EMERIEL"At least try to sit down, Emeriel," Madam Livia said, as she had countless times before.Emeriel ignored her. He felt as if he were being torn apart from the inside.Resisting the overwhelming urge to rip off his garments, keeping his body still fully clothed despite the discomfort. Instead, he paced back and forth, his breath coming in heavy pants.Sweat poured from his feverish body, his trembling limbs unable to find relief. He walked unsteadily on shaky legs, his breasts aching and yearning to be freed from the constraints of the tight binds. His intimate areas were soaked, his clitoris swollen and throbbing. Emeriel fought the urge to lay down, spread his legs, and touch himself until he climaxed. The urge was all-consuming, but he fought hard, his fingers twitching with the effort.Another contraction struck, this time, the intense pain was so sharp it ripped through his belly.Emeriel screamed. Agony coursed through him, tearing at his belly from within. His vaginal
Only Madam Livia remained."Please, d-don't leave, Madam Livia. I-I'm scared." Tears trailed down his cheeks. He didn't want to be left alone with the beast. The thought alone filled him with overwhelming panic. "Don't leav—"Another wave of spasms washed over him, and he cried out in agony.The beast snarled, then raised a massive paw and with two swift motions, like an X, it tore Emeriel's clothes—both his outer and inner garments—leaving them in tatters on the ground.Emeriel cried out, his eyes wide with horror, expecting to find himself torn and bleeding. But, to his relief, it was only his clothes that lay in shreds. He stood half-naked, the binds still around his chest.The beast snarled again, slashing at the bandage and ripping it from his chest. Emeriel’s breasts spilled out, full and achingly aroused, his nipples standing erect.In the same manner, the creature turned its attention to his breeches, and reduced them into shreds. Before long, Emeriel stood completely nude, vu
EMERIELThe beast climbed onto the bed. Its red, intimidating manhood pointing straight at Emeriel.She whimpered trying to squeeze her legs together, but the beast growled angrily. Emeriel froze.When the beast came closer again, she scrambled up and got down on her hands and knees, her body shaking with fear and the fever of the heat coursing through her veins. She grabbed the skin near her vaginal folds and spread them apart, presenting to the beast.It howled loudly. Emeriel jerked, but did not break her position. She felt naked. All her intimate parts exposed and vulnerable for the beast's use. Her opening quivered, licking liquid and clenching at nothing.A cold nose pressed against her womanhood. She yelped with surprise. A hot tongue licked her core thoroughly.Oh heavens, oh heavens, oh heavens!!! The beast has its face against my privates. A horrified scream rose to her throat, and Emeriel swallowed it. What if it takes a bite? Or sink those huge fangs into my skin!She whi
MERILYNA heavily pregnant Urekai woman paused at the entrance to the corridor leading to the chambers of the Grand Lord of Blackstone. She turned to her male companion. "I shall continue from here."The male, a Urekai high lord and her bondmate, looked at her gently. "I understand. I will wait for your return here. Go and answer your master’s summons."She gave him a soft smile before continuing down the corridor, the faint sounds of celebration still echoing in the distance. When she reached the sturdy oak door, she knocked once and waited calmly."Enter, Merilyn," a deep, familiar voice called from inside.Merilyn stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. Bowing respectfully, she greeted, "My lord."Grand Lord Vladya, who stood facing the window, turned to glance at her over his shoulder. A small smile touched his lips as he looked at her."No need for formalities tonight." His eyes softened warmly. "Even heavy with child, you are as beautiful as ever, Merl."A soothing
MERILYNMerilyn cast a pitying look at her master, her eyes full of pleading. "Oh, Vlad, you do not need to kill humans as well. I understand your pain more than anyone else—""She is not dead; she is merely asleep," Vladya interrupted.Relief swept through her as she turned back to the motionless figure, studying it closely. It was then that she noticed the gentle rise and fall of the woman's chest. "Asleep. Good, that is a relief."Vladya’s eyes locked onto hers. "Let us get something straight, Merl. If I wanted to kill a human female, she would already be dead. And let me tell you, I would do it with a smile, and I would sleep peacefully—perhaps even better."He paused briefly. "The only reason I have not killed her, or others, is because I have not felt like it. I simply have no desire to... yet."He moved across the luxurious rug, his robes brushing against the polished marble floor. "It is not because of some foolish idea that I am a good male. I am not. I despise humans and do
He pressed a tender kiss upon her forehead. "It is the delirium speaking, Merl. You love your bondmate, and you do not wish to hurt him that way.""No, no, I want you. Henry knows that I am your bloodhost. He understands and accepts what it means," she protested."But you will hate yourself after the hunger is sated. It is not acceptable, my dear," his voice was strained, but he pulled away. "We need to resist the pull. But I will help you."Merilyn cried out, tortured. The need to satiate her burning arousal was so intense that tears welled in her eyes.She humped against his thighs, hard and desperate, rubbing her throbbing clitoris against his leg, gasping with pleasure, her head thrown back in ecstasy."That is it, dearling. Ride it out. Allow it to pass through you," he murmured, cradling her waist, gently supporting her swollen belly.Merilyn cried out as her orgasm cascaded through her, like the sweet, gentle waves of a serene ocean. Her body gradually stilled, eventually leani
