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

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"Regarding the introduction... Ackeira's voice interrupted his thoughts. I heard that not everyone will be compelled to undress. The lords will handpick those who catch their eye and disrobe them. Who knows, they may never choose you. Or perhaps the lords will be hesitant to select a male?" Emeriel emitted another sort. "Urekal do not conceal their despes for whom they want to mount, be it male or female. You know that. I am more concerned for you. Kiera. I do not wish for you to suffer any further."

"I am not worried about myself. It is you I fear for. I am terrified of what will transpire in that court tomorrow" Silence enveloped them thereafter.

"Come now, everyone has departed. Let us bathe, Arkeira declared, extending her hand, which Emeriel accepted.

Together, they made their way towards the river.

Aekeira remained on high alert throughout their bath. Although Emeriel spent most of the time with his body submerged in the river, only his head above water, and Aekeira positioned herself protectively, always shielding him from anyone's view. EMERIEL

They stood in front of the court, clad in the slaves's formal attire A short, fitted dress that barely reached their knees.

Gathered on one side of the enormous court, their eyes fixed on the lords seated around the round table, a lavish feast spread before them.

The table was adorned with an abundance of flowers, and some lords had brought their own slaves, made to dine at their masters' feet, wearing unique collars around their necks.

Emeriel gazed at the Urekai Grand High Court, awestruck and horrified. He had never seen so many lords gathered before. All dressed elegantly, yet their eyes held a glimmer of hatred and cruelty as they stared at the humans before them..

The herald announced the entrance of the grand lords, prompting everyone to stand and those already standing to straighten. The imposing doors swung open, and the trio entered.

Cloaked in their customary white garments, their flowing fabric exuded grace, adorned with gold embroideries, adding to their majestic appearance.

The irony did not get past Emeriel. These males donned pristine white robes, yet their hearts were as dark as coal.

took their seats on their thrones, before the crowd followed. As they settled,

the auspicious occasion of introducing and unveiling the new slaves the Urekai have acquired over the past year. This gathering is a testament to the continuity of our traditions and the expansion of our noble household. As we partake in this joyous event, let us celebrate

lord rose to continue, and Emeriel's mind drifted. His nerves overwhelmed

to really flatten his breasts under the single tunic that was

at her, finding comfort in her nervous smile. Despite his fear for

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the feast begin the voice announced, drawing Emeriel back to the present. Heads nodded in agreement, and applause filled the hall. Things seemed to be going well-so far, no one has summoned any slave. Perhaps it would only get better- "You, you, and you, a lord's voice boomed, his finger pointing a three slaves

began to undress and Emeriel swallowed his nervousness, his hands squeezing

the wavy auburn hair.

slave obeyed, her steps hesitant but dutiful as she moved into the center of the hall. Her tunic slipped from her shoulders, baring

demands came like a

"Show me your back."

"Turn around slowly."

see if you're worth

called,

with calculating eyes. Others rose and prowled like predators, inspecting the slaves as if they were

lingering on breasts, gripping backsides. The inspection left no part untouched. If the lords liked what they felt, they commanded

was soon filled with feasting and "celebration". Naked bodies knelt before their masters, forced to provide oral pleasure while jeering laughter filled the air. Others were laid bare across the round table, hands roaming

ordered onto the podium, their trembling

every fiber of his being wanted to. Abhorrent.

in presentation