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.

be back!" Amie exclaimed

PRINCE EMERIEL

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painted spasm in his belly, which radiated

the fear of

his secret anul

seek help,

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the energy to

pain was too much, rendering him too uncomfortable to

can't take this

firmly against the swollen nub between his legs that throbbed intensely.

Oh Interesting.

motion, crying out as the pleasure

clit, unable to stifle his moans as his back arched

feminine part, listening to his arching body, repeating every act

washed over him, drowning

good. So

the first time since he left the forbidden chamber, his foggy mind

he could. The basin was now empty, and he needed

then hoisted the sturdy wooden bucket with

of the slave masters punctuated the darkness, their relentless pursuit of productivity never ceasing, even under the cloak of night. They drove

air.

hidden route that descended into the bowels of the compound, leading to the backyard. There,

upon re-entering the fortress, and

voice. It was

heart. Could my

up quickly and go to

wooden bucket, that all

"No, no, no, not

a fresh wave of spasms crashed through

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he did everything with his power to distract himself from the agony, nothing

in

from the drawer of the chamber's solitary table, hoping to lose himself in its pages. Yet, the effort proved

in his stomach. The discomfort

had no business

these Urekai I've met could

Is he reall

were all large, and intimidating, but deep down, Emer knew none of the ones she'd met matched the presence he felt in those vivid

his hair with a frustrated sigh. What nonsense am I

legs together in a

the more it hurt.

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