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.

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

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 behind, breath caressing her

scraped her flesh, leaving a burning welt in its wake. Then, it sank in

as blinding pain ripped through her. She gasped for air. Fought to breathe. Her

with the rest of its fang-just that one

more than heard when he came. Spurts of warm sperm coated her insides and trickled out of

consumed her, triggering yet another

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

was too much. Simply too

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

vision going

into darkness, she felt the fang withdraw

MIXED POV.

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

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

an emergency meeting at the grand high court, led by

situation.

begging the older woman

Emeriel.

and accompanied Aekeira. Upon arrival, und Emeriel unconscious, carefully laid out in the corridors, just as

Aekeira worked quickly. Breasts bound, breeches pulled on, then, working together, they lifted Emeriel. Ackeira's strength strained under the weight, but fueled by desperation, she pressed on. With Madam Livia's steady guidance,

brutally ripped from us." He paused, dramatically. "To save our people, the feral must

surprise washed over

the finest experts," Zaiper continued. "They will work day and night on our weapon. Every resource, and every ingredient will be ready.