BEAST'S SLAVE - CHAPTER 26
Aekeira knelt within the heart of Grand Lord Vladya’s bedchambers, hands clasped before her, head lowered in submission. As she awaited her fate, the initial nervousness had long abated, and now, she felt tired. Resigned. Numb.
The door opened, and the grand lord stepped inside. The click of the lock that followed sealed her fate. For what felt like an eternity, he did not speak to her, not a glance in her direction to acknowledge her presence.
Instead, he crossed to the other side of the room and stood against the window, his arms crossed as he gazed out into the night.
What was going through his mind?
Aekeira wet her lips. “My Lord, please have mercy on me. I know you are mad at me—”
“Do. Not. Speak,” he stated coolly, his back to her. “You are not worth the sand I stepped on. Why would I, Vladya, be mad at you?”
Aekeira lowered her eyes. His words didn’t hurt her because, even though his tone suggested otherwise, his posture conveyed something else. THAT was what scared her.
The silence gnawed at her, awakening her nerves once again. Next, he crossed to his dresser, and there he began to shed his ceremonial attire.
Aekeira tried her best not to look, her eyes darting everywhere but at him. The rustle of fabric filled the air, accompanied by the the soft scrape of movements. It was like fighting a losing battle against curiosity.
Before she knew it, her eyes were fixed on him. He had his back to her, but the view was…
Aekeira swallowed hard.
His body was the sculpted perfection of a god. Muscled, chiseled, powerfully built – he was a vision both mesmerizing and unsettling. Aekeira found herself unable to tear her gaze away.
Never before had she found cause to admire a man’s physique. Why would she, when every man she had encountered had only brought her suffering and filled her with revulsion?
She was all too aware of the pain they were capable of inflicting.
As she continued to gaze, a sliver of the numbness gave way, replaced by an uneasy prickle of awareness. The sensation felt unfamiliar. Disturbing.
The strangeness horrified her because this was Grand Lord Vladya. The same male she abhored. The same lord who held the power to harm her, or even end her life if he chose.
“Rise.” His voice broke the tense silence.
The command startled her, forcefully pulling her from her reverie. It required a moment for her to comprehend, and upon realization, it felt as though she had been doused with icy water.
Aekeira rose to her feet, her stance unsteady, her gaze respectfully lowered.
“Undress. I want you naked,” his tone cold and clipped.
“Please, I—” Aekeira began to protest, but he silenced her with a deadly glare that instantly shut her up.
Completely undressed, he turned, offering her a full view of his body. “My command was for you to strip, not to speak. Do not make me repeat myself.”
His words were lost on her. Her entire attention involuntarily fixated on his body.
Holy light-gods. His chest was broad, his abs well-defined. And those muscular shoulders. No one should look this good.
Her mind wandered back to that night when she had slept here in his chambers. She had awakened to witness him taking that maid. His th-ru_sts vigorous, his movements hard, and the girl Mõ@?ing in pleasure.
That image had remained ingrained in her memory, evoking warmth within her whenever she recollected it. Now, as she looked at him, her gaze thoroughly took him in.
Then, drifted downward.
That was when she caught a glimpse of his manhood. Aekeira’s breath left her body. And, not in a good way.
It stood erect, intimidating large, and ready to cause harm. Her mind was filled with fear and horror.
Aekeira did not want that anywhere near her. So why was her body responding with warmth?
For the first time in her life, Aekeira felt her body go moist at the sight of a man’s naked form. What in the gods was wrong with her? Why did her womanhood suddenly ache and throb?
“You slut,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Aekeira flinched, her eyes darting away. He had caught her staring.
With purposeful and predatory strides, he closed the distance between them. Aekeira’s breath caught in her throat.
He circled around her, coming to a stop behind her. She almost squirmed at the heat emanating from his body.
His breath brushed against her neck. “I smell your musk. Your arousal.”
Aekeira squeezed her eyes shut, consumed by shame and humiliation.
“You wh-_-re. Just a few hours ago, you couldn’t wait to have Zaiper’s eyes on you. You were so eager for him, practically begging to undress for him,” he snarled dangerously, his breath hot against her ear. “And now, you stare at me like you’re starving. Your eyes devour my Ç0ç? as if you can’t wait to have it inside you.”
