The pain dulled, and for the first time since he had left the forbidden chamber, his foggy mind began to clear slightly.
“What will I do about Amie?” he wondered, his thoughts now turning to the consequences of her discovery.
Emeriel rose and cleaned himself up as best he could. The basin was empty, and he needed to wash. Grimacing, he put on his soiled clothes, then hoisted the sturdy wooden bucket with a firm grip and headed out, his mind still racing with uncertainty.
Emeriel stepped out of the chamber to find the well.
The night air was alive, far from the hush of silence one might expect. The harsh commands of the slave masters punctuated the darkness, their relentless pursuit of productivity never ceasing, even under the cloak of night.
They drove their slaves mercilessly, the sound of clanking chains mingling with the distant, sorrowful groans echoing in the air.
Navigating with cautious steps, Emeriel found the hidden route that descended into the bowels of the compound, leading to the backyard. There, he filled the bucket with water.
But, upon re-entering the fortress and the chambers, it dawned on Emeriel.
Aekeira’s voice. It was gone.
Panic gripped his heart. Could my sister be dead?
I need to clean up quickly and go to her!
But as Emeriel reached for the wooden bucket, that all-too-familiar hotness stirred in his lower belly again. “What!?” he shrieked. “No, no, no, not again!”
In a matter of seconds, a fresh wave of spasms crashed through him.
He doubled over in sheer pain. Though he did everything within his power to distract himself from the agony, nothing worked.
Abandoning his bucket, he pulled an old, dust-coated book with shaky hands from the drawer of the chamber’s solitary table, hoping to lose himself in its pages. Yet, the effort proved vain.
Tension knotted in his stomach. The discomfort made it impossible for him to focus.
One particular thought clawed at him. One that had no business disturbing him but refused to let go.
Which of these Urekai I’ve met could be the beast from my dreams?
Is he real?
Yes, they were all large and intimidating, but deep down, Emeriel knew none of the ones he’d met matched the presence he felt in those vivid nightmares. Lord Vladya came close, but it wasn’t him.
Who was it?
He dragged a hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh.
“What nonsense am I even thinking?” Emeriel’s thoughts raced, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and desperation. Restlessly, he shifted his position, pressing his legs together in a vain attempt to ease the relentless ache. But the more he tried, the worse it became. Nothing seemed to work!
If only the Urekai from his dreams were here. Would he be able to quench this fire burning within Emeriel’s most intimate parts? The memory of that deep, commanding voice echoed in his mind: “You are mine. Meant to be on your knees for me. On your back. To be fuqked so hard your legs quake. Drill into you until your holes are open, gaping for me. You were meant to beg for my dick all the time. Only mine.”
An orgasm tore through him, ripping a broken cry from his lips as his entire body shook uncontrollably. Moments later, Emeriel found himself sprawled naked on the floor, his fingers vigorously rubbing his sensitive clit. Even his chest-binds lay discarded, forgotten in his desperation. He had lost count of how many orgasms he had experienced, yet true relief remained elusive.
Each time, the brief respite was fleeting, and the relentless agony returned with a vengeance. The pleasure, once intense, now dulled with each wave, while the pain grew more profound, sharper than before. He didn’t know how much longer he could endure this torment. His arm ached from the constant rubbing, and his clit burned, raw and red from the unending abuse.
Sweat and tears mingled as he lay helpless on the floor, his body consumed by excruciating pain. Emeriel wouldn’t wish this agony upon his worst enemy. When the door swung open and two figures entered, he had to blink repeatedly to clear his blurry vision enough to discern them.
“Oh, she’s in an even worse state than before! I told you, Madam Livia,” Amie’s voice echoed faintly as she drew nearer.
“By the gods…” Madam Livia’s shocked voice followed, her hand flying to cover her mouth. “He’s truly a woman.”
“I told you so, Madam,” Amie replied, bending down to hover over Emeriel. “Are you alright, Princess Emeriel?”
“N-no!” Emeriel wanted to shout, but his voice came out as a feeble whisper, filled with exhaustion. “D-don’t call me that.”
“How long has she been like this?” Madam Livia asked, her eyes wide with concern as she approached cautiously to observe him.
“I don’t know, Madam Livia. I found her like this and rushed out to find you. Do you know what’s afflicting him?” The servant’s voice was tinged with urgency, and Emeriel’s eyes flickered with hope as he looked expectantly at Livia.
“I’m not certain yet,” the head maid replied. “Amie, help me. Let’s move her to the bed.”
The young girl hurried to comply. Together, they shifted Emeriel’s weakened form back onto the bed, though he scarcely felt the coolness of the mattress against his back. His relentless self-stimulation continued, his body trembling as his womanhood convulsed, slick with moisture.
