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

Captive Slave 125

Chapter 125

She stopped moving, her head clearing a little. Batlled, Alviara topk a closer look at the pretty boy. His features were delicate and smooth, long lashes framing his almond-shaped eyes. There was subtle hints of femininity in his appearance.

It wasn't until this moment that she truly focused on the nuances of his musk. While arousal scents are not inherently gendered, his possessed a delicate sweetness... a faint floral undertone that differed from the sharper, more aggressive scents of most males. It was faint, but they all are. Alviara could only discern this because she knew what to channel for

King Daemonikai hit a particular sweet spot inside Alviara sending waves of pleasure through her, making her cry out. Her thoughts jumbled and fizzled out as she became lost in the moment.

Alviara would contemplate this discovery later. But for now, all she could focus on was the potent sensation coursing through her body.

She rotated her hips in a circular motion, grinding her swollen rub against the boy's-the girl's.

A moan slipped from the boy's-girl's-lips, which the king swallowed as he continued to ravage them, thrusting them into

the mattress.

Alviara lost herself in the moment, dancing to the tune of pleasure ignited within her body, even though she knew they had likely forgotten her presence. The way he kissed the human, his arms possessive on the girl's body, though baffling, was simply hot. Reaching her climax, Alviara arched her body, crying out in ecstasy.

King Daemonikai broke the kiss and buried his nose into the girls neck, making loud sniffing noises. Letting out a frustrated. growl, he sank a fang into her neck.

The girl came with a long, drawn-out moan.

Her body coiled tight as a shudder wracked her frame. The pretty human would have arched right off the bed if Alviara's weight was not holding her down. Convulsing her fingers gripped the sheets tightly. She's hot. Smoking hot.

the grand king's touch was

now, she nearly wished to kiss the climaxing girl, just to swallow some of the sexy cries she was making. But Alviara did not have a death wish. Whatever was happening here was not meant for her to be a

girl's wetness seeping through her

average human would not gush that

Darmonikai sipped from the human, and the girl's cries escalated to a high pitch, her face contorting with pleasure. Her eyes were closed as her

the

withdrew, a glistening trail of blood marked the path of his bite. His serpent-like tongue slithered wound, seamlessly sealing it as if it

began to thrust wildly, pushing harder and faster as he approached his climax. His movements became frantic, driven. Alviara could not

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thrusts was more intense than the last until he finally reached the

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back, ignoring the twinge of discomfort, and

Alviara was folded awkwardly underneath him, and the girl beneath them blinked blearily, her legs still spread wide. A strange expression crossed his features, his intense gaze lingering on the girl. But he was quite heavy;

her throat, squirming "Your Grace, if you wouldn't

the bed. His face was a mask of cool indifference as he cleaned himself and slipped into

for any discomfort," he said, his voice once again devoid of emotion.

quickly rose, her movements jerky, her

the chamber, she scanned the corridor for the girl but found

the human slumped against the wall at the intersection leading away from the Southern Wing. Her clothes were disheveled, her ponytail askew, her eyes closed as if in

you?" the girl whispered, looking utterly tired. Go ahead, tell me how I play such a dangerous game. Tell me how I will