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.

masturbated desperately, trying to relieve her own anguish for the better part

in pain. I want something inside,"

I am not in the position to help you,"

position, Emeriel laid down on the bed, and humped

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Chapter 8

beary eyes

heat cycle. Poor

was a

remained to be

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

the sheer confusion in the girl's tired eyes-it was likely a

the sky

girl's throat, and panic

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

doubling over

bruised clitoris, tears welling in her eyes

halting the frenzied movement. "Allow me," she

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

feel like death, little prince. But I can assure you of your survival" Livia sank a finger into the girl's drenched and eager opening, pausing as Emeriel's eyes

her fingers

Ah, there it is

swollen, depraved. Livia pressed hard on that

body twitching, writhing. Livia

from Emeriel's tight passage, forming

aiming for the new gland that

for a third

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

from her small body, the girl passed

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

of relief escaped the older

was indeed a

had run its

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