“That’s not true. I would never!” she cried, the denial bursting out of her. She shut her eyes tightly, holding herself rigid against him.
“But what to do? Yes, you will have this Ç0ç? tonight. However, there will be no pleasure for you. You are merely a hole for me to use. Here solely for my own pleasure,” he declared abruptly.
His body heat disappeared suddenly. He was now standing in front of her. “Strip.”
Aekeira opened her mouth, but the look he gave her could freeze molten lava. She snapped her mouth shut, her hands reaching for her garments. She began to undress until she stood before him completely bare.
His dark, piercing eyes that had been intensely studying her finally lowered. Meticulously and thoroughly, his gaze swept over every inch of her body.
The strange sensation began again. Her entire body felt hot. Too hot.
Considering everything she had been through in her life, her clothes had always felt like a protective layer. But now, Aekeira suddenly felt relieved to be rid of her clothes. It puzzled her.
She kept her eyes averted, staring into space, determined not to let her gaze wander to his naked form again. She would pretend it wasn’t there at all.
But when her eyes met his once more, Aekeira froze. The gray in his eyes had retreated, and the yellow became more prominent.
The snarl on his lips, accentuating the scar on his cheek, made him appear even more intimidating. His fingers clenched into fists, a dark frown etched on his face as he surveyed her body.
It seemed as though he was battling an internal conflict. Like he wanted to devour her. Like he wanted to hurt her.
Distance between them would be better. Aekeira took a step back.
Yet, he advanced a step. “The body of a segz goddess. Alluring. Disgustingly tempting. That’s how you ensnared all those lords at court. They all wanted to penetrate you,” he spat out.
Aekeira didn’t understand him. Her body? segz goddess? That look that always terrified her returned to his eyes.
She raised her hand, palm out, as she took another step back. “Lord Vladya—”
In two swift strides, he was suddenly in front of her. His hand grabbed her hair, forcefully pulling her head back. “I don’t care if you have lords wrapped around your little fingers. I don’t care if you enchanted Zaiper. But how dare you bring that spell near me?”
“I’m not a witch, I am human! I didn’t do anything!” He was the one bewitching her! Why would she become wet for a despicable man like him? Why would the sight of his naked body make her feel all mush and warm inside?
Speaking of his body.
Her eyes lowered, and without her permission, they began to wander again. His chest hair was attractive, and those arms… Aekeira bit back a Mõ@?.
“Your scent has become stronger,” he growled.
Suddenly, a strong hand wrapped around her neck. One moment, she was standing in the center of his domain, and the next, he moved her and pinned her against the wall.
He surrounded her, his intense gaze fixated on her. “I speak about Zaiper, and your arousal grows? You are here… in my dominion, and you dare to think of him?”
Wait. What? “No, I didn’t think of him in that way, I swear!”
He ignored her.
Instead, he pressed his nose against her neck and took a long inhale. “Your blood smells delicious. Tempting. Like Ambrosia. I could easily drain you dry. I’ve heard that humans look good when drained of every drop of their blood. All pale, beautiful, and lifeless.”
All the color drained from Aekeira’s face. Horror filled her expression as she met those hard eyes. Arousal dissipated, and her body shook with fear.
“Zaiper told me that, you know.” A cynical smile crossed his stony face. “He loves to bloodfeed from humans. You will probably get the same privilege the day you grace his bed.”
That smirk disappeared abruptly, and he pulled back then. “Now you dare to think of him here in my domain?”
Aekeira swallowed hard. Why would he ask her when he doesn’t care about the answer? “I don’t want Lord Zaiper,” she whispered, her voice defeated.
“Liar. You called out for him. You stripped for him.” His hand parted her legs and caressed her wet area. His eyes darkened, and he looked positively furious as he spoke, “Now, you’re aroused for him? In. My. Chamber?”
Aekeira’s mouth opened. But this time she slammed it shut before a word could escape. She would rather die than admit she was actually aroused for this cruel devil before her.
“Humans are disgusting. And with every less human in the world, Urekai is happier.” He did not shout. In fact, there was no indication of the storm brewing inside him in his voice.
It was all calm and quiet. Deceiving.
