BEAST'S SLAVE - CHAPTER 14
𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦.
𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙇
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.
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In the bedchamber, the beast climbed onto the bed. Its red, intimidating manhood pointing straight at her. Emeriel whimpered and tried to squeeze her legs together, but the beast growled, its eyes darkened as if it were angry. She froze.
When the beast came closer again, she scrambled up and got down on her hands and knees, her body shaking with fear and the fever of the heat coursing through her veins. She grabbed the skin near her V@???@l folds and spread them apart, presenting to the beast.
It howled. The sound was so loud, so sharp, that Emeriel jerked, but she did not break her position. She felt naked. All her intimate parts exposed and vulnerable for the beast’s use. Her opening quivered, licking liquid and clenching at nothing.
She yelped as a cold nose pressed against her P?$$¥. And when she felt a hot tongue take a long lick, she barely swallowed her scream of horror.
Oh heavens, oh heavens, oh heavens!!! The beast had its face against her private parts. What if it took a bite? Or sink those huge fangs into her skin!
Emeriel whimpered. She bit into the soft bedding to keep from making another sound…or doing anything that would anger the beast. Growls rose from its throat as it licked her over and over again.
It licked her like it was starving and she was food. As if it could not get enough.
Its tongue was not human-like. It felt forked and seemed to have spikes. Emeriel was numb to any feeling that being licked by this beast would have caused. She was too frightened, too hot from the heat, and simply too everything else to feel wh@??ver pain it might have caused. And for that she was quite grateful.
Suddenly, hands grabbed her and spread her legs even wider, holding her there. It began to lick her areas even deeper than before.
It’s tongue circled around her opening, drinking all the wetness there as if it was dying of thirst. The beast purred like a mellow kitten snacking on it’s favorite meal.
“Please,” Emeriel cried, squeezing her eyes shut as she waited for the inevitable. Perhaps it would take a bite out of her at any moment, right? No one savored food for this long without taking a bite.
It pushed its tongue into her opening and pressed down. An unexpected flood of pleasure swept through Emeriel. Her eyes snapped open, going wide.
The beast did it again, got its forked tongue into her opening and swirled it around.
“Noo…!” She yelped, trying to pull away. But its grip tightened on her thighs, holding her down effortlessly as it licked inside, sucking all of her wetness from the very source into its mouth.
The pleasure spread, overcoming the numbness. It was clear to her that her heat was no longer as bad as it had been. As if the beast’s actions had somehow calmed her.
Its forked tongue pressed against a gland inside her that made her see stars. Emeriel squealed and tried to pull away. The sensation was too intense, so pleasurable that it was almost pain. Surely this feeling was not normal. It simply could not be.
The beast purred as it pressed hard against that gland again. The tight feeling inside her dissolved into millions of pleasures as she came with a scream.
A gush of liquid flooded her inside as she released. The beast drank it all greedily, it’s tongue working fast and hard inside her virgin body.
Emeriel felt as if she was going to come out of her own body. It was just too much! Fortunately, the pressure of that forked tongue then began to ease and slowly came to a stop completely.
However, her relief was short-lived. She felt something even more enormous pressing against her opening.
“No, no, wait!” Emeriel started to move, but the beast snarled. A hand gripped her small arm, two of those sharp claws dug into her skin. Emeriel screamed as her skin tore and blood began to trickled down.
And it just held her still, not even attacking. Oh by the sky, she was going to die!
Emeriel held still as the beast mounted her; it towered over her, its body covering her, and its phallus pressed again…harder, relentless. And then it was inside her. A small part of it, anyway.
Emeriel screamed again, pain and pleasure coursing through her. The harder it pressed, the more the pleasure faded, and the pain became more profound. It hurt badly.
As the beast applied more pressure but still couldn’t get inside completely, it growled at her. Angrily. As if it thought Emeriel was deliberately keeping it out.
Its movements grew rougher, more forceful.
