That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

MISTRESS SINAIMistress Sinai paced her gilded cage, a whirlwind of fury barely contained within the lavish confines of her chambers. Two days of forced solitude felt like an eternity, each moment a fresh torment in her soul's descent into madness. At this rate, she was truly going to go insane!Home confinement was a living hell, a cruel mockery of her former freedoms. She abhorred it with every fiber of her being.To be denied her whims was unbearable enough, but to become the butt of every whispered joke, every pitying glance from the other mistresses in Ravenshadow's royal estate... it was the ultimate humiliation.Yesterday, Mistress Gaille had come to "check on her," her syrupy concern a thinly veiled insult. Sinai could practically see the woman's barely suppressed laughter behind her false smiles.All this because of a human. A mere boy.Vladya had moved heaven and earth to protect the worthless creature from her wrath, even threatening to cast her into the Hole. The Hole! The

GRAND LORD VLADYAVladya observed as usual in silence. Despite his blood boiling and the multitude of thoughts swirling within him, his demeanor betrayed no emotion.For five centuries, this debate had raged on. Every lord in this court well aware of his stance regarding the feral creature. Yet, Zaiper always managed to twist the narrative, suggesting Vladya was indifferent to the people's welfare, motivated solely by selfish reasons to keep the beast alive. He was accused of valuing the memory of his deceased best friend over the very lives of his people.Following Zaiper's accusation two years prior, Vladya ceased defending the issue in court. Not because he cared about Zaiper and the high lords’s opinion of him, but because there was a sliver of doubt deep down.Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a kernel of truth to Zaiper's words. Perhaps, in his heart, Vladya did prioritize saving Daemonikai over the lives of his own people. And that thought was unsettling, for despite his outward

Putting the shift on hold allowed him to refocus on his immediate surroundings.It took a while, longer than ever before, to curb those instincts. By the time he regained control, they were both slumped against the wall, exhausted and spent."You've fought so hard, Vladya," Ottai had said, his voice thick with emotion, blood gushing from his wounds. "Not just tonight, but with Daemonikai as well. Part of the reason I did not oppose Zaiper in court, as I usually do, is because I think it's time to let him go. This is not healthy. Look at what it's doing to you."Vladya had offered no response. His head rested against the cool stone wall, eyes closed.“Part of me wishes Daemon had died that night instead of what happened.” Ottai's voice had cracked, the weight of five centuries of grief pressing down on him. "We would have mourned him properly, given him the farewell he deserved. Just as we mourned all the others. Your bondmate, Tiara. Daemon's sons, Alvin and Myka, and his bondmate, Ev

AEKEIRAWhat just happened? Aekeira wondered, her body and soul wracked with pain. Everywhere hurts. She had come dangerously close to passing out.Her chamber door opened once again, and her heart impulsively reached out in desperation, wishing for Lord Vladya's return."Keira?" A familiar voice reached her ears.A breath of relief left her. "Em?" she croaked."Hey, it's okay. I'm here for you." Emeriel climbed into bed beside her and hugged her tightly. "He won't hurt you anymore. I saw him leave."Her younger sister murmured soothingly, gently patting her hair. Emeriel's body trembled, and Aekeira could hear the strain in her voice. "It's okay, I've got you. I'm sorry I can't protect you from this. I wish I could."How could Aekeira express to her sister that, despite the pain he had caused, she secretly longed for Lord Vladya to return?How could she explain that, even in the midst of her hurt, she still yearned to feel his touch, to have him inside her again?Something was seriou

The girl was weeping softly now, but she gave a nod in response.Boris lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. The girl cried out and shoved at his head. "No!"Boris forced his hand between her legs, parted those soft, creamy thighs, and shoved a finger inside her.Emeriel cried out in pain, squirming under his touch."Hold still!" he barked, and she complied. Boris kept his finger there, even as her entrance clenched around his invasive digit, trying to keep him out. "Gods, have you never had anything there before?" he murmured, his eyes glazed over. “That's snugger than anything I've ever been in before—and I've been in a lot, by the way—and it’s merely a finger." His dick dripped precum, aching within the confines of his shorts. "You're going to feel so good on my dick.""Emeriel!?"Master Boris froze, his heightened hearing catching the distant call. "Someone's calling you. An older woman. Who the hell is that?" He pulled back, his frustration mounting.Emeriel