Page 17 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

A mating heat cycle.Poor thing.

Whether it was a mini-heat or a full-blown heat remained to be determined.

Judging by the way the girl had rubbed herself raw from self-stimulation, her reddened nipples, and the relentless intensification of her heat, Livia would have guessed it was a full heat.

But since it was probably her first heat–considering the sheer confusion in the girl's tired eyes—it was likely a mini-heat that simply came on too strong.

For Emeriel's sake, Livia fervently hoped to the sky that it was merely a mini-heat.

A distressed gasp escaped the girl’s throat, and panic once again filled her eyes.

"I think it's happening again," Amie exclaimed, her own expression filled with terror.

Emeriel clutched her belly, doubling over and emitting a cry of agony.

Quickly adjusting her position, her desperate fingers rested on her bruised clitoris, tears welling in her eyes as she rubbed in jerky motions.

Livia grasped her hand, halting the frenzied movement. "Allow me," she said softly.

"Please...! Please. I t-think I'm dying," Emeriel pleaded, her eyes wide with fear.

“It would surely feel like death, little prince. But I can assure you of your survival.” Livia sank a finger into the girl's drenched and eager opening, pausing as Emeriel's eyes rolled back into her head.

She convulsed around Livia's finger, unleashing a piercing scream of release.

Livia kept moving her fingers inside Emeriel, searching for…

Ah, there it is.

Her gland was swollen, depraved. Livia pressed hard on that slippery nob inside her.

Emeriel let out another piercing scream, her body twitching, writhing. No doubt having another orgasm.

Thick moisture spilled from Emeriel’s tight passage, forming a small pool.

Livia kept fingering her, stimulating her, now aiming for the new gland that set her apart from other humans.

It didn’t take long for a third orgasm to follow.

Emeriel gyrated her hips, the tension uncoiling from her, her shout echoing throughout the chamber.

As the tension drained from her small body, the girl passed out.

Taking advantage of the moment, Livia carefully inserted another finger, skillfully avoiding the girl's hymen, to assess the state of her inner body.

A sigh of relief escaped the older woman. Her womb did not descend.

It was indeed a mini-heat.

And it had run its course.

Livia delicately withdrew her finger from the tight opening and stepped back from the bed.

"Attend to her cleanliness, Amie," she instructed gently.

The young girl nodded, swiftly leaving the chamber to retrieve the necessary supplies.

It didn't take long for her to return, bearing a basin filled with fragrant water, soap, and a soft cloth. Settling herself on the edge of the bed, Amie began her task.

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