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

Chapter 656: "Ngh!" Emeriel yelped in pain, suddenly pushing at his chest, frantically shoving at him.

"Take it out! It burns-oh gods, it burns!" At the same time, her muscles slammed together, clamping down so tightly his entire body seized up.

Daemonikai barely held back a snarl of pain. He had no choice but to pull out.

Emeriel's shaky legs slammed shut, fresh tears leaking from her wide, terrified eyes. His stomach dropped like a stone.

Her body rejected me.

It was as if a dash of cold water had been poured over him. Like something inside him cracked open, bleeding.

Emeriel was in heat, aching, desperate, burning for relief, and yet… her body refused him.

"What is happening?" her shaky voice came, breathing heavily as she cried through the heatwave.

"Why does it feel this way? I need you inside me so much."

Daemonikai could not believe this. Could not accept it.

"Here. Let us try again." He grasped her knees, spreading them apart once more, leaning down to press a searing kiss to her lips.

She tasted of salt and fire, of need and pain. He swallowed her cries, feeling the shuddering tremor of her body, the tension gripping every inch of her.

Sliding his hand beneath her quivering thighs, he lifted her hips slightly, adjusting her against his aching length.

"Shhh," he murmured against her lips.

"Let me in, dearest. Let me help you."

He pushed in again.

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Emeriel sobbed into his mouth, wincing.

"Please… it really hurts…"

Daemonikai stiffened.

"Forgive me, dearest, but I have to get inside to soothe the fires of your heat." She cried harder.

His hands held her steady as he pressed forward, forcing her locked muscles to open for him.

And they did.

For a brief, incredible moment, he was inside her sweet body. But then, she tore her mouth away and screamed.

Her body snapped shut around him once more, her walls clenching so violently, strangling him, that his breath hitched in pain.

Then, just as quickly, her body shoved him out, locking him out. Again.

Emeriel's entire body convulsed as fresh waves of heat wracked her, her shaky legs coming together once more. But Daemonikai held her knees apart, his eyes narrowing as he examined her.

"Please, do not put it in again," she begged, quivering like a candle's flame in the wind, her head shaking frantically from side to side.

"Please, I beg of you."

Her entrance was… closed. Sealed shut. Like a clam protecting itself from invasion.

Daemonikai's breath came too fast, too unsteady. What is this?

Even on the night he took her virginity, she hadn't been this closed off. He had been able to get his tongue in, had fingered her. But now, even his tongue would not make it past the barrier her body had formed.

His mind reeled, confusion warring with deep, bitter rejection.

"Listen to her body. Notice even the smallest detail. Then listen to your own and simply be you."

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