Page 16 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

Emeriel's eyes flickered with hope as he looked expectantly at Livia.

"I'm not certain yet," the head maid said. "Amie, help me. Let's move her to the bed."

The young girl hastened to comply. They shifted Emeriel's weakened form back onto the bed, yet he scarcely felt the coolness of the mattress against his back.

His relentless self-stimulation continued, his womanhood convulsing and slick with moisture.

Another orgasm wracked his body, and Emeriel cried out at the bewildering mix of pain and pleasure running through him.

When the episode passed, he was left only partially conscious.

Madam Livia gazed at the girl lying on the bed, carefully assessing her condition.

At sixty-four years old, having served as a guardian to countless Urekai maids and overseen the training of numerous human slaves, there weren’t a lot of things that could truly surprise her anymore.

However, this one left her astonished. Speechless.

Yes, she had heard stories of females disguising themselves as males before—it was not a common occurrence, but it was not unheard of either.

Those who were discovered faced severe punishments in all the human kingdoms, often leading to public executions. Thus, it remained a rare occurrence.

But she had never expected to encounter someone who had successfully lived under such a disguise for over two decades without being caught.

What was even more astonishing was that Emeriel had lived right under the nose of King Orestus. Livia found herself genuinely astounded.

Though it was only a small fraction of her overall surprise.

But now it makes sense.The ethereal beauty possessed by Prince Emeriel was truly remarkable.

She just knew the boy was way too pretty when she first caught sight of him earlier in the day. And she was a brave one.

It takes a significant amount of bravery to live like this for so long.

Livia couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for what awaited Emeriel in this kingdom.

The Urekai lords and slavemasters would stop at nothing to devour her when faced with such a captivating look.

Nevertheless, the princely attire did an admirable job of concealing the feminine curves the young woman possessed. And she had curves aplenty.

Voluptuous and enticing. With a generously rounded buttock.

Emeriel let out a pitiful moan, blinked wearily. Then slowly rose to her hands and knees, her limbs shaking.

Pressing her upper-body against the bed, she gripped her buttock cheeks and parted them. "Take me, p-lease," she cried out.

“It’s all instinct, right? This need to present?” Madam Livia asked, trying to understand what was happening.

Surely, it couldn’t be…

But all the evidence pointed to that.

The little prince has masturbated desperately, trying to relieve her own anguish for the better part of the night.

“Yes,” Emeriel nodded vigorously. “I’m in pain. I want something inside,” she punctuated by thrusting her body towards Livia. “Please, please…!”

“Unfortunately, I am not in the position to help you,” Livia told her, and the girl began to sob.

Uncurling from her position, Emeriel laid down on the bed, and humped the sheets furiously. Hips moving, she whimpered, her teary eyes closed.

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