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

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Chapter 49

"Who is that slave? What business do you have wandering in the night?" a soldier demanded, his footsteps drawing nearer.

Amie stepped in front of Emeriel, shielding her. "Everything is fine here, soldier. This slave was merely returning from an errand for Madam Livia. There is no cause for concern."

"Worthless humans! Return to your quarters if you wish to avoid logging this instant," barked the soldier in a low voice as he adjusted his clothing.

"Thank you, sir. We will leave now," Amie took Emeriel's hand, ignoring the wince of pain that crossed Emeriel's face. Together, they began to walk away.

"Same time tomorrow, Amie. Do not make me seek you out, the soldier called out, his words laced with a threat.

A deep sadness etched over Amie's face. "Of course, sir," she responded with feigned cheerfulness.

As they reached the servant's quarters, Amie finally slowed her pace. Another spasm gripped Emeriel, causing her to wrench herself free from Amie's grasp. She pressed her body against the wall and began to desperately rub against it, seeking relief.

Tiny whimpers escaped her throat, soon turning into painful groans as the stimul

only left her more frustrated.

When the episode subsided, Emeriel slid to the floor. She drew her knees up and tigh., squeezed her legs together, resting her head upon them. "It hurts...it hurts."

Im sorry," Amie said pitifully. "What can I do to ease your suffering?"

Emeriel shook her head, then raised it and let it rest against the wall. Sweat drenched her face, pouring down from her forehead.

"You know, um...it might be easier if you met with one of the soldiers," Amie suggested, tentatively. "You could venture into the woods. The guards stationed there would not recognize you in your nightgown, your breasts free and your hair unbound. You could seek relief there" Would it truly be so terrible?

Emeriel groaned at the thought. Even entertaining the notion was a testament to how bad her condition had gotten. How desperate she had become.

"Get Madam Livia, please," she managed to whisper.

"Alright, alright, just wait for me here. She started to run off, paused, then looked

felt like too

awaited Amie's return,

hit, even more intense than the previous ones, and by the time she emerged from it, Emeriel found herself curled up on the ground, trembling

bite down on the back of her hand to stifle her

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was fighting a losing battle. She needed something inside her. And she needed

she knew it, she'd risen, her moving of

body instinctively knew what it desired, while her sluggish mind struggled to keep up. Her legs led

they turned into

as if she expected Emeriel to magically appear. In a much lower voice, she added, "She agreed

Livia began searching for her

and slave quarters. However, their

took my initial suggestion," Amie

might that

lowered her head. Madam Livia snorted. "What are you doing awake and wandering around here anyway?" "Nothing"" Amic said, all too

studying Amie closely. She

Prin

that you can confide in

aware of that. She had reported incidents before, and true to her word, Madam Livia had demoted the

to sentry.

her about the consequences of exposing soldiers and slave masters. Amie learned the hard way. "Of course, Madam Livia. Nothing

head maid resumed walking, but surprised Amie when she reached the intersection and

Prince Emeriel go

longer. "Um... Madam Livia?

Livia remained silent as