That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 126: Aekeira sobbed, attempting to move away from the burning sensation, but his grip on her waist tightened. "You're so wet," he rumbled. "You smell like sin. Why do you become so wet for me?"

Amidst the searing pain, Aekeira groaned, ashamed. She didn't know why. But in that moment, she was grateful the moisture eased his entry, making the invasion somewhat bearable.

Again, he didn't allow her time to adjust to his size before thrusting. She felt so full. Uncomfortable. While he emitted low groans of pleasure, she cried silently.

He took her hard, punishing her with each deep plunge, as if she were the sole cause of his sadness and anger toward the world. Aekeira could only hold on for dear life. When she was beginning to think she couldn't take it anymore, he came, spurting deep inside her. His semen burned, like pinpoints of flames spreading within her.

"Hot. It burns, please," she cried, her body trembling. "It would. You're not an Urekai female or a syren," he spoke, his voice slightly different as it brushed against her neck.

Aekeira turned her head and gasped. His fangs had descended, his gaze fixed on her neck.

"Your blood calls to me. Why?" Lord Vladya hissed, struggling to maintain control.

"I-I don't know, Your Highness. Please don't…" It was no secret that Urekai drank from humans to kill, draining them completely. "Please, don't kill me."

His body grew tense, his fangs grazing her neck.

For a moment, Aekeira feared he would actually end her life. His breathing quickened, and his grip on her shoulder tightened painfully. He seemed locked in a fierce internal battle.

Time dragged on, Aekeira's fear growing with each passing second.

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Then, with a grunt, he abruptly pulled away from her. He straightened his clothes, donned his robe, and walked out.

Aekeira remained there, hesitant, crying softly, unable to move her body for what seemed like an eternity.

EMERIEL

It had been three days, but Emeriel remained in the forbidden chambers, unable to leave. Whenever he tried, the beast would let out a warning growl. Emeriel had no understanding of what the beast wanted. It didn't try to mount him or drink his blood. It simply watched him with its piercing yellow eyes.

To pass the time, Emeriel found himself speaking aloud, even though he knew the beast couldn't understand him. It was a way to preserve his sanity; otherwise, he might go mad in this dark, silent room with only a mindless-somewhat mindless-creature for company.

His sister managed to visit a few times, though soldiers sometimes prevented her. Still, there were moments when she successfully bypassed them and stood before the metal gates.

As long as Emeriel didn't attempt to approach her, the beast remained quiet. But if Emeriel tried to rise, the beast would straighten and growl.

So Emeriel conversed with Aekeira from where he sat, often needing to convince his sister that he was fine. Aekeira was a worrywart, though Emeriel couldn't blame her.

During one of Aekeira's secret visits, she brought several books she had borrowed from the library to help him fight the boredom.

Feasts-plentiful feasts-arrived as Grand Lord Vladya ordered the soldiers to bring meals to the forbidden chambers more regularly. Once the soldiers dropped off the food by the metal gate, Emeriel would retrieve it and bring it inside. The beast would growl, its eyes tracking his movements. But when it realized Emeriel had no intention of leaving, it would calm down. Emeriel would consume a small portion of the food before offering the rest to the beast, which always accepted.

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