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Her fingers worked desperately, stroking herself as her body arched off the bed, pleasure surging through her. She bit into the bedding to muffle her cries, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

Her inner core felt painfully empty, craving to be filled. Slipping a finger inside herself, she let out a cry of bliss.

The hungry clenching of her inner muscles around her digit startled her. So tight, as though the beast's monstrous member had never ravaged her.

What if the beast come for my body once more? Needing to penetrate me, to claim me in the most primal way? What if it spread me open and breached my body—

A shocked cry tore from her as she tumbled over the edge of ecstasy. Sensation after sensation coursed through her body, leaving her trembling and her channel fluttering around her finger. The waves of pleasure seemed never-ending.

When Emeriel finally opened her eyes, she felt weirded out.

Tears welled up, even as exhaustion took hold and sleep beckoned her once more.

Betrayed by her traitorous mind, her own body.

What in the name of the heavens was wrong with her? How could her body want more of that beast?

Lights above, I’m a freak.

Chapter twenty-one

A DAY WITH THE BEAST

Emeriel was assigned the task of cleaning the floors of the annex.

It was a monotonous job, but he was grateful nonetheless. It was far preferable to spending his time at the tavern.

After completing the first and second floors, Emeriel found himself on the third floor.

Having not yet familiarized himself with all the corridors and their destinations, he was taken aback when he discovered where the floor he was cleaning led to.

He recognized the familiar paintings and the foreboding hallways.

The fourth wing.

The forbidden chambers lay within that second hallway. Goosebumps prickled his arms.

Just clean that hallway as quickly as possible and be done with it. The sooner, the better.

Emeriel tightly grasped his broom crafted from bundled twigs and resumed his work. The bristles swept across the cold stones,stirring up clouds of dust. As he progressed, he used pieces of clothing to dust and clean as he went along.

Upon reaching the forbidden chambers, he halted, noticing the absence of soldiers and trays of untouched food strewn across the floor.

Why is this place so deserted?It was morning, and Grand Lord Vladya was in court, so there was no reason for the soldiers to be absent.

Perhaps the beast had been relocated?

Emeriel couldn't resist. His legs moved instinctively until he arrived at the imposing metal gates. A gasp escaped him, and he took two steps back.

The oak door stood wide open, and behind it, the beast's eyes locked onto Emeriel.

"I could leave," he whispered aloud. "I could depart from this hall and pretend I had already completed my cleaning."

Shaking his head, he surveyed his surroundings. Any hope of leaving vanished.

The two paintings hanging on the walls were coated in dust, and the stone wall required thorough wiping. The lion head at the end of the hallway appeared equally neglected. And the floor itself...

He nervously bit his lip, stealing another glance at the beast.

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