BEAST'S SLAVE - CHAPTER 37
𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋’𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄.
Aekeira was unable to sleep, no matter how hard she tried.
On one hand, she was relieved that Em had managed to avoid Lord Zaiper’s attention in court and hadn’t been forced to undress. On the other hand, a part of Aekeira wished she had undressed if it meant that the beast wouldn’t have taken her away.
Was Em still alive? Was she suffering at this very moment? Aekeira lifted her head, wiping away her tears before resting it back on the pillow.
Suddenly, the soft sound of her door handle turning caught her attention. She sat up and stared at the door.
Unfortunately, her chamber lacked a lock. When she’d requested it, she was told that as a slave, she had no right to privacy and should be thankful she was not in the slaves’ quarters.
Being in the southern wings of the fortress does provide some advantages. Unauthorized individuals rarely ventured to this side. So, who would come here at this time of night?”
Just then, the handle turned, and Grand Lord Vladya entered.
Aekeira’s breathing quickened, her heart pounding in her chest. She bowed her head and greeted him, “My lord.”
He remained silent, his handsome face set to its icy demeanor. Aekeira realized that this Urekai had two default expressions—indifference, or a frosty scowl.
“Your brother is fine. Wipe away your tears and stop staining the sheets,” he said, his scarred cheek drawn down in a terrifying snarl.
A wave of relief washed over her. “Thank you so much. Thank you,” she managed to offer a watery smile.
“Do not thank me. I did not do you any favors,” he stated flatly.
“But—”
“I am not here because of your cries. I could not care less if you cried yourself to your maker,” he calmly explained as he shrugged out of his white robe and hung it on the dressing chair. “But I wanted something else, so I am here to collect.”
Oh. Her happiness vanished, replaced by a sinking feeling of dread. Not this again. Not tonight.
“Strip and give me your back,” he ordered.
A knot in her stomach. It was her fault this time around; she shouldn’t have offered, no matter how desperate she had been. She had made a promise, hadn’t she?
She had been willing to trade her body to anyone who could enter that forbidden chamber and confirm her sister’s well-being. Fresh tears welled up in Aekeira’s eyes as she rose from the bed and began untying her robe with shaky hands.
Her body went warm, betraying her again.
Aekeira panicked. If only there was a way she could command her body to stop. Not for this man who despised her to the core.
Why did her body feel…almost excited? Eager to be mounted by this male?
Completely undressed, she set her clothes aside and stared up at him.
His eyes darkened with arousal as they roamed over her body. It looked like he was battling himself,fighting against something.
Then, he blinked and scowled. “Get on your hands and knees.”
As Aekeira scrambled to get into position, he was already behind her, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her towards the edge of the bed.
He pressed his erection against her, his breath hissing, “The scent of your musk drives me insane.”
She whimpered and buried her face in the sheet. Her heart pounded in her chest as she braced herself for the pain she knew would come.
And it did. With one forceful plunge, he entered her, releasing a low growl of pleasure.
Aekeira sobbed, attempting to move away from the burning sensation, but his grip on her waist tightened.
“You’re so wet,” he rumbled. “You smell like sin. Why do you become so wet for me?”
Amidst the searing pain, Aekeira groaned, feeling ashamed. She didn’t know why. But in that moment, she was grateful because the moisture eased his entry, making the invasion somewhat bearable.
Just like before, he didn’t allow her time to adjust to his size; instead, he began to th-ru_st. She felt so full. Uncomfortable.
While he emitted low groans of pleasure, she cried silently, whimpering.
He took her hard, punishing her with each deep plunge, as if she was the sole cause of his sadness and anger to the world. Aekeira could only hold on for dear life.
When she was beginning to think she couldn’t take it anymore, finally, he came, spurting deep inside her.
Just like when she had been with the beast and the first time with Vladya, his semen burned. It felt like pinpoints of flames spreading within her.
“Hot. It burns, please,” she cried, her body shaking.
“It would, because you’re not an Urekai female or a Siren,” he spoke against her neck, his voice sounding slightly different.
Aekeira turned her head and gasped. His fangs had descended, his gaze pinned on her neck.
“Your blood calls to me. Why?” Lord Vladya hissed, struggling for control.
“I-I don’t know, Your Highness. Please don’t…” It was no secret that Urekais drank from humans to ki||, draining them completely. “Please, don’t ki|| me.”
