BEAST'S SLAVE - CHAPTER 10
“Isn’t he quite a beauty?” Slave master Boris inched closer to Slave master Gaine and whispered with a low voice.
“He is,” Gaine reluctantly agreed, also observing the young prince. Then he sighed, “However, I would appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself, Boris. We are already short on slaves because you take an interest in each and every one of them. Have you forgotten what happened last time?”
Boris averted his gaze, “I lost control. It won’t happen again—”
“d@mn right it won’t,” Gaine interrupted, now giving Boris his full attention. “The new slave you’re ogling is replacing the one you strangled to death in the barn because she wouldn’t stop screaming while you brutally R@P£D her dry, without any sort of preparation. I had to plead extensively to be sent another slave. It will be even more difficult if you do $h|t again and we ever have to replace this young male. So wh@??ver absurd thoughts are crossing your mind, discard them immediately. I would not tolerate losing more slaves because you cannot keep it in your breeches.”
Boris seethed with anger as he watched Gaine depart. How dare Gaine order him around? Attempt to dictate whom he could and could not bed?
He would have the pretty little prince. And, he would have him soon.
Just then, his eyes caught sight of cute Amie as she she took an order that would lead her to the inner room. A predatory smile crept across Boris’s lips. The girl glanced around, searching for him, and Boris pretended to be occupied, feigning cluelessness. When he glanced back, he saw that Amie had already slipped into the inner room.
Boris quickly followed. He stepped into the cramped space and locking the door behind him. The sound of the door made Amie flinch.
“Master Boris,” she greeted. Her expression mirrored that of a deer caught in the headlights.
“You do not appear thrilled to see me, little Amie. Come now, untie your garments for me.” Boris smirked, “Do not keep me waiting.”
Fear flickered in Amie’s eyes, and she swallowed tightly. “But the customer—”
“Untie. Your. Garment.”
Amie dropped the wine bottle, causing it to clatter, and her trembling hands began working on the rope that held her uniform together at her chest.
She untied the knot and pulled down the flimsy undergarment, revealing her creamy, plump, and exposed B??@š?s before Boris’s predatory gaze. Boris closed the distance between them, cupping the full globes and roughly kneading them.
He smirked as Amie winced in pain. Locking eyes with her, he pinched her ??pplës hard. She cried out, instinctively raising her hands to protect her B??@š?s, but he slapped her hands away. Lowering his head, he greedily sucked on her hardened peaks, nibbling and biting them harshly.
Amie covered her mouth with her hand, stifling her cries as he mercilessly suckled her sensitive B??@š?s. It hurt. She fought the urge to plead, to beg him to stop. But, knowing the slave master, it would only make him more brutal if she did. So, she swallowed down her cries, suppressing them deep within.
Finally, Boris pulled back, “The barn, tonight.”
“I cannot, Madam Livia needs my assistance with one of the sick ones tonight,” she quickly lied. When he narrowed his eyes suspiciously, Amie added, “It is true, you can even ask Madam Livia.” She knew he would nt inquire further. Master Boris preferred to keep his vile, lustful dealings discreet.
Master Boris did not appear pleased. He leaned closer, “If I find out you are lying to me, I will make you pay,” he warned in a low tone, “Trust me, little slave. You will not like the way I make you pay for that.”
She adjusted her clothes hastily. “I would never lie to you,” Amie tried to maintain composure.
As she turned to leave, Boris grabbed her arm, forcefully pulling her back. “Your new friend, I want him.”
Amie forced herself not to physically react to that. “I do not believe it would be wise, Master Boris. He belongs to Grand Lord Vladya,” she responded, observing the way his eyes widened at the mention of the second ruler. “He personally traveled to the human world to retrieve Emeriel. I am certain he would not like anyone messing with his own slave.”
“That is a lie. If he truly belonged to the Grand Lord, he would not have been sent down here to the cellar. He would be working in the fortress,” Boris hissed.
True. She thought fast, “I do not possess all the details, Master Boris, but I did not lie about Emeriel’s encounter with the Grand Lord. You can ask anyone in Ravenshadow. Furthermore, I overheard Madam Livia mention that his employment here is only temporary. Surely, you do not wish to risk incurring Grand Lord Vladya’s wrath, do you?”
No, Boris did not wish to take that risk. No Urekai in his right mind would dare.
Yet, he couldn’t help but fixate on that pretty face… the enticing curves barely concealed by the slave clothes. And he was not the only one.
When the boy entered the tavern, all eyes were on him. He was not the only male who wanted to have mount that boy and f-__-k into him until he squealed as his virgin @zz opened to receive his thick length. To f-__-k into him until that tight channel milked him dry.
