BEAST'S SLAVE - CHAPTER 20
Emeriel found himself with no other choice but to reluctantly close his mouth around the repulsive member.
His stomach churned, and he gagged, coming dangerously close to throwing up, especially when that phallus hit the back of his throat.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the distance. The sounds of breaking objects and male voices shouting curses filled the air.
“Motherf-__-kers! They are fighting again,” Master Boris cursed, pulling away from Emeriel.
Hastily, he fixed his pants, muttering angry curses under his breath. “This is not over,” he hissed at Emeriel before he turned and stormed off.
Emeriel had never felt such relief. He glared at the door as he wiped his mouth clean.
As the commotion continued, the door swung open, and Amie entered. “Are you alright, Prince Emeriel?”
“Could you please not call me that?” Emeriel snapped angrily.
“Sorry,” Amie lowered her head, chagrined. “It’s a habit, and I’ll w-work on it.”
“Sorry, sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s not your fault. It’s just…” Emeriel shook his head, his hand smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes. And his hands were shaking.
“It’s alright, I understand. I’m not even of royal lineage, and yet sometimes I feel that anger too. After they hurt you, force themselves upon you, you try to plead, but they laugh. Because you’re a plaything, you’re not supposed to beg.” Amie’s voice cracked a bit. “After that feeling of utter helplessness comes the anger. All-consuming. Overwhelming.”
She understands. The fact that someone understands brought tears to Emeriel’s eyes.
Impulsively, he pulled Amie into a hug, and the girl’s arms wrapped around him. “I’m sorry. And thank you, Amie.”
“It’s alright, Prin—Emeriel. It’s alright. I understand more than you think,” the girl muttered.
When Emeriel withdrew from the embrace, he tried to suppress his fear. Back in Navia, he was not so easily overcome by fear.
Perhaps it was because, although Navia was equally dreadful, it was somewhat better. There he could fight. He could defend himself.
But here, he was as physically weak as his circumstances.
Struggling to quell the fear inside him, he ran his hands through his disheveled hair. That was a close call. Too close.
Master Boris almost discovered his secret. He could still find out in the future. The male had his eyes fixed on Emeriel.
Emeriel swallowed tightly. He was so tired.
All of a sudden, the urge to see Aekiera was like a living thing inside him. He needed to see his sister. To ensure she was alright.
When their day’s work finally came to an end, Emeriel and Amie walked together into the fortress. They parted ways in the slaves’ quarters, and Emeriel set off to find his sister.
Although Aekiera had been assigned to work within the fortress, her status as the beast’s segz slave remained unchanged. Therefore, she still had her chambers in the main area.
Emeriel opened the door to her bedchamber, and there she was. Aekiera sat in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. Her head snapped toward the door when it opened, and relief filled her eyes as she recognized Emeriel.
“Em!” she exclaimed, rushing towards him. Emeriel met her halfway, and they embraced passionately.
“I’ve been worried sick. It’s been over a week,” Emeriel pulled back and scrutinizing his elder sister, searching for any signs of bruises or harm.
“I’ve been worried too, Em. I’ve tried to make a conscious effort to visit, but I always end up so exhausted by the end of the long days that I fall asleep as soon as my head touches the bed,” she responded, looking guilty.
Emeriel understood. Most days were like that for him as well. “How are you doing, Keira? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Fetching water and emptying basins have their advantages. They keep you so busy that the slave masters don’t get the chance to act on wh@??ver wicked thoughts they have. It’s an advantage that comes in handy,” Aekiera informed him, settling back into her chair.
Emeriel stood behind her, taking the brush from her. He began to gently run it through her blond locks.
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“What about you, Em? I loathe the fact that they do not assign you a specific duty. They constantly change your tasks. It would be better if you had a consistent role, even if it meant enduring some stress. You would be at less risk of working for wicked slave masters if you only interacted with a few of them,” Aekeira expressed her concern, “Perhaps the cellar would be best.”
“Not the cellar,” Emeriel countered fast. Too fast.
Aekeira turned her head sharply to get a better look at him, “What is wrong? Has anyone… Have those masters been cruel to you?”
Emeriel hesitated. But it was always hard lying to Aekiera. “Not both. One of them has…has taken an interest in me.”
