Page 180 of The Princess and Her Grand King

Ottai moved forward, lifting the thrashing Aekeira into his arms as she kicked and screamed.

“No! Let me down!How could you do this to me, Vladya!?”she wailed as Ottai carried her down the hallway. Her voice grew distant, fading into silence.

Alone, Vladya’s hand clenched on the doorknob, another earsplitting scream echoed through the air.

He could hear the unmistakable sound of flesh meeting flesh. Hard thrusts that were impossibly fast.

Leaning against the door, Vladya squeezed his eyes shut.I hope to hell her body produces enough moisture for this, and she never dries up for even a second.

“How could this happen?” he groaned quietly, anguish leaking from his voice. “Does this mean his mind was never fully healed from feral? How could this happen?”

Inside, the beast let out a particularly high, deep grunt—a sign of orgasm.

The princess's screams dissolved into high, shaky cries. Even in her agony, his semen triggered her release.

For a few seconds, there was blessed silence.

Then the strokes began again. Hard and fast, without relent.

And so did her screams.

Time stretched painfully.

At a point, Emeriel’s screams cut off abruptly, even as the relentless thrusts persisted. Vladya knew she had lost consciousness.

Thank the gods.

He slid to the floor, resting his head against the wall as he tried to breathe evenly.

“Is he still at it?” Ottai asked with dread as he approached.

Vladya didn’t answer, knowing Ottai’s sensitive hearing could provide the answer.

Ottai paled. “It’s been three hours.”

Three hours?Vladya glanced at the far window. The sun had indeed set.

“Her screams have stopped. What if she’s…” Ottai trailed off, swallowing hard. He suddenly looked every bit his three thousand years.

“She’s not dead. Just lost consciousness again.”

“How can you tell?”

“I’m older, descending into madness soon, my hearing is off the charts.” Then, with a bitter chuckle, he added, “Although the madness part… it seems Daemonikai beats me to it yet again.”

“Don’t even joke about it, the grand king is NOT feral again,” Ottai hissed, sitting beside him. “He is not!”

Vladya didn't say a word. Knowing beneath all that anger was fear. And uncertainty. Ottai was trying to convince himself.

“How could this happen?” Ottai palmed his face as his voice broke. “He found happiness again. He was truly happy. Feral symptoms show when one has no joy, no colors left in their world. Or when something sudden and tragic shoves them into it. Daemonikai experiencednoneof these things. So how…howcould he lose his mind again?”

“I don’t know, Tee. I really don’t,” Vladya said hoarsely. “My theory is… maybe he never truly healed from it.”

“What if it’s dark magic?” Ottai said. “What if someone did this to him?”

Vladya shook his head again, not knowing what to say. At this point, it could be anything.

Ottai spoke again. “Dark magic leaves traces, right?”

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