BEAST'S SLAVE - CHAPTER 13
The beast sniffed him once more, emitting another low rumble that sent shivers down Emeriel’s spine. He whimpered, overcome with fear.
“Do not move, Emeriel,” came the familiar voice of Lord Vladya, causing Emeriel to snap his head in that direction. There stood Lord Vladya and Lord Ottai at the doorway.
They had a mixture of bewilderment, surprise, and wariness on their faces. Behind them, Emeriel glimpsed his panicked sister, attempting to peer past their towering figures.
“W-what is happening?” Emeriel’s teeth chattered uncontrollably.
“Walk out slowly, Livia,” Lord Vladya instructed in a low tone, so as not to draw the beast’s attention. “Very slowly.”
Madam Livia exited the room in silence, following the instructions carefully. At the door, Lord Ottai positioned himself in front of her, shielding her.
“Why would it pursue the boy?” Lord Ottai casted a perplexed look at Lord Vladya. “It sniffs him as if he is in heat.”
Lord Vladya shook his head, indicating that he had no idea.
“W-what’s g-g-going on?” Emeriel stammered, as the beast pressed its firm body against his back. Its paw-like hands gripped his lower belly, pulling him closer. Emeriel felt something hard poking his lower back.
It was unmistakable what it was. That organ felt terrifying. Intimidating.
There was no way it could fit inside him. “H-help me, please.”
“Em!? Oh, Em!” Aekeira cried, struggling to move between the two men, but Lord Vladya firmly held her back. “Let me go, I need to reach my brother!”
“You cannot. If you get too close, both of you will be ki||ed,” Lord Vladya warned Aekeira. “No one comes between an Urekai beast and its prey. It would be suicide.”
Lord Vladya then turned his attention to Emeriel. His eyes softened slightly at the sight of helpless tears in Emeriel’s eyes and his trembling body. “Listen carefully. The beast has chosen you, Emeriel. I have no idea why, but it has.”
“Your chances of survival would likely increase if you don’t resist it.” he said, “If you fight or pull away, it will become more aggressive and will harm you severely. Its instincts are on high alert. Even if it bites, scratches, or claws at you, try your best not to fight back or trigger the hunter that sees everything as a thr_@t to be torn apart.”
“Oh, Light above!” Aekeira sobbed, her hands pressed firmly against her mouth, her eyes wide with horror.
The beast pressed its about on his throat, and let out another purr.
“If the beast enters your virgin @zz without proper preparation, it will tear you apart.” Lord Vladya stated, “Your only hope now is to arouse it enough so that it releases a copious amount of precum, which you can use as lubrication to ease the way. Present to him. Do NOT forget to present to him.”he repeated firmly.
Emeriel could sense another wave of heat contraction approaching, but he fought hard to suppress it.
The presence of the beast seemed to have momentarily calmed his heat, but the underlying prickling sensation remained…just beneath his skin.
“May your gods protect you, but we must leave. The beast cannot sense our presence, or it will attack,” Lord Vladya took hold of Aekeira and began pulling her away, practically dragging her as they moved away from the door.
Lord Ottai shook his head, pity clear in his eyes. “Do not resist, do not fight. Hope to hell that your blood does not entice him. The beast must not drink from you, or it will drain you completely dry.”
“May your gods be with you,” he added before turning and following Lord Vladya, leaving Madam Livia alone in the room.
“Please, d-don’t leave, Madam Livia. I-I’m scared,” Emeriel pleaded. He didn’t want to be left alone with the beast. The thought alone filled him with overwhelming panic.
“Don’t leav—” his words were abruptly cut off as another wave of spasms washed over him, and he cried out in agony.
The beast snarled, then raised a massive paw and with two swift motions, like an X, it tore Emeriel’s clothes—both his outer and inner garments—leaving them in tatters on the ground.
Emeriel cried out, his eyes wide with horror, expecting to find himself torn and bleeding. But, to his relief, it was only his clothes that lay in shreds.
He stood half-naked, including the binds around his chest.
The beast snarled again, slashing at the bandage and ripping it from his chest. Emeriel’s B??@š?s spilled out, full and achingly aroused, with his ??pplës standing erect.
In the same manner, the creature turned its attention to his breeches, and reduced them into shreds. Before long, Emeriel stood completely nude, vulnerable to the hungry gaze of the beast.
Then, with a powerful motion, the beast lifted Emeriel off his feet and hurled him onto the bed.
“I will step out of sight, but I will be right outside,” Madam Livia’s voice sounded distant. Emeriel’s entire being buzzed with a mixture of arousal and fear, his attention fixed entirely at the beast that gazed at him as if he were a fresh meal to be devoured.
And, why was his body so attuned to this feral?
Its manhood stood erect and heavy, curved at the tip—red, angry, and glistening with precum.
Although Emeriel was afraid of that intimidating weapon before him, his body responded differently. A rush of liquid flooded from between his legs, coating the portion of the bed beneath him.
Seeing himself so exposed, with his feminine parts laid bare, it was difficult for Emeriel to perceive himself as male at that moment. So hard for him to view himself as the disguise he had lived with his entire life.