Another orgasm wracked his body, and Emeriel cried out, overwhelmed by the bewildering mix of pain and pleasure coursing through him. When the episode finally passed, he was left only partially conscious, his breaths shallow and uneven.
Madam Livia gazed at the girl lying on the bed, carefully assessing her condition. At sixty-four years old, having served as a guardian to countless Urekai maids and overseen the training of numerous human slaves, there weren’t many things that could truly surprise her anymore. However, this situation left her astonished-speechless, even.
Yes, she had heard stories of females disguising themselves as males before. It was not a common occurrence, but it was not unheard of either. Those who were discovered faced severe punishments in all the human kingdoms, often leading to public executions. Thus, while rare, it was not entirely unprecedented.
But she had never expected to encounter someone who had successfully lived under such a disguise for over two decades without being caught. What was even more astonishing was that Emeriel had lived right under the nose of King Orestus. Livia found herself genuinely astounded.
Though this revelation was only a small fraction of her overall surprise, it now made sense. The ethereal beauty possessed by Prince Emeriel was truly remarkable. Livia had always thought the boy was far too pretty when she first caught sight of him earlier in the day. And Emeriel was undeniably brave. It took a significant amount of courage to live like this for so long.
Livia couldn’t help but feel a sense of pity for what awaited Emeriel in this kingdom. The Urekai lords and slave masters would stop at nothing to devour her when faced with such a captivating appearance.
Nevertheless, the princely attire had done an admirable job of concealing the feminine curves the young woman possessed. And she had curves aplenty-voluptuous and enticing, with generously rounded buttocks.
Emeriel let out a pitiful moan, blinking wearily. Slowly, she rose to her hands and knees, her limbs trembling. Pressing her upper body against the bed, she gripped her buttocks and parted them. “Take me, please,” she cried out, her voice desperate and broken.
“It’s all instinct, right? This need to present?” Madam Livia asked, trying to make sense of the situation. Surely, it couldn’t be… but all the evidence pointed to that conclusion. The little prince had been desperately masturbating, attempting to relieve her own anguish for the better part of the night.
“Yes,” Emeriel nodded vigorously, her voice trembling. “I’m in pain. I want something inside,” she pleaded, thrusting her body toward Livia. “Please, please…!”
“Unfortunately, I am not in the position to help you,” Livia told her gently. At this, the girl began to sob uncontrollably. Uncurling from her position, Emeriel laid down on the bed and began to hump the sheets furiously. Her hips moved with desperation as she whimpered, her teary eyes tightly closed.
A mating heat cycle. Poor thing. Whether it was a mini-heat or a full-blown heat remained to be determined. Judging by the way the girl had rubbed herself raw from self-stimulation, her reddened nipples, and the relentless intensification of her heat, Livia would have guessed it was a full heat. But since it was probably her first heat-considering the sheer confusion in the girl’s tired eyes-it was likely a mini-heat that had simply come on too strong.
For Emeriel’s sake, Livia fervently hoped to the sky that it was merely a mini-heat.
A distressed gasp escaped the girl’s throat, and panic once again filled her eyes. “I think it’s happening again,” Amie exclaimed, her own expression filled with terror.
Emeriel clutched her belly, doubling over and emitting a cry of agony. Quickly adjusting her position, her desperate fingers rested on her bruised clitoris, tears welling in her eyes as she rubbed in jerky, frantic motions.
Livia grasped her hand, halting the frenzied movement. “Allow me,” she said softly.
“Please…! Please. I t-think I’m dying,” Emeriel pleaded, her eyes wide with fear.
“It would surely feel like death, little prince. But I can assure you of your survival,” Livia reassured her. She sank a finger into the girl’s drenched and eager opening, pausing as Emeriel’s eyes rolled back into her head.
She convulsed around Livia’s finger, unleashing a piercing scream of release. Livia kept moving her fingers inside Emeriel, searching for… Ah, there it was. Her gland was swollen, desperate. Livia pressed hard on that slippery nub inside her.
Emeriel let out another piercing scream, her body twitching and writhing uncontrollably. Livia deduced she was having another orgasm. Thick moisture spilled out from Emeriel’s tight passage, forming a small pool beneath her.
Livia continued fingering her, stimulating her, now aiming for the new gland that set her apart from other humans. It didn’t take long for a third orgasm to follow. Emeriel gyrated her hips, the tension uncoiling from her body as her shout echoed throughout the chamber.
As the tension drained from her small frame, the girl passed out, her body finally succumbing to exhaustion. Taking advantage of the moment, Livia carefully inserted another finger, skillfully avoiding the girl’s hymen, to assess the state of her inner body.
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