Page 31 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

Without warning, two sharp fangs sank into Sinai's skin, and the beast began drinking from her. Pain shot through her body, and she hissed in response.

The beast did not flood her with elixir to numb the pain or ease the discomfort, as Daemonikai would have done if he were in his right mind. Instead, the beast simply took, over and over.

Her heart raced, pumping more blood to meet the beast's unending hunger. This was the key difference between a bloodhost and any other feeder: a bloodhost’s body constantly produced an endless supply of blood to feed their master—no matter how hungry their master were.

As the beast fed, it released pheromones that wrapped around Sinai, and a pleasurable sensation began to spread through her body. Her whole being burned with searing lust, the pleasure growing inside her.

Even after two millennia, she had never grown used to this feeling. At this point, Sinai knew she never would.

The sensation was simply too powerful, too addictive, and at times, the orgasm she experienced while feeding her male surpassed even sexual pleasure.

"Yes, yes, my dear," she gasped, her hips moving involuntarily, grinding against the beast.

With jerky fingers, she lifted her gown and began rubbing her clitoris, stimulating her own pleasure. Her core was wet, her body aflame with sensations.

The beast continued to drink from her, as she pleasured herself, and as she built towards her climax, her fingers penetrated her channel fucking inside it.

She moaned loudly, peaking the pinnacles of pleasure, her back arching. Seconds afterward, the beast withdrew.

Its tongue licked the wound twice, closing it. Then turned and began to retreat.

"Darling..." She reached for the receding figure, but it growled in warning and stomped away from her.

Anger surged within her, though she fought to conceal her reaction. She despised it when Daemonikai behaved this way.

Even now, as a wild beast, he pulled away from her. Sinai hated it!

But she knew more than to remain here when her company was unwanted. Outside, Sinai glared at the metal gates.

"You are mine. I am your bloodhost, the sole provider of nourishment you depend upon. Only I can feed your body with the blood you require," she said smugly. "Even Evielyn, your beloved bondmate––may her soul rot in hell––could not fulfill that role, no matter how badly you wanted her to."

Sinai let out a bitter smirk. "You will forever be mine, Daemon. Forever."

Emeriel paced nervously in his small room in the slave quarters, his mind filled with worry. The fortress buzzed with activity as the Urekai prepared for their moonlight festival.

Even the slaves, whose lives were filled with hardship, seemed to look forward to the festival with a hint of joy. But for Emeriel, the absence of his sister was unbearable.

It had been more than a week since he had last seen Aekeira. The pain of not knowing how she was tore at his soul.

Madam Livia had only told him that Aekeira was confined to her chambers, giving no other details. Emeriel yearned to see his sister and make sure she was safe.

He had not heard any screams at night since then, giving him hope that Aekeira had not been taken to the beast again after that first time.

But how long could he hold on to hope? What if it happened tonight?

Emeriel looked toward the door, his thoughts racing as he considered his choices.

As a slave, he was expected to attend the festival grounds and serve drinks to the guests.

Maybe I could quietly sneak away to the southern wing?Surely, a quick visit to check on her would go unnoticed.

Determined, Emeriel stepped out, closing the door softly behind him. Leaving the slave quarters, he walked with purpose, mimicking someone on an important errand as he headed into the main fortress.

Thankfully, the grand lords would already be busy at the festival grounds, lowering the chances of running into anyone.

Walking through the familiar halls, Emeriel soon reached the path leading to Aekeira's chamber. When he reached the door, he carefully tried the handle. Relief washed over him when he found it unlocked.

With a hopeful smile, he stepped inside…only to be met with an empty room.

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