BEAST'S SLAVE - CHAPTER 28
Grand Lord Vladya gazed out into the night, his arms crossed as he stood at the center of the tower of Blackwood. His mind wandered far from his present location.
His mood remained as dark as ever, though he refused to analyze the reasons behind it. Frankly, his moods had rarely been sunshine in the past few hundred years, so he believed there was no specific cause.
It absolutely had nothing to do with what transpired two nights ago.
On that night, he had lost control of himself. When he recalled half of the things he had said, it made him grimace. Vladya refused to believe that the person who had raged because the human princess undressed for Zaiper was him.
So what if the girl was attracted to the second ruler? It should mean nothing to him. He didn’t even like the girl, so what the hell was that?
The fact that she had captured the attention of every male in court, their eyes greedily taking in her naked form, shouldn’t have upset him so much.
As he battled the need not to unleash on her, he had almost succumbed to a beastflare.
He snorted at that thought. Accidental shifting was for young Urekais coming of age, not for an ancient like him. He was three thousand eight hundred years old, for Urai’s sake.
So why in the fires of hell would that happen? He had fought against the shift…and had nearly lost.
Anger flared up inside him. Aekeira. It was all because of her.
What was it about that little human that made him lose control?
Vladya took a deep, calming breath, suppressing the anger. One would think that after making her pay for daring to invade his mind, he would feel a sense of calmness, but instead, his mind was in chaos.
The night in Urai was always beautiful, but tonight, the stars were few in the sky, and the moon was barely a quarter. In Urai, it was normal for the moon to be half or a quarter.
But whenever a quarter moon appeared more frequently, it could only mean one thing—the Eclipse Moon night was near.
And, on that night, Daemonikai’s beast would be ki||ed.
His chest tightened, as if a hand had reached into his chest and was squeezing to strangle him. You have been preparing to let go for ages now, Vladya. You’re running out of time to make peace with it. It’s time you make up your mind.
Silent footsteps approached from behind and halted near him. “My lord, I have gathered information about the unknown person who has been feeding the grand king.”
Lord Vladya spun around. “Who is it?”
“It’s the young prince, Emeriel. He was assigned to clean the floors, but he took it upon himself to feed the beast. However, yesterday, he was not assigned there, and yet, he went over and fed the beast.”
Emeriel?
Lord Vladya had never considered the boy. Perhaps a soldier or an Urekai maid, but never the human prince who had every reason to run away from the beast.
And, he had done it twice now. But why?
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, your highness.”
Lord Vladya dismissed him. Alone once again, his thoughts whirled. Was there some sort of connection between the beast and that boy, that he was missing?
There was no other reason for the boy to be so brave as to bring his hand close to a feral beast’s mouth. And it would take bravery. He had been there that night when the beast had singled the boy out to mount—Emeriel’s fears had been real.
The thought of mounting brought his mind back to Princess Aekeira. Much to his annoyance.
The next morning, in the light of day, as he had stared at the girl’s unconscious form, a prickle of conscience had stirred within him.
He was not that kind of person. Yes, he abhorred humans, and he was never lenient with them when it came to work or punishments for poor performance, or disobedience. But he was not the kind to forcefully mount a female.
Ottai had not exaggerated: Urekai females fell over themselves to get to him. He could have just about anyone he wanted.
Yet, that had been the problem, hadn’t it?
He could have anyone, but in the past few weeks, he had desired no one but her. Not his beast. Him.
He had lost control with her, and every ugly part of him that he had hidden came out, rearing their ugly heads.
It was a good thing he had satisfied his lust and rid himself of her. Now, he was back in control,and he could concentrate on other pressing matters. Wanting a human was simply unacceptable.
Vladya would sooner ki|| that human than allow them to have that sort of influence over him.
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Emeriel awoke in the middle of the night, feeling feverish and restless. Her body quivered with tremors, and painful cramps clenched her belly. She cried out, gripping her abdomen tightly.
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no, no! She was in such a state of arousal that the need to spread her legs and relieve herself by exploring her womanhood with her fingers was overpowering.
However, Emeriel had learned from experience that giving in to the urge would only intensify the heat.
In a panic, she sprang out of bed and hurried towards the door. The midnight silence enveloped her as Emeriel embarked on a search for Madam Livia.
Surely, there must be some herbs or remedies to make this heat go away. There had to be!
Emeriel was aware that her thinking was not rational. If there was a herb, wouldn’t Madam Livia have already provided it to her in the past?
However, in her panicked and desperate state, Emeriel couldn’t entertain rational thoughts. She had to escape the confines of her room rather than lie down and endure the torment of her heat.
A contraction seized her uterus.
Emeriel cried out as she doubled over in pain. She tried to stifle her cries, not wanting to alert the soldiers. Panting heavily, she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the episode to pass.
When it finally subsided, tears streamed down her face. The ache was all-consuming. Her entire body felt ablaze with desire.
“Prince Emeriel?”
The familiar voice reached him before Amie came into view. The girl hastily adjusted her clothes, and through Emeriel’s blurred vision, he noticed the red marks on Amie’s face as she approached and touched his arm, “Are you alright?”
Her skin crawled. Emeriel jerked her arm away.
“Who is that slave? What business do you have wandering in the night?” a soldier demanded, his footsteps drawing nearer.
Amie stepped in front of Emeriel, shielding her. “Everything is fine here, soldier. This slave was merely returning from an errand for Madam Livia. There is no cause for concern.”