“You’re going to break me in two,” Emeriel sobbed, writhing. “Please, stop. Oh heavens, help me!” She cried out in desperation, feeling the intense pressure building inside her. It burned mercilessly.
Emeriel was aware that the beast could not hear her pleas, but she could not help but voice them anyway. “Please, be gentle with me, I beg of you…”
Another snarl. Followed by a particularly forceful th-ru_st that drove his member deeper into her untried body, ramming its way halfway in.
Emeriel let out a high-piercing scream she could not suppress. Her hands crawled at the sheets, her vision fading into a blur of excruciating pain.
Another hard th-ru_st. And another. And another.
By the time his phallus was fully seated inside her, Emeriel was on the verge of passing out.
Every inch of her private felt as though a searing-hot spike had been driven deep inside. A colossal, scorching inferno of pain.
Tears streamed from her eyes, her body shaking like fragile leaves in the wind. Once it was fully inside, the beast let out a growl of satisfaction.
In an instant, it began to move, its phallus plunging into her body. Emeriel yelped with each th-ru_st, hurting beyond measure. Almost immediately, another wave of intense heat contraction washed over her.
Too much. It was simply too much for her.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she passed out cold.
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𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗘, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦.
A heavily pregnant Urekai woman paused at the entrance of the corridor leading to the chambers of the Grand Lord of Blackstone. She turned to her male companion, “I shall proceed from this point.”
The male, an Urekai high lord and her bondmate, looked at her tenderly and replied, “I understand. I will await your return here. Go and answer the summons of your master.”
She bestowed upon him a soft smile before continuing her journey. In the distance, the sounds of merriment still lingered in the air. As she reached the sturdy oak door, she knocked once and patiently awaited a response.
“Enter, Merilyn,” a familiar deep voice resonated from within.
Merilyn stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She humbly bowed in greeting and spoke with respect, “My lord.”
Grand Lord Vladya, who stood facing the window, turned to look at her over his shoulder. A small smile graced his lips as he regarded her, “No need for formalities tonight.”
His eyes held warmth, “Even heavy with child, you remain as beautiful as ever, Merl.”
A soothing smile appeared on her face as she moved further into the room. “I am uncertain if that is a compliment, Vlad. I resemble a watermelon. If you had summoned me prior to these seven months, you might have seen me in a better state.”
“You look stunning now. Besides, I am certain Henry keeps you occupied.”
“Never too busy that I cannot nourish my master,” she answered firmly. The distance between them closed as he enveloped her in a warm embrace, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. “My bondmate and I worry about you, my lord.”
“Worry not. You have the baby to concern yourselves with. Have I expressed my elation for you? You and Henry have strived to conceive for three hundred years, and finally, the little one has arrived.” He pulled away, his eyes taking on a gentle light reserved only for his bloodhost.
“Three hundred and eighty-four days,” she corrected with a soft smile, “It is difficult to forget when one counts the days with such fervor.”
“I understand. Therefore, you need not worry about this old, cantankerous male. I have merely been preoccupied, that is all,” Vladya assured her.
Merilyn let out a sigh. “You are aware that sustenance from food can only provide temporary nourishment and is never sufficient for our alphas. You must feed on blood regularly. Why do you risk succumbing to turning feral when I am always prepared to feed you? I am merely a few miles away from the fortress.”
That was Merilyn—always concerned, always caring, and constantly striving to take care of him. Lord Vladya felt genuine happiness knowing that she carried a child within her after searching for so long; Merilyn would undoubtedly be an exceptional mother.
“Daemon once went five years without feeding and managed to remain in control,” he reminded her.
“But he came dangerously close. It was only through drinking from Grand Queen Evielyn, even though her blood could not sustain him, that he maintained a semblance of sanity during that time.”
“The agonizing headaches nearly tore his head apart, and his health suffered greatly until he caved and summoned his bloodhost,” Merilyn’s smile turned sorrowful, full of worry. “You do not possess a bondmate, my dear Vlad. You cannot continue like this. I do not wish any harm to befall you.”
