That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 66

Chapter 67 

GRAND LORD VLADYA 

Vladya stiffened. There was no way he would think or discuss her. So, he maintained his silence. 

“That girl must be too good, huh? For you to mount her. Repeatedly. I know you don’t do humans, let alone unwilling ones, so it kind of baffles me, is all. She must be really sweet 

Lord Vladya remained silent, refusing to dignify Zaiper’s words with a response.. 

Zaiper grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “So, are you done with her?” 

Yes, Vladya was done with her. He had already made that decision, and intended to stick to that resolution this time. 

“Because if you are, I’d like to pick her up. I want her to scream for me this time.” 

Tm not done with her. Keep your paws away.” Vladya retorted, without giving his words a thought. What in Ukrae…? 

“Well, that is a shame. I can’t wait to carve that pale skin up. She look good in designs, don’t you 

Vladya ignored him, mostly because, for some reason, his anger flared un saying that surged within him, causing a wave of confusion. Something was 

think? 

villy at Zaiper. The urge to strike Zaiper for 

ly wrong with him. It was time to leave. 

wet for you?” 

A memory struck him, and he halted in his tracks. “When you mount humans, do they become w 

Zaiper snorted dismissively. “Those creatures? Only if you put in the effort to arouse them. I never bothered. They remain as dry as a land cursed with famine.” 

Vladya had never bothered to ‘arouse her‘ either, and she certainly didn’t harbor any affection for him. So, where did all that moisture come from? 

“Do you experience thirst as well?” Vladya questioned. 

“Thirst?” Zaiper raised an eyebrow. “You mean for their blood? Are you referring to bloodlust? No, I don’t experience it. I only indulge in their blood for amusement, or if I wish to drain them to death. Why do ask? 

Vladya shook his head, dismissing the conversation. 

you 

EMERIEL 

Emeriel watched them. A sinking feeling gnawing at the depths of his gut as he witnessed the mistress’s actions. The more she lured King Daemonikai’s beast, the stronger the unease grew within him. 

Get your hands away from him. He is mine! 

Emeriel winced, surprised by his own thoughts. Where had that come from? 

Nevertheless, the sinking feeling persisted as the beast towered over the mistress, comering her against the wall. 

Emeriel had always been curious about the act of bloodfeeding, Drekai regarded it as a sacred ritual. Now, he watched as the mistress exposed her throat, and the beast’s fangs extended. 

With a swift motion, the fangs pierced her neck. The mistress let out a momentary cry, her eyes reflecting pain, before transforming into a moan of pleasure. 

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Emeriel remained transfixed, a mixture of unease and fascination coursing through him. As the beast drank, the mistress’s moans grew more intense. Soon, her body began to writhe in raw sexual desire. 

Emeriel had overheard a couple of Urekai maids discussing bloodfeeding, mentioning that it can cause arousal as a side effect, some more intense than others. He had never believed it until now. 

The mistress appeared completely lost, her eyes glazed over with lust. Her body contorted wantonly as she thrust her hips against the beast’s thigh. 

She looked more wanton than apy Lady had a right to be, and Emeriel seriously doubted she was even aware of her surroundings anymore. Was she aware that he was still present? 

Yes, my dearling, just like that. Take more, drink from me,” she moaned, throwing her head back. 

Why did Emeriel feel an overpowering urge to stride toward the woman, grab her by the hair, and separate her from his beast? Why did this unpleasant sensation inside him intensify as he witnessed this intimate moment? 

And when had the beast become “his beast?” 

“Yes, my Daemon,” the mistress cried out, her voice growing high–pitched. Her movements quickened, her hands clenched. at her sides, and her eyes rolled back as she climaxed. 

The beast withdrew its fangs and began to retreat. 

“No, my dearling- Mistress Sinai reached out for him, but the beast bares.