“Worthless humans! Return to your quarters if you wish to avoid a flogging this instant,” barked the soldier in a low voice as he adjusted his clothing.
“Thank you, sir. We will leave now,” Amie took Emeriel’s hand, and ignoring the wince of pain that crossed Emeriel’s face. Together, they began to walk away.
“Same time tomorrow, Amie. Do not make me seek you out,” the soldier called out, his words laced with a thr_@t.
A deep sadness etched over Amie’s face. “Of course, sir,” she responded with feigned cheerfulness.
As they reached the servant’s quarters, Amie finally slowed her pace. Another spasm gripped Emeriel, causing her to wrench herself free from Amie’s grasp.
She pressed her body against the wall and began to desperately rub against it, seeking relief.
Tiny whimpers escaped her throat, which soon turned into painful groans when the stimulation only left her more frustrated.
When the episode subsided, Emeriel slid to the floor. She drew her knees up and tightly squeezing her legs together, resting her head upon them. “It hurts…it hurts.”
“I’m sorry,” Amie said pitifully, already aware she was in heat. “What can I do to ease your suffering?”
Emeriel shook her head, then raised it and let it rest against the wall. Sweat drenched her face, pouring down from her forehead.
“You know, um…it might be easier if you met with one of the soldiers.” the girl suggested, tentatively. “You could venture into the woods. The guards stationed there would not recognize you in your nightgown, your B??@š?s free and your hair unbound. You could seek…relief there.”
Would it truly be so terrible?
Then, Emeriel groaned at the thought. Even entertaining the notion was a testament to how bad her condition had gotten. How desperate she had become.
“Get Madam Livia, please.” she managed to whisper.
Amie nodded. “Alright, alright, just wait for me here.” The girl started to run off. Paused. Looked back. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?”
Emeriel nodded. Talking felt like too much effort.
As she awaited Amie’s return, Emeriel endured. The first contraction hit, even more intense than the previous ones, and by the time she emerged from it, Emeriel found herself curled up on the ground, trembling like a leaf.
The second contraction came just a few minutes later, and Emeriel had to bite down on the back of her hand to stifle her screams of agony. Hurts so much. Oh the sky, so much pain…!
In that moment, she realized she was fighting a losing battle. She needed something inside her. And, she needed it urgently.
Before she knew it, she’d rose and her legs began to move of their own accord.
As if her body instinctively knew what it desired, while her sluggish mind struggled to keep up. Her legs led the way, while her body followed.
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“Where is she?” Madam Livia asked as soon as they turned into the hallway where Amie had left Emeriel.
“I left her here, madam,” Amie whirled around as if she expected Emeriel to magically appear. In a much lower voice, she added, “She agreed to stay.”
Without hesitation, Madam Livia began searching for her. Amie trailed behind her.
Their footsteps echoing through the corridors as they scoured the bedroom and slave quarters. However, their efforts proved fruitless. She was nowhere to be found.
“Maybe she took my initial suggestion,” Amie said, breaking the silence.
“And what might that be?”
“I told her that she could meet the soldiers for relief,” Amie confessed, her cheeks reddening as she lowered her head.
Madam Livia snorted, “What are you doing awake and wandering around here anyway?”
“Nothing!” the girl responded all too quickly. “Absolutely nothing. I was merely heading to relieve myself when I stumbled upon Prin—Emeriel.”
The older woman paused, studying Amie closely. The girl couldn’t meet her gaze.
“Are the guards bothering you again? You know that you can confide in me, right? I would report them and ensure they face punishment.”
Amie was well aware of that. She had reported incidents before, and true to her word, Madam Livia had demoted the guard to sentry.
But no one had informed her about the consequences of exposing soldiers and slave masters. Amie had to learn the hard way. “Of course, Madam Livia. Nothing is happening at all.”
The head maid resumed walking. But Amie felt surprised when the older woman reached the intersection and took the path leading to the Fourth Wing.
Why would Prince Emeriel go to the Fourth Wing?
A moment later, Amie couldn’t hold her curiosity any longer. “Um… Madam Livia? Why are we heading towards the Abyss land?” The forbidden chambers was the only notable place in that deserted path.
Madam Livia remained silent. They continued walking.
As Amie prepared to ask the question again, she heard hushed voices.
“Leave me alone,” a shaky, tiny voice. Familiar.
“Why does this slave have such a sweet scent? It’s almost as if she’s in heat,” a deep male voice remarked.
“Right? A mini-heat, maybe, the scent is faint. My ?ï?k hasn’t gone down ever since I caught a whiff,” another male voice chimed in.
“Who is she? I can’t recall seeing such a pretty face before. Or such luscious hair. She’s almost angelic. I would definitely remember,” spoke the first voice.
“Let me go,” Emeriel’s voice came out weak and small.
“Such beauty. Look at those curves… and her skin, it’s practically radiant. Quick, let’s pin her against the wall, what do you say? I’ll go first.”
“No, no, leave me a-alone.”
Madam Livia quickened her pace, “Oh, this is trouble.” Amie promptly followed suit.
As they rounded a corner, the corridor leading to the forbidden chambers loomed before them. Two soldiers were restraining Emeriel against the wall.
One had lifted her nightdress, exposing her undergarments and creamy thighs, while the other had already undone his trousers, his manhood peaking out as they tried to steady a struggling, distraught Emeriel who had a sweaty, tear-streaked face.
“Release her at once,” Madam Livia commanded, her authoritative voice cutting through the tense atmosphere as she marched towards them.
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