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.

King," she breathed, her voice barely louder

Its massive form trembled, whether in anticipation of the feed or a primal struggle against its own nature, she couldn't tell. Its

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

scream tore from Emeriel's throat as blinding pain ripped through her.

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

of warm sperm coated her insides and trickled

yet another release. She didn't make

motion, while her body convulsed repeatedly, as if she were

too much.

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Chapter 92

one another. Sound lost meaning. Her body, sluggish and heavy, felt like a stranger

rippled through her, her vision going dark around the

faded into darkness,

MIXED POV.

terror. The savage way the feral creature tore through one

their families. Slave masters, their faces etched with a fear they'd rarely

meeting at the grand high court, led by the

situation.

Madam Livia, begging the older woman to go with the fourth wing to check

Emeriel.

Aekeira. Upon arrival, und Emeriel

then, working together, they lifted Emeriel. Ackeira's strength strained under the weight, but fueled by

at Urai, Chaos reigns, and tonight, we grieve a life brutally ripped from us." He paused, dramatically. "To save our people, the feral must die. Fortnight is

surprise washed over the

day and night on our weapon. Every resource, and every ingredient will be ready.