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

Chapter 649: Emeriel grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her hard.

"Of course you can! You are strong! You can overcome-"

The words died in Emeriel's throat as fire rose deep in her core, like scorching lava, burning and burning.

Snatching her hands away, Emeriel threw her head back as a loud wail of agony ripped from her throat. "Em, are you all right!?" Aekeira's voice was faint, distant, as though coming from another world.

"Hers is here too!" Madam Livia's muffled voice followed.

"Amie, come, help me move her!"

All Emeriel could hear clearly was the crackling of flames. Deep inside her belly, everything burned.

Her organs were flaming. Her womb scorching. Her womanhood seared with unbearable need.

Emeriel's nipples throbbed, painfully sensitive. Even the brush of fabric there sent sharp jolts of pain through her.

Tearing at her clothes, Emeriel was beyond desperate. Mindless.

Heedless.

The air was too thick.

Too hot. Really hot.

Suffocating her.

"Someone make it stop!" She let out another piercing scream.

"MAKE IT s-s-STOP!"

Two voices rose in the air in unison.

Twin wails of absolute suffering, emanating from the very depths of their souls.

Echoing off the walls, piercing the hearts of all who heard it.

"MAKE IT STOP!!!"

Now in their half-shifts, Daemonikai and Vladya tore through the woods, breathing loudly, breathing deep. The night's air howled past them, a blur of dark trees and shifting shadows.

They were no strangers to long runs. Over the years, they had pushed their endurance to its limits, testing themselves against time and terrain. But this was different.

This time, their women were in danger.

They had been running without pause for hours, not even slowing to drink. Their bodies screamed for rest. Vision swam, limbs burned. Yet they could not stop.

"Let us cut through the Dark Woods-it's shorter," Daemonikai said, veering left.

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"Yes, but more dangerous," Vladya followed.

"Wild animals and ferals lurk there."

"We take what we must."

Plunging into the forest, the call of wolves rose in the night. By the time they reached the heart of the woods, Daemonikai smelled them and tensed. Ferals.

Beside him, Vladya tensed too. Slowing their pace, they readied themselves for battle.

A low growl slithered through the trees.

Flickers of movement.

Within seconds, ferals surrounded them. Their hungry, glowing yellow eyes peered from the undergrowth.

Beasts lunged.

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