That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 661

Chapter 661:

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His head turned slightly, and he regarded her from beneath his hand.

“How could I possibly touch her again after that? It hasn’t even been a month. I’m not a monster, Merilyn.”

Merilyn nodded, pressing on.

“That night, being your last moment of intimacy with the princess, has contributed to this, Your Grace. Her body now associates your touch with that memory.”

“So, what you’re saying is, her body isn’t just trying to protect her from any intruder, but from the very one who hurt her… all while still waiting for her Beloved?”

“I am afraid so, Your Majesty.”

His eyes slipped shut. He did not speak or move, remaining silent.

Merilyn had the sudden urge to reach out, to offer some small measure of comfort. But she was not foolish enough to touch a male fighting against the pull of his rut.

“I am so sorry, Your Majesty,” she said softly.

He barked out a laugh, devoid of humor.

“Why? It’s not your fault. I’m the monster that brutalized my woman.”

Merilyn turned her gaze to the sleeping princess. Even now, despite the potion’s effects, she was restless. Her breaths came unevenly, her small body shifting now and then, letting out pained cries.

“Can anything be done?” he asked in the quietest tone.

“Yes, actually.” She lifted Emeriel’s head, resting it on her thighs. King Daemonikai’s head snapped up, his hand falling away from his face.

“What is it?”

“You must reintroduce yourself to her body.”

His brows furrowed.

“How?”

Merilyn exhaled.

“It will not be easy.”

Impatience flashed across his face.

“Tell me.”

“Your semen. And a great deal of it.” Merilyn could feel the heat creeping up her neck, but she cleared her throat and pressed on.

“You must spill outside of her and then… reintroduce it with your fingers. Encouraging her to swallow will also help. You need to do whatever is necessary to bring yourself to release as many times as possible, and introduce it into her body. Through your semen, her body may recognize you again.”

King Daemonikai mulled over her words before muttering, “I am not the kind to climax quickly.” She had already deduced as much.

“That is why I said it will not be easy,” she replied.

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“Yet you must find a way to make it possible. Do whatever you must. Keep these instructions in mind, and more than anything… simply be yourself.”

“Listen to her body, notice even the smallest details… Then listen to your own and simply be yourself,” he muttered.

Merilyn tilted her head.

“Huh?”

“The Oracle. Those were the words she spoke to me. She claimed that to be the only way I could help Emeriel during this heat.”

Merilyn considered this, then gave a slow nod.

“That makes sense.” She rose, carefully easing the princess’s head back onto the pillows. Emeriel shifted slightly but remained in a deep, troubled sleep.

“I will take my leave now,” Merilyn said, pulling the covers over her naked form.

“She will not remain asleep for long.”

“You know a great deal about this,” the grand king assessed her closely.

“It has happened to you.”

Merilyn’s finger clenched in the folds of her skirt, her eyes going toward the closed door.

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