionately embraced her while breathing in her scent. It appeared as though he was considering whether or not she was agreeable to consume. She had the sensation that she was going to burst into tears.

As soon as he let go of her, she could remove her hands from the gap that had been created between them.

“Cesar…”

He uttered his name and directed his gaze toward her. His expression was soft, and the tension dissipated.

She gently ran her fingers through his hair and spoke softly.

“Stop it.”

“St-stop?”

“Yeah, I’m tired.”

The news completely threw him off, and his expression changed to shock and astonishment. He appeared bewildered by the circumstances and was deeply thinking about what to do next. He shook his head several times.

If she didn’t do anything, he would most likely return to how he was behaving. In addition, whenever she moved her hand, she could see the injury on the back of her hand, which made it clear to her what he intended to accomplish.

She threw both of her arms around Cesar and hugged him.

She had no choice but to keep the wound hidden from him. The man reacted affectionately to her touch as she gently caressed his back.

He inquired, “Is it not possible?”

Yes, you can’t.

“…I might even die.”

Cesar asserted emphatically and intelligibly as if the concept of “no” was particularly comprehendible to him.

“I concur; I do not wish to pass away either,” she responded.

“No…”

“So–”

She was about to suggest that it was time to cease, but she could not complete her statement due to feeling lightheaded. Therefore, she shut her eyes and remained motionless for a brief period.

“No… I don’t want to…”

Cesar tried to rouse her by shaking her body, which may have meant that he wanted to stave off her death.

She nodded in agreement before lifting her eyelids one at a time and fixing her gaze on him. She continued to stroke his forehead in a gentle manner gently.

After some time had passed, he gave the impression of being more composed. He appeared to be pleading with Irena for additional solace by inclining his head toward her.

She was at a loss for words to describe the feeling that she was going through adequately. Was it akin to trying to domesticate a wild animal running in all different directions?

She felt a sense of fulfillment as a result of her accomplishment.

Initially, she thought he would hurt her, but now he appeared interested in her and moved closer. She couldn’t help but laugh at her joke.

It became clear that they had been through a comparable situation in which neither of them had anyone they could rely on but had to fend for themselves. Irena’s epiphany led her to handle Cesar with a greater degree of caution than usual.

“See, it’s okay,” she said.

“Yeah…”

He was prepared for the response, which he obtained immediately.

“You’re not hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not hungry?”

“Uh-huh.”