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.

wonder the grand king's touch was greedy:

the other way, and right now, she nearly wished to kiss the climaxing girl, just to swallow some of the sexy cries she

feel the girl's wetness seeping through her own clothing, mingling with

then. An average human

cries escalated to a high pitch, her face contorting with

the

glistening trail of blood marked the path of his bite. His serpent-like tongue slithered wound, seamlessly sealing it as if it had never

their steady rhythm. The grand king began to thrust wildly, pushing harder and faster as he approached his climax. His movements became frantic, driven. Alviara

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of his thrusts was more intense than the last until he

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head back, ignoring the twinge

way Alviara was folded awkwardly underneath him, and the girl beneath them blinked blearily, her legs still spread wide.

squirming "Your Grace, if

was a mask of cool indifference as he cleaned himself and slipped

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

girl quickly rose, her movements jerky, her cheeks flushed, and

cleaned herself quickly, dressed, and followed suit. Outside the chamber, she scanned

human slumped against the wall at the intersection leading away from the Southern Wing. Her clothes were disheveled, her

tell me how I play such a dangerous game. Tell me how I

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