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

Chapter 304: Withdrawing his finger, Emeriel heard the soft command. "Open."

She lifted her head, her face even more aflame as she saw the glistening finger he held to her lips. Surely, he didn't mean…

But he did. The king's green eyes, masked with desire, held silent purpose. Emeriel didn't think she could blush harder than she already was, but her face and neck grew even hotter. Heart racing, her lips parted to accept the finger.

Surprisingly, sweet, clear liquid burst across her taste buds. Moaning loudly, she licked his finger eagerly, chasing more of that flavor. King Daemonikai pulled his finger out, moving it behind her again. "Ohh," she wheezed as two fingers plunged into her. Repeatedly, they matched the rhythm of his powerful thrusts into her virginal canal. Words failed her. If Emeriel had felt full before, she couldn't even begin to describe what she felt now. Tremors rocked her sweaty body. Her muscles clamped down, locking tight for a few seconds before she shattered into a million pieces.

Emeriel screamed, the release shaking her very soul, rocking her entire being. It captured her heart and soul in its grip. King Daemonikai kept moving, and she heard a loud groan as his manhood expanded. He filled her completely as his knot grew, pressing and mashing against every nerve ending inside her until stars exploded behind her eyes. Without coming down from the first orgasm, she was thrown into another.

Yelling as it crashed through her, her fingers dug into her beloved's skin. "Oh…!" Emeriel's brain shut down, her entire world narrowing to the sensations threatening to overwhelm her.

"You're doing good, my slutty little princess. Taking me so well. Fuck, look at you…" The king's hand ran soothingly down her back, but Emeriel could barely feel it amidst the assault on her senses.

As he released warm ropes of seed directly into her womb, triggering another powerful release, Emeriel must have lost her mind for a while. When awareness returned, his knot had already locked them together. He was leaning against the chair while she slumped over him, their breath coming in heavy gasps. Her body still jerked from the aftershocks, so hypersensitive that even the air brushing against her seemed too much. Her own release had created a river on his thighs. She hoped he wouldn't move; Emeriel wasn't sure how much more she could take.

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And yet, he did. His hips rocked repeatedly, his knot tugging and gliding against her hypersensitive, overstimulated walls, producing feelings like mini-orgasms that wouldn't stop.

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