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

Chapter 302: Her blush deepened, spreading across her face like wildfire. "Please, I need your ma-manhood inside me."

"Then go ahead. Take it all in. Every inch of it."

Emeriel wasn't entirely sure about taking every inch, but her eagerness propelled her forward. Withdrawing her arms, she resumed her descent, letting out a soft, shuddering breath as she took him inside, inch by inch. Her inner walls stretched to accommodate his impressive girth, her hands splayed across his broad chest for balance. A louder moan escaped her lips as she felt him fill her completely.

"Yes. Take it like a good girl," he said, his voice deeper now, like distant thunder. So big. So full. Emeriel felt as though she were in heaven. But as he reached deeper, he hit a sensitive spot, and she stilled abruptly. A sharp thrill of pleasure shot through her as his tip pressed against her cervix-the entrance to her womb. The intensity of the sensation made her gasp, the ecstasy so poignant it was almost overwhelming. And yet, her male wasn't even halfway in.

"It has descended further. Your heat is at its peak," the king observed, his green eyes flooding with pure hunger. "You're so aroused, I bet you must be dripping from behind too."

Emeriel squeezed around him, her inner walls clenching and releasing as his words spiked her hunger even more. She was so wet she couldn't tell which of her openings was producing the moisture.

He shifted slightly, lifting himself. His hand ventured behind her, exploring a part of her that had remained untouched, his fingers brushing against the tight, puckered entrance.

"Hades, you are soaked," he growled, his voice filled with a deep hunger she had never heard before. His hand massaged the hole, rubbing and circling it gently in a rhythm that sent tingling sensations down her spine.

"So sloppy and loose. You are so hot," he said, his eyes devouring her whole. His body was no longer relaxed; it was tense, coiled with a restraint that hinted at the fierce control he was maintaining.

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"Take more of me, darling. Take it into that tiny little hole of yours. I want to feel every wrap, every muscle, as I fuck into your womb and coat the deepest part of you with so much cum your belly swells up."

Emeriel fell over the edge. His graphic, filthy words, combined with the deep penetration caressing her cervix and his hand massaging her forbidden region, sent her spiraling into an overwhelming climax. A throaty moan escaped her lips, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her internal muscles clenched tightly around him, provoking a deep groan from him.

As the intensity of her climax subsided, Emeriel felt the strain of her prolonged position. Her thighs ached, and her muscles trembled with the effort of maintaining her hover. As she began to lift away, strong arms encircled her waist, halting her retreat.

"We are just getting started. Down, young princess. Sit on it," he commanded, his voice a low drawl.

Emeriel's breath was shallow, her cheeks burning with a rosy flush. Gingerly, she lowered herself again, taking him into her quivering body. The king went deeper, nudging her until she felt pressure against her cervix. He gave a firm thrust, drawing a soft mewl from her as he opened her up. His arms held her waist, urging her down, burying himself deep in that small, fluttering, sacred place.

Emeriel's eyes watered at how good it felt. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her fingers clutching at his bulging chest, seeking something stable to hold onto against the overwhelming sensation.

"It feels… it feels…" Good. Great. Intense. Amazing.

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