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

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.

blood to you, My King," she breathed, her voice barely louder than the rustle of

the air, a guttural sound vibrating through Emeriel's bones. Its massive form trembled, whether in anticipation of the feed or a primal struggle against its own nature, she couldn't tell. Its head drew closer from

neck as a single, razor-sharp fang scraped her flesh, leaving a burning

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

attempt to penetrate her with the rest of its fang-just that one tooth.

felt more than heard when he came. Spurts of warm sperm

yet another release. She didn't make a sound. She

captive. Her eyes squeezed into slits, a chaotic blur of motion, while her body convulsed repeatedly, as if

too much. Simply

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Chapter 92

one another.

vision going dark around

as her senses faded into darkness, she felt the fang

MIXED POV.

and killings spread throughout Urai, plunging the people into terror. The savage way the

assuming their beastly forms, standing guard outside their homes to protect their families. Slave masters, their faces etched with a fear they'd rarely shown, scurried back to

at the grand high court, led by the

situation.

begging the older woman to go

Emeriel.

Livia agreed without hesitation and accompanied Aekeira. Upon arrival, und Emeriel unconscious, carefully laid out in the corridors, just as

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

surprise

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