No, he was not the only one, but he sure as the moon would be among the first.
He curled his finger around the little slave’s throat, “Do you dare to lecture me, slave?” his voice dripped with menace.
The girl’s eyes widened, “I would never dream of it, Master Boris.”
“Good. When I summon you, lead him to the barn as the sun begins its descent. I will inform you when the time is right. Should you fail in this task, my anger will be unleashed.” His lips curled into an evil smile that sent shivers down Amie’s spine.
“You do not want to witness my wrath, do you?” he emphasized with a rough grab of her B??@š?, squeezing so tightly that she cried out in pain. Only then did he release her, step back, and walk away.
Amie’s legs gave way, and she fell to her knees, trembling. The last time Master Boris had unleashed his fury upon her, she had bled through her anal ring, rendering her unable to walk properly for an entire week.
It was the first and only time he had invaded her there, and even now, the phantom pain felt just as excruciating as the real thing. She never wanted to experience anything like that ever again.
Oh, what was she to do!?
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Emeriel carefully wiped the stained glass with a washcloth. He had been assigned to clean the fourth layer of the south wing that morning and had been working on it for the past hour.
As he diligently scrubbed the glass, he hummed to himself, running the cloth repeatedly until the dirt was wiped clean. Just as he was about to reach for his rinsing water, he heard voices growing closer.
“What about the land beyond Crystal Waters?” a feminine voice became discernible.
“It is not within my power to grant you that land, and you know it,” a deeper voice that was familiar to Emeriel, responded.
It was Grand Lord Vladya. The tone was surprisingly gentle, devoid of the usual hard edge he associated with the grand lord.
“But it is rightfully mine. Daemon promised it to me,” the woman insisted.
Grand Lord Vladya let out a heavy sign, “Unfortunately, Daemon is no longer here. There is nothing I can do about it, Sinai. If the land is to be bestowed upon you, then you must prepare to present your case in the Court of Duty, before Lord Ottai and Lord Zaiper.”
“But you are also a Grand Lord. Surely, you can make this happen without all those unnecessary stress and lengthy processes?” the female whined, her tone filled with anger.
“It is not as simple as that. Everything that belonged to Daemonikai still belongs to him. Until he is officially declared dead, no one can touch his possessions or his will,” Grand Lord Vladya explained.
Emeriel found it difficult to believe that the indulgent and patient tone he was hearing belonged to Grand Lord Vladya. It was a side of him that Emeriel had never witnessed before, nor did he think the grand lord was capable of. Who was that woman?
Just then, both of them came into view. Emeriel pretended to be engrossed in his cleaning task, though he could feel their eyes on him. He casually raised his head to acknowledge their presence, silently bowing before continuing his work.
“Who is that slave? I haven’t seen that face before,” the woman said, her footsteps echoing as she approached Emeriel. “Who are you?”
“He is a new slave I purchased some days ago. He belongs to the Grand King,” Grand Lord Vladya responded in a neutral tone.
“My Daemon?” the woman’s perfect brows furrowed.
For some reason, Emeriel despised the fact that the Urekai female referred to Grand King Daemonikai as ‘my Daemon’. He felt an irritating prickle under his skin.
“Oh, is he the segz slave you mentioned? The one you intended to acquire for Daemon’s pleasure? To fulfill the beast’s lust?” she paused, tilting her head as she surveyed Emeriel, “I thought you would get a human female for that purpose.”
A segz slave? Emeriel resented being labeled as such.
For the first time, he lifted his head to get a thorough look at the female. She possessed the haughty demeanor of an aristocrat, adorned in an expensive and sophisticated gown with unique, beautiful designs unfamiliar to Emeriel.
The woman carried herself with an air of importance, striding as if she owned the place. Reluctantly, Emeriel had to admit that she was also breathtakingly beautiful.
Lord Vladya waved his hand dismissively, “I did acquire a female. He is the female’s brother.”
“Stupid humans,” the woman muttered. Then, she pinned Emeriel with a disdainful look. “I do not like your kind, so you would do well to stay out of my way. If you dare even breathe the wrong way in my presence, I will ki|| you with my bare hands. And I will take pleasure in doing so.” With those words, she turned and marched out of the hallway.
Emeriel found himself suddenly alone with Grand Lord Vladya, and the silence that followed was overwhelming.
“Is she the bondmate of the grand King Daemonikai?” Emeriel asked. He recalled that the grand king had a bondmate and even children. It made sense. If he remembered correctly, it was one of Daemonikai’s sons who had drunkenly revealed the kingdom’s secret, which had led to the Cleaning War.
