That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 669

Chapter 669:

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He wouldn’t have dared fuck her so close to that hypersensitive spot unless he was certain her heat could endure it—and he knew this one could. It wasn’t a minor heat, but a full, overwhelming one. So he gave her sensations that should have been agony but instead came as blinding pleasure.

Her thighs, cradling either side of his hips, fell open in helpless surrender as tremors wracked her body. Her toes curled and uncurled violently, and her eyes grew wider with each passing second.

Then, the time bomb he had been building inside her detonated.

“DAEMON—!”

It wasn’t a scream. It was a shriek—wild, desperate, shattered. So high, so unladylike, so utterly debauched. And as her walls clenched around his cock, he groaned and spilled thick ropes of cum directly into that abused, fluttering entrance, his cock twitching fiercely as he kept thrusting.

A gush of liquid exploded from between her legs, drenching them both, soaking his thighs and the sheets beneath.

Daemonikai faltered mid-stroke, stunned.

“Did you just… squirt?”

Emeriel didn’t answer. She didn’t even hear him.

His female was gone, lost in the endless abyss of ecstasy he had thrown her into.

But yes. Even for a gusher like her, the release had been unreal.

Daemonikai exhaled, awed by her—by what he had done to her.

Ukræ. In five millennia, no female had ever reacted to his touch the way she did. Not one had come close.

“You truly have no idea how unexplainably sexy you are, do you?” he growled possessively, pressing his lips to her flushed, sweat-slicked skin.

“Too much,” she sobbed, thrashing her head from side to side.

“Please, please—”

“Take it like a good girl, Riel. You know you want to,” Daemonikai snarled.

This part was one of his favorites—when he overwhelmed her, taking her beyond pleasure, beyond reason, until all she could do was beg. Because he would always rather give her too much than not enough. Rather over-satisfy his woman than leave her starving.

The wet, obscene sounds filled the chamber, growing louder with each sharp snap of his hips.

Ruthless. Unrelenting. Inescapable.

He dragged her through mini-orgasms and aftershocks, wringing tiny, broken sobs from her with each stroke, even as she quivered and sobbed beneath him. Yet he did not stop.

𝓢𝓮𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 ⲅ𝓪𝓁ⲛ𝓞𝓿𝒆𝓁𝓼⸳𝖼𝖔𝖒

Because she could take it. She was his. This was what she needed. And he was all too happy to give it to her.

But then… the hunger came again.

Urekai males followed an unwritten rule: do not bloodfeed during heat sex.

The coupling was already too much—an overload of sensation. Throwing in bloodfeeding on top of it? Cruel.

The urge almost never came during heat.

Almost.

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