That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 91

Chapter 91:

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“Unleash on her.”

No, that would kill her. Vladya gritted his teeth. He entered her tight opening and resumed taking her. She was not enjoying this—he knew that. Yet, her channel was wet. Not much, but it was there nonetheless. She’d dried up repeatedly, but her body still produced more liquid to accommodate him.

He focused on the sensations, forcing himself to block out his primal instincts. It wasn’t easy, but the feel of the girl helped him concentrate. Wet and so warm, he felt so good buried inside her.

“If she can take the feral, she can handle us. Unleash on her.”

At this point, Vladya was uncertain if it was his beast channeling those thoughts or if it was all him. His thoughts. His primal instincts.

A few seconds later, with better control over his primal urges, Vladya leaned down, his hands wrapped around her throat as his body enveloped her small form. He thrust back into her vigorously, fucking her ruthlessly and without mercy.

She twitched and shook against him. Her screams pierced the night, echoing through the darkness. And as the night wore on, the voices in his head grew louder.

“Unleash on her.”

“Unleash on her!”

“UNLEASH ON HER!”

EMERIEL

Two days later, Emeriel followed the directions provided by the lord from the High Court. When he arrived at the gate, he introduced himself, and the gates opened for him. The household worker who led him toward the front porch was surprisingly friendly and talkative.

By the time the human male left Emeriel at the door, Emeriel knew the name of the high lord who had summoned him—Lord Herod. The noble lord of agriculture was widowed and over two thousand years old.

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Emeriel stood hesitantly against the door, his hand raised and suspended in the air. You can turn and head back to the fortress, Emeriel. Pretend you had not made this trip. However, he could not ignore the summons forever. The lord had only given him four days, and two of them had already passed. What would happen if those four days expired? Emeriel shuddered at the thought.

Before his wandering mind could dissuade him, Emeriel knocked.

The door was opened by a butler, and Emeriel stated his reason for being there before a maid emerged to lead him further into the house.

“The master will see you shortly,” the maid said before leaving him in a waiting area with a wooden bench, directly across from a large oak door.

Emeriel grew increasingly restless as he waited. He felt anxious, almost hopeful, thinking that Lord Herod might have forgotten about him. But then the door opened, and Lord Herod stepped out.

“Come in,” Lord Herod ordered, retreating back into the room. “Emeriel, is it?”

“Yes, my lord.”

Lord Herod stopped in the center of the library, turned to Emeriel, and gave a small smile.

“I have been expecting you.”

“I apologize for answering your summons late, my lord.” Why is he smiling when Emeriel was about to jump out of his skin with worry?

Lord Herod nodded. “Do not be so frightened, Emeriel. I did not summon you here today to harm or threaten you. If I wanted Urai to know about an incredibly beautiful girl disguised as a male in the Ravenshadow Citadel Fortress of Great Power, the grand lords would have already taken action against you. But that is not my intention.”

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