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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his belly, which radiated down

the fear

discovering his secret anul

help,

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the energy to

rendering him

can't take this

legs, and preed a finger firmly against the swollen nub between his legs that throbbed intensely.

Oh Interesting.

repeated the motion, crying

Emeriel was rubbing his oversensitive clit, unable to stifle his moans as his back arched off

played with his feminine part, listening to his arching

orgasm washed over him, drowning

so good. So

he left the forbidden chamber, his foggy mind

and cleaned himself up as best he could. The basin was

then hoisted the sturdy wooden bucket with a firm

alive, far from the hush of silence one might expect. The harsh commands of the slave masters punctuated the darkness, their relentless pursuit of productivity never ceasing, even under the

air.

the hidden route that descended into the bowels

upon re-entering the fortress, and the chambers, it dawned on

It

heart. Could my sister

need to clean up quickly and go to

Emeriel reached for the wooden bucket, that all too familiar hotness stirred in his lower belly

shrieked. "No, no, no, not

a matter of seconds, a fresh wave of spasms

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sheer poin. Though he did everything with his power to distract himself

in

pulled an old, thust-coated book with laky hands from the drawer of the chamber's solitary table, hoping to lose himself in its pages. Yet, the effort

discomfort

had no business listurbing hins but refused to

these Urekai I've met could

Is he reall

Emer knew none of the ones she'd met matched the presence he felt in

a frustrated sigh. What nonsense am I

his position, pressing his legs together in a vain attempt to ease the ache. But, the

the more it hurt.

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