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

Chapter 15: Who was it?

He dragged a hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh.

"What nonsense am I even thinking?" Emeriel's thoughts raced, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and desperation. Restlessly, he shifted his position, pressing his legs together in a vain attempt to ease the relentless ache. But the more he tried, the worse it became. Nothing seemed to work!

If only the Urekai from his dreams were here. Would he be able to quench this fire burning within Emeriel's most intimate parts? The memory of that deep, commanding voice echoed in his mind: "You are mine. Meant to be on your knees for me. On your back. To be füqked so hard your legs quake. Drill into you until your holes are open, gaping for me. You were meant to beg for my dick all the time.

Only mine." An orgasm tore through him, ripping a broken cry from his lips as his entire body shook uncontrollably. Moments later, Emeriel found himself sprawled naked on the floor, his fingers vigorously rubbing his sensitive clit. Even his chest-binds lay discarded, forgotten in his desperation. He had lost count of how many orgasms he had experienced, yet true relief remained elusive.

Each time, the brief respite was fleeting, and the relentless agony returned with a vengeance. The pleasure, once intense, now dulled with each wave, while the pain grew more profound, sharper than before. He didn't know how much longer he could endure this torment. His arm ached from the constant rubbing, and his clit burned, raw and red from the unending abuse.

Sweat and tears mingled as he lay helpless on the floor, his body consumed by excruciating pain. Emeriel wouldn't wish this agony upon his worst enemy. When the door swung open and two figures entered, he had to blink repeatedly to clear his blurry vision enough to discern them.

"Oh, she's in an even worse state than before! I told you, Madam Livia," Amie's voice echoed faintly as she drew nearer.

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"By the gods…" Madam Livia's shocked voice followed, her hand flying to cover her mouth. "He's truly a woman."

"I told you so, Madam," Amie replied, bending down to hover over Emeriel. "Are you alright, Princess Emeriel?"

"N-no!" Emeriel wanted to shout, but his voice came out as a feeble whisper, filled with exhaustion. "D-don't call me that."

"How long has she been like this?" Madam Livia asked, her eyes wide with concern as she approached cautiously to observe him.

"I don't know, Madam Livia. I found her like this and rushed out to find you. Do you know what's afflicting him?" The servant's voice was tinged with urgency, and Emeriel's eyes flickered with hope as he looked expectantly at Livia.

"I'm not certain yet," the head maid replied. "Amie, help me. Let's move her to the bed."

The young girl hurried to comply. Together, they shifted Emeriel's weakened form back onto the bed, though he scarcely felt the coolness of the mattress against his back. His relentless self-stimulation continued, his body trembling as his womanhood convulsed, slick with moisture.

Another orgasm wracked his body, and Emeriel cried out, overwhelmed by the bewildering mix of pain and pleasure coursing through him. When the episode finally passed, he was left only partially conscious, his breaths shallow and uneven.

Madam Livia gazed at the girl lying on the bed, carefully assessing her condition. At sixty-four years old, having served as a guardian to countless Urekai maids and overseen the training of numerous human slaves, there weren't many things that could truly surprise her anymore. However, this situation left her astonished-speechless, even.

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