GRAND KING DAEMONIKAIHe lay beside his princess until she stirred. The sun dipped below the trees, painting the woods in shades of gold and crimson. He watched her eyelids flutter open. They lay so close, their noses nearly brushing."Hey…" he murmured, his fingers tracing a path through her hair. "Welcome back.""Your Grace—""Daemon," he corrected softly."Daemon." A small, pleased smile curved her lips. "Was I out for long?"He shook his head. "Come, let's get back. Night is falling."Daemonikai rose first, then helped her to her feet. His eyes fell to her naked body, to the faint red marks on her hips.She flushed, her hands darting up to cover her breasts as she glanced around at the shredded remnants of her clothing.He slipped off his robe and draped it over her small shoulders. She slumped slightly under its weight."It's so heavy," she whispered in surprise.Daemonikai chuckled lightly and retrieved the robe. He pulled off his shirt, guiding her arms into the soft linen. "Be
UREKAI:In the days of old, the Urekai stood out as the strongest and most powerful beings in the world. The ancient tongue called them ‘fearsome beasts’ for:Like werewolves, they could transform into beasts. Like vampires, they consumed blood.And walked among humans with no one the wiser.The ageless, peaceful, selfless beings preferred to keep to themselves. Despite being feared and distrusted, they never responded with aggression. They granted passage to any species wishing to enter their lands beyond the great mountain and welcomed everyone. But five centuries ago, an unexpected species attacked the Urekais during their one night of weakness. The humans.While protecting his people, Grand King Daemonikai lost control of his mind, going feral. Becoming a danger to the same people whom he had given everything to protect. Although it seemed impossible, the Urekais managed to capture their king’s beast form, imprisoning him in a secure cage, ensuring he could never escape.But
Twenty-one Years LaterPRINCE EMERIEL. “He’s so pretty,” a voice murmured. “It’s the feminine prince,” another one said. The third man had lust in his eyes. “No man should have hair that gorgeous.” Prince Emeriel ignored them all as he moved from the palace grounds into the building, head held high. Just because he was used to the unwanted attention, didn’t mean it didn’t make his skin crawl. He might have lived as a boy all his life, but it didn’t exactly keep him all that safe. Men of Navia would stick their phallus in anything with a hole, especially if it looked remotely feminine. But Emeriel’s senses were always on high alert. Which is why he was probably the only twenty-one-year-old virgin in Navia.That, and his sister, Princess Aekeira, always did everything in her power to protect him. To make sure his secrets remained tightly hidden. A carriage accident had taken their parents fifteen years ago, and King Orestus had adopted them. That tyrant made life a living
PRINCE EMERIEL Stepping outside the next morning, two warriors stopped before Emeriel. "The king summons you, my prince," One of them said. "Your presence is needed in the courtroom."Shit. That foolish minister wasted no time ratting on him.Emeriel let the way to court. It’s just whipping, he will be fine.But, as he walked down the hall towards the door, it was eerily quiet. Something was wrong. The court was always noisy from the outside. Mutterings, murmurs, arguments were always expected. His worry deepened when the door opened, and all eyes didn't turn to gaze at him condescendingly. Instead, everyone's eyes were fixed at the center of the king's court. Emeriel's eyes followed theirs. Two men dressed in all-white apparel robes, with long, straight, waist-length black hair stood, appearing harmless. But a longer glance had Emeriel noticing muscles barely concealed under their robes, their slightly tipped ears, and their incredibly unnaturally handsome faces that were comp
PRINCE EMERIEL.Aekeira cried for over an hour after they left the courtroom. At first, she had been angry, shouting at Emeriel about his foolish decision. And then, she broke down, crying as if her heart had been shattered. Now, they were left alone in a tiny room on the boat. Emeriel remained quiet throughout his sister's breakdown, the weight of his decision finally sinking in. By the Light-gods, he was now a slave. Lower than a lowborn. Lower than a carpet servant. And not just any slave, but a Urekai slave. Or many Urekai, Emeriel had no idea yet.He would serve those heartless, ruthless beings who despised humans.“You're a pretty boy; you will not lack masters to service.”A shiver coursed down Emeriel's spine. They were going to violate his body. What he had always dreamed of would finally coming true. Only now, it wouldn't be just one beast, it would be many. As many as his master wanted.They would spread him apart, subjecting him to that dreadful act of sex.Emeriel sw
PRINCE EMERIELEmeriel was horrified. I must rescue Aekeira! We need to escape!"I know you are there, pretty prince. I can smell you," Lord Vladya's voice rang out.Emeriel gasped, frozen in place as Lord Vladya’s imposing figure emerged from the door. His cold, lifeless gray and yellow eyes fixed upon Emeriel.Instinctively, Emeriel took a step back. Then another. Lord Vladya smirked. "I would advise against whatever thoughts are brewing in that little head of yours. You have no inkling of where you are, do you?"Emeriel could only discern they were in the tallest, most fortified fortress he had ever seen. He shook his head, his fear palpable."You are in Ravenshadow," Lord Ottai said, coming up behind the scarred Lord.Ravenshadow? The Ravenshadow!?No, by the Light, this cannot be happening."R-Ravenshadow Citadel? The home of the f-four grand rulers of the Urekais. The Whispering Abyss of great power?" Emeriel blurted out, unable to contain his terror any longer.Lord Ottai sno
