BEAST'S SLAVE - CHAPTER 29
“Release her, immediately.” Madam Livia’s voice commanded with authority.
Their heads snapped towards the sound. Slowly released their grip on Emeriel, though they remained close. “Stay away from this, Head Maid. This doesn’t concern you. This human was trespassing,” one of the soldiers stated.
“That is my sister’s child, and she works for Grand Lord Vladya. I sent her on an errand, but she must have lost her way. She’s new to the fortress, after all,” Madam Livia explained.
“A message? In her night garment?” one of the soldiers questioned skeptically.
“Would you like to confirm it with the third ruler? Because I would welcome that,” Madam Livia stared them down. “Let us go to Grand Lord Vladya and inform him about how I caught you away from your duty post, on the verge of raping a female he sent on an errand.”
The soldiers exchanged glances. Reluctantly, they released Emeriel, grumbling under their breath. “Fine,” one of them muttered.
“But why does she smell so…” the other guard began, scrutinizing Emeriel, who was sweating profusely. Amie followed his gaze.
The princess’s eyes were glazed over with lust and pain, and she seemed to be suppressing what Amie guessed was another heat contraction, judging from the body tremors.
“Why does she possess such an intoxicating scent? Like a gift from the gods?”
“If I didn’t know better, I would think she was a Siren in heat,” the first guard added, his eyes glazed over in lust.
“That’s because she was drvgged, you fools,” Madam Livia snapped. “One of you soldiers drvgged her earlier tonight, which is why she’s on this errand—to walk it off.”
“Hey, watch your tone,” the other guard raged, taking a thr_@tening step forward. “You may be the Head Maid, but you’re still human. Your position is beneath us.”
Madam Livia didn’t back down. “Is that so? Try laying a finger on me, then. Come on, I dare you.”
The second Urekai whispered something to the angry soldier.
In the end, he took a step back.
Amie suspected that the second soldier might have mentioned how Madam Livia held the power to have Urekai soldiers and slave masters demoted or even lose their jobs.
“Come on, let’s return to our posts,” the second Urekai said to the angry soldier aloud.
“Actually, there’s an issue with that. You have been relieved of your duties for the rest of the night,” Madam Livia stated. “Orders from Grand Lord Vladya. That’s what I came here to inform you before I caught you attempting to force yourself on a Blackstone slave who happens to be my niece. I still think we should discuss this matter with the grand lord if you’re interested.”
The two guards simply walked away. They stood there, watching until the guards disappeared from sight.
“You can return at dawn,” Madam Livia called after them.
“Wow, those are some serious lies, Madam. Are you sure you won’t get in trouble with the grand lord when he finds out you lied in his name?” Amie asked as they approached Princess Emeriel.
“One thing about guilty people is that they never want their offenses to be exposed. What happened tonight will surely be buried by those Urekais,” Madam Livia said, her gaze softening as she laid eyes upon Emeriel. “You’re burning up, Emeriel. What are you doing here?”
“I have no idea, Madam Livia,” Emeriel panted, reaching out and grasping Madam Livia’s arm desperately. “Please help me. I truly don’t want to be here. I don’t understand why my body brought me here,” the last word was lost in a loud Mõ@?, her deep blue eyes widening in panic. “Oh, I think it’s getting worse. Help me, please.”
“Widen your legs,” Madam Livia commanded. To Amie, she added, “Support her stance, Amie, so she doesn’t fall.”
“Yes, Madam,” Amie quickly got into position, and Emeriel complied, her legs trembling.
Madam Livia reached under her night garment, tore her undergarment, and carefully inserted two fingers into her drenched opening.
Emeriel let out a strangled scream as a powerful 0rg@zm surged through her.
As she rode the waves of pleasure, grinding against the head maid’s knuckle, Madam Livia methodically searched for her Siren gland. She didn’t have to search for long. Her fingers to locate it, enlarged and throbbing.
With a firm touch, she pressed down on it, hard.
