Why is my body so attuned to this feral?
The beast’s manhood stood erect and heavy, curved at the tip-red, angry, and glistening with precum. Although Emeriel was afraid of the intimidating weapon before him, a rush of liquid flooded from between his legs, coating the portion of the bed beneath him.
Seeing himself so exposed, with his feminine parts laid bare, it was difficult for Emeriel to perceive himself as male at that moment. So hard for him to view himself as the disguise he had lived his entire life.
Plump breasts, elongated and sensitive nipples, a bare vagina, and a swollen, glistening clitoris-all he saw was the female she truly was. A terrified, aroused female who was about to be mounted by the most feared beast in Urekai. The gods help me, she thought.
GRAND LORD VLADYA
Standing at the outskirts of the southern wing, Lord Vladya gazed up at the starry night sky. Ottai had departed to join the festival, but Vladya had chosen to remain behind. In the distance, the sounds of merriment reached his ears as his people reveled in the festivities. It brought him some peace.
These days, it took a great deal to bring happiness to their people. Centuries may have passed, but the horrors that had befallen the Urekai on that fateful night remained etched in their memories. Time was fleeting for them, so they did not easily forget the losses they had endured. Thus, whenever they managed to find joy in anything, it was welcomed.
Vladya was troubled. Why had Daemonikai sought out the boy? True, the boy emitted an unusual scent-an incredibly enticing one, faint yet present. Almost like the scent Urekai females have during mini-heat. Such a thing was impossible. Vladya dismissed the thought.
But still. Why would the beast single out the boy? It was highly unusual for a feral Urekai beast to seek out a specific individual. Their minds simply did not operate in such a manner.
“By the gods. Please, Lord Vladya, I beg of you!” The female’s sobbing voice came from behind.
Vladya ignored the human princess. In the wake of recent events, the girl’s fear of him seemed to have taken a back seat. Her concern for her sibling had become paramount. The princess had followed him persistently since he departed the chamber, beseeching him to return and rescue her brother.
The girl dropped to her knees before him. “I am willing to do anything. I shall pay whatever price you demand. Please, save him!”
Vladya spun around to face her. Whether it was the festive atmosphere, the throbbing headache pounding at his temples, or the recent encounter with the beast, his patience was wearing thin.
Daemon’s beast, he couldn’t say. But for some reason, he found himself unable to summon the anger that usually surged within him in the presence of humans.
Perhaps it was because he understood the need to save someone dear to you, even knowing deep down that you cannot save them. Perhaps it was because he knew what it felt like to love someone dearly, the desire to shield them from all harm.
But all he felt now was weariness as he regarded the once-human princess. Her face was swollen, streaked with smeared makeup, tainted red by grief, and dampened by tears.
“Aekeira, you cannot save him now. You can only hope that he retains even the smallest flicker of life when the beast is finished with him,” he told her once again.
He had uttered those words repeatedly to the stubborn female, but they yielded the same effect. She cried louder, staring at the path leading to her brother with longing, and began her plea once more.
The young slave girl whom he had sent to Livia’s chambers returned, bearing a potion with her. “Here it is, my lord.”
“Give it to her,” he gestured to the female kneeling before him. Then, to Aekeira, he ordered in a calm tone, “Drink it. It will help you calm down.”
“No! No, I do NOT wish to calm down! I want to save my brother, I-“
“I cannot help your brother if you don’t take that potion, Aekeira,” he interjected, his tone steady.
The girl’s brown eyes widened, and she quickly accepted the potion, consuming its contents. “Will you help Em?” Her voice was small, filled with hope.
“Yes.” In a way, it wasn’t a lie.
Vladya had no intention of going in there to rescue the boy. But if the boy were to scream, his sister might act rashly, endangering herself, her brother, and half the people in Ravenshadow tonight. That was something he could not allow to happen.
Within seconds, the princess’s eyes grew heavy, her head drooping dizzily. The next moment, she was fast asleep. A soldier hastened forward. “I will take her away, my lord.” He bowed, preparing to do so.
“No.” With just one word, the soldier halted instantly. “I will take her.”
Lifting the girl into his arms, Vladya took a step forward but stilled. A wave of hunger crashed over him. It was subtle, yet surprising.
