That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344
GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Daemonikai found Vladya in Blackstone’s training grounds. The clang of steel rang out over the open yard over shouted commands, and the dull thud of boots.

When Vladya sighted him, he signaled to Yaz, who immediately continued giving instructions to the soldiers, before striding toward him.

Something in his face made Vladya wary at once. “Are you well?”

“When am I ever?” Daemonikai turned on his heel and began to walk. “It's coming again, soon. Tonight.”

Vladya did not ask the usual, Are you sure? “I'll have Yaz prepare the chamber.”

“The voices have been relentless,” Daemonikai ground out. “This one will be stronger.”

Vladya stopped. “Daemon.”

He halted as well, turning to face his old friend. There was no mistaking the pity in Vladya’s eyes.

“How do you bear it?” Vladya asked at last in a low tone. “It cannot be easy. Knowing your pregnant female believes you are bedding others, sick with sorrow over it. Enduring the voices at every hour. Fighting to separate their lies from truth. Being unable to let go and truly enjoy the child you have always longed for because you are terrified of hurting it. Investigations crawling at a snail’s pace, the Oracle’s absence from Urai.”

Daemonikai said nothing. The clang of weapons and barked orders filled the quiet stretching between them.

“I don't know how much longer I can do this,” he revealed in a fractured voice. “Every day feels like I'm walking a blade’s edge, one step away from falling over completely. The urge does not stop at blood and sex, Vladya, I want to kill and destroy. I want to ride into one of my villages and burn it to the ground just to hear dying screams.”

Vladya listened without flinching. No judgment, only understanding.

“Perhaps Zaiper was right. Perhaps I will always be the Mad King.”

“Zaiper is a bastard, and if he is truly behind this, we will nail him!” Vladya hissed.

“Has there been any news on him? That male is more scarce these days than sapphire gemstones.”

“None,” Vladya answered grimly. “Unfortunately, our investigators have found no ties to dark magic. No sightings of him meeting with mages, no travel to Mysticaria, but the investigations continue. Questions are still being asked.”

Daemonikai suppressed his frustration. None of this was Vladya’s fault.

“I have an incredibly beautiful, softhearted female carrying my life within her,” Daemonikai said quietly, staring out into the horizon. “Yet all I can manage is to keep my distance, because when I'm near her, the voices scream for me to hurt her. One moment, I swear I would die to protect her, the next, I imagine throwing her against the nearest surface, bending her over, and fucking her into oblivion for days whether she wanted it or not.”

“You are aware it has worsened because you have not satisfied Sexlust in four months.” Vladya’s lips thinned. “You are starving yourself, Daemon. Even without feral hovering over your head, no Urekai should starve their instincts for this long. Why not try harder with Emeriel?”

“She's not ready.”

“And you know this, how?” Vladya countered. “You told me you stopped initiating months ago. How would you know if she's ready if you no longer try?”

“You’re not the one who has to hold her when the memories come,” Daemonikai snapped. “Not the one who hears her apologize as if she’s to blame for what you did. It’s not you who has to watch her walk through the halls for days afterward like an empty shell.”

“I understand, I do, but do you truly think those memories only come to her during intimacy? You really believe she's not in pain now?”

Daemonikai looked away.

“If you want her to heal from this, you need to take the first step. She needs you to make her whole again. You both need that.” Vladya glanced toward the soldiers training on the field. “I worry for you both. In her condition, she should be getting your seed often. You should be fucking her every chance you get, preparing her body for the birth of your child, as the connection forged during intimacy aids with delivery. She is carrying a Urekai, Daemon. It's essential.”

“You are right,” Daemonikai admitted. “After tonight’s episode, I will try again. Perhaps… do something different. Maybe take her to the cottage, we had good memories there.”

“That is a wise idea.”

“Something has to give. We cannot continue like this.”