Page 15 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

But as Emeriel reached for the wooden bucket, that all too familiar hotness stirred in his lower belly again.

"What!?" he shrieked. "No, no, no, not again!"

In a matter of seconds, a fresh wave of spasms crashed through him.

He doubled over in sheer pain. Though he did everything within his power to distract himself from the agony, nothing worked.

Abandoning his bucket, he pulled an old, dust-coated book with shaky hands from the drawer of the chamber's solitary table, hoping to lose himself in its pages. Yet, the effort proved vain.

Tension knotted in his stomach. The discomfort made it impossible for him to focus.

One particular thought clawed at him. One that had no business disturbing him but refused to let go.

Which of these Urekai I've met could be the beast from my dreams?

Is he real?

Yes, they were all large and intimidating, but deep down, Emeriel knew none of the ones he'd met matched the presence he felt in those vivid nightmares. Lord Vladya came close, but it wasn't him.

Who was it?

He dragged a hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh.What nonsense am I even thinking?

Restlessly, Emeriel shifted his position, pressing his legs together in a vain attempt to ease the ache. But the more he tried, the more it hurt.

It simply was not working!

If the Urekai of his dreams was here, would he quench this fire in Emeriel's private parts?

“You are mine,” his deep voice had said. “Meant to be on your knees for me. On your back. To be fucked so hard your legs quake. Drill into you until your holes are open, gaping for me. You were meant to beg for my dick all the time. Only mine."

An orgasm ripped from Emeriel, broken cries falling from his lips, his entire body shaking.

Moments later, Emeriel found himself sprawled naked on the floor, fingers vigorously rubbing his sensitive clit. Even his chest-binds lay discarded.

He had lost count of how many orgasms he had experienced, yet relief remained out of reach.

A brief break was all he ever got in between, before the relentless agony returned with a vengeance.

Each time, even the pleasure dulled. And the pain that had once been a mere throb grew more profound.

He had no idea how much longer he could endure this ordeal. His arm ached from the arduous rubbing, and his clit burned red. Raw from the unending abuse.

Sweat and tears mingled as he lay helpless on the floor, his body consumed by excruciating pain. Emeriel wouldn't wish this agony upon his worst enemy.

When the door swung open and two figures entered, Emeriel had to blink repeatedly to clear his blurry vision enough to discern them.

"Oh, she's in an even worse state than before! I told you, Madam Livia," Amie's voice echoed faintly as she drew nearer.

"By the gods..." Madam Livia's shocked voice followed, and her hand flew to cover her mouth. "He's truly a woman."

"I told you so, Madam." Amie bent down, hovering over Emeriel. "Are you alright, Princess Emeriel?"

"N-no!" Emeriel wanted to shout, but his voice came out as a feeble whisper, filled with exhaustion. "D-don't call me that."

"How long has she been like this?" Madam Livia asked, wide-eyed, approaching cautiously to observe him.

"I don’t know, Madam Livia. I found her like this and rushed out to find you. Do you know what's afflicting her?"

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