That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 100

Chapter 100:

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“Shh,” Madam Livia whispered in her ear, gently rocking her through the agonizing ordeal. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Emeriel clung to the head maid, whimpering. They led her away, but Emeriel had no awareness of her surroundings. Every step was…

Painful. The storm raged and broke within her until Emeriel lost all sense of time and place.

And when she finally came out the other side of that wave, she was inside the forbidden chambers, rocking on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, crying for her beast. She heard the growl first, followed by the overwhelming heat of a massive presence surrounding her.

The beast was behind her, and Emeriel didn’t bother to fight it. Not anymore.

She spread her legs wide, lowering her upper body to the ground, her knees pressing into the hard surface. She grasped her pussy lips and pulled them apart, presenting to the beast. Offering herself.

The beast let out a primal roar that echoed through the chambers. In the next moment, it was mounting her.

As its manhood nudged her, Emeriel was ready to be taken. With one powerful thrust, its organ penetrated her drenched body.

She screamed, overwhelmed by waves of pleasure and pain. The tension in her muscles snapped as she came, convulsing uncontrollably.

The storm of sensations intensified as the feral creature relentlessly and forcefully ravished her. It hurt, but unlike the last time, the pain brought a strange pleasure. The intense agony of the heat lessened and transformed into pure pleasure.

She felt stuffed. So full.

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. A cold nose pressed against her neck, taking a deep inhale. The sensation sent shivers through Emeriel’s body, her nipples aching, her breath quickening. She could feel another orgasm building within her.

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A low rumble emanated from the beast’s throat. Its sharp claws dug into her skin, pulling her closer as it continued thrusting in and out of her.

An irresistible urge overcame her, a relentless need pressing within. Emeriel surrendered to it, and the words poured out.

“Oh, my Beloved. You feel so good inside me. Yes, just like that,” she cried out. Embarrassment flooded over her. Where had those words come from?

The beast practically purred. It plunged in twice more before pulling back and rising. Then, it lifted Emeriel into its arms.

She yelped, her eyes wide with fear. What was he doing? Was he going to tear her apart?

The beast took her behind the metal barricade—its favorite place—pressing her against the wall with its large body. His domain. The feral beast had brought her to its sacred domain.

Emeriel had read that an Urekai beast was territorial about its domain, and anything entering without an invitation would be devoured. Yet, it had brought her there.

With a snarl, it entered her again, and all coherent thoughts vanished from her mind as another orgasm ripped through her.

“Yesssss!” Emeriel sobbed, riding the crest of pleasure, desperately holding on for dear life.

His phallus pressed firmly against that swollen gland inside her body, no longer moving, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Shockwave after shockwave of ecstasy cascaded through her, leaving her feeling lightheaded. She was fearful of passing out.

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