“All I think about when I see a human is how to make them suffer. How to ki|| and maim them. I never acted on it…they are not worth the time, and effort. But you…” The grey part of his eyes had almost disappeared at this point, until Aekeira believed she was staring into the eye of his beast, “How dare you invade my thoughts? You have no right to be there.”
So many absurd accusations. Aekeira had no idea what she had done that was so wrong.
Heavens, he was as insane as the grand king. There should have been two beasts locked up in the forbidden chambers because Grand Lord Vladya was just as mad. Fear kept her paralyzed against the wall.
“Yes, that’s right. The smell of your fear is intoxicating. Much better than your desire.” Then, he shoved a finger into her.
Aekeira cried out. “Please,” Her body still hurt from what they had done to her earlier.
The hand on her neck tightened, restricting her airflow. His finger th-ru_st relentlessly inside her, and Aekeira whimpered, tears streaming down her face.
In the next second, he released her, picked her up, and threw her to the other side of the chamber.
Aekeira yelped and braced herself for impact on the floor, but she landed on the large bed, bouncing once.
The next second, he was in front of her, climbing onto the bed. His hand flipped her onto her stomach, then pinned her down, her cheek pressed against the bed.
His legs in between hers forced her legs open, and his hard body loomed over hers. Aekeira felt a sharp prod, and before she could brace herself, he forcefully entered her.
A scream tore through her throat as excruciating pain tore through her lower body. He shoved himself all the way in, despite her body being unprepared to accommodate him.
Aekeira screamed and writhed, begging him to stop, but only Lord Vladya pressed down on her. Ruthlessly. Relentlessly.
Until her body finally yielded, taking every inch of his organ.
Aekeira nearly lost consciousness from agonized sensation. It felt as if her internal organs shifted to make way for him.
She hurt everywhere. Like he started a wildfire inside her, and kept adding tinder.
Her high-pitched screams filled the air. Her body trembled beneath his forceful assault.
He delivered shallow th-ru_sts, each one aimed at penetrating her deeply.
“Please stop! Please!” her body twisted beneath him, but he effortlessly restrained her. He set a fast pace, his hardness powering into her in a savage motion.
𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑽𝑳𝑨𝑫𝒀𝑨
Grand Lord Vladya knew he was causing her immense pain, but in that moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
They say a man’s soul holds his conscience, and now, he realized they were right. He had no soul, his conscience was truly dead.
Pleasure was the only sensation he experienced. Intoxicating pleasures that overwhelmed his senses. Her body gripped him like a vise, warmth surrounding him.
His primal beast lurked just beneath the surface. Pushing. Lord Vladya suppressed that part of himself. He did not want her dead…yet.
Resisting the urge to ki|| her was possible. However, what would have proved more challenging was fighting his beast’s desire to inflict pain. So, he did not even try.
Pulling back, he raised her hip, pressing her upper body down so that her buttocks were raised high in the air.
Their primal nature always love this position, and coming from the princess, it went straight to his head. He lined himself up to th-ru_st back in.
“Ouch,” she sobbed, fingers tightening on the sheets.
𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔.
Vladya stilled. The urge was overpowering. He clenched his muscles tightly to resist that temptation.
No, he did NOT want a human slave girl to present to him. Where the hell had that come from?
𝑼𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓.
No, that would ki|| her. Vladya gritted his teeth. He entered her tight opening and resumed taking her. She was not enjoying this—he knew that.
Yet, her channel was wet. Not much, but it was there nonetheless. She’d dried up repeatedly, but her body still produced more liquid to accommodate him.
He focused on the sensations, forcing himself to block out his primal instincts. It wasn’t easy, but the feel of the girl helped him concentrate. Slimy, and so warm he felt so good buried inside her.
𝙄𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙪𝙨. 𝙐𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧.
At this point, Vladya was uncertain if it was his beast channeling those thoughts or if it was all him. His thoughts. His primal instincts.
A few seconds later, with better control over his primal urges, Vladya leaned down, his hands wrapped around her throat as his body enveloped her small form. He th-ru_st back into her vigorously, f-__-king her ruthlessly and without mercy.
She twitched and shook against him. Her screams pierced the night, echoing through the darkness.
And as the night wore on, the voices in his head did not stop.
𝙐𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧.
𝙐𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧!
𝙐𝙉𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙃 𝙊𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝙍!!
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