That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 179

Chapter 179:

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Before she could contemplate her chances of escaping through the open doorway, the first wave of heat contraction hit her. Pain speared through her, dropping her to her knees. A scream, raw and animalistic, ripped from her throat.

The beast’s claws slashed at her clothes, shredding them away. This time, Emeriel helped, quickly pulling away the tattered remains of her clothes until she lay naked and vulnerable on the cold floor.

The door gaped open. Soldiers might charge in, the grand lords might return. Any moment, she might be discovered and her secret exposed.

Yet, Emeriel couldn’t bring herself to care. The dangers felt distant, muted against the raging storm within her.

Her traitorous body wanted to be mounted. For the first time, she craved it. Not due to the mindless compulsion of her heat, but a deep, primal need to feel him inside her. Around her. Everywhere.

For the last time.

To surrender completely. The realization struck with the force of a blow. There was no impulse to fight, no instinct to flee.

Worse, another urge twisted within her. To bare her neck, to offer her blood to the beast.

The intensity of which she wanted to feed him was terrifying. She froze. Where had that urge come from? Instincts drove Emeriel, and she dropped to her knees, presenting to the beast. “Take me, please.”

A loud snarl echoed behind her, followed by a nudge of his phallus. Emeriel waited, knowing what to expect. This time, she freed her mind and surrendered to the experience.

“It’s okay. Do it,” she whispered. A gush of wetness drenched her core, spilling out.

The beast entered her.

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A sob escaped her lips. She felt a mixture of fullness, discomfort, pleasure, pain, and a sense of rightness all at once. Emeriel took his strokes, her body shaking. The intensity of her heat gradually calmed to a dull ache.

The beast’s arms found leverage, one planted on the ground, the other digging into her hips. Its…

Its movements were rough and forceful, causing her ponytail to loosen, her luxurious hair cascading down around her.

Deep grunts of pleasure rumbled from the beast’s throat. Its phallus pressed against her syren gland. Emeriel cried out as an unexpected orgasm crashed over her. She panted through it as the world spun, her thoughts drifting like leaves in a storm.

“Offer your neck. Allow it to drink from you. Do it.”

Oh gods…! Emeriel squeezed her eyelids shut, every muscle in her face tensing as she fought against her instincts.

She felt cradled in the beast’s arms. Protected.

The beast adjusted its thrust, driving deeper, and Emeriel sobbed through the pain. Would there ever come a day when she would be free, when he would take her in human form? Would there ever be a time when being in his arms would be purely pleasurable? Mere pipe dreams, all of them. The beast would be killed soon. Any day now.

Tears filled her eyes. “It’s okay. Don’t stop.”

This time, the beast didn’t search for her cervix, much to her relief. Something in her encouragement seemed to soothe his agitation, as if he could sense her newfound composure and her genuine eagerness to please. Something shifted — the tense lines of his body softened.

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