He did not feel any attraction towards humans. Hatred was the only emotion he had harbored towards their kind for a very long time. And that was how he wanted to remain.
But as he walked out of Frostfall and into Blackstone, questions flooded his mind.
Why had the beast gone after that young human male? No matter how hard he pondered, he could not fathom a reason for it.
Daemonikai had never shown interest in males during his lifetime, and even if he had, it would not be sufficient reason for his feral to seek out one single male.
Could the boy be Daemonikai’s Soulbond?
He snorted. Why would I even entertain such a thought? Vladya would have chuckled if he were capable of laughter. The idea was so preposterous it bordered on the absurd.
Soulbonds were incredibly rare. So rare, in fact, that many believed them to be extinct. Only a handful of bondmates in his time had been Soulbonds, and Vladya had lived for nearly four thousand years.
And a man being a bondmate to another male? It was simply impossible. Right?
Even if, by some miracle, the boy were a syren and Daemonikai’s Soulbond, it still would not explain why the wild beast would recognize him. The beast was feral now. Mindless. Devoid of thought.
Ferals were known to even kill their bondmates and offspring. So, what in the name of Ukrae was happening here?
EMERIEL
The beast climbed onto the bed, its red, intimidating manhood pointing straight at Emeriel. She whimpered, trying to squeeze her legs together, but the beast growled angrily, causing Emeriel to freeze in place.
When the beast came closer again, she scrambled up and got down on her hands and knees, her body shaking with fear and the fever of the heat coursing through her veins. She grabbed the skin near her vaginal folds and spread them apart, presenting herself to the beast.
It howled loudly.
Emeriel jerked but did not break her position. She felt utterly exposed, all her intimate parts vulnerable and laid bare for the beast’s use. Her opening quivered, slick with liquid and clenching at nothing.
A cold nose pressed against her womanhood, and she yelped in surprise. A hot tongue licked her core thoroughly.
“Oh heavens, oh heavens, oh heavens!!! The beast has its face against my privates,” she thought, a horrified scream rising to her throat. She swallowed it down, terrified. What if it takes a bite? Or sinks those huge fangs into my skin?
She whined, biting into the soft bedding to keep from making another sound… or doing anything that might anger the king beast.
Growls rose from its throat as it licked her there, over and over again. Slurping loudly, hungrily, as if it were starving and she was its meal. It could not get enough.
Its tongue was not human-like. It felt forked and seemed to have spikes. Emeriel was too numb to feel any sensation the licking might have evoked. She was too frightened, too overwhelmed by the heat, and simply too everything else to process whatever pain it might have caused. And for that, she was quite grateful.
Paws grabbed her, spreading her legs even wider and holding her in place. It licked her even deeper than before, its tongue circling around her opening, drinking all the wetness there as if it were dying of thirst. The beast purred like a mellow kitten snacking on its favorite meal.
“Please,” Emeriel cried, squeezing her eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable. It would take a bite out of her at any moment. No one savored food this long without taking a bite.
Pushing its tongue into her opening, the beast pressed down, and an unexpected flood of pleasure swept through Emeriel. Her eyes snapped open, going wide.
The beast did it again, its forked tongue pushing into her opening and swirling around. “Noo…!” she yelped, trying to pull away. But its grip tightened on her thighs, holding her down effortlessly as it licked inside, sucking all of her wetness from the very source into its mouth.
“Oooooh, godsss, what is it doing!?” Emeriel shrieked inwardly, freaking out at the unnatural response of her body.
But her fright didn’t stop the pleasure. It grew, spreading and overcoming the numbness. Her heat had dulled too. The beast’s actions had somehow calmed the persistent hotness.
Its forked tongue pressed against a gland inside her, making her see stars. She squealed, trying to pull away. The sensation was too intense-so pleasurable it was almost painful. Surely, this feeling was not normal. It simply could not be.
The beast purred, pressing hard against her gland again. The tight feeling inside her dissolved into millions of ecstatic sparks as Emeriel came with a scream. A gush of liquid flowed from her as she released. The beast drank it all, greedily. Its tongue worked fast and enthusiastically inside her virgin body.
“It’s too much!” Emeriel felt as if she was going to come out of her own body.
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