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

Chapter 512: "Ooooh…" She arched off the bed, her entire body beginning to shake.

He speared her opening, plunging his tongue deep inside.

"My gods, my gods," she panted.

He spread the forked parts of his tongue, the four splinters licking and teasing every inch of her sensitive walls, applying harsh pressure to all her most delicate spots. "Daemon…!" she wailed, attempting to bring her quaking thighs together to protect herself from the assault. "Please, wait…!"

But he held her firmly, not giving an inch, spreading her legs even wider, eagle-wide, as his tongue worked her insides mercilessly. Every flick, every stroke was meant to drive her higher.

"You're going to drive me insane-Daemon!" she shrieked, her hand flying to his hair, pushing him away, only to pull him back again.

His woman was indecisive now, unsure whether she wanted more of the pleasure or to escape from it.

That's for you to figure out, sweet thing. As for me…

He kept thrusting his tongue inside her, bombarding her with more sensations. Her juices flowed nonstop, and he drank them all with the greed of a starving male, completely lost in paradise.

"Oh my gods," the hiss escaped her lips, followed by a string of unintelligible words and open-mouthed, erratic pants that pulsed from the very core of her being.

By the stars above, she was already on the brink of release.

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For a moment, he debated whether to stop. He wasn't ready for her to finish yet, not when he was enjoying this twelve-course meal before him.

Maybe he could spend the rest of the night this way, teasing her, savoring her until the rise of dawn.

"Don't s-stop," she pleaded in a hushed, almost ashamed whisper.

It was the sweetest, most forbidden surrender.

"Please, don't s-stop, Daemon," she cried.

I thought you would never ask, Beloved.

And so, he gave it to her. His tongue plunging in and out, faster, deeper, as his thumb circled her clit, rubbing her into a frenzy.

"Ohhh-" she froze for a single, breathless second. Then shattered with a scream.

Daemonikai groaned as sweet flavor flooded his tongue, his reward for a job well executed. Fuck, she was hot.

His dick was so hard that he humped the sheets to alleviate the ache, as she splintered into a million pieces in his arms, her thighs tightly hugging his neck.

"Please, puuleease…!" she whined, heaving for air.

Finally, he eased the pressure, his lips turning soothing as he pressed gentle kisses to her sensitive pussy, calming the tremors wracking her body.

His fingers trailed softly along her thighs, patting her down, coaxing her body to relax.

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