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

Chapter 310: Withdrawing, he plunged in again.

"Yesssss," she panted, "More."

In short, hard thrusts, King Daemonikai owned her in a way she'd never thought possible. It was almost too much; every nerve ending was alight with ecstatic bliss.

Her core throbbed, flowing with so much liquid that Emeriel began to think she might be a nymph. Only a sea nymph would gush this much liquid, right? Apparently, even sirens… The grand king established a rhythm that had her making incoherent, unintelligible noises and singing like a canary. Loud cries and prolonged moans reverberated through the air, mixing with the filthy slap of skin against skin.

In a distant part of her mind, Emeriel knew she should have felt ashamed. She was a lady, yet here she was, moaning like a seasoned whore. Begging for more of his sweet member. Begging him to ravish her until she was lost in the heavens. This behavior defied every standard of etiquette. It was utterly unladylike.

Yet, shame was the furthest thing from her mind as she screamed at the top of her voice.

The full heat truly did act as a protective cloak, shielding her from shyness and shame while unleashing the most wanton part of her. It felt right to want him this way… unabashed. Uninhibited.

Emeriel was exactly where she belonged, right under this male. Her Alpha. Her "I know, young princess," he murmured, and she felt a kiss on her nape. "I know."

Oh god. So good. Too much. Good, good, good…!

Another orgasm tore through her, so cataclysmic that Emeriel could no longer discern where one sensation ended and another began. Her voice rose to a hoarse shout, escalating into a scream so loud it shook the walls.

He plundered her into the bed, each thrust delivering overwhelming bliss. Emeriel soared through the skies and swam in the deepest seas, her body twisting and jerking uncontrollably.

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"You're doing so well, princess," he praised, brushing the strands of hair from her sweat-dampened face. His face was so close to hers, exposing her entire expression to his watchful eyes. "Such a pretty little slut for my dick, aren't you, princess?"

The king drove into her like an animal. Like the beast his kind truly was, shoving her into yet another orgasm while she was still in the throes of the last one. Emeriel could only sob helplessly, clenching the sheets so hard her knuckles whitened, taking it all, unable to hide how much she was enjoying it from his probing eyes. The flood became too hot, the air too thin.

And when she finally came down, Emeriel struggled to draw breath into her lungs, nearly dead to the world. Her body turned to liquid, melting into the sheets as he used her like a mere vessel for his pleasure. Like an outlet for his release.

Tonight was their last night together.

Tomorrow, her heat would abate, and the harsh realities of the world would return.

Hot, distressing tears spilled from Emeriel's eyes.

"Don't stop," she cried despite her exhaustion. Despite her sated body and shaky legs, she whispered, "Take what you need."

And he did just that, capturing her lips in a deep, soul-searing kiss that left her emotions even more raw than before. Oh heavens, let this night last forever.

As dawn painted the sky with its first delicate strokes of light through the curtain, Emeriel lay enveloped in the warm, solid cocoon of her beloved's body.

His knot had deflated, but his manhood was still buried deep inside her virginal core. Though Emeriel could barely feel any part of her body, she didn't try to withdraw. Instead, she turned her head to watch him sleep.

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