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.

relieve her own anguish

in pain. I want something inside," she

I am not in the position to help you," Livia told her, and the girl

Emeriel laid down on the bed,

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beary eyes

mating heat

it was a

remained to be

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the girl had mbbed herself raw from self-stimulation, her reddened nipples, and the relentless intensification of her heat, Livia would have guessed it

her fing heat-considering the sheer confusion in the girl's tired eyes-it was likely a

the sky that it was merely a

gasp escaped the girl's throat, and panic once

it's happening again." Amie exclaimed, her own expression filled

her belly, doubling over and

desperate fingers rested on her bruised clitoris, tears welling in her eyes as

her hand, halting the frenzied movement. "Allow me,"

t-think I'm dying. Emeriel pleaded,

Livia sank a finger into the girl's drenched and eager opening, pausing as Emeriel's eyes

kept moving her fingers

Ah, there it is

swollen, depraved. Livia pressed

twitching,

moisture spilled out from Emeriel's

her, now aiming for the new gland that set

long for

gyrated her hips, the tension uncoiling from her, her shout echoing

drained from her small body,

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

of relief escaped the older

indeed a

it had run its

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