“This is as far as we go,” Livia whispered at the entrance of the hallway. “You can proceed from here, Aekeira.”
Emeriel ignored the head maid’s words about not touching his sister and gripped Aekeira’s arm tightly. “Don’t do it,” he pleaded, shaking his head vehemently.
Aekeira did not turn to look at him. She gently pulled her hand away and continued forward.
Back at their chambers, Emeriel began to pace.
He scratched his arm, feeling restless and irritable.
All he wanted was for his sister to remain alive until the next day.
Whether she was wounded or in pain, it didn’t matter, as long as she was alive. It might have been selfish of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
But as he paced, Emeriel felt really, really strange.
Hot. So hot.
As if he was burning from the inside.
PRINCESS AEKEIRA
The forbidden chambers were engulfed in pitch-black darkness. Unable to see anything, Aekeira’s fear skyrocketed.
But she could sense she was not alone. Something was watching her. Goosebumps spread across her body, a primal awareness of danger prickling her skin. With trembling hands, Aekeira began to undress. The Urekais possessed exceptional night vision, and she was certain this beast could see her clearly.
“Present to the beast. You might survive if you present well,” the words of the older woman echoed in her mind. Naked, she fell to her knees, her body trembling uncontrollably. She lowered her upper body until her shoulder pressed against the cool floor, spreading her knees wide to expose herself fully.
“Don’t present your anus,” the older woman had instructed her earlier, as she poured copious amounts of liquid into Aekeira’s intimate area for lubrication. “There is no consciousness within the beast. Only sex, bloodfeeding, and killing.”
Aekeira let out a long breath, trying to steady her shaking body. “He won’t bloodfeed from you. His bloodhost came yesterday,” she reminded herself, clinging to the small comfort. Carefully, she avoided touching her buttocks, instead grasping just beyond them, reaching for her vaginal folds and spreading them apart as much as her awkward position allowed.
A low growl rumbled from the darkness of the room. Aekeira cried out, startled. It sounded much closer than she had anticipated. Trembling like a leaf, she stared ahead into the impenetrable blackness, awaiting the inevitable. The position she held was uncomfortable, but Livia had instructed her to maintain it for as long as possible.
Suddenly, a large hand rested on her small hip. The shadow behind her was enormous, a towering figure looming ominously. Aekeira held her breath, her terror reaching new heights. The beast sniffed her, then stilled. It sniffed again, its growl intensifying-as if it had caught another scent? Before Aekeira could process the thought, the beast pressed its cold nose against her arm and inhaled deeply. It was the same spot where Emeriel had held her before they parted ways.
A loud snarl echoed behind her, and then the beast mounted her, thrusting inside with brutal force. Aekeira screamed in agony as the creature ravaged her mercilessly, mindlessly, its actions driven by primal instinct.
The pain was excruciating, unlike anything she had ever endured. Her screams reverberated through the silence, shaking the walls. The beast continued to sniff her arm, groaning and snarling. It wanted more of that scent, but its frustration grew as it couldn’t get enough. Its movements were inhuman-fast, forceful, and relentless, as if it sought to penetrate Aekeira’s very soul.
“Please!!!” she screamed, her voice breaking under the weight of her terror. Her small body felt utterly consumed by the creature. It was a true beast, its hard scales pressing against her skin, its limbs like tree trunks, and its talons as sharp as daggers. She feared they would slice into her at any moment, given how tightly it held her.
“Oh, divine gods, I’m going to die!” she thought, her mind spiraling into despair.
Prince Emeriel sensed that something was terribly wrong. Whatever was happening to him had worsened over the past hour, even before Aekeira’s anguished screams pierced the night. He wanted nothing more than to rush into the forbidden chambers and rescue his sister, but his body was wracked with pain. To his confusion, he was also overwhelmed by an unbearable arousal.
At some point, Emeriel had stripped off his clothes. The sensation of fabric against his burning skin had become intolerable. Now, he lay curled up on the bed, suffering through another wave of pain and desire. They came in relentless waves, each more intense than the last. “No, no, please,” he cried out, his voice trembling as the agony twisted his body. His muscles stiffened as the pain coursed through him, focusing particularly on his most sensitive areas.
