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

Chapter 14: "I can't take this anymore!" he thought, desperation clawing at him.

Shifting onto his back, Emeriel spread his legs and pressed a finger firmly against the swollen, throbbing nub between his legs. A spark of pleasure tingled down his spine, catching him off guard.

"Oh? Interesting," he murmured, his voice trembling.

He repeated the motion, crying out as the pleasure intensified. Soon, Emeriel was rubbing his oversensitive clit, unable to stifle his moans as his back arched off the bed. He explored his body, listening to its responses, repeating every touch that brought him relief. Before long, an orgasm washed over him, momentarily drowning out the pain. "Yes, so good. So good," he whispered, his body finally relaxing.

The pain dulled, and for the first time since he had left the forbidden chamber, his foggy mind began to clear slightly.

"What will I do about Amie?" he wondered, his thoughts now turning to the consequences of her discovery.

Emeriel rose and cleaned himself up as best he could. The basin was empty, and he needed to wash. Grimacing, he put on his soiled clothes, then hoisted the sturdy wooden bucket with a firm grip and headed out, his mind still racing with uncertainty.

Emeriel stepped out of the chamber to find the well.

The night air was alive, far from the hush of silence one might expect. The harsh commands of the slave masters punctuated the darkness, their relentless pursuit of productivity never ceasing, even under the cloak of night.

They drove their slaves mercilessly, the sound of clanking chains mingling with the distant, sorrowful groans echoing in the air.

Navigating with cautious steps, Emeriel found the hidden route that descended into the bowels of the compound, leading to the backyard. There, he filled the bucket with water.

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But, upon re-entering the fortress and the chambers, it dawned on Emeriel.

Aekeira's voice. It was gone.

Panic gripped his heart. Could my sister be dead?

I need to clean up quickly and go to her!

But as Emeriel reached for the wooden bucket, that all-too-familiar hotness stirred in his lower belly again. "What!?" he shrieked. "No, no, no, not again!"

In a matter of seconds, a fresh wave of spasms crashed through him.

He doubled over in sheer pain. Though he did everything within his power to distract himself from the agony, nothing worked.

Abandoning his bucket, he pulled an old, dust-coated book with shaky hands from the drawer of the chamber's solitary table, hoping to lose himself in its pages. Yet, the effort proved vain.

Tension knotted in his stomach. The discomfort made it impossible for him to focus.

One particular thought clawed at him. One that had no business disturbing him but refused to let go.

Which of these Urekai I've met could be the beast from my dreams?

Is he real?

Yes, they were all large and intimidating, but deep down, Emeriel knew none of the ones he'd met matched the presence he felt in those vivid nightmares. Lord Vladya came close, but it wasn't him.

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