PRINCE EMERIELThe night had descended upon them. Aekeira's face turned pale upon hearing everything from Emeriel. She had not uttered a single word in hours. Instead, tears streamed down her eyes.Emeriel could hardly recognize Aekeira after the "treatment" Livia had given her. Aekeira was incredibly beautiful, well-groomed, and all dressed up in that scanty piece of nothing. He despised the purpose behind her transformation and dreaded the impending arrival of the Urekai guards, who would soon take her away."Let us escape,” Emeriel suggested urgently. “This place is vast, and—" Aekeira shook her head. "I cannot risk your life, Em. Grand Lord Vladya warned you about the severe consequences of attempting to escape. Moreover, if we’re caught, they will undoubtedly discover your secret when they strip you down to whip you. It is simply not an option."Emeriel approached his sister and shook her firmly. "Pull yourself together, Aekeira! You will be forced to serve a UREKAI in its BE
SLAVE AMIEAmie did her best to ignore the screams. They always made her uncomfortable, reminding her of the sickening things the slave masters does to her at the barn. She simply needed to pick up the bathing oil she had forgotten after running a bath for Princess Aekeira.Approaching the quarters, she heard muffled cries, filled with agony. The cries grew louder as she drew closer. Amie quickened her pace, following the sound until she reached the end of the hallway.She stood outside the closed door of Princess Aekeira's chambers. Isn’t Prince Emeriel the only person in there?Amie opened the door and entered the room. A female figure lay on the bed, facing away from her, writhing in pain, completely naked. The figure convulsed and let out a loud sob."A-are you alright?" Amie's voice trembled softly as she approached the figure on the bed.Only whimpering sounds answered her. Amie moved closer to the front of the figure and froze."Prince Emeriel?" Amie couldn't believe her e
GRAND KING DAEMONIKAIHe lay beside his princess until she stirred. The sun dipped below the trees, painting the woods in shades of gold and crimson. He watched her eyelids flutter open. They lay so close, their noses nearly brushing."Hey…" he murmured, his fingers tracing a path through her hair. "Welcome back.""Your Grace—""Daemon," he corrected softly."Daemon." A small, pleased smile curved her lips. "Was I out for long?"He shook his head. "Come, let's get back. Night is falling."Daemonikai rose first, then helped her to her feet. His eyes fell to her naked body, to the faint red marks on her hips.She flushed, her hands darting up to cover her breasts as she glanced around at the shredded remnants of her clothing.He slipped off his robe and draped it over her small shoulders. She slumped slightly under its weight."It's so heavy," she whispered in surprise.Daemonikai chuckled lightly and retrieved the robe. He pulled off his shirt, guiding her arms into the soft linen. "Be
It was in her eyes, in the soft parting of her lips, in the way her body arched ever so slightly beneath him.“What instinct do you have?” her voice carried a slight tremor.“You don’t want to find out,” he warned. Lowering his forehead to hers, he pressed her down more firmly with his weight, letting her feel his fat arousal. His control was fraying fast. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Just keep still.”“No.”The single word was a lightning strike, freezing every muscle in his body.Daemonikai’s head snapped back, his gaze locking onto hers with incredulity. “What did you just say?”“No, I won’t submit,” she breathed. “I refuse to submit.”“What are you doing?” Daemonikai’s muscles went taut, visibly trembling as he fought himself. His beast raged inside him, banging against his chest, trying to force a shift. She must submit to us! She is our mate!“Don’t do this, Emeriel,” he warned. “If I take you this way, it will be… animalistic.”“Do it.” Her defiance burned as brightly as the blush on he
MISTRESS SINAI“You have a visitor,” a soldier’s voice called out, resounding down the corridor.She shot up from the ground, her heart racing. Sinai moved so fast she nearly stumbled as she hurried toward the barricade. “Who is it? Who—”Grand Lord Zaiper came into view, walking with his usual air of superiority as he approached her cell.The excitement of seeing him was so great Sinai found herself bouncing on her feet.“Yes! Yes! I knew you would come for me!” she exclaimed, her voice high with relief. “What took you so long? I’ve been rotting in here!” “Is that how you greet your ruler, Mistress?” Zaiper drawled, an arrogant smile curling his lips as he stopped in front of her cell. His eyes swept over her, taking in her disheveled state. “Well, well, well. I must say, this place does not look good on you.”“Stop with all the pleasantries, My Lord, and get me out of here,” she grumbled, her tone laced with frustration. “I miss my bed, a proper bath. This place stinks. Please, get
