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

Chapter 170: He wasn't as rough as he had been in the past, and Aekeira couldn't fathom why. She didn't dwell on it. Her body felt full and strange. A sigh escaped her lips as he rocked into her.

"So good," he sounded wrecked, his grip tightening around her throat. "Why do you feel so damn good? I could stay inside you all week and not tire of you."

The lack of air was doing something to her, heightening the strange pleasure she was already experiencing, leaving her feeling lightheaded-in a good way.

Aekeira moaned. Time slipped away. She reveled in the weight of his body on top of hers, the intoxicating pleasure coursing through her. It was there, just below the surface, tingling and trickling through her. Maybe, just maybe, it might be better this time. Bearable.

But his movements ceased. Lifting one of her legs, Lord Vladya positioned it above her head, angling her hips before plunging deep once more.

He was deeper than ever before, each stroke sending shards of pain through her body. The pleasurable feeling slowly dissipated, replaced by a harsher, unpleasant sensation.

"Oh, please," Aekeira sobbed, her body writhing in discomfort. But there was no escape. The sensations washed over her like a tide, relentless and unyielding.

And with each powerful thrust, he bumped against her cervix, prodding it, causing sharp pain to sizzle through her body. The new position allowed for direct contact, and his phallus relentlessly surged in and out of her, repeatedly hitting the mouth of her womb. It was excruciating.

GRAND LORD VLADYA

Lord Vladya heard the sound of a girl screaming, but it felt distant, as if coming from afar. An overwhelming urge had taken hold of him, unlike anything he had ever felt before.

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The powerful need to enter the deepest part of her, meant for him. Her most sacred place. Vladya had never experienced anything quite like it. The need was irresistible. All instinctive.

He tried to fight it, but even he recognized a lost cause when he saw one.

His Urekai instincts had mistaken Aekeira for a syren-capable of full heat, capable of opening to accommodate his organ in her womb.

With each unsuccessful attempt to enter her deepest core, frustration coursed through Vladya. Why would his female deny him this way? Why would she not let him in!?

"Let. Me. In!" The words spilled from him in rage, his movements erratic, his thrusts vicious.

"I can't…!" Her screams pierced the night, high-pitched and agonizing. "Please, I can't!"

"You can, you do not want to," he snarled angrily.

"No, no, please, I really can't!" She sobbed, tears spilling, her head shaking from side to side. "I really can't, please. Have mercy, it hurts a lot."

Of course, she couldn't. Aekeira was not in full heat. She was no syren. She was not his.

So, what in the world was happening to him? Why wouldn't his body, his almost feral mind, take that freaking hint and stop?

Summoning all his willpower, Vladya managed to slow down his thrusts. His beast roared within him, fighting him to keep going and give them what they needed.

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