I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 25

Due to falling ill after consuming poison, my trip to the Empire was delayed by a few days, but it wasn’t canceled entirely.

“The one you should be most wary of is the First Prince. He’ll likely be difficult to approach.”

Resting in the Pope’s arms as he spoke, I let my body relax. Ever since I was poisoned, the Pope had refused to let me out of his embrace.

Whenever he had a chance, the Pope would hold me close and share various stories. Today, as usual, he cradled me while explaining the capture targets.

The Empire had three princes, but the one I needed to capture was the First Prince, a wizard and the heir apparent.

“He uses lightning magic, so avoid going out on rainy days. He can disguise his attacks as lightning strikes, leaving no evidence of his crimes.”

A terrifying person. The prince’s route even came with a warning label about potential dead endings. Angering him even slightly could lead to a lightning strike and an abrupt end.

Shivering at the Pope’s warning, I nodded. It was entirely possible for a bolt from the blue to strike me, literally.

As I trembled in fear, the Pope chuckled and caressed my stomach.

“Orias?”

“Still, I don’t feel particularly worried.”

His large hand moved slowly, rubbing my abdomen. The touch was filled with a suggestive sensuality. His hand slid upward, cupping my chest over my clothes. As he massaged my chest, I leaned my head against his chest and looked up at him. His sharp jawline twitched with a faint smile.

“Haniel, there’s no one who could possibly reject you.”

“Ah…”

Orias, still cupping my chest, lifted my chin and kissed me, unbuttoning my collar as he did. His fingers found my hardened nipple beneath my clothes, and he chuckled lowly.

“You’re not feeling dizzy or in pain? The poison hasn’t fully neutralized yet.”

“N-No, I’m fine.”

“Then, before you head to the Empire…”

I quickly replied to his playful question. A slow warmth spread from where his hands massaged my chest.

As he pinched one side of my chest, he trailed kisses along my neck before suddenly pulling my collar wide apart.

“Ah!”

Startled by the sudden exposure, I let out a small scream. Orias patted my stomach affectionately, as if finding my reaction endearing.

“Haniel, Your Holiness. What is… Ah.”

Ardal, who had been waiting outside the office for me, entered upon hearing my cry. Leaning against Orias, my exposed chest was entirely visible to him.

Oh no!

Although it wasn’t the first time Ardal had seen my body, the sudden exposure made me instinctively cover my chest with my hands.

“This can happen sometimes, Haniel.”

“W-What? Wait, Orias.”

While I froze in shock, Orias pulled my arms away and guided them behind my back. He untied the sash around my waist and used it to bind my arms.

W-Wait. What kind of play is this?

I wasn’t a fan of bondage play. My ex had tried it a few times, but it had always ended poorly. It was uncomfortable, and he usually finished before I could even reach climax.

As unpleasant memories resurfaced, I twisted my bound hands.

“Ardal, come here.”

With the sash untied from my waist, my legs were now fully exposed. Ardal closed the door and stepped inside. Each step he took toward me sent my heart racing. The situation was entirely reversed from before. Ardal was free, while I was restrained.

Ardal approached with a stern expression, kneeling naturally between my legs. He spread my thighs apart and pressed his face against my exposed private area.

“Ah! Ardal!”

I tried to close my thighs, but Ardal’s hands firmly held them open. His hot tongue parted my folds and pressed against my sensitive nub.

Even though I wanted to push his head away, my hands were tied behind my back, and my legs refused to close. Raising my head, I turned to Orias.

“Untie me, Orias!”

It was a futile protest. Orias completely ignored me.

He continued to fondle my chest, rolling and pinching my erect nipples until my pale skin bore red marks from his hands. The combined stimulation of Orias’s caresses and Ardal’s tongue pressing against my sensitive spot sent tremors through my legs, culminating in a light climax.

“No, stop… Untie me… Ahng!”

As my legs trembled, Ardal lifted his head. The sound of my release dripping onto the floor filled the room.

As Ardal pulled back, Orias pushed me into his arms. With my hands still bound, I buried my head into Ardal’s chest.

Ardal held my waist and raised my legs slightly. From behind, Orias pressed against my lower back and explored my wet entrance with his fingers.

In a voice thick with amusement, Orias spoke, “You say no, but your body takes my fingers so well.”

“N-No…”

“You’re wetter now than when you weren’t tied up.”

“Ah, no…”

“Maybe this is what you really like, Haniel.”

As his fingers pressed against my inner walls, my body instinctively squeezed around him. He swirled his fingertips along my sensitive spots before withdrawing them in one swift motion. My fluids spilled out, and if not for Ardal supporting my waist, I would have collapsed onto the floor.

Leaning against Ardal’s firm chest, I let out a soft, tearful moan.

