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.

her

nodded vigorously. "I'm in pain. I want something inside," she punctuated by

the position to help you," Livia told her, and the girl began

from her position, Emeriel laid down on the bed, and humped the sheets furiously. Hips

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her beary

mating heat cycle.

it was a

beat remained to be

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by the way the girl had mbbed herself raw from self-stimulation, her reddened nipples, and the relentless

probably her fing heat-considering the sheer confusion in the girl's tired

hoped to the sky that it

girl's throat,

again." Amie exclaimed, her own expression filled

belly, doubling over and

desperate fingers rested on her bruised clitoris, tears welling in

frenzied

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

sank a finger into the girl's drenched and eager opening,

moving her fingers inside Emericl, searching

Ah, there it is

was swollen, depraved. Livia pressed

out another piercing scream, her body twitching, writhing. Livia deduced she

spilled out from Emeriel's tight passage, forming a small

the new

long for a third orgasm to

the tension uncoiling from her, her shout echoing

from her small body, the girl passed

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

the older woman. Her womb did

indeed a

had run

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