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

Chapter 518: He shook his head, apologetic. "You were in heat, it's not the same." Eyes searching hers, he pushed forward.

Or tried to.

Emeriel felt the pressure of his length nudging against her. Once. Twice. But each attempt brought a growing burn, a building discomfort.

"You are… shit," he groaned, dropping his forehead against her shoulder. "So fucking tight." He pressed again, and this time, she couldn't hold back a cry.

"Did you get… bigger?" she gasped.

"No, Beloved, you got way smaller." He kissed her shoulder. Lifting himself a bit, he bore down again. "It's okay. We will make it fit. I want to be inside you so bad."

She squeezed her eyes shut as he pressed further, the pleasure ebbing while the ache between her legs grew sharper. She bit her lip hard, trying to muffle her sounds of pain.

But his fingers touched her lips, separating them. "Don't hurt yourself, dearling."

As he gave a firmer push, a bit more of him slid inside, making her wince. Her face contorted, and the corners of her eyes watered. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice full of guilt, his hand soothing her trembling form.

"Do it once," she breathed. "All at once. No stopping halfway."

"It's better than suffering the slow, gradual pain. Best to rip off the wound bindings."

He hesitated, his expression torn. Then he gave a curt nod, his jaw tightening.

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Taking both her hands in his, he lifted them above her head, intertwining their fingers.

Emeriel glanced up at him, dread and anticipation swirling in her chest as she braced herself as best she could.

"I'm sorry. And don't worry, after this part, I'm going to give you so much pleasure, you will properly lose consciousness a few times," he whispered. "Tonight, Riel, I'm going to reach the deepest part of you, where courting and talking never did."

Then, Daemonikai bore down hard, breaking through her body's barrier, burying himself to the hilt.

MISTRESS SINAI

She paced the cramped dungeon, her footsteps stomping from one edge of the space to the other. She was losing her mind.

While the rest of the world slept, Sinai was trapped here, only her thoughts for company.

When she was first thrown into this wretched prison, fear was all she felt.

Every moment, she had braced herself for Daemonikai's arrival, dreading it, counting the seconds until the inevitable confrontation. Thinking of all the ways she would lie her way through his anger, disappointment, and punishments.

But as the days stretched into a week, Sinai realized there was something far more terrifying than Daemonikai's wrath. His silence. Not a single visit. Not a word sent. Not even the faintest trace of acknowledgment.

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