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

Chapter 79: No, she would NOT look at him. She was far too frightened of what she might see.

"I believe you should proceed with whatever amusement you desire and spare us the sight of your slave's ugly body," came the calm response from Grand Lord Vladya.

Shame washed over Aekeira.

Grand Lord Zaiper's lips tightened in displeasure, clearly not receiving the response he had hoped for. But why he would expect any response at all from Lord Vladya was beyond Aekeira's understanding. Grand Lord Vladya despised her. He looked at her with rage and disgust, to the point where Aekeira half-expected him to sever her head just to spare himself the misery of seeing her face.

With a smug smirk, Grand Lord Zaiper nodded. "You know what? You are quite right." He rose from his seat, his eyes fixated on Aekeira. "To the round table, slave. Go and lie upon it."

Aekeira's trembling legs carried her toward the table, where she obediently laid down. The lords' hungry gazes fell upon her, filled with both desire and appraisal.

And then, Grand Lord Zaiper entered her line of vision, his hand finding its place on her breast, squeezing it firmly.

With the immediate danger to Em averted, the full realization of the peril Aekeira was now in finally dawned on her, and she suppressed a whimper.

"May I touch, your highness?" a lord's voice came through.

"By all means, Lord Dante."

Hands began to explore her. More than a pair of hands. Fingers trailed down her thighs, while another hand cupped her other breast. Hands spread her thighs while another forcefully penetrated her unprepared.

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Aekeira winced and tightly shut her eyes. The invading finger moved in and out of her, causing pain. Someone pinched her nipple hard, and she cried out. Shifting restlessly, seeking relief, but all she met was a slap on her thigh.

"Stay still," Grand Lord Zaiper commanded.

Aekeira forced herself to obey as pain ravaged her body. Some of the lords had exposed their genitals, masturbating while gazing at her.

Grand Lord Zaiper positioned himself in her line of sight, obstructing her view. Then, he untied his robe, revealing his thick manhood, locking eyes with her. "Open."

She obeyed, and his length filled her mouth, reaching the back of her throat. She gagged, but the grand lord showed no mercy, maintaining his hold. He remained lodged in her throat, daring her to pull back.

Tears welled in her eyes, her throat uncomfortably constricted, as if she were on the verge of retching. Aekeira struggled to suppress the urge to withdraw, knowing the punishment that would follow if she did. Grand Lord Zaiper began to forcefully thrust.

EMERIEL

Aekeira was right.

They had to find a way to escape this wretched, hellish place.

The thought pounded relentlessly through Emeriel's mind as he witnessed the lords molesting his sister. He fought back tears, his hands curling into tight fists.

Bile rose in his throat as he observed the way they manhandled Aekeira.

He had to keep his feet planted on the floor, resisting the urge to storm toward them in an attempt to save his sister. Such an act would likely result in both of them being executed.

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