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

Chapter 66: "No, my lord."

Lord Vladya was not surprised. And Yaz was right; he did need to feed.

With one last look of pure loathing directed at the girl, he turned and walked in the opposite direction, back to Blackstone.

EMERIEL Master Gaine had gone out to oversee the other slaves working in the backyard, assigning Emeriel the task of unloading the new drinks that arrived that night. Thus, Emeriel found himself alone in the cellar, unpacking and arranging the beverages accordingly.

The door creaked open, and Master Boris entered.

Holy hell. Emeriel had avoided the slave master all evening. Unease filled him inwardly as he greeted the slave master before resuming his duties.

"Well, well, well, look who I finally have all to myself. Come here, Emeriel."

Emeriel reluctantly rose at the command and approached Master Boris as the slave master locked the door behind them, his face inscrutable.

As Emeriel drew near, Master Boris grabbed him roughly and slammed him against the nearest wall, using his body to pin him there. Fear surged through Emeriel, and instinctively, he began to struggle.

But the slave master tightened his grip on Emeriel's waist, his hold so firm Emeriel knew it would leave a mark. Emeriel cried out and fought harder.

"Stop that!" Master Boris barked, the yellow flecks in his eyes dilating, almost swallowing the gray. "You have been running from me, but you can't hide."

His beast was close to the surface. Emeriel stilled instantly, trembling.

"Let me tell you how it's going to be. You cooperate, and I will only take what I want without causing excessive pain. Oh, it will hurt, but if you're compliant, I might spare you torture. Do you understand me?" Master Boris's voice had deepened.

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Terrified, Emeriel vigorously nodded. "P-please, don't do this."

The slave master completely ignored his plea, forcing Emeriel to kneel. Then, he unfastened his own breeches, pulling them down to his ankles.

His organ sprang free-large, rigid, and erect, precum glistening at the tip.

Emeriel did not want that repulsive thing anywhere near him. It disgusted him.

He was not completely defenseless; he knew he could hold his own against another human. But against a Urekai? He stood no fighting chance.

"I b-belong to Grand Lord Vladya. He will kill you-kill us both when he finds out," Emeriel stammered, glaring at the penis. It was nowhere near as large as those of the beast, but it was still a Urekai, and it was still imposing.

"I used scent suppressors; he cannot smell me on you. So, he will not find out," Master Boris said, gripping his hair and forcefully tilting his head back. "Not if you keep your mouth shut."

His grip tightened. "I can make your time here as a cellar slave pleasant or a living hell. The choice is yours." With that, he forced Emeriel's mouth toward his manhood, using his other hand to guide it forward.

Emeriel found himself with no other choice but to reluctantly close his mouth around the repulsive member. His stomach churned, and he gagged, coming dangerously close to throwing up, especially when that phallus hit the back of his throat.

A commotion broke out in the distance. The sounds of breaking objects and male voices shouting curses filled the air.

"Motherfuckers! They are fighting again," Master Boris cursed, pulling away from Emeriel. Hastily, he fixed his pants, muttering angry curses under his breath. "This is not over," he hissed at Emeriel before he turned and stormed off.

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