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

Chapter 291: "'Tis too much. Too much," she cried. "Oh, by the stars."

A long hiss followed the spasms of pleasure as he continued to massage her most sensitive area with his thrusts. Damn, the girl felt too good. Every instinct told him to keep pushing-deep and hard. He wanted to ravage her, to keep her screaming from one wave of blind ecstasy to the next.

But he ceased his thrusts, knowing she was overwhelmed. Daemonikai didn't want her to pass out on him-not yet, anyway.

Holding back his release, he savored the feel of her, groaning as he rolled his hips again, pleasure coursing through him like the drums of war. He growled, "You feel incredible." Her body clenched and unclenched around him, and Galilea seemed to be caught in a prolonged orgasm. He tried to hold out, but the tight suction around his head became too much, pushing the great king over the edge.

Throwing his head back, he let go with a deep groan that echoed through the cottage, his thrusts becoming unsteady. He didn't stop moving, pounding her overstimulated walls as his knot began to grow. Swelling from the base of his shaft, it expanded further with each thrust.

Her cries escalated into a loud, unladylike shout, which he found utterly sexy. Pleasure cascaded through him in powerful waves, each surge a potent force of pure sensation.

Cramming his knot inside her, her small body twisted and contorted beneath him as his seed shot directly into her womb-hot and plentiful, each spurt making him moan with satisfaction. Daemonikai couldn't remember ever feeling this good inside a female.

"Please," she cried, tears of harsh ecstasy mingling with the sweat glistening on her flushed cheeks. "Too much."

Daemonikai took pity on her and held still, making an effort not to press too hard against her sensitive glands. Finally, his knot enlarged fully, locking him inside her. Then, he collapsed against her, his body overwhelmed with raw pleasure.

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Inside, his beast emitted a low, contented purr of lazy satisfaction that vibrated through his chest.

Galilea's release waned, and she lay boneless beneath him, gasping for breath. She was half-dead to the world.

His usually solitary beast, always reluctant to engage, now purred for this girl, as mellow as a kitten. It reached out to the front walls of his chest, as if to caress her. Tenderly.

The emptiness that had always plagued him vanished. The raw, aching pain that lived deep in his heart was nowhere to be found. Wrapped inside her like this, Daemonikai felt a peace he hadn't known in a long, long time.

As he watched her fall into sleep, the world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of her body, the sound of her still erratic breathing, and her overpowering scent. His instincts clawed at him. The single word that disturbed him greatly formed in his mind again. Mine.

GRAND LORD VLADYA

"Your Highness," the healer packed his herbal bag, casting fleeting glances of concern at Vladya.

"What is it, Faiwick?" Vladya drank his tea casually, the bitter taste lingering on his tongue. "Your hesitation does not aid me, so you might as well speak plainly."

"Forgive me, my lord, but you must bloodfeed. True blood, not the meager portions obtained from mere feeders, but a real feeding from Lady Merrilyn. With the proper rituals from the Sacred Ways of Old."

"That is a little dramatic, don't you think?" Vladya arched an eyebrow.

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