All Chapters of That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Aekeira bit down on her lip, stifling her cry. She struggled to breathe, the discomfort too much as Lord Vladya moved in her with relentless, savage thrusts, devoid of gentleness.He took her like an animal, each thrust more forceful than the last. There was finesse, no tenderness—just raw, unbridled possession. Guttural sounds of pleasure escaped him with every stroke. Aekeira tried to hold back her sounds of distress, but with each brutal thrust, it became increasingly difficult. She yelped with every forceful movement, tears streaming from her eyes as she clawed at the ground, squeezing tightly attempting to endure the punishing rhythm he set."Sexy, little witch," he growled, his voice dark and possessive. "Come on—" he slammed in "—come on, take it."Then, impossibly, he picked up the pace even more, driving into her with greater force. Pounding so fiercely, uncontrollable screams tore from her throat.Aekeira was unaware of her own screams...that the piercing wail that rent th

A thrill of excitement shot through her. With light and shy caresses, she touched her own breasts, something she had never done with such intent before. Always, they had to be wrapped up and hidden away.Now, under the weight of his gaze following her every move, she ran her hands across her breasts. Fueled by her deep-seated desire to please him, she cupped them, presenting her bosoms to him as if they were sacred offerings to the gods. Her movements were innocent and hesitant, her face painted with a deep blush that cascaded down to her neck.Here," she whispered, her eyes downcast. "For you, Your Grace."The king snarled, attacking them.His mouth worked ardently—licking, laving, and sucking—each motion a rite of devotion.Emeriel sobbed as he alternated his attentions between her breasts, lavishing them with a force that left her crying out breathlessly.As pleasure pulsed through her veins like a powerful current, tension spiraled within her. Her own breaths were thunderously lo

LORD HERODTime grew short as Lord Herod scrambled to prepare.He dispatched his male soldiers and urgently requested female guards from Lord Jakal. He ordered enough supplies to last three days and held an emergency meeting with his steward, bailiffs, and head farmers. He informed them of his impending absence, delegated responsibilities, and provided detailed instructions to ensure the smooth operation of work and his estate while he was unavailable. It had taken longer than usual, and by the time he returned to the cottage in the early afternoon, a sliver of worry crept into his mind. Would Emeriel still be there?Females in full heat tended to run away. So crazed with need, driven by instincts to flee, in search of a male to sate them.Relief flooded him as he entered the cottage and found her still pacing the room, a whirlwind of restless energy. But the moment he crossed the threshold, her scent hit him like a storm.Bloody hell, it has gotten even stronger. Choking. Intoxica

CHAPTER 38.LORD HERODHigh Lord Herodis’ heart ached with a profound sorrow he hadn't felt in decades. Emeriel's screams pierced the night’s air like a banshee's wail, filled with unbearable pain, each one a shard of ice twisting in his gut.He wanted nothing more than to rush to her, to mount the female in heat, especially with those screams of agony. The sound of her suffering was nearly unbearable.Despite the cottage being far away, her cries reached him clearly. As Urekai aged, their senses grew sharper, and their strength increased. Herod was no exception.His heightened senses were even sharper, capturing every tortured sound, and it broke him. He could even hear the desperate whimpers punctuating her screams.Herod's knuckles whitened as he gripped the arms of his study chair. His erection was hard and angry, straining through his pants. His muscles tensed in an effort to maintain control.While she struggled to ride out her torturous heatwaves, Herod rose and began to pace h

Herod grabbed a quill and parchment, scribbling a hasty message.I apologize for the insolence of this late-night request, Your Grace. But a matter of utmost urgency has arisen. I implore you to grace my estate with your presence this evening. I await your arrival. The Lord of Agriculture.Herod rushed outside, the parchment clutched in his hand. Under the oak tree, he whistled sharply.Within moments, a sleek messenger bird swooped down, landing on his outstretched arm. Herod attached the message to its leg. Watching the bird take flight, he whispered a silent prayer, hoping the message would reach the grand king early. Hoping the ruler would honor his request.•••••••••••••GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI.Daemonikai was no longer hunting for Vladya.He knew the truth with every fiber of his being as he raced through the woods in the dark. His instincts had taken over. That nagging feeling had forced its way to the surface, overpowering his will.He ran, not with purpose, but with desperati