Just then, Merilyn finally took notice of her surroundings. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of a motionless figure lying on blankets at the far end of the spacious chamber.
A human female figure.
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𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦.
Emeriel awoke to an immense pressure weighing upon her. Pain surged throughout her body, particularly in her lower region.
Then, she heard the menacing growl of the beast, and the memories came rushing back. The beast was mounting her!
“Please, that’s enough, it’s so painful,” she sobbed, attempting to shift, but the beast emitted a warning growl.
Its member sawed in and out of her, as if it wanted to own her inside. Emeriel could no longer feel her heat, but the beast was obviously not finished with her.
Its manhood pressed against that strange gland inside her, and it plunged in, particularly hitting that spot over and over again.
And, something unexpected happened.
Instead of the pain she had expected, as the phallus massaged that swollen gland, pleasure like she had never felt before overwhelmed Emeriel.
A scream erupted from her throat as her 0rg@zm tore through her body. She shook from the intensity of it, her body gripping the thick phallus tightly as it milked her from within.
The beast emitted a low, pleasured groan, its pace increasing.
When the 0rg@zm drained out of her, Emeriel was exhausted.
The feral creature pulled its shaft all the way out and slammed it back in, hitting a bump deep inside her that made her see red. And not in a good way.
Emeriel wailed, her fingers clutching the sheets. Again and again he th-ru_st in, hitting the same spot deep inside her that simply hurt. Her eyes welled up with tears, which cascaded down her cheeks with every th-ru_st of his unyielding hardness.
“By lights, I’m going to die tonight,” she cried.
The beast was trying to penetrate into her womb, but the spongy mouth of her cërv|x remained tightly closed, as Emeriel was not in full heat.
Either the beast had no idea or he simply did not care. It th-ru_st into her ruthlessly. Mercilessly. As if it wanted to batter its way in.
“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” she wailed, writhing beneath the mighty beast.
Emeriel knew that as a Siren, her body opened to accommodate his size without being torn from within. However, with no the proper preparation and gentleness needed to ease a siren into heat segz, Emeriel was simply in agony.
Even as her Siren gland desperately pumped out more fluid, her body still hurt as if she were being boiled in scalding oil.
A loud roar suddenly ripped from the feral’s throat, and it stilled as its semen shot into her body…coating her insides, filling her up. And, wh@??ver was in his sperm triggered another 0rg@zm from Emeriel.
Without any warning. Devoid of pleasure. Just an overpowering and inexplicable feeling that flooded her senses. It was surreal.
Emeriel squealed, desperately trying to scramble away from the onslaught of sensations. But the beast roughly pulled her back, pinning her down with its paws, forcing her to take it all. Every last drop.
She wailed. Shrieked. Screamed.
When the beast finally withdrew its member from her, Emeriel’s arms gave way, and she collapsed onto the bed, her head spinning.
She had no strength left in her, and there was a pool of semen where she lay. Weakly, she turned her head to gaze at the beast. Relief flooded her as she saw the beast pulling away.
Oh, thank heavens, it’s all over now!
For a moment there, Emeriel had thought she would be meeting her parents on the otherside. But, thank the sky the beast was leaving.
However, when the feral creature rose, it grabbed Emeriel’s legs and dragged her toward the edge of the bed before hoisting her up by her midriff.
Wait, it wasn’t done with her? Surely, that cannot be…
“No, no, no,” Emeriel struggled, flailing but unable to find a foothold.
The beast carried her halfway across the chamber, and as quickly as it had begun, it abruptly ended. Her knees met the cold, hard floor, and her hands instinctively reached out to maintain balance.
When she sensed that hard, rugged body behind her once more, and felt that enormous member nudge her sore privates, a sense of dread settled in her belly.
Light above, the beast was not done with her.
Oh demons, she was going to die tonight.
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