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

Chapter 372: "I do not understand."

"I want to possess her." Vladya's eyes darkened. "I want to kill any male who has ever seen her smile, Urekai or human, because I want her to smile for me and only me. To tie her up in my room so she exists for me alone. To bury my cock so deep in her for days on end, she becomes useless to society, functioning only for me. I want to bury my fangs in her neck and mark her thoroughly so all she sees, all she hears, and all she knows, is me."

"That's… a bit too much information," Daemonikai winced, scrunching his face.

"There's nothing 'lovey' about my feelings for Aekeira, trust me," Vladya grumbled, looking away. "That was intense. Even your voice changed… your whole demeanor." Wonder lit in Daemonikai's eyes, and he cocked his head to study Vladya better. "There's definitely something there. I'd like to believe it's your lost soul and you teetering on madness, feeding you those thoughts."

"And how long are we supposed to milk that cow?" Vladya snapped, frustrated. "Not everything is caused by my deteriorating mind or soullessness. Aekeira is not Syren, Daemon. I have been intimate with her more than once. There is not the slightest sign of it." His jaw tightened. "My semen burns her."

Daemonikai grimaced. "Okay, you might have a point."

"I know I do." He let out a breath. "Do you know how I survived countless failed bondings and still managed to hold out for centuries?" Vladya smiled, but it felt strained, too heavy on his face. "I learned to stop hoping. Stop living in delusions and face reality. It's the expectation that kills you, not the outcome."

Daemonikai's hand came to rest on Vladya's shoulder. "So you will simply let Aekeira go then?"

Vladya shrugged.

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Daemonikai's lips thinned. "You think I don't see how much this girl helps you keep it together? She fills a need, Vladya. And as obsessed as I am with your recovery, don't think for a second that I wouldn't make sure she remains here."

Vladya arched an eyebrow and snorted. "Oh, look who it is! The hypocrite himself."

"You little shit."

"Don't think I don't see it either. Emeriel calms you. She soothes your soul and takes away your pain and grief," Vladya retorted bluntly. "I watched the two of you for months while you were still feral. Don't act like I don't know what she does for you. If you had all your memories, you would understand exactly what I mean."

Vladya paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And as obsessed as I am with your recovery, don't think I wouldn't fight to make sure she stays for you."

Daemonikai glared at him, hearing his own words parroted back.

"Either they both go, or they both stay," Vladya clucked his tongue. "Besides, it's cruel to separate them. You have never seen them together, so you wouldn't understand, but I have. It would break their hearts."

"Fine. Aekeira goes with her." Daemonikai let out a long, deep breath, resigned. He took a step back. "I hope you do not regret this."

Vladya rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. "Look who it is, Pot. It's your dear friend, Kettle, again."

"Save your snark for the likes of Zaiper, not me," Daemonikai shot back, slapping the back of his head.

"You're just old, ancient one." Vladya smiled broadly, revealing all his teeth. "Humor goes right over your head, my friend."

Daemonikai only shook his head as Vladya turned and whistled a cheerful tune, leaving the room.

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