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

Chapter 278: "So hot." Daemonikai began to realize how much he loved pushing her limits. She was so sexy when overwhelmed, when she tried to handle everything he gave her.

He kept moving against her clamping muscles and quivering flesh, drawing out her climax. Her shaking legs turned to liquid, and she fell forward. Daemonikai followed, covering her with his body, pounding her into the sheets. Her stiff posture finally broke as she sobbed, her eyes squeezing shut.

He collapsed onto her, pressing her body into the bed, rolling to the side and taking her with him, spooning her, still deeply buried in her.

"It's not over yet, pretty one," he murmured, his hand caressing her cheek tenderly. "You still need to take my knot," he said, swelling inside her from the base of his dick. Her eyes snapped open, panic flickering through them. "It-it's big."

"It will only grow bigger. Have you never taken a knot?" Wait. Daemonikai frowned. "Is this your first full heat?" She hesitated, then gave a small nod.

A thrill shot through him. He was her first full heat. Her first knot. Primal satisfaction swelled within him. The knowledge calmed him on a level he refused to examine. She was tensed, struggling to take his growing knot. Daemonikai's instincts softened. His protective, gentle side stirred to life.

"Try to relax, little one."

"Big," she gasped again, scared. Her canal squeezed around him, instinctively trying to push him out. "I can't, please…"

His arms tightened around her waist, anchoring her firmly against him as he leaned closer.

"You can, and you will. You know you want this."

"I do, but-"

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"Then take it." He ground his enlarging knot against her oversensitive body. She released a sharp cry, shuddering with aftershocks.

"Let me in, Galilea. Now."

Just like that, her resistance melted away, muscles loosening in surrender. She sobbed as the rest of his knot expanded, locking them together.

"Good girl." He caught a tear that escaped her eye, brushing his lips against her throat. "Such a good girl."

EMERIEL

Emeriel was overwhelmed. Hypersensitive. So very full. King Daemonikai had claimed her body, flooding her with torrent after torrent of pleasure. He left her breathless, wondering just how much more she could withstand.

The agony of heat had lifted after the multiple orgasms he had drawn from her. Now, finally knotted, calmness settled in her core. The once searing pain softened to a mere hum, a dull ache pulsating quietly just beneath the skin. For now, it was satiated, lying in wait like a dormant storm.

Emeriel felt better than she had throughout the entire day. This night had begun as though it would be her last; she'd been sure she wouldn't survive the pain. She used to think she didn't have a high tolerance for pain, but after everything she had been through in life, she'd gotten somewhat better at enduring it. Yet nothing, absolutely nothing, she had ever felt could have prepared her for the agony of full heat.

"Are you alright, little one?"

Grand King Daemonikai. With the fog cleared now, Emeriel felt staggering relief knowing it was indeed him, not just any male. So much relief that it nearly brought her to tears.

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