That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 54

Chapter 54:

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Aekeira whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut, but remained still as Lord Zaiper explored her body. His eyes held a daring challenge, silently warning her against any wrong reactions.

Emeriel’s fist was clenched. Do not react, Em. Reacting would only get you in trouble.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Lord Zaiper commented, one hand encircling Aekeira’s narrow waist while the other slipped between her legs, forcing them apart. Without finesse, he inserted two fingers inside her. Aekeira cried out, her eyes watering.

“Tight. Too tight,” he murmured approvingly, his head tilting to the side. “Your body recovered quickly after taking our beast form. Impressive.” He continued thrusting his fingers in and out, exploring and probing. “Hades, your channel is too narrow. You are going to feel so good on my dick. We will have so much fun.”

Aekeira felt sharp, acute pain gnawing at her. Tears flowed freely, and her knees trembled with the effort to remain upright. Lord Zaiper had penetrated her dry, now thrusting his thick fingers relentlessly.

“All hail His Majesty the Third! The third sovereign ruler of Urai. Sole leader of the western wings. All hail Grand Lord Vladya!”

The door swung open, and Grand Lord Vladya entered with his characteristic lethal grace.

“Your presence is requested. We must gather at the Court of Duty to address the council,” Lord Vladya announced, his gaze fixed on Lord Zaiper.

Lord Zaiper withdrew his fingers, and like a male who had all the time in the world, brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply. “An earthly scent.” A low growl emanated from his throat, his eyes shutting momentarily as he savored the scent, before licking his fingers clean. “Truly exquisite.”

Only then did he step away from Aekeira, his attention shifting to Lord Vladya standing behind him. “I did not want to be interrupted. Damn it, I had plans for tonight,” he grumbled, his eyes suggestive as they landed on Aekeira.

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“This would not have happened if you had not foolishly decided to spread fear among our people,” Lord Vladya growled.

Lord Zaiper’s eyes blazed with fury. “Foolishly? Are you calling me foolish!?”

“You heard me right, Grand Lord Zaiper. Or does your stupidity impair your hearing?”

Lord Zaiper stepped closer, his face now inches from Vladya’s. “You dare insult me? In the presence of these peasants?”

But Lord Vladya simply turned toward the door. “Do not keep the council waiting, Grand Lord Zaiper. If you aspire to be the grand king, at least show respect for the voice of the people. Do not just pretend. And ensure you are punctual for council meetings.”

At the mention of “grand king,” Lord Zaiper’s anger dissipated, replaced by a gleam in his eyes. “I do not pretend,” he said indignantly, but Lord Vladya had already departed.

Lord Zaiper glared at the three witnesses in the bedchamber, who kept their heads low, carefully avoiding his gaze. Addressing Aekeira, he said, “We will continue this later.”

Then he looked at Emeriel. “You are quite a pretty boy. Make sure you heal well.”

With his robe swirling, Lord Zaiper spun around and left the room.

EMERIEL

By the end of the week, Emeriel’s condition had significantly improved. For some reason, an order had been issued granting him a temporary release from his duties while he healed.

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