Page 4 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

All delusion. But a sweet one, nonetheless.

Reality was far too ugly.

Shaking it off, he crawled into bed and closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.

The dream began as it always did.

The man filled the doorway, hidden in the shadows. He was bigger, larger, and more masculine than any man Emeriel had ever seen.

Tall like a giant, he made Emeriel feel small, like cornered prey.

“Who are you?” Emeriel’s drowsy voice came out shaky, filled with fear. “What do you want from me?”

“You are mine,” he said, voice deep as rolling thunder. “Meant to be on your knees and back for me. To be fucked so hard, your legs quake. I will drill into you until your holes are open, gaping for me. You were meant to beg for my dick all the time. Only mine."

Emeriel’s face burned with shock. So scandalized, he scrambled upright. “Y-you shouldn’t say such improper things to me! It’s wrong!”

But the mysterious man stepped into Emeriel's bedroom, emerging from the shadows. As he did, his body shifted into a...beast.

The most terrifying Emeriel had ever seen.

A Urekai.

“Oh gods, oh gods,” Emeriel’s breath caught in terror, panic setting in. Of all the shapeshifters in the world, why a UREKAI!? He advanced with purpose. Its glowing yellow eyes bore into Emeriel, filled with hunger.

Shaking his head fiercely, Emeriel scrambled backward. “No, no, no! Leave me alone!” he shouted. “Guards! Someone, help!”

But no one came.

The beast leaped onto the bed, on top of Emeriel, trapping him under. Claws tore through his clothing, Emeriel's vulnerable female body exposed to its yellow eyes.

His powerful thighs forced Emeriel's apart, and a huge monster dick nudged his untouched feminine core and pushed in...!

Emeriel jolted awake with a scream, his body shaking, drenched in sweat as he glanced around the dark, empty room.

“It was just a dream,” he whispered, trembling. “Thank the gods. Just a dream.”

The same dream.He'd been having this dream for months now.

He swallowed hard, running a shaky hand through his hair. “Why do I keep having such a terrible nightmare?”

It terrified Emeriel greatly.

A Urekai?

No one in this world prayed to encounter a Urekai in their lifetime. Certainly not Emeriel.

Yet, even with all the terror inside, the hotness of the dream lingered in his body. His feminine core felt different. Wet.

What does this mean?

Stepping outside the next morning, two warriors halted before Emeriel. "The king summons you, my prince," one of them said. "Your presence is needed in the courtroom."

Damn. That foolish minister wasted no time ratting on him.

Emeriel led the way to court. It’s just a whipping, he will be fine.

But as he walked down the hall towards the door, it was eerily quiet.

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