His body grew tense. His fangs grazed her neck.
For a moment, Aekeira feared he would actually end her life. His breathing quickened, and his grip on her shoulder tightened painfully. He seemed to be locked in a fierce internal struggle.
Time dragged on, and Aekeira’s fear intensified with every passing second.
Then, with a grunt, he abruptly pulled away from her. He straightened his clothes, took his robe, and walked out of her room.
Aekeira lay there, tentative, crying softly, and unable to move her body for a long, long time.
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Three days later, news of the court incident had spread throughout the entire kingdom.
It was the talk of every gathering and the subject of countless discussions. People couldn’t help but speculate and develop their own theories about what had happened.
Some individuals were worried because it meant that the beast could escape its golden cage at any moment, and go on a rampage, wreaking havoc on the kingdom.
On the other hand, there were those who, despite their fear, found a glimmer of hope in the actions of the beast. That behavior was not the action of a feral beast. What if this meant their king could be healed?
During the days that followed, the beast refused to release its captive.
Emeriel remained in the forbidden chambers, unable to leave. Whenever he attempted to, the beast would let out a warning growl.
Emeriel had no understanding of what the beast wanted. It didn’t try to mount him or drink his blood. Instead, it simply watched him with its piercing yellow eyes.
To pass the time, Emeriel found himself talking aloud, even though he knew the beast couldn’t understand him. It was a way to maintain his sanity, otherwise he might actually go mad in this dark, quiet room with only a mindless—somewhat mindless—creature for company.
His sister managed to visit him a few times, although sometimes Aekeira was prevented by soldiers. Nonetheless, there were instances when she successfully bypassed them and stood before the metal gates.
As long as Emeriel didn’t make any move to approach her, the beast remained quiet. But if Emeriel tried to rise, the beast would straighten and growl.
So Emeriel conversed with Aekeira from where she sat, often needing to convince his sister a lot that he was fine. Aekeira was a worrywart, and Emeriel couldn’t blame her.
He did complain about being bored, so during one of Aekeira’s secret visits, she brought several books that she had ‘borrowed’ from the library.
In terms of food, Grand Lord Vladya ordered the soldiers to bring meals to the forbidden chambers on a more regular basis. And they arrived as feasts. Plentiful feasts.
Once the soldiers dropped off the food by the metal gate, Emeriel would retrieve it and bring it inside. The beast would growl, its eyes tracking his movements. When it realized that Emeriel had no intention of leaving, it would calm down.
Emeriel would consume a small portion of the food before offering the rest to the beast, which it always accepted.
Ironically, Emeriel had fed better in the past few days than he had been in ages.
Had the beast truly heard that strange call?
The question bothered Emeriel, and weighed on his mind more than he cared to admit. He had no idea what had compelled him to utter those words, but it had felt like an urge that couldn’t be resisted.
What was even stranger was that Emeriel understood he was now practically the beast’s captive. At its mercy. And yet, Emeriel felt… safe.
A mindless feral—the most formidable predator in Urai—had him confined and under constant watch, but all he felt was protected.
It was a bizarre feeling, bordering on madness really, but it was undeniably true.
For the first time since he arrived in Urai and became a slave, Emeriel felt genuinely safe. As if nothing could harm him within those walls.
True, he had no knowledge of what was happening outside those walls, but he had been left alone for the first time in as long as he could remember.
There were no grueling tasks, no soldiers giving him h@??ful looks, no slave masters tormenting him with lustful gazes, and no mistresses attempting to whip him.
In this place, Emeriel found…peace.
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Mistress Sinai hurried to the fields as soon as she heard the sound of approaching horses, arriving just in time to see them emerging from the woods.
Grand Lord Vladya, Zaiper, and several other Lords had returned from their hunt. The soldiers accompanying them carried an abundance of game, causing the onlookers to cheer and applaud.
As the grand lords dismounted their horses, the soldiers took charge of the horses and hunting equipment. Sinai eagerly awaited Lord Vladya’s approach, practically bouncing on her feet.
“I’ve noticed you have been spending a lot of time with Lord Vladya lately, beautiful Sinai,” Lord Zaiper drawled, smirking and giving them a meaningful look. “Is there something going on between you two that we should know about?”
