That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 

His thrusts rocked her, nearly toppling her over, but his firm gri held her steady. 

“Take it. Take it.” He couldn’t recognize his own voice, so rough and animalistic, as he slammed in over and over again, with a force he would never have used on her outside the throes of a full hear. But she could take it now. Yes, she could. 

Galilea screamed so loud it might have reached the heavens as her body deteriorated. Muscles clenching around him so tightly he swore aloud, his climax tearing through him, his grows mingling with her screams. 

“Fuck, you milk my essence so well, little princess,” he grunted, fling her up with his seed, driving her into another convulsive orgasm. 

Galilea’s blue eyes went wide with pleasure. Her mouth hung open in a soundless, endless scream, toes curling. Sound of 

** tearing sheets reached him, the fabric she held in a dead grip ripping apart. 

“So hot.” Daemonikai was beginning to realize how he loved pushing her limits. She was so sexy when overwhelmed, when trying to handle everything he gave her. 

He kept moving against her clamping muscles and quivering flesh, drawing out her climax. Her shaking legs turned liquid, and she fell forward. Daemonikai followed, covering her with his body, pounding her into the sheets. 

Her stiff posture finally broke. “I… I…Please,” Galilea sobbed, eyes squeezing shut. 

He collapsed onto her, pressing her body into the bed, rolling to the side taking her with him, spooning her, still deeply buried in her. 

“It’s not over yet, pretty one,” he murmured, his hand caressing her cheek tenderly. “You still need to take my knot,” he said, swelling inside her, from the base of his dick. 

Her eyes snapped open, panic flickering through them. “It–It’s big.” 

“It will only grow bigger. Have you never taken a knot?” Wait. Daemonikai frowned. “Is this your first full heat?” 

She hesitated, then gave a small nod. 

A thrill shot through him. He was her first full heat. Her first kno. Primal satisfaction swelled within him. The knowledge calmed him on a level he refused to examine. 

She was tensed, struggling to take his growing knot. Daemonikai’s instincts softened. His protective, gentle side stirring to life. “Try to relax, little one.” 

“Big,” she gasped again, scared. Her canal squeezed around him, instinctively trying to push him out. “I can’t, please…” 

His arms tightened around her waist, anchoring her firmly against him as he leaned closer. “You can, and you will. You know you want this.” 

“I do, but-” 

“Then take it.” He ground his enlarging knot against her oversensitive body. She released a sharp cry, shuddering with aftershock. “Let me in, Galilea. Now.” 

Just like that, her resistance melted away, muscles loosening in surrender. She sobbed as the rest of his knot expanded, locking them together. 

“Good girl.” He caught a tear that escaped her eye, brushing his lips against her throat. “Such a good girl.” 

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Chapter 141 

EMERIEL. 

Emeriel was overwhelmed. Hypersensitive. So, very full. 

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King Daemonikai had claimed her body, flooding her with torrent after torrent of so much pleasure. He left her breathless, wondering just how much more she could withstand. 

The agony of heat had lifted from the multiple orgasms he had drawn from her. Now, finally knotted, calmness settled in her core. The once searing pain softened to a mere hum, a dull ache pulsating quietly just beneath the skin. For now, it was satiated, lying in wait like a dormant storm. 

Emeriel felt better than she had throughout the entire day. This might had begun like it would be her last, she’d been sure she wouldn’t survive the pain. She used to think she didn’t have high tolerance for pain, but after everything she had been through in life, she’d gotten somewhat better at enduring it. Yet nothing, absolutely nothing she had ever felt, could have prepared her for the agony of full heat. 

“Are you alright, little one?” 

Grand King Daemonikai. With the fog cleared now, Emeriel felt staggering relief knowing it was indeed him, not just any male. So much relief it nearly brought her to tears. 

She blinked rapidly, clearing her vison. Emeriel hadn’t cared who it was, as long as they could ease her suffering. Memories of the past few hours were fragmented, a jumble of pain and desperate need. How had he found her? What had happened?