“Hnn…”

Ardal gently wiped away my tears with his rough fingers and lifted me in his arms. Looking up at him with hope that he might untie me, I was met with disappointment. He exchanged a look with Orias and carried me over to the sofa.

Orias sat down, and Ardal placed me between his legs, peeling off the half-removed sacred robe I wore. With my hands still bound, the robe twisted around my arms, further restricting my movements.

“Ardal?”

Did Ardal just tie me up? In disbelief, I turned to him with wide eyes. Ardal finished securing my arms and spread my legs wide. With Orias in front of me and Ardal behind, an ominous sense of foreboding filled me.

“Ah, no… Ahng!”

As I opened my mouth to protest, Ardal’s hands moved skillfully, leaving me speechless. I gasped as Orias’s large hand pressed against the back of my head, guiding me forward. His erect length entered my mouth, bringing tears to my eyes as it pressed deep into my throat.

“Ugh…”

“Oh dear, was that too deep?”

Hearing my strained breaths, Orias loosened his grip slightly, letting me lift my head just enough to hold his tip in my mouth. He brushed my hair back tenderly and whispered softly.

“Keep going.”

“Mmph.”

“Suck it.”

As I hesitated to move, Orias gripped my cheek firmly, his hands rougher than usual. Swallowing my welling tears, I obeyed and began to suck him.

Tilting my head slightly, I diligently moved my lips over him.

“Ah…”

A satisfied sigh escaped from above. Releasing his grip on my cheek, Orias gently stroked my hair.

“Ah, mmph!”

Unexpectedly, the gentle touch on my head was replaced by a forceful grip as Orias grabbed my head with both hands and pulled it down abruptly. His large shaft pushed against my cheek, invading without restraint.

Struggling to catch my breath, I reluctantly moved in response to Orias’s commanding hands. With several firm motions, his length swelled hotly in my mouth. The unpleasant sensation spreading inside my lips caused my brows to furrow deeply.

“Ha… Do you want to spit it out?”

“Yes…”

Orias asked softly after releasing into my mouth. When I nodded, he inserted his fingers between my lips, scooping out the remnants of his release. Gently stroking my head, he smiled warmly.

“You’re quite good at this.”

Satisfied with my blow job, Orias’s voice carried an unusually sweet tone. While I was distracted by him, Ardal, who had been attending to my lower body, withdrew his tongue from my entrance.

Ardal’s slickened fingers, which had been tracing the outer folds, slipped inside without hesitation. Instead of starting with one, he plunged two fingers in at once.

“Haa-ah!”

Before I could adjust, a third finger joined the others, stretching me further. Each thrust of his fingers sent wet, lewd sounds echoing through the office. Listening to the obscene noise, I rested my head against Orias’s thigh.

In front of me, his arousal stood erect once more, pulsing faintly.

“You’ve loosened up so much; even four fingers might fit.”

“N-no! That’s impossible!”

Ardal’s rough voice reached my ears as he commented, watching me unconsciously licking my lips while staring at Orias. Despite his suggestion, I instinctively shook my head, fully aware that even three fingers filled me to capacity. Turning my gaze to Ardal, I silently begged him to stop.

Attempting to twist my hips and escape his grasp, I only provoked him further. Ardal adjusted his movements, following the rhythm of my attempts to evade him, driving his fingers in deeper.

“Ahh, stop… please!”

Securing my hips firmly, Ardal began to press a fourth finger against my entrance.

“Ah, no… it hurts! Stop!”

Despite his determined efforts, it was clear that accommodating his large fingers was impossible. Frustrated yet resigned, he removed the fourth finger, leaving only three inside.

“It seems you’re not ready for four,” Ardal remarked with slight disappointment. Halting his attempt to stretch me further, he resumed his earlier rhythm with three fingers.

Relief washed over me as the painful stretching ceased. With teary eyes, I turned to look at Ardal, feeling overwhelmed.

This was too much. I never expected him to act so aggressively. Usually, he would pretend to listen if I asked him to stop, but today he seemed entirely different.

Noticing my tear-filled gaze, Ardal locked eyes with me and continued his movements. His firm fingers probed the sensitive walls of my inner muscles, making me tremble with each thrust. With every withdrawal, a fresh surge of arousal spilled out, coating his hand.

Unable to contain my reaction, I bit down lightly on Orias’s thigh, muffling my cries.

Startled by the sudden nip, Orias gently grabbed a handful of my hair.

“No biting.”

“Ah, ngh… I—”

“Use your lips instead.”

Orias tilted my head back and guided me toward his waiting length once again.

“Mmph…”

Suppressing my reflex to bite down, I twisted my hips involuntarily, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of Ardal’s fingers and Orias’s presence.