Page 62 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

Chapter twenty

THE SWEET NIGHTMARE.

That night, Emeriel shed the physical disguise that had concealed her true identity as a female, lying in her bed. Now, she was simply Emeriel, the princess turned slave.

Clad in her night attire, she gently massaged her breasts, seeking relief from the ache that had formed from being confined all day long. Thoughts of her sister's words weighed heavily on her mind.

Emeriel did not regret becoming involved or making those Urekai buy her too. She did not regret being here with her sister.

But Aekeira had been right. There really was no salvation for them in Urai. Being treated like mere filth was truly their fate now. No miracle was going to happen.

The harsh reality settled in, and Emeriel felt a sharp pain in her chest, unrelated to the discomfort in her breasts. Determined not to succumb to tears again, Emeriel forced herself to abandon such thoughts.

In its place, the thought of tomorrow’s duties consumed her. Emeriel had caught snippets of conversation among the slaves.Whispers about the work assignments being reshuffled once more.

Someone would be unlucky enough to be assigned the cleaning duties of the floors that led to the forbidden chambers.

A shiver ran down her spine.Oh, Heavens, I hope it won’t be me.

The mere idea of being near the beast again terrified her. A lot.

Sleep. I need sleep.

Turning to her side, she willed her eyes to close. Fortunately, exhaustion soon took over, and slumber embraced her.

The beast pinned her against the wall, nudging her legs apart and thrusting into her body. Emeriel cried out, powerless to do anything but take his savage thrusts.

His paws roamed her body as his monstrous manhood plunged in and out of her narrow, slick entrance, nailing her to the wall with the force of his slams.

And it felt so damn good, she saw stars. "It's so good. More..." she cried out.

Pulling away, the beast shifted her position, turning her to face the wall. Bending her over, he plunged all the way in, eliciting a scream.

He was so deep she could feel him pressing against her womb, battering her insides with relentless, punishing thrusts.

Waves of intense ecstasy crashed over her, forcing screams of pleasure from her lips.

And the beast did not stop there.

He took her again and again, his thick, throbbing member driving her to the brink. The pleasure was overwhelming, a flood of sensations that seemed never-ending.

He ravaged her like a creature possessed, making her release endlessly. And yet, the beast was not satisfied. He would take more. And more...!

Emeriel jolted upright, gasping for breath. Sweat drenched her body, and her disheveled coverlet lay discarded, evidence of her restless movements.

Her body burned with an unbearable hotness, consumed by arousal so intense she feared, for a moment, that she had fallen into heat again.

As if she might die without relief.

Pulling the covers back over herself, she removed her undergarments, a loud moan escaping her lips as her fingers made contact with her swollen, throbbing clitoris.

So wet. Soaked and pulsing.

Her body begged for the beast's forked tongue to lick her to oblivion like it had that night...

To flick, to suck her aching clit until she wailed her pleasure to the heavens.

"Gods...!" she cried out, the mental image transforming the fire in her into an unquenchable inferno.

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