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 for the better

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

you," Livia told her,

on the

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her beary

mating heat cycle. Poor

it was

remained to be

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

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

hoped to the sky that it was

the girl's throat,

exclaimed, her own expression filled with

over

rested on her bruised clitoris, tears welling in her eyes

the frenzied movement.

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

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

fingers inside Emericl,

Ah, there it is

pressed hard on that slippery

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

spilled out from Emeriel's tight

kept fingering her, stimulating her, now aiming for the new gland that set her apart

take long for

uncoiling from her,

tension drained from her small body, the girl

inserted another finger, skillfully avoiding the girl's

of relief escaped the older woman.

was indeed a

had run

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