Page 38 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

Lord Ottai shook his head, pity clear in his eyes. "Do not resist, do not fight. Hope to hell your blood does not entice him. The beast mustnotdrink from you, or it will drain you completely dry. May your gods be with you," he added before turning and following Lord Vladya.

Only Madam Livia remained.

"Please, d-don't leave, Madam Livia. I-I'm scared." Tears trailed down his cheeks. He didn't want to be left alone with the beast. The thought alone filled him with overwhelming panic. "Don't leav—"

Another wave of spasms washed over him, and he cried out in agony.

The beast snarled, then raised a massive paw, and with two swift motions, like an X, it tore Emeriel's clothes—both his outer and inner garments—leaving them in tatters on the ground.

Emeriel cried out, his eyes wide with horror, expecting to find himself torn and bleeding. But, to his relief, it was only his clothes that lay in shreds. He stood half-naked, the binds still around his chest.

The beast snarled again, slashing at the bandage and ripping it from his chest. Emeriel’s breasts spilled out, full and achingly aroused, his nipples standing erect.

In the same manner, the creature turned its attention to his breeches, and reduced them into shreds. Before long, Emerielstood completely nude, vulnerable to the hungry gaze of the beast.

The beast lifted him off his feet and hurled him onto the bed.

"I will step out of sight, but I will be right outside," Madam Livia's voice sounded distant.

Emeriel's entire being buzzed with a mixture of arousal and fear, his attention entirely on the beast staring at him as if he were a fresh meal to be devoured.

Why is my body so attuned to this feral?

The beast’s manhood stood erect and heavy, curved at the tip. Red, angry, and glistening with precum.

Although Emeriel was afraid of the intimidating weapon before him, a rush of liquid flooded from between his legs, coating the portion of the bed beneath him.

Seeing himself so exposed, with his feminine parts laid bare, it was difficult for Emeriel to perceive himself as male at that moment. So hard for him to view himself as the disguise he had lived his entire life.

Plump breasts, elongated and sensitive nipples, a bare vagina, and a swollen, glistening clitoris—all he saw was the female he truly was.

A terrified, aroused female who was about to be mounted by the most feared beast in Urai.

The gods help me.

Standing at the outskirts of the southern wing, Grand Lord Vladya gazed up at the starry night sky.

Ottai had departed to join the festival, but he had chosen to remain behind. In the distance, the sounds of merriment reached his ears, as his people reveled in the festivities. It brought him some peace.

These days, it takes a great deal to bring happiness to their people. Centuries may have passed, but the horrors that hadbefallen the Urekai on that fateful night remained etched in their memories.

Time was fleeting for them, so they did not easily forget the losses they endured. Thus, whenever they managed to find joy in anything, it was welcomed.

Vladya was troubled.Why had Daemonikai sought out the boy?

True, the boy emitted an unusual scent. An incredibly enticing one, faint yet present. Almost like the scent Ukerai females have during mini-heat.

Such a thing was impossible. Vladya dismissed the thought.

But still. Why would the beast single out the boy?It was highly unusual for a feral Urekai beast to seek out a specific individual. Their minds simply did not operate in such a manner.

"By the gods. Please, Lord Vladya, I beg of you!" The female's sobbing voice came from behind.

Vladya ignored the human princess. In the wake of the recent events, the girl's fear of him seemed to have taken a back seat. Her concern for her sibling had become paramount. The princess had followed him persistently since he departed the chamber, beseeching him to return and rescue her brother.

The girl dropped to her knees before him. "I am willing to do anything. I shall pay whatever price you demand. Please, save him!"

Vladya spun around to face her. Whether it was the festive atmosphere, the throbbing headache pounding at his temples, or the recent encounter with Daemon’s beast, he couldn’t say. But, for some reason, he found himself unable to summon the anger that usually surged within him in the presence of humans.

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