Kiss the Stranger

With the rain’s patter fading, I came to. Before my eyes was not Kamar but Crown Prince Asgail. He no longer trembled with fear or clung to me, tears streaming. I remembered how much he hated others touching ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) him. And here I was, someone of unknown origin, daring to embrace him.
His pupils, usually a dark violet, were now suffused with gold. The flood of his pheromones nearly stopped my breath. Asgail was unmistakably furious. His grip on my wrist felt as if he’d strangle me on the spot, and I was terrified.
I should have begged forgiveness, but no sound came. I could only tremble and look up at him.

Even so, part of me felt relief. He wasn’t afraid of Kamar anymore. I thought. The thunder has passed.
“…Ugh.”
My wrist throbbed under his grip, and a pained sound escaped me. Asgail, leaning over, ground his teeth and spat out,

“You heard me clearly: do not display your filthy lust in my palace.”
My face twisted involuntarily as I looked up. Disgust and contempt were written across his features. I felt my throat constrict and struggled to choke back tears.
“No…it wasn’t like that. I… I was afraid… afraid Your Highness might—”

“What did you say?”
His voice dropped lower. I realized too late that suspicion already darkened his expression.
“…!”
Before I could summon any thought, Asgail seized my neck with his other hand. My airway constricted, and my vision whitened. My face burned; a tingle like electricity shot through me. I writhed, unable to fight back. Asgail leaned closer, as if searching for deceit on my face, his full-body weight pressing me down. My senses dimmed until only his sweet scent remained, drifting around me. My limbs went limp. He bent his head over mine, tracing my cheek, ear, and throat… evoking memories of—

Of Kamar holding me, inhaling my scent.
Suddenly Asgail raised his head and released my neck. I gulped the fresh air and began to cough violently, curling inward. When I finally forced my tear-filled eyes open, he was watching me. A chill ran down my spine as he whispered,
“You’re an omega, aren’t you?”

I froze, eyes wide. My own scent spilled out around us, and Asgail noticed it too.
“This….”
He frowned and narrowed his eyes in a way I’d never seen before. He bit his lip, as if about to speak, but only a strangled sound escaped. His pheromones had shifted from furious blasts to an almost seductive softness, drifting through the air. I staggered back, unsure what to do. I needed to call for someone—anyone among the chamberlain or medical staff outside—but before I could reach the bed’s edge—

He shot out his hand. Before I could flee, he grasped me and hauled me down; then, with no warning, he climbed atop me.
He’d had countless encounters in front of me before, but I’d never seen him like this—panting and aroused beyond measure.
Why? He doesn’t even remember me.

Still bewildered, I felt Asgail grab my shoulder and twist me roughly onto my back.
“Ah!”
I cried out, but before I could react, he yanked down my trousers. They snagged on my thighs along with my underwear, but he ignored that and gripped my hips.

“W-wait… suddenly like this—”
I tried to cry out, but he seized the nape of my neck again, silencing me. With my back pressed down, he forced my legs apart and began to thrust against me. I felt the slick warmth of my own fluid, but my hole remained tightly shut. His first attempt failed; he cursed and dug his thumb into one side, prying it open to force his crown in.
“…Ugh, ugh.”

A strangled moan barely escaped me. His thrust slipped out and, frustrated, he dropped the hand at my neck to spread my buttocks with both hands.
“…!”
He shoved into me again. My breath caught, and I could only whimper, airless. His thick shaft drove in, filling me as though to burst my belly. I dimly recalled how painful it was when Kamar first took me, but Kamar had been gentle, loving. My insides burned from the rawness. Tears welled up; my mind swam, yet the sensation of him filling me was crystal clear.
“Hah….”

I felt Asgail exhale behind me. He pressed his body flush against my back, sliding an arm under my shoulder to pull me tighter. Then he began to move in earnest, thrusting deep, while he held me close, leaving me utterly unable to escape.
Hah, hah.
His labored breaths mingled with mine. He hadn’t finished yet; each plunge felt endless, his thick shaft pounding within me, as though my womb would split. Even crying out that it hurt did nothing; all I could do was pray for it to end. With every withdrawal and thrust, I felt my insides pulse with his blood and my own fluids. Finally, he stilled, and I felt him spasm inside me, filling me completely. Then he collapsed over me, his breaths ragged. Outside, the rain had stopped; only our heavy panting filled the room.

He was still buried within me, my belly echoing his pulse.
Kamar.
Tears streamed down my face once more. Suddenly Asgail stiffened. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he pulled out, and a hollow emptiness swallowed me.

“…Ah!”
I gasped and curled into myself, clutching my belly to steady the shock. He straightened his trousers in the corner of my vision, then yanked my arm and flung me off the bed.
I hit the floor without even a scream. Asgail strode past me to the bed’s side and tugged a strap. With a clang, the door opened, and a blast of cold air rushed in.

“Your Highness? Have you called for me?”
The chamberlain hurried in, and Asgail spoke, still staring down at me.
“Fetch the lash. And tie that filthy omega to the post.”

He ground out the last words through clenched teeth:
“That lowborn omega has defiled my honor.”