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

Chapter 99: "Leave me alone," a shaky, familiar tiny voice said.

"Why does this slave have such a sweet scent? It's almost as if she's in heat," a deep male voice remarked.

"Right? A mini-heat, maybe, the scent is faint. My dick hasn't gone down since I caught a whiff," another male voice chimed in.

"Who is she? I can't recall seeing such a pretty face before. Or such luscious hair. She's almost angelic. I would definitely remember," spoke the first voice. "Let me go," Emeriel's voice came out weak and small.

"Such beauty. Look at those curves… and her skin, it's practically radiant. Quick, let's pin her against the wall, what do you say? I'll go first."

"No, no, leave me a-alone."

Madam Livia quickened her pace. "Oh, this is trouble." Amie promptly followed suit.

As they rounded a corner, the corridor leading to the forbidden chambers loomed before them, while two soldiers restrained Emeriel against the wall.

One had lifted her nightdress, exposing her undergarments and creamy thighs, while another had already undone his trousers, his manhood peaking out as they tried to steady a struggling, distraught Emeriel who had a sweaty, tear-streaked face.

"Release her at once," Madam Livia commanded, her authoritative voice cutting through the tense atmosphere as she marched towards them.

"Attempting to leave with us is impossible," Madam Livia continued. "It would mean the beast breaking free and our blood staining these walls. Besides, your relief is only temporary. You still need to endure this heat. If your legs brought you here, then your body has chosen the beast for its satisfaction. And I can only advise you to follow your body's lead."

Another terrifying growl echoed behind them. Emeriel glanced at it, her fear evident. "I have no idea what I was thinking," she whispered helplessly.

"I have my speculations, but the truth is, I also have no idea what is happening. What I can tell you is that your mini-heats are becoming more frequent and intense. It won't be long before your first full heat comes. You must find a way to come clean with one of the grand lords before that happens," Madam Livia said.

"Because on that night, every Urekai male in this fortress will be able to smell you. And they will all come running, consumed by the desire to mount you. They will challenge and fight each other, and in these situations, they fight to the death. Then, countless males will mount you over the course of the three days it would take to sate your body. Now, imagine their feelings when the haze wears off and they discover your deception."

Emeriel swallowed tightly.

"Imagine what they would do when they find out that they killed each other because you were reckless enough not to protect them by telling them the truth about your gender?"

Emeriel couldn't fathom it. Just the thought of that scenario filled her with panic. What would she do?

She opened her mouth, but her eyes widened comically. "It's happening again. Please hold me tight."

Madam Livia and Amie held her tightly, but nothing could calm the storm raging within her.

The storm came, taking her away, the burning wave cresting inside her. She writhed and cried out as the storm broke repeatedly, until she was drenched in sweat… wailing, begging to be mounted.

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