Captive Slave 92

Chapter 92

Oh gods... Emeriel's eyelids squeezed shut, every muscle in her face clenched in a fierce battle against her instincts.

She felt cradled in the beast's arms Protected

The beast adjusted its thrust, driving deeper, and Emeriel sobbed through the pain. Would a day come when he would take her in human form? Would the day come were being in its arms would be purely pleasurable?

Mere pipe dreams, all of them. The beast would be killed soon. Any day now.

Tears filled her eyes. "It's okay. Don't stop."

This time, the beast didn't go searching for her cervix, much to her relief. Something in her encouragement seemed to soothe his agitation. As if it, too, could sense her newfound composure, her genuine eagerness to please. Something shifted the tense lines of its body softened.

And when her second orgasm hit, a primal wail ripped from her throat. Her body, already a trembling wreck, finally gave out. Arms limp, she crumpled forward.

Let him drink! Feed him! A voice screamed inside her.

But you could die, Emericl. Another voice cautioned. Your body will not replenish the blood: You're not a bloodhost. It'll drain you dry, and you will die.

Feed him anyway. You know you want to. You crave it. The compelling voice counte

Emeriel whimpered, her knuckles whitened as her hands fisted. A war raged within her, give in or resist?

But you know you want to, a new voice, softer, whispered.

With a choked sob, Emeriel surrendered. Muscles straining, she heaved her upper body up, bracing her back against his knee for support. With trembling hands, she gathered her tangled hair, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. Her bare throat pulsed in the dim light, a silent plea.

my blood to you, My King," she breathed, her voice barely

of the feed or a primal struggle against its own nature, she

fang scraped her

tore from Emeriel's throat as blinding pain ripped through her. She gasped for air. Fought to breathe. Her

to penetrate her with the rest of its fang-just that one tooth. It drew her blood in

heard when he came. Spurts of warm sperm coated

suddenly consumed her, triggering yet another release.

squeezed into slits, a chaotic blur of motion, while her

much. Simply

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Chapter 92

into one another. Sound lost meaning. Her

rippled through her, her vision going dark

just as her senses faded into darkness, she felt the fang withdraw from her

MIXED POV.

night, the news of the beast's escape and killings spread throughout Urai, plunging the people into terror. The savage way the feral creature

to protect their families. Slave masters, their faces etched with a fear they'd rarely shown, scurried back to their dwellings, their hearts filled with wariness after

convened an emergency meeting at the grand high court, led by the grand Lord,

situation.

Livia, begging the older woman to

Emeriel.

and accompanied Aekeira. Upon arrival, und Emeriel unconscious,

lifted Emeriel. Ackeira's strength strained under the weight, but fueled by desperation, she pressed on. With Madam Livia's steady guidance, they navigated the corridors and

a life brutally ripped from us." He paused, dramatically. "To save our people, the feral must die. Fortnight is too long-we act in

of surprise washed over the

"They will work day and night on our weapon. Every resource, and every ingredient will be ready. In two nights'

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