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

Captive Slave 115

Chapter 115

"Unfortunately, that is the not-so-pleasant stage. It follows immediately after the heat. It is your body's way of mending whatever damage was inflicted during the heat. The semen is ejected, your womb contracts and ascends, and your openings close up. By the end of it, your body feels new and fresh. It is an advantage, especially to some unfortunate females who are repeatedly violated and brutalized during their heats. It is not so pleasant because the healing brings pain"

All this was terrifying to Emeriel and a cold dread settled in her stomach, twisting her insides. She wished she could return to the naivety of being only a human, where such horrors did not exist.

Lord Herod's expression softened. "Heat sex is amazing, Emeriel, It might sound frightening now since it is your first, but you will thoroughly enjoy it. It is amazing for both genders. Half the females grow addicted to the sensation" Yeah, no,

Emeriel did not think so.

The idea of becoming addicted to something so invasive and intense was unfathomable. But she kept her opinion to herself "Did Vera enjoy it?"

"Vera was addicted. Lord Herod gazed into the distance, a fond smile touching his lips. "She craved it. She quite literally looked forward to her heats.

"Perhaps because she had the male she loved, someone she trusted with her body. She had her bondmate who loved her deeply

Lord Herod did not deny it. He gave her another pitying look. "You will be fine, Emeriel. Full heat is purely about carnal instincts, you do not necessarily have to love the person who will tend to your heat."

Then, be that person, My Lord. If it will not be the Grand King, or you, I don't want anyone else touching me in that way Especially then, when I will be most vulnerable, a slave to my urges, unable to say no. Unable to make a choice." Lord Herod took a deep breath, his expression conflicted. "Let us see the healer first. Then, we shall proceed from there. alright?"

"Okay," Emeriel whispered, her voice barely audible.

Every day, her impending full heat scared her even more than the previous day.

The terror grew, settling deeper into her bones, an all-consuming fear threatening to overwhelm her.

ARKERIA

Aekeira, along with Amie and other slaves, were nestled deep within the woods. Seated around a weathered wooden table amidst the lush greenery of the forest, engrossed in the art of lantern-making. Their laughter and chatter filled the air as they carefully crafted lanterns from thin, flexible bamboo, skillfully bent and tied into graceful spherical shapes.

The hours melted away as they worked, but their spirits remained lifted, enthusiastic. They shared stories and dreams, envisioning themselves exploring the festival grounds and perhaps even getting to dance. Aekeira's legs were growing numb from sitting for so long, she needed a break.

back,"

deeper into the woods, she savored the refreshing air, the earthy smell of the forest, and the gentle caress of the

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she finally came to her senses, she realized she

Just wonderful, Ackeira, she muttered, shaking her head at her own absentmindedness. As she turned to retrace. her steps, her eyes caught

would recognize that graceful poise anywhere.

hasn't seen me yet. I could turn back and leave. These were her first thoughts, and

her traitorous body simply came

erupted in her stomach, as warmth spread through

areas.

her with vivid memories of their last encounter. Memories she had

but Aekeira bit down hard to hold it

was her first

pleasure, but she had never believed such things. It

would know, right? After all, she was no stranger to the act. Sex was all about pain, punishment, power, and dominance; it had nothing to do with pleasure or release. At best, it brought blissful numbness. Ackeira a never knew carnal pleasure

hadn't shared sexual intimacy, yet Aekeira's head had spun with the onslaught of pleasure that

she now harbored. And not just for any male. but specifically for that

it, she whispered.

to put as much distance between herself and the object of her forbidden desires as possible, she whirled

I can

dead

his voice barely raised, she heard him clearly, so attuned to him-Devil's bones, this was becoming

turned and greeted, dipping into a slight bow, "I apologize if I disturbed your

far."

walking

GRAND LORD VLADYA