Page 41 of The Slave in A Princess Disguise

"My king," the boy moaned, going limp in the stronger male's embrace. The moment stretched, charged with pure lust, tension, and surrender.

Finally, the king pulled away. "Get on the bed. Lie down," he ordered, his voice husky with desire.

The boy hesitated, a flicker of panic in his eyes.

Why panic?Alviara wondered.Is this not what he desired? The boy clearly harbors some kind of affection for their ruler.

But in the end, he obeyed. The human boy moved towards the bed and laid down beside her, his body rigid, but his eyes held arousal.

As he settled in, Alviara noticed something odd. The boy had no scent.

Huh. So he was one of those strange ones.

Shouldn't his lack of scent be vexing King Daemonikai? Shouldn't he be repelled by the boy instead of drawing him close?

"Now, you.” King Daemonikai finally looked at Alviara. “Lay atop him, your back to me."

She did as told, positioning herself between the boy's thighs, her core pressing against him. The boy wasn't even hard, Alviara noticed with a pang of sympathy.

The king finally joined them, his hands strong as they parted Alviara’s legs, and he pushed into her.

Alviara couldn't suppress a moan. The heady scent of his pheromones, combined with his touch, sent her desire spiraling.

As he began to thrust, his intense eyes remained locked on the boy's face. Each powerful thrust pounded them into the bed, rattling the frame. He might be inside her—Alviara could feel the force of his movements and the pleasure coursing through her—but she was not the one he was truly mounting.

The boy's face was flushed, blue eyes dilated with lust. As the king's pace grew hard, so did the boy's musk. An erotic, intoxicating smell that thickened heavily in the air.

Then, the grand king practically folded Alviara in half as he leaned forward capturing the boy's lips with his own.

The human cried out. Not wanting to suffocate, Alviara twisted her upper body to the right, allowing the king to rest half atop her. This gave him better access to the boy and allowed Alviara to breathe easier, while witnessing everything unfolding.

The kiss was raw and filthy. King Daemonikai devoured the boy's lips, his hips snapping forward, fucking into her like a savage animal.

Alviara's new position was not entirely comfortable, but it was tolerable. She was far too enraptured by this unexpected threesome.

Yet, at the same time, the pleasure was becoming too much for her to remain still. She needed to climax. Alviara began to move her hips. That was when she noticed it.

Wetness.

The boy beneath her was very wet. Clearly aroused, but there was no sign of an erection. It wasn't the boy's muscles or bones pressing against her chest, but tightly bound breasts.

The boy was actually a girl.

She stopped moving, her head clearing a little. Baffled, Alviara took a closer look at the pretty boy. His features were delicate and smooth, long lashes framing his almond-shaped eyes. There was subtle hints of femininity in his appearance.

It wasn't until this moment that she truly focused on the nuances of his musk. While arousal scents are not inherently gendered, his possessed a delicate sweetness... a faint floral undertone that differed from the sharper, more aggressive scents of most males. It was faint, but they all are. Alviara could only discern this because she knew what to channel for.

King Daemonikai hit a particular sweet spot inside Alviara, sending waves of pleasure through her, making her cry out. Her thoughts jumbled and fizzled out as she became lost in the moment.

Alviara would contemplate this discovery later. But for now, all she could focus on was the potent sensation coursing through her body.

She rotated her hips in a circular motion, grinding her swollen nub against the boy's—the girl's.

A moan slipped from the boy's—girl's—lips, which the king swallowed as he continued to ravage them, thrusting them into the mattress.

Alviara lost herself in the moment, dancing to the tune of pleasure ignited within her body, even though she knew they had likely forgotten her presence. The way he kissed the human, his arms possessive on the girl's body, though baffling, was simply hot.

Reaching her climax, Alviara arched her body, crying out in ecstasy.

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