LORD VLADYA"Where is he?" Lord Vladya asked, quickening his pace as he descended the stairs."He is at the sixth square, Your Highness," replied Yaz, his head soldier, keeping stride. "The people have gathered there. It is quite a crowd."Lord Vladya clenched his teeth, striding forward with purpose. Servants and maids scrambled out of his way as soon as they saw him.Turning a corner, his sharp eyes caught sight of Lord Ottai approaching from the opposite direction with his own group of soldiers. The grim expression on Ottai’s face mirrored Vladya’s.Zaiper has gathered the people at the square," Ottai announced as they drew closer, his tone edged with frustration. "He is informing them about the beast's escape last night.""So I have heard," Vladya stated, his voice clipped. "This must be stopped.""What is wrong with Zaiper? This is a matter for the court, not the public.” Ottai’s brow furrowed. “Why would he do such a thing?""It is clear he is trying to gain more support."The t
"Yes, my Lord," Aekeira avoided his gaze, keeping her head lowered. Something in this grand lord’s eyes made her feel apprehensive and nervous.Something strange happened the previous night, but Aekeira abruptly shut the door on it, refusing to dwell upon it.Emeriel finally woke during the night. After Aekeira fed her, Madam Livia had Amie prepare a basin for her to bathe in the room. Following the bath, Emeriel appeared better than she had been all day."How do you feel now?" Aekeira asked, once they had settled Emeriel back onto the bed."Better," Emeriel replied with a soft, sad smile. "For a moment there, I was beginning to think I would not make it."Guilt filled Aekeira's eyes. "I am so sorry about—""Do not blame yourself, sister,” Emeriel said, grasping her sister’s hands. “It was not your fault. Do not punish yourself for something beyond your control."Madam Livia entered once again, her expression softening as she looked at Emeriel. "You're awake.""Yes, madam. Thank you s
“Please stop saying these things to him,” Lord Vladya groaned. “He’s smiling like a thief who just got promoted to head guard. He might forget why we’re here.”Daemonikai smacked him upside the head. “Shut it.” But he was still grinning ear to ear.The healer hid her smile behind a cough. So, the rumors were true. The quickest way to find favor with the Grand King… was to speak kindly of his queen. Or better yet—earn her favor directly.It warmed her to see them this way. Whole. Strong. Hearty. Happy.“Now, let’s return to the original matter. What can you do for us, old healer?” King Daemonikai asked.“I’ll begin work immediately on the herbs. I’m certain something like it exists. Our people have simply never had reason to search for it. I’ll start gathering ingredients, reviewing ancestral scrolls, and see what I can develop. With luck, I’ll have good news for you soon.”“That’s excellent,” Daemonikai said, nodding with satisfaction.The healer turned to Lord Vladya. “And you, Secon
FOUR MONTHS LATER PRINCESS EMERIEL"By the power vested in me as the Keeper of the sacred crowns, I hereby anoint thee, in the sight of gods and mortals, as Grand Queen of Urai." The Keeper lifted the ornate diadem from its resting place, holding it aloft for all to witness. “Rise, Sovereign of the Realm, and stand beside your King. Two as one, rulers over land and blood, bound by duty, and sanctified by this crowning rite."Emeriel rose on unsteady legs. This was real. A Grand Queen.The weight of the crown was considerable as it settled atop her head, but she bore it with pride, grace, and dignity.At her side, her Beloved extended his hand, eyes glowing with pride. She took it, fingers lacing with his, warmth spreading through her palm and heart. Together, they turned to face their people.The Keeper stepped back, voice booming. “Behold! Your Grand King and Grand Queen. Long may they reign!”The hall blasted in thunderous applause. Outside, the bells of the Citadel rang with trium
She gasped as he flicked her clit, over and over again, building tension. Soon she was wiggling, twitching, hips shifting restlessly, seeking more.Daemonikai was burning, yet his mouth never left her breast. Arousal pounded through him, but beneath it—deeper, hungrier—was peace. There was something sacred, yet utterly obscene about this, in how her breast felt against his tongue, the rich rush down his throat, and the soft sounds she made.“Mmm.” His eyes slitted shut as time dissolved. Her moans grew louder, hips grinding against his thigh, but he didn’t relent. Not until her back arched and she came with a cry, her pussy fluttering around nothing.He switched breasts, sealing his lips around the other nipple, drinking her in as his fingers resumed their torment—circling her clit just enough to tease, never enough to satisfy.She squirmed, sobbing, her slick painting his thighs. “Daemon… please. Please.”He ignored her. Not yet.Only when the flow dwindled to drops, then drained int