His sister froze. Dread pooled in her eyes, worry replacing tiredness. “Oh, dear lord…”
“You need not worry,” Emeriel was quick to add. Saddened by those looks, he aimed to make her feel better, “He has not acted on his desires yet. I reminded him that I belong to a grand lord, and it made him cautious.”
“Nothing can make them cautious, Em. You do not have to lie to me. I understand that I cannot always protect you, but it breaks my heart to think that after everything you went through with the beast, not long ago, some useless master is onto you again,” Aekeira’s sorrowful eyes burned with anger. “Perhaps I should poison him.”
Emeriel was so startled that for a whole minute, he was unable to form words. “No! Do not do that. Have you forgotten the consequences of ki||ing a master!? You would be whipped, tortured, and burned alive!”
“One has to get caught first,” Aekeira squared her shoulder stubbornly.
“Nothing remains hidden under the sun. Aside from their investigations, these people are Urekai, not humans. They possess heightened senses and numerous magical artifacts that could rival even the mages. You would be caught,” Emeriel would have really been on board with this if not for the consequences. He does not want his sister in harm’s way.
Furthermore, if they began to ki|| every slave master who mistreated them, how many would they have to ki||? It would become an endless cycle of violence.
How long would it take before their own humanity faded away, and they turn into monsters?
“We are slaves, Aekeira,” Emeriel spoke softly, his voice filled with resignation as he continued to untangle her hair with the brush. “This is our fate.”
A heavy silence settled between them.
“That is usually my line, Em. I am usually the one speaking of despair and acceptance,” Aekeira’s voice cracked, “You were always the one offering encouraging words, saying all those nonsense about faith and hope.”
Yes, Emeriel conceded.
But when one’s body undergoes some weird changes, has a secret so burdening, has been brutally mounted by a feral beast, roughly handled, and lashed with a thorned whip, one was bound to feel so exhausted.
“I am just so tired, Keira,” he kept his voice steady and light. His sister must not know how much he was breaking on the inside.
However, Aekeira, always perceptive, rose again, turned, and pulled him into another heartwarming embrace.
Emeriel went easily, hugging her tightly as he breathed in her familiar scent.
Aekeira always smelled like their mother. It was soothing.
Until Aekeira’s hand pressed against his back, unintentionally applying pressure to his wound, which send a sharp pang of pain through his body. Emeriel jerked, crying out in pain.
His sister pulled away, her brows furrowed, “What is the matter?”
“It’s nothing. Do not worry about it.”
But Aekeira refused to let it go. Instead, she untucked his shirt from his pants and raised it, her eyes scanning his body intently.
“It’s not nothing,” she insisted, gently pulling his shirt over his head.
She proceeded to remove his other two shirts until the wrap bandage was exposed. Aekeira’s eyes dart underneath his chest and she gasped, taking a step back.
Horror blanketed her eyes.
“You were w-whipped?” Her voice small, broken.
“It was not too severe. Besides, it is already healing. Madam Livia said it will be completely gone by next week.”
A tear escaped Aekeira’s eyes. “You w-were whipped?”
Emeriel closed the distance between them, his arm enveloping Aekeira, and spoke in a soothing tone, “Do not let it trouble you, Aekeira. You have endured far worse—”
“Yes, men have forced themselves upon me before. Some I had to cooperate with willingly to avoid incurring King Orestus’s wrath. Most times, they only take their pleasure without inflicting violent harm upon me. I am either in pain or numb to it. None of them ever whipped me, Em.”
“You downplay it for my sake, sister. I was there too, remember? I know what it feels like. I would not argue with you on it, but I only want you to be strong for me as well. Just as I have always been strong for you,” he pleaded, fighting back his own tears. , “Especially on a night like this when I’m finding it so hard to keep being strong, Kiera.”
“I am deeply sorry, Em. I am here for you,” Aekeira’s voice trembled as she began to outrightly weep, her arms holding Emeriel tenderly. “I never wanted this fate for you. Perhaps you are right. Maybe we should escape.”
“Aekeira—”
“We will never know until we try! I h@?? this! I h@?? that we have to go through all of this and we are so helpless to stop it! I despise it!” Aekeira cried out with fervor and sorrow.
