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

Chapter 62: His face scrunched up, and he promptly returned the empty wooden cup.

"Get some rest. I know you must be tired. I will inform your slave master that you have been relieved of your duties for the rest of the day."

Emeriel's eyes widened with surprise. "Are you allowed to do that?" he asked in disbelief. Slaves being whipped was normal. He had never expected to receive any respite from his duties.

"Do not worry about it. Simply get some rest," Madam Livia offered no further explanation. Grateful for her kindness, Emeriel thanked her. With a sigh of relief, he allowed his head to rest on the pillow and closed his eyes.

A thought suddenly struck him, causing his eyes to snap open. "I have been meaning to ask you for something," he hesitated, feeling his cheeks grow warm.

"Okay, what is it?"

"I need some of those pills that can prevent pregnancy." Emeriel's words rushed out in a flurry. "The beast… um… You remember what happened that night. I need to make sure I do not… um… conceive from it or anything."

His request was met with shocked silence. The bedchamber was filled with uncomfortable stillness. Then, Madam Livia's astonishment transformed into laughter-genuine and full-blown.

It was the first time Emeriel had ever heard the head maid laugh, and the crinkles around her eyes made her appear more beautiful and youthful. "What's so funny?" Emeriel asked, perplexed.

"Oh, Emeriel. I apologize for the laughter," Madam Livia finally spoke, trying to compose herself. "First of all, their beast form cannot impregnate a female. You need to take a knot in order to conceive, and they can only knot in their male or hybrid forms."

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"Moreover, Urekai rarely give birth." The older woman wiped the tears from her eyes. "It is rather legendary how their species has fertility issues. Couples often take an average of twenty to forty years or more to have children. Many of them try for children for over a hundred years."

Oh. Emeriel found the revelation… rather sad. It explained a lot.

Most of these men had lived for two thousand years, and yet they either had no children or only a few.

"So, my dear, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Plus, you were not even in full heat, and he ejaculated outside your womb. There is zero chance of you conceiving." She paused, still amused. "However, if it makes you feel better, I will give you the pills after your first full heat sex. Is that okay?"

At this point, there was truly no need for the pills, but Emeriel nodded nonetheless. "Thank you, Madam Livia."

A few minutes later, Emeriel was alone. And sleepy. The conversation about that night had triggered memories that stirred within him.

The sensation of the beast's rough edges pinning him down, the cruel thrusts of his organ plunging in and out of his trembling channel as if the creature had every right to claim him. Take him. Own him.

Moisture pooled between his legs. His nipples stiffened, and his body warmed. Emeriel groaned, quickly squeezing his legs together.

What in the world is wrong with me? Why does my mind constantly dwell on a beast that caused me immense pain? Why am I so aroused?

It had been a week since Emeriel's whipping when he was reassigned to the tavern again as a cellar slave.

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