That night, Daemonikai slept, and saw them.Standing at the river’s edge were his sons—Myka and Alvin. But unlike in the past, they weren’t sad. Their eyes no longer carried the weight of guilt or sorrow.No, his sons were smiling, waving at him.Daemonikai ran from the opposite shore, water parting in soft ripples as he crossed, and when he reached them, he pulled them both into a tight embrace.“Father…” Alvin whispered hoarsely. “I’m sorry.”“For what?” Daemonikai pulled back, his hands firm on Alvin’s face, forcing his boy to meet his eyes. “It was never your fault, and I’m sorry you left the world believing it was.”He turned to Myka. “I’m sorry I told you to protect everyone else. I should’ve told you to save yourself first. Maybe then, you’d still be—”“It’s alright, Father,” Myka interrupted with a smile. “I don’t regret protecting Mother. Or our people. I’m a protector, just like you, and I’m proud of that.”Behind them, a crowd began to form. His people were watching from a
GRAND KING DAEMONIKAIZaiper's screams rolled down the dungeon corridor, bouncing off walls as Daemonikai sawed through his leg with a cutlass—whistling a slow, melodic tune. Blood sprayed, splashing onto Daemonikai’s robes, forming a growing puddle.“This blade’s gone dull,” he said conversationally, examining the edge. “Get me the dagger.”A guard handed it to him from the wall of instruments, so much polished steel behind them.Daemonikai discarded the cutlass with a soft clatter and resumed with the dagger, slicing deep into muscle and tendon, never missing a beat in his whistle.“Please! AHhhhhhh!” Zaiper howled. An animal sound, born of unbearable pain.Daemonikai sawed clean through until the leg detached entirely. He lifted it, holding it up like a prized relic.“I hope you don’t mind if I keep this,” he said casually, inspecting the severed limb. “It’s a clean slice. Unfortunately for you, it won’t regenerate—considering I’ve taken the entire limb. You’ll have to forgive me.
••••••Three Weeks Later PRINCESS EMERIEL“By the power vested in me as Grand King of this court, and in the presence of these witnesses, I hereby declare all Bonds of Human Enslavement broken. From this day forward, you are no longer the property of Urekai but allies. Free people under the protection and respect of this kingdom.”The court was overflowing. Humans filled every space, trailing from the dais down the carpeted aisle, pouring out the doors, spilling into the hallway beyond. Every human in Urai was present.At the front of it all, Emeriel stood tall beside her king, heart brimming with emotion. Her gaze drifted across the sea of faces, landing on her sister. Aekeira was smiling through tears. Just like so many others.Grand King Daemonikai continued, voice firm but warm. “I have already sent word to the twelve human kingdoms, informing their kings that the humans here are no longer captives, but allies of Urai. From this moment, no harm shall befall you—not by royal decre
GRAND KING DAEMONIKAIDaemonikai delayed just outside the dungeon corridor until he heard Zaiper’s first blood-curdling scream. Only then did he walk away from the dungeon hallway. He soon stopped hearing them. Almost a regret.He had instructed the guards to move Zaiper to the deepest, most fortified cell to keep his torture from disrupting the tranquility of the Citadel. But now, for the first time, he wondered about the wisdom of it.Reaching his bedchamber, the scene greeting him caused him to pause.There on the couch, Emeriel sat in sleep's soft embrace, holding their son, Daesovxscar, against her chest. His small mouth had slipped from her breast, milk dotting the taut, dark nipple still exposed to the cool air. Her arms held him close, even in sleep.Daemonikai’s mouth went dry.He was not a male to steal his youngling’s food—he had never done so before—but in the past few days, the thought had settled into his mind like an unsealed scroll. It was all he thought about.“Your H
“Yes,” the male continued coolly. “Vladya feels whole now. The male you always mocked for being cursed, then took away his bondmate. But she returned to him, not merely as a lover who may be compatible with him, but as his fated mate.” Daemonikai’s lips twitched. “Then there’s you. Hanging here like a carcass in my dungeon. With a dead lover, no heir, no legacy. No throne.”Zaiper’s scream tore from deep within his soul. “DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT HIM!”“Who? Oh you mean the dead lover?” Daemonikai smirked, adding with a drawl. “I never did tell you, did I? Just how good it felt to kill him.”Zapier struggled even harder. One leg jerked so hard, causing the chain to snap taut, nearly dislocating him, but Zaiper didn’t care, writhing and snarling like a feral.“His spine snapping in two as it struck my knees… that sound... it stayed with me for months. It had a better tone than even the harp.”“Fuck you, Daemonikai! I’ll fucking kill you!” Zaiper was out of control, spitting rage with
“You’ve no idea how fun it was. Playing you like a puppet, note by note, from the sidelines, with you none the wiser. It was... exquisite.” His grin was unrepentant. “But don’t blame me too much, Daemonikai. The real culprit was your pride. You believed yourself invincible. Too strong to be touched, too feared to be challenged. And because of that arrogance, you gave someone like me the perfect opening.”He let out a wheezing cough of amusement. “The Dragaxlovs have always sought the throne, but the Naelzharoth was too powerful. My grandfather shared with me that it was his lifelong dream to sit on the First Throne, yet every minor scheme he attempted to wrest it from your grandfather failed. He was a coward, you see, just like the rest of them.” Zaiper sighed. “Even at a hundred, I knew I was different from those spineless relics. I knew I would achieve great things, and I knew you would assist me. Your casual dismissal, that prideful superiority… always a Naelzharoth, viewing the re