That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 245

Chapter 245:

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The door opened, and the boy was ushered back into the room.

The grand king’s pacing ceased abruptly, tension visibly draining from his body.

“You s-sent for me, Your Grace?” the boy’s voice trembled. His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy as if he had been crying. They widened as he took in the sight of the stark-naked King Daemonikai and the equally naked Alviara. A flush spread across his pale skin, creeping up from his neck to his cheeks, and he quickly averted his gaze.

King Daemonikai suddenly invaded the boy’s personal space. He pressed the boy against the wall, his large frame dwarfing the boy’s as he dipped his head, nuzzling the delicate skin of his neck like a contented feline. A deep purr rumbled in his chest.

The grand king pumped out pheromones like crazy—so heady, thick, and compelling that even Alviara whimpered. Her mind grew hazy, her throat instinctively bared in complete submission.

“My king,” the boy moaned, going limp in the stronger male’s embrace. The moment stretched, charged with pure lust, tension, and surrender.

Finally, the king pulled away. “Get on the bed. Lie down,” he ordered, his voice husky with desire. The boy hesitated, a flicker of panic in his eyes.

Why panic? Alviara wondered. Is this not what he desired? The boy clearly harbors some kind of affection for their ruler.

But in the end, he obeyed. The human boy moved toward the bed and laid down beside her, his body rigid, but his eyes held arousal.

As he settled in, Alviara noticed something odd. The boy had no scent.

Huh. So he was one of those strange ones.

Shouldn’t his lack of scent be vexing King Daemonikai? Shouldn’t he be repelled by the boy instead of drawing him close?

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“Now, you.” King Daemonikai finally looked at Alviara. “Lay atop him, your back to me.”

She did as told, positioning herself between the boy’s thighs, her core pressing against him. The boy wasn’t even hard, Alviara noticed with a pang of sympathy. The king finally joined them, his hands strong as they parted Alviara’s legs, and he pushed into her.

Alviara couldn’t suppress a moan. The heady scent of his pheromones, combined with his touch, sent her desire spiraling.

As he began to thrust, his intense eyes remained locked on the boy’s face. Each powerful thrust pounded them into the bed, rattling the frame. He might be inside her—Alviara could feel the force of his movements and the pleasure coursing through her—but she was not the one he was truly mounting.

The boy’s face was flushed, his blue eyes dilated with lust. As the king’s pace grew harder, so did the boy’s musk. An erotic, intoxicating smell thickened in the air.

Then, the grand king practically folded Alviara in half as he leaned forward, capturing the boy’s lips with his own. The human cried out. Not wanting to suffocate, Alviara twisted her upper body to the right, allowing the king to rest half atop her. This gave him better access to the boy and allowed Alviara to breathe easier, while witnessing everything unfolding.

The kiss was raw and filthy. King Daemonikai devoured the boy’s lips, his hips snapping forward, fucking into her like a savage animal.

Alviara’s new position was not entirely comfortable, but it was tolerable. She was far too enraptured by this unexpected threesome. Yet, at the same time, the pleasure was becoming too much for her to remain still. She needed to climax. Alviara began to move her hips. That was when she noticed it.

Wetness.

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