Emeriel emitted a piercing scream, her body convulsing into a second 0rg@zm so intense that her eyes rolled back into her head.
She nearly broke free from Madam Livia’s grasp if it weren’t for Amie holding her firmly.
Madam Livia continued to press down on the oversensitive bundle of nerves inside her that yearned to be completely satisfied by an Urekai male and coated by their potent sperm.
Emeriel sobbed as the third release washed over her, unintelligible words spilling from her lips as her body soared to heights that made her knees buckle.
But Amie’s surprising strength—despite her small stature—kept her upright and supported, with wild eyes and flushed cheeks.
Finally, Emeriel slumped against Amie. Some of the haze in her eyes cleared, and she seemed to regain her composure. Only then did Madam Livia withdraw her fingers.
“That should provide some relief for a few minutes,” she said.
“Thank you so much,” Emeriel mumbled, her breathing still erratic.
“But those screams… The Grand Lords have exceptionally heightened hearing. I’m certain they heard that,” Amie murmured, her voice filled with panic.
Just then, a deep growl rumbled from the chamber at the end of the hallway.
The three of them froze.
Emeriel’s face turned pale. “The beast has awakened,” she whispered.
Madam Livia glanced at Amie. “To address your concern, I highly doubt the Grand Lords heard that amidst the countless female screams and male shouts I heard coming from Greyrock as I passed by tonight. It sounded like the depths of hell itself.”
Amie wasn’t surprised. Nights without screams emanating from Grand Lord Zaiper’s manor were rare. Most of his slave masters chose midnight as the opportune time to torture their slaves, whether male or female.
Amie had once heard rumors that some slaves were tied up and stoned for Lord Zaiper’s entertainment. He was unquestionably the cruelest of all the lords.
“I’m afraid we cannot stay here for long, Emeriel. If my assumptions are correct about why you were brought here tonight, then I believe the beast has been awake since the moment you set foot in the Fourth Wing. It has only chosen now to make its presence known,” Madam Livia stated.
“Attempting to leave with us is impossible. It would mean the beast breaking free and our blood staining these walls. Besides, your relief is only temporary. You still need to endure this heat. If your legs brought you here, then your body has chosen the beast for its satisfaction. And I can only advise you to follow your body’s lead.”
Another terrifying growl echoed behind them. Emeriel glanced at it, her fear evident. “I have no idea what I was thinking.” she whispered, helplessly.
“I have my speculations, but the truth is, I also have no idea what is happening. What I can tell you is that your mini-heats are becoming more frequent and intense. It won’t be long before your first full heat comes. You must find a way to come clean with one of the Grand Lords before that happens.” Madam Livia said. And she wasn’t done.
“Because on that night, every Urekai male in this fortress will be able to smell you. And they will all come running, consumed by the desire to mount you. They will challenge and fight each other, and in these situations, they fight to the death. Then, countless males will mount you over the course of the three days it would take to sate your body. Now, imagine their feelings when the haze wears off and they discover your deception.”
Emeriel swallowed tightly.
“Imagine what they would do when they find out that they ki||ed each other because you were reckless enough not to protect them by telling them the truth about your gender?”
Emeriel couldn’t fathom it. Just the thought of that scenario filled her with panic. What would she do?
She opened her mouth, but her eyes widened comically. “It’s happening again. Please hold me tight.”
However, their grip wasn’t enough. Madam Livia and Amie held her tightly, but nothing could calm the storm raging within her.
The storm came, taking her away, the burning wave cresting inside her. She writhed and cried out as the storm broke repeatedly, until she was drenched in sweat…wailing, begging to be mounted.
“Shh,” Madam Livia whispered in her ear, gently rocking her through the agonizing ordeal. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Emeriel clung to the head maid, whimpering. They led her away, but Emeriel had no awareness of her surroundings. Every step was painful. The storm raged and broke within her until Emeriel lost all sense of time and place.
