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

Chapter 761:

Her brow furrowed.

“Oh, and that our bond returns. I think of that too.”

Now she grinned, and the animation on her face stole his breath.

“I have wished upon the stars over and over,” she confessed in a bright, low tone. “I prayed, promising Ukrae and the moon goddess we would do better this time. We would cherish the bond, and we would never blame it for any misfortune.”

Daemonikai had made those same promises. He had whispered them to the stars and to the silent gods who no longer answered him.

“I miss feeling his emotions. Being able to call out to him in times of trouble. I miss feeling him in here.” She pressed a hand to her chest, hiccupping. “And I refuse to lose hope. Our bond will return. Oh, I feel very excited just thinking about it.” She bounced her hips in enthusiasm.

Daemonikai stiffened, trying to hold her still. “Wait, Emeriel—”

But she kept moving, rolling her body as if to wiggle free. The movement dragged her against his dick with far too much friction, and the sensation pushed him unexpectedly over the edge.

His release was dull but still dragged a deep, pleasured groan from his chest. His semen spilled thick between them, soaking her side, dampening his robes.

“I think I just peed,” she whispered, a bit sheepish. “My bladder’s been funny lately… sorry.”

Daemonikai barked a laugh he couldn’t help, shaking his head. “You did not pee, sweetling. Wrong wet place.”

“Nooo,” she insisted in a hazy hum. “Not that wrong. See?” She reached between her legs, gathering her slick and cum. Holding her hand up for him to see, she grinned. “Look. Wet.”

“That’s not pee—ugh.” No point arguing with a drunk. Giving in to a different craving, he curled his fingers around her wrist, brought her hand to his mouth, and ran his tongue slowly over her fingers. “Mmm, delicious.”

She wrinkled her nose, opening her heavy-lidded eyes just enough to give him a sleepy glare. “You’re disgusting.” Her lips twitched. “But I love you anyway.”

𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 g𝙖𝙡𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨ⳓ𝙘𝙤𝙢

“And I love you. Since you’re letting me off the hook…” He guided her hand back between her thighs, coaxing her to gather more of her moisture. Then he drew her fingers back to his mouth, lashes lowering as he licked her fingers thoroughly clean. “Even better.”

“But I hate your control sometimes,” she said out of the blue, eyes sliding shut again.

He allowed her hand to fall, licking his lips. “Why?”

“I wear the barest of things, say really naughty things… I show you my breasts and my butt.” She gave an exaggerated pout. “But you won’t take me. Sometimes I wish you would just… pin me down and ravage me. Throw caution to the wind.”

Daemonikai’s jaw hung open. I knew all those double entendres were no coincidence, damn it. And all that fucking harmless teasing…? He hadn’t known she longed for that; he’d thought she wasn’t ready. But all this time, she’d been begging him to mount her.

“And then, when you’re done… and you come inside me… it’ll drip down my legs,” she went on, dreamy again. “And I’ll have to walk around the bedchamber with your seed running down my thighs.” She sighed wistfully.

Daemonikai couldn’t believe such thoughts came from his pristine little mate. He loved that imagery. A lot.

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