As she awaited Amie’s return, Emeriel endured. The first contraction hit, even more intense than the previous ones, and by the time she emerged from it, Emeriel found herself curled up on the ground, trembling like a leaf.
The second contraction came just a few minutes later, and Emeriel had to bite down on the back of her hand to stifle her screams of agony.
Oh, the sky, so much pain…
In that moment, she realized she was fighting a losing battle. She needed something inside her. And she needed it urgently.
Before she knew it, she’d risen, her body moving of its own accord.
As if her body instinctively knew what it desired, while her sluggish mind struggled to keep up. Her legs led the way, while her body followed.
AMIE
“Where is she?” Madam Livia asked as soon as they turned into the hallway where Amie had left Emeriel.
“I left her here, madam,” Amie whirled around as if she expected Emeriel to magically appear. In a much lower voice, she added, “She agreed to stay.”
Without hesitation, Madam Livia began searching for her as Amie trailed behind her.
Their footsteps echoed through the corridors as they scoured the bedroom and slave quarters. However, their efforts proved fruitless. She was nowhere to be found.
“Maybe she took my initial suggestion,” Amie said, breaking the silence.
“And what might that be?”
“I told her that she could meet the soldiers for relief,” Amie confessed, her cheeks reddening as she lowered her head.
Madam Livia snorted. “What are you doing awake and wandering around here anyway?”
“Nothing!” Amie said, all too quickly. “Absolutely nothing. I was merely heading to relieve myself when I stumbled upon Prin-Emeriel.”
The older woman paused, studying Amie closely. She couldn’t meet her gaze.
“Are the guards bothering you again? You know that you can confide in me, right? I would report them and ensure they face punishment.”
Amie was well aware of that. She had reported incidents before, and true to her word, Madam Livia had demoted the guard to sentry.
But no one had informed her about the consequences of exposing soldiers and slave masters. Amie learned the hard way. “Of course, Madam Livia. Nothing is happening at all.”
The head maid resumed walking but surprised Amie when she reached the intersection and took the path leading to the fourth wing.
Why would Prince Emeriel go to the fourth wing?
A moment later, Amie couldn’t hold her curiosity any longer. “Um… Madam Livia? Why are we heading towards the Abyss land?”
Madam Livia remained silent as they continued walking. As Amie prepared to ask the question again, she heard hushed voices.
“Leave me alone,” a shaky, familiar tiny voice said.
“Why does this slave have such a sweet scent? It’s almost as if she’s in heat,” a deep male voice remarked.
“Right? A mini-heat, maybe, the scent is faint. My dick hasn’t gone down since I caught a whiff,” another male voice chimed in.
“Who is she? I can’t recall seeing such a pretty face before. Or such luscious hair. She’s almost angelic. I would definitely remember,” spoke the first voice.
“Let me go,” Emeriel’s voice came out weak and small.
“Such beauty. Look at those curves… and her skin, it’s practically radiant. Quick, let’s pin her against the wall, what do you say? I’ll go first.”
“No, no, leave me a-alone.”
Madam Livia quickened her pace. “Oh, this is trouble.” Amie promptly followed suit.
As they rounded a corner, the corridor leading to the forbidden chambers loomed before them, while two soldiers restrained Emeriel against the wall.
One had lifted her nightdress, exposing her undergarments and creamy thighs, while another had already undone his trousers, his manhood peaking out as they tried to steady a struggling, distraught Emeriel who had a sweaty, tear-streaked face.
“Release her at once,” Madam Livia commanded, her authoritative voice cutting through the tense atmosphere as she marched towards them.
“Attempting to leave with us is impossible,” Madam Livia continued. “It would mean the beast breaking free and our blood staining these walls. Besides, your relief is only temporary. You still need to endure this heat. If your legs brought you here, then your body has chosen the beast for its satisfaction. And I can only advise you to follow your body’s lead.”
Another terrifying growl echoed behind them. Emeriel glanced at it, her fear evident. “I have no idea what I was thinking,” she whispered helplessly.
“I have my speculations, but the truth is, I also have no idea what is happening. What I can tell you is that your mini-heats are becoming more frequent and intense. It won’t be long before your first full heat comes. You must find a way to come clean with one of the grand lords before that happens,” Madam Livia said.
“Because on that night, every Urekai male in this fortress will be able to smell you. And they will all come running, consumed by the desire to mount you. They will challenge and fight each other, and in these situations, they fight to the death. Then, countless males will mount you over the course of the three days it would take to sate your body. Now, imagine their feelings when the haze wears off and they discover your deception.”
Emeriel swallowed tightly.
“Imagine what they would do when they find out that they killed each other because you were reckless enough not to protect them by telling them the truth about your gender?”
Emeriel couldn’t fathom it. Just the thought of that scenario filled her with panic. What would she do?
She opened her mouth, but her eyes widened comically. “It’s happening again. Please hold me tight.”
Madam Livia and Amie held her tightly, but nothing could calm the storm raging within her.
The storm came, taking her away, the burning wave cresting inside her. She writhed and cried out as the storm broke repeatedly, until she was drenched in sweat… wailing, begging to be mounted.
“Shh,” Madam Livia whispered in her ear, gently rocking her through the agonizing ordeal. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Emeriel clung to the head maid, whimpering. They led her away, but Emeriel had no awareness of her surroundings. Every step was…
Painful. The storm raged and broke within her until Emeriel lost all sense of time and place.
And when she finally came out the other side of that wave, she was inside the forbidden chambers, rocking on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, crying for her beast. She heard the growl first, followed by the overwhelming heat of a massive presence surrounding her.
The beast was behind her, and Emeriel didn’t bother to fight it. Not anymore.
She spread her legs wide, lowering her upper body to the ground, her knees pressing into the hard surface. She grasped her pussy lips and pulled them apart, presenting to the beast. Offering herself.
The beast let out a primal roar that echoed through the chambers. In the next moment, it was mounting her.
As its manhood nudged her, Emeriel was ready to be taken. With one powerful thrust, its organ penetrated her drenched body.
She screamed, overwhelmed by waves of pleasure and pain. The tension in her muscles snapped as she came, convulsing uncontrollably.
The storm of sensations intensified as the feral creature relentlessly and forcefully ravished her. It hurt, but unlike the last time, the pain brought a strange pleasure. The intense agony of the heat lessened and transformed into pure pleasure.
She felt stuffed. So full.
Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. A cold nose pressed against her neck, taking a deep inhale. The sensation sent shivers through Emeriel’s body, her nipples aching, her breath quickening. She could feel another orgasm building within her.
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