Semua Bab That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate: Bab 141 - Bab 150

"Take it. Take it." He couldn't recognize his own voice, so rough and animalistic, as he slammed in over and over again, with a force he would never have used on her outside the throes of a full heat. But she could take it now. Yes, she could.Galilea screamed so loud it might have reached the heavens as her body deteriorated. Muscles clenching around him so tightly he swore aloud, his climax tearing through him, his growls mingling with her screams."Fuck, you milk my essence so well, little princess," he grunted, filling her up with his seed, driving her into another convulsive orgasm.Galilea's blue eyes went wide with pleasure. Her mouth hung open in a soundless, endless scream, toes curling. Sound of tearing sheets reached him, the fabric she held in a dead grip ripping apart."So hot." Daemonikai was beginning to realize how he loved pushing her limits. She was so sexy when overwhelmed, when trying to handle everything he gave her.He kept moving against her clamping muscles and

Emeriel stiffened. Her insides turned cold. "No."King Daemonikai shifted, pulling her closer as he settled on his side. More aftershocks of pleasure rocked her with his movement, and she whimpered. So full. "I almost killed you when I rose from that brief sleep," he said in that deep, soothing tone behind her. "I thought it might be possible, so I left the bed. But it obviously was of no use. If it happens again, I might actually kill you, Galilea."I don't mind. The words caught in her throat as Emeriel's belly dropped. Oh, she had it bad. So bad that she genuinely did not care if he killed her, as long as it was him here, spending this heat with her."I don't want another male, Your Grace." The mere thought was like a thousand needles dancing across her skin."Leah…"Emeriel, Your Grace. Her middle name had never sounded so good coming from anyone, but she wished she could hear him call her by the name she really answered to. Emeriel."I can't bear another's touch," she croaked. E

At the fortress, he passed through the familiar intersection and was almost at Blackstone when he heard a familiar voice."Lord Vladya?"Vladya did not turn. "Not now, Ottai.""Yes, now," his friend insisted, his voice firm. " And if you do not grant me your time, I shall follow you all the way to Blackstone. And mark my words, I shall plague you until you give in."Vladya stopped with a resigned sigh."Figured as much. Everyone, leave," Ottai ordered. Within seconds, the meeting of paths was deserted, except for the two of them."It is the madness, is it not? It creeps closer. Tell me what troubles you, Vlad."Vladya met his gaze. "Nothing.""You know better than to lie to me," Ottai hissed, stepping closer, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "You vanished for days, now you return with bloodshot eyes, as if you haven't slept in weeks.""Fine. It's the madness. I lost track of time. Zoned out for days." He stated bluntly. "What are you going to do about it?"Ottai paled, his anger replac

"Yes, yes. Get inside me. Now, please. Fill me up. Give me your seed. Your kn-knot. I want it." She was delirious with the heat, all inhibitions forgotten.Somehow, hearing that usually shy, hesitant mouth spout all those entreaties pleased him on a primal level. She wanted him, his dick, enough to beg for it.Kissing her cute little pointed nose, he lined himself up, his manhood brushing against her soft folds. Taking hold of her leg, he raised it, adjusting her the way he desired."Now. I want it now," she cried, her head shaking side to side, her black mane fanning out around her like a dark, silken blanket. Her eyes were closed, her face, a picture of raw hunger. "Give me now. I want it so much. So much."He plunged inside her, cursing as her body closed around him like a drooling, warm glove."Yesssss," Her eyes closed in pleasure, nails digging into his skin. "Thank you so much."Galilea's body welcomed him in a way that made his head spin, hugging his manhood like it wished to

AEKERIAWhen she heard his voice—a sound so deeply familiar and comforting—Aekeira could not suppress the surge of emotions that flooded her, hearing his voice. Her heart raced, and butterflies erupted in her stomach, a tumult of excitement and relief crushing her.She rushed toward him. "Your Highness.” Her hands fluttered over him—touching his chest, belly, and shoulders in a flurry of worried motions. “Are you alright, my lord? Are you hurt? Did something happen?" Aekeira scanned him for any sign of injury.Then, she froze, her hands stilling on his body.What in Tartarus had possessed her to touch him in such a manner without his permission? And in public, no less.His body stiffened under her touch.Aekiera's hand recoiled as if burned, her eyes darting around in sudden panic. The expressions on the faces surrounding them—slave masters, Urekai maids, and human slaves alike—ranged from shock to outright horror. Even slave master Tyke, with his usually sneering face, stared at her