With his plump B??@š?s, elongated and sensitive ??pplës, a bare V@???@, and a swollen, glistening ????oris, all he saw was the female he truly was.
A terrified, aroused female who was about to be mounted by the most feared beast in Urai. Oh gods, save him!
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Lord Vladya stood at the outskirts of the southern wing, leaning against the pavement, gazing up at the starry night sky. While Lord Ottai had departed to join the festival, Vladya had chosen to remain behind.
In the distance, the sounds of merriment reached his ears, as his people reveled in the festivities. It brought him some solace.
It took a great deal to bring happiness to their people these days. Centuries may have passed, yet the horrors that had befallen the Urekais on that fateful night remained etched in their memories.
Time was fleeting for them, so they did not easily forget the losses they had endured. Thus, whenever they managed to find joy in anything, it was welcomed.
However, Vladya’s mind remained troubled. Why had Daemonikai sought out the boy?
True, the boy gave out an unusual scent. An incredibly enticing one, faint yet present. Almost like the scent Ukerai females emitted during a mini-heat. But such a thing was impossible, so he dismissed the thought.
Why would the beast single out the boy?
It was highly unusual for a feral Urekai beast to seek out a specific individual. Their minds simply did not operate in such a manner.
“Oh, by the Light-gods. Please, Lord Vladya, I beg of you!” The female’s sobbing voice resounded from behind.
Lord Vladya attempted to ignore it, but in the wake of the recent events, the girl’s fear of him seemed to have taken a back seat. Her concern for her little sibling had become paramount.
Aekeira had followed him persistently since he departed from that chamber, begging him to return and rescue her brother.
The girl dropped to her knees before him. “I am willing to do anything. I shall pay wh@??ver price you demand. Please, save him!”
Lord Vladya spun around, facing her. He could not discern if it was the festive atmosphere of the night, the throbbing headache at his temple, or the encounter with Daemon’s beast…but for some reason, he could not summon his usual anger that naturally arose in the presence of humans.
Perhaps it was because he understood the overwhelming urge to save someone dear to you, knowing deep down that you cannot save them.
Perhaps it was because he knew what it felt like to love someone dearly, the desire to shield them from all harm.
All he felt now was weariness as he regarded the once-human princess. Her pretty face was swollen, streaked with smeared makeup, tainted red by grief and dampened by tears.
“Aekeira, you cannot save him now. You can only hope that he retains even the smallest flicker of life when the beast is finished with him.”
He had uttered those words repeatedly to the stubborn female, yet they yielded the same effect. She cried louder, her gaze fixated longingly on the path leading to her brother, and she commenced her plea once more.
The young slave girl whom he had sent to Livia’s chambers returned, bearing a potion with her. “Here it is, my lord.”
“Give it to her,” he gestured to the female kneeling before him. Then, to Aekeira, he ordered in a calm tone, “Drink it. It shall help you calm down.”
“No! No, I do NOT wish to calm down! I want to save my brother, I—”
“I cannot help your brother if you don’t take that potion, Aekeira,” he interjected, his tone steady.
The girl’s brown eyes widened. She quickly accepted the potion, consuming its contents. “Will you help Em?” Her voice was small, filled with hope.
“Yes.” In a way, it was not a lie. Lord Vladya had no intention of going in there to rescue the boy—it would be unwise.
However, if the boy were to scream, his sister might act rashly, endangering both herself, and her brother, as well as half the people in Ravenshadow tonight.
That was something he could not allow to happen.
Within seconds, the girl’s eyes grew heavy, her head drooping dizzily. The next moment, she was fast asleep.
A soldier hastened forward, “I will take her away, my lord.” He bowed and prepared to do so.
“No.” With just one word, the soldier halted instantly. “I will take her.”
Lord Vladya lifted the girl into his arms, preparing to take a step forward, but his movement faltered. A wave of hunger crashed over him.
It was subtle, but utterly surprising.
He did NOT feel any attraction towards humans. Hatred was the only emotion he had harbored towards their kind for a very long time. And that was how it would remain.
As he walked out of Frostfall–the southern wing, and into Blackwood–his western dormain, his mind was consumed with questions.
Why had the beast gone after that young human male? No matter how hard he pondered, he could not fathom a reason for it.
Daemonikai had never shown interest in males during his lifetime, and even if he had, it would not be sufficient reason for his feral to seek out one single male.
Could the boy be Daemonikai’s Soulbond?
Vladya would have chuckled if he were capable of laughter. The idea was so preposterous that it bordered on the crazy. Why would he even entertain such a thought?
Firstly, Soulbonds were incredibly rare. So rare, in fact, that many believed them to be extinct. Only a handful of bondmates in his time had been Soulbonds, and Vladya had lived for nearly four thousand years.
Secondly, a male simply cannot be a Siren or a bondmate. It was just impossible.
Thirdly, even if, by some miracle, the boy were a Siren and Daemonikai’s Soulbond, it still would not explain why the beast would recognize him.
The beast was feral now. Mindless. Devoid of thought.
Ferals were known to even ki|| their bondmates and offspring.
So, what in the name of Ukrae was happening here?
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