“Your Highness,” she inclined her head slightly, “Lord Vladya and I are simply discussing important matters. Can I borrow him for a few moments?”
“Of course, of course. If he’s open to being borrowed, that is,” Zaiper replied with a chuckle.
Lord Vladya proceeded forward, and Sinai bid farewell to Zaiper before quickly matching her steps with him.
“You’re doing nothing about that boy, Lord Vladya! It’s been two days, and he’s still there,” she stated once they were out of earshot.
Hands behind his back, Lord Vladya maintained a steady pace. The wind gently tousled his long hair, lifting strands off his shoulders.
“I have no intention of taking any action, Sinai,” he told her in a calm, composed tone.
Sinai couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “But why? That filthy little human is intruding upon my Daemon’s territory, and you’re doing nothing about it? He is trespassing upon the king’s privacy! He has no right to be there!”
“Except the king himself brought the boy there willingly. The boy did not ask for it,” Vladya responded in a measured tone.
Sinai’s eyes widened incredulously. “Why are you defending him? I can’t believe this! I thought you, of all people, would support me in this matter!”
“Calm yourself, Sinai,” Vladya came to a stop and fixed his gaze upon her. “I understand your perspective, but I believe you are overreacting. I’ve thought about this extensively.
That boy has proven to have a positive impact on Daemonikai since his arrival. The boy’s presence seems to bring out a more rational side of Daemonikai rather than his mindless, animalistic side.” He took a deep breath, and added, “Although I cannot make out the exact reason, I have chosen not to dwell on it. If that boy being close to Daemon’s beast contributes to the improvement of Daemonikai’s state, then I hope to hell the boy remains close to him.”
For a moment, Sinai gaped at him, too stunned to speak.
“Are you even listening to yourself? Pardon me, but your words make no sense, Your Highness. How could that worthless boy have any influence over Daemon?” Sinai’s voice was filled with disbelief.
Lord Vladya appeared unfazed, as usual. “I don’t know, Sinai. If I had all the answers, I wouldn’t be thinking so much about it. What I do know is that the boy isn’t causing harm to anyone. So, I would not interfere.
In fact, I’m intrigued by wh@??ver is happening with Daemonikai. And if the boy has any involvement—whether he uses sorcery or not—I do not want it to stop.”
Sinai halted in her tracks, feeling a sense of betrayal as she gazed at him.
“I cannot believe this. Forget it, I’ll go in there and drag him out myself.” She bowed to him, turned, and stormed off.
“Sinai, do not do that. Don’t go in there.”
She continued walking, ignoring his order.
“Sinai.” This time, his voice grew sterner. Authoritative.
She paused, her posture rigid with anger. “My Lord?”
“Do not go to the forbidden chambers. Do not touch the boy. I have issued an order. Do not defy it,” Vladya stated firmly, before he walked past her, and stode away.
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“I have issued an order. Do not defy it, my @zz.” Sinai mocked as she rummaged through her closet. “As if I’m going to sit idly by while that boy remains there any longer.”
Her maids stood nervously, waiting for her instructions, feeling helpless in the tense atmosphere.
Sinai finally found the garment she was looking for: a form-fitting gown that accentuated her curves, particularly the upper part of her backside. After putting it on, she turned to her maids. “The meccai leaves?”
“Here, my lady,” one of them handed her a cup of hot tea.
Sinai took the wooden cup and downed its contents in one gulp. Meccai leaves heightens the scent of a person’s blood, making it more tempting. Irresistible.
She settled into her dressing chair, and her maids took it as their cue to attend to her hair. As they styled her hair, Sinai seethed with anger, her hands clenched into fists.
To hell with Lord Vladya’s command; he would come around eventually. It’s not as if he would punish her because of a mere human, right? That idea was absurd.
As for Emeriel, Sinai had a plan.
She would feed Daemonikai until he was satisfied, enough to put him to sleep. Then, she would take that worthless boy away.
Once she had Emeriel safely removed, Sinai would inflict severe punishment upon him—painful and merciless. She would make him pay dearly.
“Nora?”
“Yes, mistress?”
“Ask one of the slave masters to provide you with three spiked whips, and the crown of thorns. Afterward, proceed to the kitchen and instruct the cook to prepare boiling water mixed with long pepper and chili pepper. Have everything ready in the abandoned underground chamber,” she ordered.
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