“She is not his bondmate, she is his bloodhost,” Lord Vladya stated in a tone which suggested that should explain everything.
In a way, Emeriel supposed it did. Based on the knowledge he had acquired, the bond between an Urekai and his bloodhost was said to be incredibly strong. Some argued it might even surpass a mating bond.
Then a thought struck Emeriel. “Is she on her way to bloodfeed the beast?” his eyes widened, his voice filled with astonishment.
“Yes,” came the curt reply. Lord Vladya turned abruptly, clearly finished with the conversation, and began to walk away from the hallway.
“Wait! I need to know about my sister!” Emeriel cried, following after him. “What has happened to Aekeira?”
Lord Vladya continued walking without stopping. “I am under no obligation to provide you with that answer.”
“Please, Lord Vladya!” Emeriel dropped to his knees desperately. “I just want to know if she is still alive, that is all! I promise not to disturb you further. I don’t even need to see her. I simply want to know if she is safe or not. I will do anything, my lord! I just want to know that Aekeira is alive!”
The male turned, pinning Emeriel with inscrutable eyes. He remained silent, leaving Emeriel on the edge of despair.
Emeriel could feel the tears welling up, burning in his eyes. “Even if she is… d-dead, please tell me. I need to know. And I will leave you in peace, I swear!”
“Your sister is alive. For now,” Lord Vladya finally responded before turning away and walking off.
A flood of relief washed over Emeriel, and tears streamed down his face. Aekeira had survived. His strong sister had survived!
“Oh, thank the Light! All glory be to the sky,” he whispered. For the first time in days, he could breathe freely. He felt an immense weight lifted from his shoulders as he walked back to resume his duties.
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑺.
Mistress Sinai cautiously stepped into the dark room, her senses already picking up the scent of her male. Despite her confidence, a sliver of apprehension lingered within her. Her Daemon’s feral beast was very unpredictable.
In an instant, the beast closed in on her, pressing her firmly against the cold wall. Sinai tilted her neck, holding herself perfectly still. “Come on, my dear. I am here now.”
The beast sniffed her neck, twice. A low growl escaped its throat. Then, it sniffed her once more.
Sinai’s brows furrowed. Did it recognize Lord Vladya’s scent? Was that the cause of its fixation?
Without warning, two fangs pierced her skin, and the beast began to drink from her. Pain shot through her body, and she hissed.
The beast did not flood her with elixir to numb the pain and alleviate the discomfort, as Daemonikai would have done in his right senses. Instead, the beast simply took, and took.
Her heart pounded, pumping more blood to match the beast’s insatiable hunger. It was a stark difference between a bloodhost and any other host; bloodhosts’ bodies ceaselessly produced an endless supply of blood to satiate their master–no matter how hungry they were.
As the beast fed, a gradual release of pheromones enveloped Sinai, and a pleasurable sensation slowly seeped into her being. Her entire body ignited with scorching arousal, followed by an overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her veins.
It had been two millennia, and yet, she had never grown accustomed to this sensation. At this point, Sinai knew it was not possible. The feeling was simply too intense, too addictive, and at times, the 0rg@zm she experienced from feeding her male surpassed even the pleasures of segz.
“Yes, yes, my dear,” she gasped, her hips moving involuntarily, grinding against the beast.
With jerky fingers, she lifted her gown and began to rub her ????oris, stimulating her own pleasure. Her core was wet, her body aflame with sensations.
It continued to drink from her, Sinai pleasured herself, and as she built towards her climax, her fingers penetrated her channel as she f-__-ked inside it
She Mõ@?ed loudly as she peaked the pinnacles of pleasure, arching her back. Seconds afterward, the beast withdrew. Its tongue licked the wound twice, closing it. Then, it turned and began to retreat.
“Darling…” she reached for the receding figure, but it growled in warning and stomped away from her.
Anger surged within her, though she fought to conceal her reaction. She despised it when Daemonikai behaved this way. Even now, as a wild beast, he pulled away from her. Sinai h@??d it!
But, she knew more than to remain here, when her company was unwanted.
Outside, Sinai glared at the metal gates, the imposing door. “You are mine. I am your bloodhost, the sole provider of nourishment you depend upon.”
“Even Evielyn, your beloved bondmate––may her soul rot in hell––could not fulfill that role, no matter how badly you wanted her to. Only I can feed your body with the blood you require.” she added with a bitter smirk. “You will forever be mine, Daemon. Forever.”
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