And when she finally came out the other side of that wave, she was inside the forbidden chambers, rocking on her hands and knees, @zz in the air, crying for her beast.
She heard the growl first. Followed by the overwhelming heat of a massive presence surrounding her.
The beast was behind her, and Emeriel didn’t bother to fight it. Not anymore.
Instead, she spread her legs wide, lowering her upper body to the ground, her knees pressing into the hard surface. She grasped her pussylips and pulled them apart, presenting to the beast. Offering herself.
The beast let out a primal roar that echoed through the chambers. In the next moment, it was mounting her. As its manhood nudged her, Emeriel was ready to be taken. With one powerful th-ru_st, its organ penetrated her drenched body.
She screamed, overwhelmed by waves of pleasure and pain. The tension in her muscles snapped as she came, convulsing uncontrollably.
The storm of sensations intensified as the feral creature relentlessly and forcefully ravished her.
It hurt, but unlike the last time, the pain brought a strange pleasure. The intense agony of the heat lessened and transformed into pure pleasure.
She felt stuffed. So full.
Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. A cold nose pressed against her neck, taking a deep inhale.
The sensation sent shivers through Emeriel’s body, her ??pplës aching and her breath quickening. She could feel another 0rg@zm building within her.
A low rumble emanated from the beast’s throat. Its sharp claws dug into her skin, pulling her closer as it continued th-ru_sting in and out of her.
An irresistible urge overcame her, a relentless need pressing within. Emeriel surrendered to it, and the words poured out.
“Oh, my Beloved. You feel so good inside me. Yes, just like that,” she cried out. Then, embarrassment flooded over her. Where had those words come from?
The beast practically purred. Plunged in twice more, before pulling back and rising. Then, it lifted Emeriel into its arms.
She yelped, her eyes wide with fear. What was he doing? Was he going to tear her apart?
However, the beast carried her away from their previous spot, and took her behind the metal barricade—its favorite place. There, it pressed her against the wall with its large body.
His domain. The feral beast had brought her to its sacred domain.
Emeriel had read that an Urekai beast was territorial about its domain, and anything entering without an invitation would be devoured. Yet, it had brought her there.
With a snarl, it entered her again, and all coherent thoughts vanished from her mind as another 0rg@zm ripped through her.
“Yesssss!” Emeriel sobbed, riding the crest of pleasure. Desperately holding on to dear life.
His phallus pressed firmly against that swollen gland inside her body, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Shockwaves after shockwaves of ecstasy cascaded through her, leaving her feeling lightheaded. She was fearful of passing out.
Once the waves subsided, the pounding continued. The beast angled her hips and th-ru_st deeper into her relentlessly, into her oversensitive body. The pleasure waned, replaced by increasing pain.
“It hurts,” she cried out, but of course, the feral couldn’t hear. The bane of being taken by a feral. It rides on pure instincts. What does the beast want now?
While sniffing her neck, it intensified its th-ru_sts, going harder. As if it wanted to batter its way into her womb. With every plunge against that sealed entrance, its low growls turned into angry grunts.
“I’m not in full heat, it won’t open for you!” Emeriel screamed, writhing in agony. Her hands clawed at the wall.
Yet, the beast effortlessly held her close, trying to force her to open for him. As if it thought that if it took her hard enough, her womb would let him in.
The beast delivered a particularly forceful th-ru_st, ruthlessly pounding against her closed cërv|x, violently pressing her forward into the wall. Emeriel screamed, tears falling down her cheek. She was going to pass out, wasn’t she?
As a feral, the beast simply cannot fight off its instincts. And now, its instinct was to go deeper. To take her in the most possessive way an Urekai would take a female in heat. Gods, she shouldn’t have come here.
But who was she kidding? She never really had a choice.
Even delirious with the agony of heat; her body, mind, and soul had brought her here. And if it were to happen again in the future, they would likely bring her here once more.
As if they knew something she didn’t.
As if they know something she did, but didn’t want to acknowledge, she thought as she passed out cold.
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