Her tears soaked Emeriel’s shoulder, “I live in fear every day, uncertain when I will be sent to please the beast again. It has been weeks, so it will happen soon enough. Moreover, the ceremony for the presentation of new slaves is imminent. We will be passed around to so many males that we will lose count of those who violate our bodies. They will strip you, and your secret will be revealed. What will happen then? What will they do to you? I live in fear every day, Em.”
Silent tears streamed down Emeriel’s face.
“We have no one here, Em. We cannot rely on miracles. What awaits us? Will we live like this forever? It t-tears me apart to contemplate such a fate.” Aekeira wept, sobs choking her throat.
“This is all my fault. I should have never prayed to leave Navia. This is not what I meant when I said those prayers, Em. At least in Navia, you were safe. We did not have to live in fear of…everything. This is a fate worse than Navia.”
In the embrace of the night’s silence, they cried together for a while.
Aekeira’s tears flowed unchecked, her face swollen and eyes red. She took hold of Emeriel’s hands, her grip firm. “Let us escape. One day. Let us try.”
•••••••••
Later that night, Emeriel lay in her own bed, shedding the physical disguise that had concealed her true identity as a female.
Now, she was simply Emeriel, the princess turned slave. Clad in her night attire, she gently massaged her B??@Å¡?s, seeking relief from the ache that had formed from being confined all day long.
Thoughts of her sister’s words weighed heavily on her mind.
Emeriel did not regret becoming involved or making those Urekais buy her too. She does not regret being here, together with her sister.
But Aekeira had been right.
There really was no salvation for them here in Urai. Being treated like mere trash was truly their fate now. No miracle was going to happen.
The harsh reality settled in, and Emeriel felt a sharp pain in her chest, unrelated to the discomfort in her B??@Å¡?s. Determined not to succumb to tears again, Emeriel forced herself to abandon such thoughts.
In its place, the thought of tomorrow’s duties consumed her mind. She had heard that the work assignments would be reshuffled once more. Emeriel had caught snippets of conversation among the slaves. Whispers about it.
Someone would be unlucky enough to be assigned the cleaning duties of the floors that led to the Forbidden Chambers.
A shiver ran down her spine. Oh, Heavens, I hope it would not be me.
The mere idea of being near the beast again terrified her. A lot.
Sleep. She needed sleep.
Turning to her side, she willed her eyes to close. Fortunately, exhaustion soon took over, and slumber embraced her.
Her last thought was, perhaps they really should try running away.
As she slept, dreams invaded Emeriel’s mind.
The beast pinned her against the wall, nudged her legs open, and th-ru_sted into her body. His hands exploring her body, owning her. Waves of intense ecstasy washed over her, eliciting screams of pleasure.
And he did not stop there.
He took her body continuously. In the dream, his member felt too good. An overwhelming amount of pleasure that seemed never-ending flooded her system.
He ravaged her like a creature possessed, making her release endlessly.
And yet the beast was not satisfied. He would take more. And more…!
Emeriel jolted upright, gasping for breath. Sweat drenched her body, and her disheveled coverlet lay discarded, evidence of her restless movements.
Her body burned with heat, consumed by arousal to such an extent that she momentarily feared she was in heat again.
But she was not.
She was just so aroused that it felt like she would die if she did not get relief. Emeriel pulled the covers back over herself, removing her undergarments.
She Mõ@?ed audibly as her fingers made contact with her throbbing ????oris. So wet. Soaking.
She began to stroke herself, pleasure coursing through her being. She bit into the bedding to muffle her cries, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations.
Her innermost core felt empty, craving the sensation of being filled. She inserted a finger, and a cry of bliss escaped her lips.
The hungry clenching of her inner muscles around her digit startled her. It felt as though the beast’s monstrous member had never ravaged her.
What if he mounted her again?
What if he craved her body once more, needing to penetrate her, to claim her in the most primal way?
What if he spread her open and breach her body—
A shocked cry tore from her as she tumbled over the edge of ecstasy. Sensation after sensation coursed through her body, leaving her trembling and her channel fluttering around her finger.
The waves of pleasure seemed never-ending.
When Emeriel finally opened her eyes, she felt wierded out. Tears welled up, even as exhaustion took hold and sleep beckoned her once more.
She felt betrayed; betrayed by her own mind, her own body. What in the name of the heavens was wrong with her?
How could her body want for more of that beast?
Lights above, she was a freak.
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