That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

Chapter 7

SLAVE AMIE

Anie did her best to ignore the screams.

They always made her uncomfortable, reminding her of the sickening things the slave masters does to her at the harn

She simply needed to pick up the bathing oil che had forgotten ter running a bath for Princess Aekeira

Approaching the quarters, she heard muffled cries, filled with agony

The cries grew louder as she drew closer, Amie quickened her pace, following the sound until she reached the end of the hallway

She stood outside the closed door of Princess Arkeira's chambers Isn't Prince Emeriel the only person in there!

Amie opened the door and entered the room.

A female figure lay on the bed, facing away from her, writhing in pain.

The figure was partially unclothed, with some sort of chest-binds around her upper body. Long, jet-black hair surrounded her, her body glistening with sweat.

The figure convulsed and let out a loud sob.

"A-are you alright?" Amie's voice trembled softly as she approached the figure on the bed.

Only whimpering sounds answered her.

Amie moved closer to the front of the figure and froze.

""Prince Emeriel?" Amie couldn't believe her eyes.

She blinked hard to clear her vision. Perhaps cleaning the whole floor of the westside yesterday with barely any break in between had been a bad idea. I'm definitely seeing things. But even after the third blink, the figure didn't change. It was still Prince Emeriel...as a girl.

A girl.

"H-help me," Prince Emeriel cried, his voice strained. Fresh tears filled his eyes. "Somebody...please help me."

Right. Amie had almost forgotten about his pain.

"Are you sick? How do you feel? Should I fetch the healer?" she asked, turning towards the door.

"No, don't call anyone! No one... can... see... me like this," he panted, hand gripping his wrapped chest. "I hurt everywhere. I don't know what's wrong with me."

At only nineteen years old, the other slaves often made fun of Amic, saying she wasn't too smart.

Which was probably why she found it difficult to fully comprehend what Prince Emeriel was saying. I need to inform Madam Livia.

I'll be back!"

PRINCE EMERIEL

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spasm in his belly, which

fear

his

seek help, he

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the energy to

too much, rendering him too

can't take

preed a finger firmly against the swollen

Oh Interesting.

crying out as

clit, unable to stifle his moans as

his feminine part, listening to his arching body, repeating every act that made him

orgasm washed over him,

good.

pain dulled, and for the first time since he left the

up as best he could. The basin was now

the sturdy wooden bucket with a firm grip

the slave masters punctuated the darkness, their relentless pursuit of productivity never ceasing, even under the

air.

into the bowels of the compound, leading to the backyard. There, he filled the

re-entering the fortress, and the

It

his heart. Could my sister be

clean up

as Emeriel reached for the wooden bucket, that all too familiar hotness stirred in

"No, no, no,

matter of seconds, a fresh wave of spasms

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sheer poin. Though he did everything with his

in

old, thust-coated book with laky hands from the drawer of the chamber's

his stomach. The discomfort made it

One that had no business listurbing hins

of these Urekai I've met could be

Is he reall

matched the presence he felt in those vivid nightmares. Lord

through his hair with a frustrated sigh. What

a vain

the more it hurt.

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