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

Chapter 246: The boy beneath her was very wet. Clearly aroused, but there was no sign of an erection. It wasn't the boy's muscles or bones pressing against her chest, but tightly bound breasts.

The boy was actually a girl.

She stopped moving, her head clearing a little. Baffled, Alviara took a closer look at the pretty boy. His features were delicate and smooth, long lashes framing his almond-shaped eyes. There were subtle hints of femininity in his appearance.

It wasn't until this moment that she truly focused on the nuances of his musk. While arousal scents are inherently gendered, his possessed a delicate sweetness… a faint floral undertone that differed from the sharper, more aggressive scents of most males. It was faint, but she could discern it because she knew what to look for. King Daemonikai hit a particular sweet spot inside Alviara, sending waves of pleasure through her and making her cry out. Her thoughts jumbled and fizzled out as she became lost in the moment.

Alviara would contemplate this discovery later. But for now, all she could focus on was the potent sensation coursing through her body.

She rotated her hips in a circular motion, grinding her swollen nub against the boy's-the girl's.

A moan slipped from the boy's-girl's-lips, which the king swallowed as he continued to ravage them, thrusting them into the mattress.

Alviara lost herself in the moment, dancing to the tune of pleasure ignited within her body, even though she knew they had likely forgotten her presence. The way he kissed the human, his arms possessive on the girl's body, though baffling, was simply hot.

Reaching her climax, Alviara arched her body, crying out in ecstasy.

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King Daemonikai broke the kiss and buried his nose into the girl's neck, making loud sniffing noises. Letting out a frustrated growl, he sank a fang into her neck.

The girl came with a long, drawn-out moan.

Her body coiled tight as a shudder wracked her frame. The pretty human would have arched right off the bed if Alviara's weight had not been holding her down. Convulsing, her fingers gripped the sheets tightly.

"She's hot. Smoking hot."

No wonder the grand king's touch was greedy; he couldn't get enough.

Alviara was a healthy female who made her living through prostitution. Although she preferred men, she occasionally swung the other way, and right now, she nearly wished to kiss the climaxing girl, just to swallow some of the sexy cries she was making.

But Alviara did not have a death wish. Whatever was happening here was not meant for her to be a part of. Alviara could feel the girl's wetness seeping through her own clothing, mingling with hers.

A Syren, then. An average human would not gush that much.

King Daemonikai sipped from the human, and the girl's cries escalated to a high pitch, her face contorting with pleasure. Her eyes were closed as her body trembled uncontrollably.

As their ruler withdrew, a glistening trail of blood marked the path of his bite. His serpent-like tongue slithered over the wound, seamlessly sealing it as if it had never been breached.

His hips lost their steady rhythm. The grand king began to thrust wildly, pushing harder and faster as he approached his climax. His movements became frantic, driven. Alviara could not hold back her moans.

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