That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131 

Aekeira bit down on her lip, stifling her cry. She struggled to breathe, the discomfort too much as Lord Vladya moved in her with relentless, savage thrusts, devoid of gentleness. 

He took her like an animal, each thrust more forceful than the last. There was finesse, no tenderness–just raw, possession. Guttural sounds of pleasure escaped him with every stroke. 

unbridled 

Aekeira tried to hold back her sounds of distress, but with each brutal thrust, it became increasingly difficult. She yelped with every forceful movement, tears streaming from her eyes as she clawed at the ground, squeezing tightly attempting to endure the punishing rhythm he set. 

“Sexy, little witch,” he growled, his voice dark and possessive, “Come on-” he slammed in “-come on, take it.” 

Then, impossibly, he picked up the pace even more, driving into her with greater force. Pounding so fiercely, uncontrollable screams tore from her throat. 

Aekeira was unaware of her own screams…that the piercing wail that rent the night air belonged to her. Lord Vladya ignited a fire inside her womanhood, and each brutal thrust, the flames grew. She burned with an intensity bordering on madness. 

“I cannot get… close… enough. Want to fucking live inside you,” Lord Vladya growled, grinding into her. Reaching every deep part of her, before he gave another hard thrust. 

Aekeira’s hands gave out, and she fell against the tree root, dislodging him in the process. 

Asnarl ripped from his throat. He covered her body with his, his legs kicking hers further apart, and he pushed into her again, resuming his hard thrusts. 

Each plunge sent shockwaves through her, a blend of pain and a twisted sense of belonging. His ruthless pace, the raw ferocity of it, allowed no room for anything but the immediate, all–consuming sensation of being claimed. 

Aekeira floated, losing track of time. She was uncertain, but she may have even lost consciousness at some point. Though not entirely comfortable, she savored the feel of him this close to her. This raw claiming that hurt more than their past couplings. 

A fang grazed her neck, piercing her skin. 

Her body jackknifed, a surge of pleasure blindsiding her. Pain mingled with ecstasy, creating an intense, pleasure–pain sensation that was…indescribable. 

She wailed, clawing at the ground as an unexpected orgasm was ripped from her. 

It was the first time she had climaxed with something inside her, and it was suddenly too much to bear. 

“Lord Vladya…!!” she screamed, writhing beneath him. His big body held hers captive, unyielding. 

Every nerve in her body felt electrified. Hypersensitive. His bite sent great pleasure through her, mingling with the feeling of him plunging inside her. The forest blurred around her. 

He withdrew his fangs and groaned. “Ukrae, you are strangling my dick. Holy hell.” His movements faltered before he shot his release into her. 

Broken sobs tore from her as she came down from the intense high. 

“Please.” Aekeira’s mind spiraled, caught in a firestorm of ecstasy Feeling his warm sperm tormenting her body, the painful flames of his seed, Aekeira felt…consumed. Possessed. 

Warmth spread through her. She wanted to be his, fully and completely. Even if it meant surrendering to the feral beast 

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Chapter 131 

within him. 

“That’s it, take it all. Take everything,” he mumbled, sounding out of it, making short, jerky motions. 

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Aekeíra took it all, trembling from the waves, gasping and quivering. The intensity of it left her weak, and she collapsed beneath him, her body wracked with aftershocks. 

Finally, he went still above her and collapsed. His weight grounded her, pressing her into the earth. 

She felt his weight, his breath hot against her skin. And peace. 

A strange, fragile peace 

GRAND LORD VLADYA 

The forest was hushed save for the rustling of leaves in the night breeze, offering Grand Lord Vladya no clues as to how he came to be there. The scent of damp earth and pine needles filled his nostrils, he was alone and disoriented. Fragments of memory danced at the edges of his consciousness. The Lantern Festival. He remembered the lanterns bobbing in the twilight, the festive air, the laughter of the people…Then, a void. 

A blank space where memory should have been.