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

Chapter 82: His friend grinned. "I always am."

Vladya descended from the podium, but instead of joining the throng of slaves still on display, he made his way toward the round table.

I wish to strip for you. I wish to strip for you. I wish to strip for you, I wish to strip for you, I wish…

He growled, the ugly feeling coursing through him intensifying. The lords who had been fondling Aekeira withdrew their hands to create a space for him.

Why deny himself when the female he wanted to punish was right there within his grasp?

AEKEIRA

All the hands that had been hurting Aekeira suddenly stopped. The finger inside her withdrew, and a cool breeze brushed against her aching breasts, leaving her feeling exposed.

Aekeira wondered what was happening but couldn't look because Grand Lord Zaiper was still using her mouth. While Aekeira considered herself fortunate that none of these lords had tried to mount her body yet, the sticky residue of cum on her belly disgusted her.

Grand Lord Zaiper's thrusting hips paused, and a smile echoed in his voice. "Look who decided to join us." Strong hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider apart, and delivered a harsh smack to her most intimate area.

The pain was sharp, unexpected, and agonizing.

Aekeira's cry of agony was muffled against the manhood in her mouth. When she attempted to pull back, Grand Lord Zaiper's finger curled into her hair and tightened, holding her in place.

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The slaps continued, hard and punishing. Each strike relentless, leaving Aekeira in tears. Her thighs trembled under the assault, the pain unbearable. Which of these lords was so cruel as to subject her to this torment?

"Fuck, that's hot. I'm going to come," Grand Lord Zaiper's voice sounded distant. Then his sperm came down her throat, and she forced herself to swallow to prevent choking.

His release was thick and plentiful, but at least it didn't taste as bitter as those of the lords King Orestus had lent her to.

Another slap followed, intensifying the already harsh pain. Aekeira tried to close her legs, but strong hands held them apart as her vulnerable parts were spanked. Her thighs twitched, her mind became muddled, and she began to go numb.

Just as Aekeira thought she might escape this harsh reality and drift into the comfort of her own mind, the spanking abruptly stopped.

"She is so alluring, don't you think? I wanted to entertain myself with at least three slaves tonight, but I will make an exception. Tonight, I will take her alone to my…"

"Bed," Grand Lord Zaiper seemed to address another male as he withdrew his phallus from her mouth, but his fingers still held tight to her hair. "What is your name, slave?"

"Aekeira," her voice was small, tear-filled, and hoarse.

"Aekeira," he rolled the name on his tongue. "The name of royalty. Is it because of your royal descent that you feel so different?"

He angled her head and leaned closer until his face filled her blurry vision. "You are so exciting. I will enjoy spending the night with you. I have many plans in mind for you."

A wave of nausea rose in her throat. Oh dear lord, not him. Anyone else but him.

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