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

CHAPTER 7

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MADAM LIVIA

Madam Livia gazed at the girl lying on the bed, carefully assessing her condition.

At sixty-four years old, having served as a guardian to countless Urekal maids and overseen the training of numerous human slaves, there weren't a lot of things that could truly surprise her anymore. However, this one left her astonished. Speechless.

Yes, she had heard stories of females disguising themselves as les before-it was not a common occurrence, but it was not unheard of either.

Those who were discovered faced severe punishments in all the human kingdoms, often leading to public executions. Thus, while not unheard of, it remained a rare occurrenice.

But she had never expected to encounter someone who had successfully lived under such a disguise for over two decades without being caught.

What was even more astonishing was that Emeriel had lived right under the nose of King Orestus. Livia found herself genuinely astounded.

Though it was only a small fraction of her overall surprise.

But now it makes sense. The ethereal beauty possessed by Prince Emeriel was truly remarkable.

She just knew the boy was way too pretty when she first caught sight of him earlier in the day. And she was a brave one.

It takes a significant amount of bravery to live like this for way too long.

Livia couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for what awaited Emerel in this kingdom.

The Urekai lords and slave masters would stop at nothing to devour her when faced with such a captivating look. Nevertheless, the princely attire did an admirable job of concealing the feminine curves the young woman possessed. And she had curves aplenty. Voluptuous and enticing. With a generously rounded buttock.

Emeriel let out a pitiful moan, blinked wearily. Then, slowly rose to her hands and knees, her limbs shaking-

Pressing her upper-body against the bed, she gripped her buttock cheeks and parted them. "Take me, p-lease, she cried on

"It's all instinct, right? This need to present?" Madam Livia asked, trying to understand what was happening.

Surely, it couldn't be...

But all the evidence pointed to that.

to relieve her own anguish for the

something inside," she punctuated by thrusting

the position to help you,"

her position, Emeriel laid down on the bed, and humped the sheets

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Chapter 8

beary eyes

heat

it was

beat remained

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mbbed herself raw from self-stimulation, her reddened nipples, and the relentless intensification of her heat, Livia would

the sheer confusion in the girl's tired eyes-it

sake, Livia fervently hoped to the sky that it

the girl's throat, and panic once

again." Amie exclaimed, her own

her belly, doubling over and emitting a cry

her position, her desperate fingers rested on her bruised clitoris, tears welling in her

the frenzied movement.

t-think I'm dying. Emeriel pleaded, her

you of your survival" Livia sank a finger into the girl's drenched and eager opening, pausing as Emeriel's eyes rolled back into her head, She

her fingers inside Emericl,

Ah, there it is

was swollen, depraved. Livia pressed hard on that slippery nobe inside

piercing scream, her body twitching, writhing.

moisture spilled out from Emeriel's tight passage, forming

her, stimulating her, now aiming for the new gland that

didn't take long for a third orgasm to

the tension uncoiling from her, her shout echoing

the tension drained from her small body, the girl passed

Livia carefully inserted another finger, skillfully avoiding the girl's hymen, to assess the state of her

of relief escaped the older woman. Her womb

was indeed a

had run its

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