Page 144 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

"Like..." he seemed to search for the words but gave up. "Just don't look at me like that."

Like I want to embrace you and ease your pain?Aekeira had always been compassionate. It was her and her sister's strength as well as their doom.

Ever since she had learned about his struggles, she had thought about him more times than she cared to admit. Living a long life was one thing, but living it in misery was something else entirely.

He leaned down and pressed his nose against her neck, inhaling deeply. The rumbling groan he let out sent shivers down Aekeira's spine.

"You smell so good," he grumbled. "You should not smell like this. No one has the right to smell like this."

Aekeira opened her mouth to speak.

"Don't," his voice muffled against her neck. "Do not talk." Pulling back, he rose above her and undressed.

In quick, jerky movements, he pulled Aekeira's nightdress over her head. His claws slipped out, slashing the fabric of her underthings, leaving her nude before him. His eyes devoured her naked form.

Aekeira let out a shameful whimper, aware of what he saw. She was so drenched she could feel her own pool of moisture.

"Whore," he uttered, his voice low and deep. Devoid of the usual aggression. "Sweet, little whore."

The insulting word aroused Aekeira more. Her head rolled to the side, her eyes tightly shut.

His body came over hers, hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wide. His manhood probed her entrance, once, twice, and then, it was in.

Aekeira cried out. The usual pain was there, but dulled. And pleasure. Sharp, intense pleasure.

His body covered hers completely, his hands encircling her throat. He withdrew and thrust back in, again and again.

He wasn't as rough as he had been in the past, and Aekeira couldn't fathom why. She didn't dwell on it. Her body felt full and strange. A sigh escaped her lips as he rocked into her.

"So good," he sounded wrecked, his grip tightening around her throat. "Why do you feel so damn good? I could stay inside you all week and not tire of you."

The lack of air was doing something to her, heightening the strange pleasure she was already experiencing, leaving her feeling lightheaded. In a good way.

Aekeira moaned. Time slipped away. She reveled in the weight of his body on top of hers. The intoxicating pleasure coursing through her. It was there, just below the surface, tingling and trickling through her.

Maybe, just maybe, it might be better this time. Bearable.

But his movements ceased. Lifting one of her legs, Lord Vladya positioned it above her head, angling her hips before plunging deep once more.

He was deeper than ever before, each stroke sending shards of pain through her body. The pleasurable feeling slowly dissipated, replaced by a harsher, unpleasant sensation.

"Oh, please," Aekeira sobbed, her body writhing in discomfort. But there was no escape. The sensations washed over her like a tide, not relenting, not yielding.

And with each powerful thrust, he bumped against her cervix, prodding it, causing sharp pain to sizzle through her body.

The new position allowed for direct contact, and his phallus relentlessly surged in and out of her, repeatedly hitting the mouth of her womb. It wasexcruciating.

Grand Lord Vladya heard a girl screaming, but it felt distant, as if coming from afar.

An overwhelming urge had taken hold of him, unlike anything he had ever felt before.

The powerful need to enter the deepest part of her, meant for him. Her most sacred place. Vladya had never experienced anything quite like it. The need was irresistible. All instinctive.

He tried to fight it, but even he recognized a lost cause when he saw one.

His Urekai instincts had mistaken Aekeira for a syren. Capable of full heat. Capable of opening to accommodate his organ in her womb.

With each unsuccessful attempt to enter her deepest core, frustration coursed through Vladya.Why would his female deny him this way? Why would she not let him in!?

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