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

Chapter 812 Chapter 812: "I can't help but think it, every time. It's always my first thought." His gaze swept over her with desire. "Isn't she beautiful, Alviara?" "She truly is," came Alviara's voice from behind Emeriel-grateful and gentle. "And even more now that she carries your child, Your Grace." "Indeed." Daemonikai lifted her into his arms, but when she reached to wrap her arms around his neck, he carefully transferred her into Alviara's embrace. "Here you go." "I'm heavy," Emeriel protested. Alviara took her weight effortlessly, letting out a low, sultry laugh.

"To a human, perhaps." She carried Emeriel across the room with the grace of a dancer, stopping at the foot of the bed before gently lowering her. Emeriel's feet touched the floor, and her gaze instinctively sought her beloved. Daemonikai had resumed his seat, reclining once more in the chair, watching her intently. But before she could lose herself in his eyes, Alviara gently touched her chin. "None of that," she said softly. "Focus on me. Pretend he isn't here." Was that even possible? But she took a deep breath to steady herself.

"Alright." She didn't fully understand what was happening, but her curiosity... outweighed her nerves. "Good girl," the courtesan praised. "You seem tense. Relax." It was the gentlest command, yet something in Emeriel's body responded as if she had no choice. The tension in her shoulders eased. Her breathing slowed. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Very good," Alviara continued with a smile. "Now look at me and tell me what you see." Emeriel lifted her gaze to the woman before her.

Alviara was a vision in red and black... She wore a short silk garment that clung to every curve of her body. Her breasts were exposed, the soft swell just peeking over the edge of the bodice. Lᴀtеst chαptєrs in glnovels.çøm "You look very pretty," Emeriel said sincerely. Alviara's smile was confident and bold. "I know." She stepped closer, their bodies nearly touching. "I'm a courtesan with many skills, my princess. Trained in all the arts of pleasure and in practices that bring both men and women to their knees." Her voice flowed like honey.

"One of those skills is soothing nervous first-timers during their first night with their mates... and helping tormented females find their way back to pleasure, in whatever form they need." She paused, letting her words settle. "Tonight, we'll explore one of those." . . .