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.

would split her in two. Tears pooled in

warmth and pride in his voice. “My sweet little Keira, you take

settled deep. Made her want to please him. To take everything he gave

knot grew massive. And just when she was sure she could not take

A perfect, locked fit.

shuddered out in a disbelieving

her damp temple. “You did beautifully well, sweetling. Hell, Aekeira, you feel so damn good on my

He shifted–just a little.

pleasure searing through her nerves. Eyes going wide, her

a moan.

smirk playing on his face as he did it again. A slow, shallow grind, his swollen knot pressing firmly against

her. Ackeira keened helplessly, body clamping down on him

his firm ass,

the tiniest movement was

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

do not mind your

too long,” his arms tightened briefly around her before he shifted their position,

sleep pulled at her, her eyelids fluttering open and

watching he

was seeing her anew.

lips parted.

he always did–but now, something was different. As

at last, his voice laced with quiet wonder. “I am still trying to wrap my

heat had momentarily lifted,

She was a Syren.

for him.

he was hers. Well

Tears burned her eyes.

so many signs…” she whispered. “I was merely too terrified to hope. And even when I allowed myself to, I only wished that we might be compatible enough to become bondmates after the ritual under the moonlight. I hoped for the