Emeriel’s feminine parts felt as though they were engulfed in flames, the itching sensation unbearable. Scratching with his fingers, as he had tried repeatedly, only made the pain worse.
“I want to touch myself down there,” he thought, a thought that had never crossed his mind before. Now, it consumed him entirely. Except for the white cloth tightly binding his breasts, he was completely naked. Even his chest caused him discomfort. With shaky hands, Emeriel untied the chest bind, giving in to instinct as he caressed his own breasts, his fingers teasing his nipples.
Emeriel cried out as waves of sweet pleasure coursed through him, a sensation both unfamiliar and overwhelming. “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he thought, his mind clouded with confusion and desire. In the distance, Aekeira’s screams pierced the air, sharp and agonizing. He whimpered at the sound, his heart aching for her. He had never heard her scream like this before-so raw, so full of terror.
“Gods, I need to save my poor sister before that beast kills her,” he thought desperately. But no matter how hard he tried, his body refused to obey. Pain and pleasure held him captive, rendering him immobile.
“Somebody… help,” he cried, his voice trembling. His hand moved instinctively, pinching his engorged nipples as he gasped at the conflicting sensations. “Oh, by the sky, what’s wrong with me!?” he thought, his mind spiraling in a mix of fear, guilt, and helplessness.
SLAVE AMIE
Amie did her best to ignore the screams.
They always made her uncomfortable, reminding her of the sickening things the slave masters did to her at the barn.
She simply needed to pick up the bathing oil she had forgotten after running a bath for Princess Aekeira. As she approached the quarters, she heard muffled cries, filled with agony.
The cries grew louder as she drew closer. Amie quickened her pace, following the sound until she reached the end of the hallway.
She stood outside the closed door of Princess Aekeira’s chambers. Wasn’t Prince Emeriel the only person in there?
Amie opened the door and entered the room.
A female figure lay on the bed, facing away from her, writhing in pain.
The figure was partially unclothed, with some sort of chest binds around her upper body. Long, jet-black hair surrounded her, her body glistening with sweat.
The figure convulsed and let out a loud sob.
“Are you alright?” Amie’s voice trembled softly as she approached the figure on the bed. Only whimpering sounds answered her.
Amie moved closer to the front of the figure and froze.
“Prince Emeriel?” Amie couldn’t believe her eyes.
She blinked hard to clear her vision. Perhaps cleaning the whole floor of the Westside yesterday with barely any break in between had been a bad idea. I’m definitely seeing things.
But even after the third blink, the figure didn’t change. It was still Prince Emeriel… as a girl.
A girl.
“Help me,” Prince Emeriel cried, his voice strained. Fresh tears filled his eyes. “Somebody… please help me.”
Right. Amie had almost forgotten about his pain.
“Are you sick? How do you feel? Should I fetch the healer?” she asked, turning toward the door.
“No, don’t call anyone! No one… can… see… me like this,” he panted, his hand gripping the cloth wrapped tightly around his chest. “I hurt everywhere. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” At only nineteen years old, Amie, one of the slaves, was often mocked by the others for being slow-witted. This was likely why she struggled to fully grasp what Prince Emeriel was saying.
“I need to inform Madam Livia,” she thought to herself, her mind racing.
“Hang in there, I’ll be back!” Amie exclaimed before swiftly running off, leaving Emeriel alone in his torment.
Prince Emeriel panted through another painful spasm that clenched his belly and radiated down to his most intimate areas. Despite his fear of someone discovering his secret and Amie’s intention to fetch help, he couldn’t muster the energy to panic. The pain was overwhelming, consuming him entirely and leaving no room for anything else.
“I can’t take this anymore!” he thought, desperation clawing at him.
Shifting onto his back, Emeriel spread his legs and pressed a finger firmly against the swollen, throbbing nub between his legs. A spark of pleasure tingled down his spine, catching him off guard.
“Oh? Interesting,” he murmured, his voice trembling.
He repeated the motion, crying out as the pleasure intensified. Soon, Emeriel was rubbing his oversensitive clit, unable to stifle his moans as his back arched off the bed. He explored his body, listening to its responses, repeating every touch that brought him relief. Before long, an orgasm washed over him, momentarily drowning out the pain.
“Yes, so good. So good,” he whispered, his body finally relaxing.
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