Page 89 of The Slave in A Princess Disguise

King Daemonikai kept moving, as she heard a loud groan, his manhood expanding. He filled her completely as his knot grew, pressing and mashing against every nerve ending inside her until stars exploded behind her eyes. Without coming down from the first orgasm, she was thrown into another.

Yelling as it crashed through her, her fingers dug into her beloved's skin.Oh....!Emeriel's brain shut down, her entire world narrowing to the sensations threatening to kill her.

"You're doing good, my slutty little princess. Taking me so well. Fuck, look at you..." The king's hand ran soothingly down her back, but Emeriel could barely feel it amidst the attack to her senses.

As he released warm ropes of seed directly into her womb, triggering another powerful release, Emeriel must have lost her mind for a while.

When awareness returned, his knot locked them together already. He was leaning against the chair while she was slumped over him, their breath coming in heavy gasps. Her body still jerked from the aftershocks, so hypersensitive that even the air brushing against her seemed too much. Her own release had created a river on his thighs.

She hoped he wouldn't move; Emeriel wasn't sure how much more she could take. And yet, he did. Hips rocking repeatedly, his knot tugging and gliding against her hypersensitive, overstimulated walls producing feelings like mini-orgasms that wouldn't stop.

"Please...!" she sobbed when she couldn't take more, shuddering badly and clawing at his shoulders. "Oh, please!"

A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of King Daemonikai's devilishly handsome face."I know there's still one more release I can draw from you, darling."

"I can't... please, I can't take anymore," Emeriel cried, her muscles clenched so tightly they began to cramp.

"If you're going to steal my dick while I sleep, make sure you can stand all I give you while I'm awake, dear Galilea."

Paying her no heed, he moved…a slow, languid roll of his hips flooding her with raw, harsh bliss. She hissed, squirming against him, but there was nowhere to go. He gave her no choice but to endure it.

Whimpers slipped from her throat as the tension built. Eyes rolling back into her head, Emeriel came soundlessly, fingers clenching and unclenching, legs twitching uncontrollably.

The edges of her vision shimmered white, the world blurring around the edges, and as she slipped into darkness, a thought lingered.

My beloved is one hell of a beast. In more ways than one.

Chapter twenty-five

STOLEN PASSION

Withinfinitecare,LordVladya settled the swaddled infant into the mother's waiting arms, who then passed the bundle to the hovering nursemaid.

"I am ready to nourish you. Allow me but a moment to assume the posture for the Sacred Ways of Old," Lady Merrilyn said.

"There will be no need for that," Lord Vladya’s voice was hoarse, but he cleared his throat, steadying it. "When you’re in perfect health, we shall attempt it. Until then, the regular manner of feeding shall suffice."

The sacred ways of old?Aekeira filed the question away in her mind for her next visit to the library.

"Are you certain? I do not mind in the least.” Lady Merrilyn smiled. “I worry about you, dear Vlad, a lot."

"You had major complications during the birth, remember?” Lord Vladya eyed her. “It's why you're on bedrest. I worry for you too, Merry, and I would do nothing to jeopardize your health. Now, feed me."

"As my master wishes." She extended her pale, slender hand, which Lord Vladya grasped, helping her to settle on the bed's edge. With a gentle sweep, she drew her hair aside, revealing the tender skin of her neck.

The feeding was as intimate as ever, marked by Lady Merilyn's moans of pleasure and the occasional low growls from Lord Vladya's throat. Aekeira felt a rush of arousal, flushed and warm, her body responding as though she were witnessing sexual intimacy.

And when Lady Merilyn began to beg him to mount her, Aekeira squirmed uncomfortably on her feet, trying desperately to focus her gaze anywhere but on their intimate exchange. Lord Vladya denied lady Merrilyn's pleas, holding her still as he fed.

By the time he retracted his fangs, sealed the wound, and pulled away, Aekeira felt uncomfortably hot, fighting the urge to shed the confining layers of her garment. If they smelled her arousal, they showed no sign, each caught in their own battle of lust and control.

"Thank you, Merry," Lord Vladya said softly, assisting the lady to recline once more.

"Thank you for resisting, master, but it would be best for you to depart now. I am not myself. I still wish to tear your clothes off," she murmured, eyes closed.

"Indeed. Henry will return soon, but for now, it’s perhaps best if you indulge in self-pleasure. You are yet not ready for sexual exertions."

They conversed as though Aekeira wasn't there. She doubted if Lord Vladya remembered her presence.

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