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

Chapter 651: "She has also been on suppressants for longer than anyone should ever. This could be a mini heat coming on too strong." Livia crouched beside Emeriel.

"Hey, Princess…"

Her head snapped toward Livia, glazed eyes begging.

"Make it stop…" Trembling, her breath came in loud gasps. "Please, Beloved… make it stop. I'm on fire."

"He will be here soon," Livia said, though she had no way of knowing if that was true. Signaling Amie to move behind Emeriel and hold her arms, she added, "Stay still for me, alright?"

She nodded weakly, tears streaming down her face.

"Will you make it stop?"

"Yes, I will."

"Okay, okay…" Her body trembled as she forced herself to remain still.

Livia parted Emeriel's legs and worked two fingers inside that tight, slippery space. A choked gasp replaced the small pained sounds, her back arching violently as she orgasmed, her mouth falling open in a silent cry. Livia was going to feel for swellings-any sign that her womb would descend, marking this as a full heat. But the sudden orgasm told her everything she needed to know. This was a mini heat.

Releasing a slow breath of relief, she withdrew her fingers. If it had been a full heat, just like her sister, Emeriel would not tolerate touch.

"More…" Emeriel's wrecked voice pleaded.

"Oh, please-more."

Livia hesitated. In the past, when Emeriel had lived as a boy, Livia had never thought twice about relieving the princess's pain whenever the heat waves came. But things were different now. She belonged to the Grand King.

As much as she wanted to help Emeriel, the last thing she needed was King Daemonikai storming into this chamber, half-mad with need, scenting his woman, and tearing her head from her shoulders.

A wrenching sob snapped Livia from her thoughts.

"Oh… it's coming, it's…" Emeriel's words dissolved into a heart-wrenching scream. Her body arched, every muscle locking tight, toes curling against the floor. There was no way she wasn't suffering from cramps as well.

"Please, help her, Madame!" Amie shouted frantically, her thin arms straining to keep the thrashing princess in place.

A heavy thud sounded as someone fell. Livia's head whipped toward the bed.

"We did it," Amie panted, releasing her grip and wiping sweat from her brow.

Livia exhaled, steadying herself. Rising, she patted Amie's shoulder.

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"You did well."

The girl beamed at the praise.

Crossing the room to where Aekeira lay crumpled on the floor, they looked at her.

The cries coming from her were small and pitiful, her body shaking uncontrollably. Near her, a dark stain marred the floor where she had retched. The girl had gone into heatstroke.

"Oh… poor Princess Aekeira," Amie said with sorrow.

"I wish we could help her too."

"We cannot." The regret in Livia's voice was heavy.

"She is in full heat, her body is rejecting touch."

She crouched beside the trembling princess, her voice gentle.

"Little one, can you hear me?" Aekeira barely stirred.

Livia reached out, brushing the lightest touch against her leg. The reaction was immediate-Aekeira flinched violently, letting out a sharp whine of pain as she recoiled from the contact.

Livia shook her head.

"We can do nothing for her."

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