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

Captive Slave 132

Chapter 132

A thrill of excitement shot throught her. With light and shy caresses, she touched her own breasts, something she had never done with such intent before. Always, they had to be wrapped up and hidden away.

Now, under the weight of his gaze following her every move, she ran her hands across her breasts. Fueled by her deep-seated desire to please him, she cupped them, presenting her bosoms to him as if they were sacred offerings to the gods. Her movements were innocent and hesitant, her face painted with a deep blush that cascaded down to her neck.

Here," she whispered, her eyes downcast. "For you, Your Grace."

The king snarled, attacking them.

His mouth worked ardently-licking, laving, and sucking-each motion a rite of devotion.

Emeriel sobbed as he alternated his attentions between her breasts, lavishing them with a force that left her crying out breathlessly.

As pleasure pulsed through her veins like a powerful current, tension spiraled within her. Her own breaths were thunderously loud in her ears as her fingers clamped onto his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh.

In a torrent of cries and shudders, she fell over the edge, her legs buckling beneath her. But his strong hands were there, lifting and supporting her weight.

"Such a good girl," he praised.

With an obscene pop, he released her red, abused nipples before neatly rearranging her clothing with hurried, graceful movements, restoring her modesty. "Such a good girl," he praised. Satisfaction surged within her, a warm, heady feeling that made her glow.

But no sooner had he secured her tender breasts back under her garments, his head snapped up, alert. His ears twitched, attuned to a sound only he could perceive.

"Herod is on his way."

Amidst the silence of the forest, save for Emeriel's ragged breaths and the distant hooting of owls, the king gently lowered her to the base of the tree, his face mere inches from hers.

"I must be on my way," King Daemonikai's eyes held a tenderness she had never seen before. "This was not my intention when I sought you out for your scent, young princess. Forgive me."

yours. "There is nothing to forgive." Emeriel drank in the sight of him.

shook his head, his expression turning grim. "I do not sleep. But some

answer he had given her in the garden. A pang of sadness pierced

Your Grace. Even beings

towering figure silhouetted against the moonlit sky.

moments later emerging from shadows. "There you

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smile, shaking her head. As she walked off with

was

Three days later,

Aekeira tended to the livestock in the ranches while Emeriel nurtured the gardens. Their duties often intertwined, allowing them to work side-by-side. After a refreshing dip in the nearby stream, they retreated to Emeriel's chambers, the air thick with the scent of lavender and

said, standing patiently as Aekeira secured her chest binds. "I promised

return early.

as a knot

adjusting the bind. "Is it

nodded, a hint of discomfort still etched on her face. Even with the adjustment, her breasts still ached. Remembering what the grand king had done to

asked, "Have

help after those... those men took me. But by the

Lord Vladya saved you," Emeriel said, her voice hushed

sake. His beast is nearly

intense, but

finished securing the bind and took a step

the gesture, an inexplicable wave of revulsion

touch felt... wrong. Unsettling. What was once comforting now stirred an

a gentle murmur against her shoulder. You just