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

Captive Slave 89

Chapter 89

MIXED POV

EMERIEL

Once Amie had departed. Boris fixed Emeriel with a predatory gaze, pushing him against the wall. "At last."

"Master Boris, please don't-

Boris silenced him with a slap across the face. "Do not presume to tell me what I can or cannot do. Do you understand?" "Good." Master Boris yanked Emeriel's tunic out of his breeches, hoisted it over his head, and discarded it on the ground.

His smile faded when he saw another layer of clothing. He pulled off that shirt, only to discover a third.

"How many shirts are you wearing!?" he hissed, "Stupid slave! When will you understand that modesty is not befitting of a slave? You must be easily accessible." "Please, don't..." Emeriel begged.

Boris shoved the remaining shirts up, and as his fingers finally encountered the two shirts over the boy's shoulders and discarded them on the ground. h body.

are, soft skin of Emeriel's belly, he pulled

shifted, surveying Emeriel's exposed

Boris froze, his eyes hooking on the binding around Emeriel's chest. The outline of breasts. The graceful curve of his waisdine

"Holy waters. What in the world... Boris cursed under his breath his gaze darting back to Emeriel. "What the fuck!?" Quickly, he grabbed hold of Emeriel's breeches-two layers of them-and pushed them down to the floor. Stepping back. Boris stared at the bare hourglass figure before him. The most pretty pussy he had ever set his eyes on

A momentary silence fell

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them.

held burning revulsion before he squeezed them hut, as if

on Emeriel's female genitalia. "All the signs were there. You were simply too beautiful for a male. I dismissed it as unusual but implausible. It's hard to believe

nail a wall

towards his exposed sex trying to

you dare!" Boris barked, and Emeriel's hands froze. Slowly, he withdrew them,

your chest binding Now Boris

"Master Boris-"

snarled. "I have refrained from using my claws on those bindings because I know you need your disguise to return to the fortress. But if you wish for the to keep your

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to untie his bindings. In a few seconds, they lay at his feet, his breasts spilled out, full and firm. His nipples were rosy and hard, pointing

the walls, rummaging through thick underbrush, searching every nook and cranny. Madam Livia, accompanied by a group

who had been tending to her duties in the garden, received the news and instantly turned pale with terror. Abandoning her tasks, she set off in search of her brother. I shall join the soldiers searching outside the fortress and the inns she'd rasped,

with the master, Livia felt a gnawing despair. Options dwindled with each

Emeriel?" she muttered,

voice startled

finding Amie. The girl's face was a canvas of misery eyes red-rimmed and puffy, tears carving trails through the grime on her

past her toward the greenhouse. Although Emeriel was not assigned there,

where Prince Emeriel is!" Amie's voice, laced with a tremor of

could only sob, her body

know, Amie?" Livia probed,

trembling as she wiped her tears. Livia was beginning to sense that whatever transpired was far graver than a lost slave boy. "Amie, she

"But I needed to save myself. He would h-hurt me so b-bad

glanced behind her, dismissing the Urekai maids. Once they had departed, she focused her

out, raw and broken. Amie recounted everything from the beginning, starting with

listened, her stomach churning with each horrifying detail By the time Amie finished,