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

Chapter 243: Alviara was the owner and manager of one of Urai's most renowned pleasure houses and had seen countless males over her thousands of years in business. They simply did not faze her anymore.

She loved sex, had built her life around it, but very few males impressed her anymore. The grand king was one of them.

"I was overjoyed to hear of your return, Your Grace," she purred, her tone professional and respectful. Alviara was many things, but foolish was not one of them. "Would you like me to undress now?"

"Undress and get on the bed," King Daemonikai instructed, his voice devoid of emotion. A beat of silence, then a command that sent a jolt through Alviara. "You may leave now." Huh?

Alviara's eyes darted, and that was when she noticed the figure seated on one of the plush chairs.

A small, delicate human boy with an aura of vulnerability. Very pretty, too.

The boy rose, dipping his head in a silent farewell before slipping out of the room. But not before Alviara caught a glimpse of his face and the look of hurt etched onto his delicate features.

Huh. A flicker of curiosity sparked in her eyes.

Alviara undressed with practiced grace, revealing her naked form to the grand king's gaze. His eyes swept over her with a detached disinterest that she didn't take personally. She looked great, and she knew it.

King Daemonikai simply had eyes for only one female, his grand queen. Alviara would never have shared their bed were it not for Queen Evielyn.

"You're here because I want to try something different. I have never had a threesome before, and I wish to know what that is like," the queen had confided over a thousand years ago, throwing hesitant glances at her bondmate, who had looked clearly disinterested but willing to indulge his queen.

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That had been Alviara's first night with the royal couple. Every few centuries, the queen would summon her, and she would join them in bed. It was never a big deal; Alviara was always up for it.

But the king had never summoned her personally… until now.

The call was nothing personal, though, Alviara knew that. The news of the maid who had gone into full heat had reached her ears.

For an unbonded male, especially one who had been mated for so long, it must have been challenging.

Alviara settled onto the bed, parting her thighs invitingly.

"All yours," she murmured, her voice a silken caress. But the grand king made no move to join her.

He remained rooted to the spot, his naked body a tantalizing display of beauty, masculinity, and raw power. She moaned as her eyes fell upon his impressive length. The king was a big male everywhere.

The sheer size of his hardness sent a jolt of desire through her body. Her core wet, throbbing with anticipation. Her senses alive with the promise of pleasure.

"Your Grace?" she coaxed, leaning forward and extending a hand towards him. "I know you are hungry. I can sate your hunger, you know I can. Take me."

His emerald eyes flickered towards her outstretched hand, but he made no move to accept it. Nor did he take a step closer.

Confusion clouded Alviara's features. Why was he hesitating?

The storm of lust in his eyes spoke of deep sexual hunger. His body was taut with barely suppressed desire, and he looked savage with want. So, why was he not taking what he so clearly wanted?

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