That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 227

Chapter 227:

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“Then, be that person, My Lord. If it will not be the Grand King, or you, I don’t want anyone else touching me in that way. Especially then, when I will be most vulnerable, a slave to my urges, unable to say no. Unable to make a choice.”

Lord Herod took a deep breath, his expression conflicted.

“Let us see the healer first. Then, we shall proceed from there, alright?”

“Okay,” Emeriel whispered, her voice barely audible. Every day, her impending full heat scared her more than the previous day.

The terror grew, settling deeper into her bones, an all-consuming fear threatening to overwhelm her.

Aekeira, along with Amie and the other slaves, were nestled deep within the woods, seated around a weathered wooden table amidst the lush greenery. They were engrossed in the art of lantern-making, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they carefully crafted lanterns from thin, flexible bamboo, skillfully bending and tying them into graceful spherical shapes.

The hours melted away as they worked, but their spirits remained lifted, full of enthusiasm. They shared stories and dreams, envisioning themselves exploring the festival grounds and perhaps even dancing.

Aekeira’s legs were growing numb from sitting for so long. She needed a break.

“I’ll be back,” she announced, rising from the table.

Venturing deeper into the woods, she savored the refreshing air, the earthy scent of the forest, and the gentle caress of the breeze. What a beautiful day.

Lost in the tranquility, she wandered further than intended. And when she finally came to her senses, she realized she had strayed far from the others.

“Wonderful. Just wonderful, Aekeira,” she muttered, shaking her head at her own absentmindedness. As she turned to retrace her steps, her eyes caught a glimpse of movement near the riverbank.

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No, a figure.

And Aekeira would recognize that graceful poise anywhere. Grand Lord Vladya.

He hadn’t seen her yet. She could turn back and leave. These were her first thoughts, and she was determined to follow through with them.

But her traitorous body simply came alive.

Her heart quickened its pace, a swarm of butterflies erupted in her stomach, and warmth spread through her most intimate areas.

As if her body’s betrayal wasn’t enough, her mind—which had now become her greatest enemy—flooded her with vivid memories of their last encounter. Memories she had fought tooth and nail to suppress.

The bloodfeeding.

A moan nearly escaped her lips, but Aekeira bit down hard to hold it back. Bloody heaven, that bloodfeeding…

It was her first orgasm.

She had heard other girls whisper about carnal pleasure, but she had never believed such things. It sounded like a fanciful myth.

She would know, right? After all, she was no stranger to the act. Sex was all about pain, punishment, power, and dominance; it had nothing to do with pleasure or release. At best, it brought blissful numbness.

Aekeira never knew that carnal pleasure and orgasm were real. Not until she had bloodfed from that Urekai male.

They hadn’t shared sexual intimacy, yet Aekeira’s head had spun with the onslaught of pleasure that had overwhelmed her.

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