PRINCESS EMERIELThe next three days were the best in her life. Emeriel and King Daemonikai spent nearly every moment together, and she cherished each one.They talked about everything. Her time in the human world, her physical training, her hobbies, and childhood memories. In turn, he opened up about his own youth, even shared pieces of his late family.Emeriel hummed softly as she put away their dinner dishes. Warm and vibrant joy bubbled within her. Even the topics that could have been awkward or painful were touched upon—if only lightly—without tension or avoidance.She was truly, deeply happy, about the incredible progress they had made together.Setting aside the court, their past, and their pain, they had spent these days simply being together. The peace, the quiet, and the simplicity of the surroundings were a nice change. This cottage nestled in one of the outer villages of Urai, had become a sanctuary for them, and she loved it.Yesterday evening, Daemonikai took her for a w
GRAND KING DAEMONIKAIHe woke feeling surprisingly well-rested.His eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room, sunlight streaming through the open window. How long had they slept?He stirred slightly, finding himself face-to-face with Emeriel’s soft, creamy breast. Her dark and flushed enticing nipple pointed directly at him, and his mouth watered at the sight. His dick twisted inside her, drawing his attention to the fact their bodies were joined intimately. The memories of his nightmares… and the fevered lovemaking that followed, flooded his mind. Gritting his teeth, Daemonikai summoned every ounce of restraint he possessed to keep from taking her again.He withdrew from her tight, warm heat, even as it clung to him, trying to pull him back in and the sensation nearly undid him. But he persisted, finally freeing himself.He pulled her torn garment up, covering her succulent breast to shield them from his wandering eyes.Then he simply watched her sleep.For long, quiet minutes,
“No! Go through the back! Save yourself!” The desperate command echoed into the dim silence of the room, followed by sharp, labored pants. “Protect your mother!”Emeriel’s eyes snapped open to the faint light of dawn filtering through the open curtains. She turned, her heart clenching as she saw Daemonikai thrashing beside her, his chest heaving, his fists clenched white-knuckling the sheets.“There are too many of them. I…” His voice broke, raw with helpless panic. “Too many of them.”“Daemon…” Her hand hovered inches from his shoulder.The memory of the last time he’d woken from a nightmare beside her flashed vividly in her mind. A moment that had nearly cost her her life.“Myka, where is Alvin!?" his voice rose again, desperate. "Where is your brother!?”Her throat clogged, tears prickling her eyes. He was trapped there again. Reliving the terror of a father failing to save his children. It wasn’t real, but the horror in his voice was clear, cutting through her like a sword.To h
“How is your friend Herodis?” His lips brushed against her cheek like a soft breeze. “Have you seen him since your return?”“With everything going on, I haven’t had the chance.” A small pause followed. “I worry about him. Is he alright? What is he doing these days?”“Maybe you should make time to go and see him.” She tilted her head slightly, trying to glimpse his expression, but gave up when she realized it would mean leaving the cocoon of his arms. “I’m surprised you would say that. I know you don’t exactly…”“That is in the past. He was a genuine friend to you. A good one who was there for you during dark times. He’s a kind of friend worth having.”“He is,” she agreed, a touch of exhaustion entering her tone. “You know, when the lords bared their necks for me in court today, I thought about him. He always told me it would work out. That I should have a little faith.”“I am glad you have such a friend. Genuine friendships transcend time."“Like you and Lord Vladya?”She felt his he
Daemonikai reached out, taking her hand, bringing it to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss on it.“How do you feel?” Emeriel asked quietly.“Better. Exhausted, but better.” His eyes flicked to hers. “How do you feel? All this must not have been easy for you. I cannot even imagine…” “That day in the woods, you told me it took losing the best part of you to crawl out of your grave.” His eyes dropped to their joined hands. “I didn’t realize this was what you meant. No wonder you couldn’t forgive me. No wonder you couldn’t find it within yourself to give us a second chance. If I had known the extent of what you went through…” he shook his head. “I would never have pestered you so much. Never have tried to force it.”“Then I’m glad you did not know,” Emeriel stated coolly. “The truth is, I never wanted you to find out. I knew what it would do to you, so it became a burden I was prepared to carry alone to my grave.”"That's too much for anyone to bear alone. I'm grateful I know now. Even th
HIGH LORD HERODISHe stood by the window, gazing out over the open field bathed in moonlight.The night breeze whispered around him, carrying a lovely scent of grass and distant woods.News of the court had reached his ears, and he couldn’t stop smiling.“I am so happy for you, my dear friend,” he murmured softly, his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves outside.“Who are you speaking to?”Herod turned at the sound of the familiar voice, catching sight of Dale stepping into the room.His son’s sharp, inquisitive gaze swept over him as he entered.“No one, son,” Herod smoothened his expression.Dale’s brow lifted, his skepticism clear. “So now you talk to yourself?” He sighed, striding to the bed and flopping onto it with an exaggerated motion. “I told you, Father, this loneliness is starting to get to you.”“I am not lonely. I have you,” Herod countered defensively. “Besides, I am not a lunatic.”Dale snorted, shaking his head. “If you say so.” Leaning back on the bed, he pro