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

Chapter 309: Like now, he was moving above her, stroking her womanhood to release the heat, massaging her pleasure centers, fucking her hungry channel and womb.

Languidly, Emeriel glanced down at her noticeably swollen belly, filled to the brim with his sperm.

Her Beloved was particular about keeping his release inside her, ensuring none of his seed flowed out. Often, he would hold her legs up, locking them in place, growling as he scooped any that dripped out back inside her. It was instinctual from his rut, but it always made Emeriel hot.

"Damn," King Daemonikai growled, thrusting in, stroking deep. Loud, shameless moans escaped Emeriel's throat as she basked in the profound pleasure. So indescribable. Half of him was inside her cervix, so sensitive she felt every glide. Emeriel had never imagined it could feel this good, this incredible, to be joined like this with another. Witnessing Keira being sexually abused many times, she had never imagined it could actually feel like this.

With the beast, there had always been pain to accompany the pleasure. Never the raw, pure euphoria she had felt these past few days. It surpassed any expectations.

Her thoughts blanked as her climax crashed through her, and she cried out, quivering under yet another peak of ecstasy. He continued stroking, plunging, taking her through the deep waves of her release. Only after it passed did he slow his thrusts, eventually pulling out and coaxing her to turn over.

Emeriel lay on her belly, resting her cheek against the cool, fresh sheet, feeling her beloved's body align perfectly with hers from head to toe. His weight pressed down on her, knocking the breath from her lungs, yet she found the heaviness strangely comforting.

Shifting, he raised his torso slightly. Using his legs, he gathered hers together, holding them firmly closed. Emeriel felt his hands on her, parting her cheeks, before three fingers plunged into her anal region.

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Whimpering, she buried her face in the sheets, bracing herself. Worried, yet waiting.

"Do not be afraid, little one," the grand king murmured. "Outside of your heat, I would never seek to mount you here without your express permission. I am well aware of my size and how untouched you are there; it would be painful."

His fingers gently prodded, exploring deeper, sending hot fires cascading through her. "But now, during your heat, your body is not only ready but craving this. Your heat demands it, making lubricant for you, pleading for your male to come home… here. To claim your every opening, leaving nowhere untouched. To coat his semen in here and mark you."

Emeriel sobbed. Three fingers felt like ten, her pleasure magnified. He prepared her meticulously, prodding and stroking, pushing her to the brink of insanity. Trembling…

Uncontrollably beneath him, Emeriel was feverish with ecstasy. It was too intense. She craved more.

"Take me, please," her desperate plea was muffled by the sheet.

She tried to wiggle, but he leaned forward, his weight holding her still. He continued to prepare her, slowly adding more fingers, stretching and teasing, until more cries escaped her parched throat. The crescendo built, and Emeriel teetered on the edge of yet another orgasm.

Only then did he withdraw his fingers. His familiar hardness poised at her entrance, letting out a drawn-out moan at the sheer pleasure as he thrust home, burying all of him inside at once.

Feeling him there was strange, yet pleasant. Stuffed to the brim.

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