That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 259

Chapter 259:

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Her body jackknifed, a surge of pleasure blindsiding her. Pain mingled with ecstasy, creating an intense, pleasure-pain sensation that was… indescribable.

She wailed, clawing at the ground as an unexpected orgasm was ripped from her. It was the first time she had climaxed with something inside her, and it was suddenly too much to bear.

“Lord Vladya…!!” she screamed, writhing beneath him. His large body held hers captive, unyielding.

Every nerve in her body felt electrified—hypersensitive. His bite sent waves of pleasure through her, mingling with the sensation of him plunging deep inside her. The forest around her blurred, fading into the background.

He withdrew his fangs and groaned. “Ukrae, you are strangling my dick. Holy hell.” His movements faltered before he shot his release into her.

Broken sobs tore from her as she came down from the intense high.

“Please,” Aekeira’s mind spiraled, lost in a firestorm of ecstasy. The feeling of his warm seed tormenting her body, the painful yet consuming flames of his release, made her feel… possessed.

Warmth spread through her. She wanted to be his, fully and completely. Even if it meant surrendering to the feral beast within him.

“That’s it, take it all. Take everything,” he mumbled, his voice sounding distant, as he made short, jerky movements.

Aekeira took it all, trembling from the waves, gasping and quivering. The intensity of it left her weak, and she collapsed beneath him, her body wracked with aftershocks.

Finally, he went still above her and collapsed. His weight grounded her, pressing her into the earth.

She felt his weight, his breath hot against her skin. And peace.

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A strange, fragile peace.

GRAND LORD VLADYA

The forest was hushed, save for the rustling of leaves in the night breeze, offering Grand Lord Vladya no clues as to how he came to be there. The scent of damp earth and pine needles filled his nostrils. He was alone and disoriented. Fragments of memory danced at the edges of his consciousness—the Lantern Festival. He remembered the lanterns bobbing in the twilight, the festive air, the laughter of the people… Then, a void.

A blank space where memory should have been.

When a male begins to descend into madness, the woods become his greatest friend. The old Urekai saying echoed in his mind, and Vladya was inclined to agree. Lately, his episodes of zoning out had been increasing, always leading him back to the woods. They said it was the mind’s way of familiarizing the beast with its future habitat before—

The feral transformation. Probably a blessing in disguise. If these lapses had occurred within the fortress walls, Daemonikai would surely have uncovered the truth. Yet, my mind feels clear—sharper than it has in a long, long time.

The insatiable sex lust that had plagued him, along with the constant gnawing bloodlust, had vanished. He felt satisfied. Peaceful. His beast, usually restless and demanding, now drowsed contentedly within him. He gazed at the moonless sky, at the tiny stars above, searching his memory for clues.

Memory loss. Another sign of an advanced stage of going feral.

He remembered leaving the fortress, walking out of the tower gates, and strolling through the square. He remembered walking with Daemonikai and their entourage, dismissing Yaz and his soldiers, needing fresh air. And he remembered… catching a scent. Her scent. Following it.

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