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

Chapter 318

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

“You have to take my knot,” Grand Lord Vladya’s voice was strained as his release neared.

Aekeira barely heard him. Her entire world had shrunk to sensation, to pleasure, to him. Every stroke sent her spiraling into euphoria, drowning in bliss so deep. She felt drunk on him, yet he did not bloodfeed from her.

She had long since lost count of how many times he had sent her over the edge. How many times she had screamed her pleasure for the world to hear.

Distantly, she heard his deep groan as he climaxed atop her, spilling his warm and thick release inside her.

But instead of the usual burn Aekeira had learned to live with, it sent her plummeting into yet another shattering orgasm. Tearing a broken cry from her throat, making her gripped the sheets as her sensitized body writhed and shook with pleasure overload.

Barely had she recovered before she felt a new sensation.

Aekeira gasped, her dazed mind struggling to process it. A stretch. No, an expansion.

Her eyes blinked open. “What is… what is…” Even her voice sounded slurred to her own ears.

“My knot.”

Already she could feel his penis growing, stretching her open, pulsing thicker inside her.

At first, it felt full. Blissfully full. But then, it kept expanding.

And soon, full became too full. Uncomfortably full.

“This is not normal. I–I do not think I can…” Her breath came in short, panicked gasps.

“You can,” Vladya soothed her, threading his fingers through her hair. “The first time is always uncomfortable, but I promise, you will eventually love it.”

She clenched around him, trembling. Torn between pleasure and the sheer impossibility of how much more he was forcing

her to take.

split her in two. Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes, slipping down her

his voice. “My sweet

that settled deep. Made her want

massive. And just when she was sure she could not take another inch, just when she thought she might break… it

A perfect, locked fit.

breath shuddered

over her damp temple. “You did beautifully well, sweetling. Hell, Aekeira, you feel

He shifted–just a little.

Ackeira gasped, shocked at the sudden burst of pleasure searing through her nerves. Eyes going

a moan.

it again. A slow, shallow grind, his swollen

down on him while she convulsed in overstimulated bliss. Too intense,

gripping his firm

the tiniest movement

“Alright, sweetling. I will not do that again. But I still need to move us into a

do not mind your weight

a loose strand of hair from her damp forehead. “Yes, but it will become uncomfortable if we remain this way for too long,” his arms tightened briefly around her before he shifted

them. Ackeira fought to stay awake, though sleep pulled at her, her eyelids fluttering

was watching

was seeing her anew.

lips parted.

always did–but now,

my destined mate, Ackeira,” he said at last, his voice laced with quiet wonder. “I am still trying

lifted, reality

She was a Syren.

for him.

was hers. Well and truly

Tears burned her eyes.

too terrified to hope. And even when I allowed myself to, I only wished that we might be compatible enough to