BEAST'S SLAVE - CHAPTER 5
Emeriel panted through another painful spasm in his belly, which radiated down to his intimate parts.
Despite the fear of someone discovering his secret and Amie’s intention to seek help, he couldn’t summon the energy to panic. The pain overwhelmed him, rendering him too uncomfortable to focus on anything else.
He couldn’t take this anymore. Emeriel adjusted himself onto his back, spread his legs, and pressed a finger firmly against the swollen nub in between his legs that throbbed intensely. A wave of pleasure tingled down his spine.
Oh? Interesting.
He repeated the motion, crying out as the pleasure intensified. Soon, Emeriel was rubbing his oversensitive clît, unable to stifle his Mõ@?s as his back arched off the bed.
He played with his feminine part, listening to his arching body, repeating every act that made him feel good. Before long, an 0rg@zm washed over him, drowning out the pain.
Yes, it felt so good. So good.
Afterward, Emeriel’s body relaxed. The pain dulled, and for the first time in over an hour, his foggy mind cleared slightly. He rose and cleaned himself up, noticing that the basin had been emptied after Aekeira’s bath. Drawing water from the well was a much better choice than, going to the river.
What would he do about Amie? She knew his secret and was on her way to inform the head maid. How would he get himself out of this situation?
Emeriel picked one of Aekeira’s garment, doned it on, hoisted the sturdy wooden bucket with a firm grip and headed out of the chamber to go find the well. The night air was alive, far from the hush of silence one might expect.
The harsh commands of the slave masters punctuated the darkness, their relentless pursuit of productivity never ceasing, even under the cloak of night. They drove their slaves mercilessly, the sound of clanking chains mingling with the distant, sorrowful groans that echoed in the air.
Navigating with cautious steps, Emeriel found the hidden route that descended into the bowels of the compound, a secret path that led to the backyard. In the secluded backyard, under the watchful gaze of a sliver of moon peeking through the scattered clouds, he filled the bucket with the cool, refreshing water.
Upon re-entering the chambers, a chilling realization washed over him, as abrupt and cold as the waters of the well. He could no longer hear Aekeira’s voice. Panic gripped his heart. Could his sister be dead?
As he reached for the wooden bucket, that all too familiar dreaded thump thump thump stirred in his lower belly. By the Light, it had returned!
“No, no, no, not again!” he cried out. In a matter of seconds, a fresh wave of spasms crashed through him, and he doubled him over in sheer pain.
Emeriel did everything to distract himself from the agony. Abandoning his bucket, he pulled an old, dust-coated book from the drawer of the chamber’s solitary table, hoping to lose himself in its pages.
Yet, the effort proved vain.
Tension knotted in his stomach, a relentless discomfort making it impossible for him to remain seated. Restlessly, Emeriel shifted his position, pressing his legs together in a vain attempt to ease the ache.
However, the more he tried, the more it hurt. It simply was not working.
Oh, by the Light, wh@??ver was wrong with him?
Moments later, Emeriel found himself sprawled naked on the floor, even his chest-binds lay discarded. His fingers vigorously rubbed his sensitive ???? without respite.
He had lost count of how many 0rg@zms he had experienced, yet relief remained elusive. A brief break was all he ever got in between, before the relentless agony returned with a vengeance.
Each time, even the pleasure dulled. And, the pain that had once been a mere throb grew more profound.
He had no idea how much longer he could endure this ordeal. His arm ached from the arduous rubbing, and his ???? burned red and raw from the relentless abuse.
Sweat and tears mingled as he lay helpless on the floor, his body consumed by excruciating pain. Emeriel wouldn’t wish this agony upon his worst enemy.
When the door swung open and two figures entered, Emeriel had to blink repeatedly to clear his blurry vision enough to discern them.
“Oh, he’s in an even worse state than before! I told you, Madam Livia,” Amie’s voice echoed faintly as she drew nearer.
“By the Gods…” Madam Livia’s shocked voice escaped her lips as her hands flew to cover her mouth, her eyes widening. “He’s truly a woman.”
“I told you so, Madam Livia.” Amie bent down, hovering over him. “Are you alright, Princess Emeriel?”
“N-no!” Emeriel wanted to shout, but his voice came out as a feeble whisper, filled with exhaustion. “D-don’t call me that.”
“How long has he been like this?” Madam Livia asked, approaching cautiously to observe him.
“Hours, Madam Livia. Do you know what’s afflicting him?”
Emeriel’s eyes flickered with hope as he looked expectantly at Livia.
“I’m not certain yet. Amie, help me. Let’s move her to the bed,” Livia ordered, and the young girl hastened to comply. They carefully shifted Emeriel’s weakened form back onto the bed, yet he scarcely felt the coolness of the mattress against his back.
His relentless self-stimulation continued, his womanhood convulsing and slick with moisture. Another 0rg@zm wracked his body, and Emeriel cried out at the bewildering mix of pain and pleasure coursing through him.
When the episode passed, he was left partially unconscious.
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Madam Livia gazed at the girl lying on the bed, carefully assessing her condition. At sixty-four years old, having served as a guardian to countless maids and overseen the training of numerous slaves, there weren’t a lot of things that could truly surprise her anymore.
However, this one left her speechless with astonishment.
Yes, she had heard stories of females disguising themselves as males before—it was not a common occurrence, but it was not unheard of either. The reason it wasn’t common was that those who were discovered faced severe punishments in all the human kingdoms, often leading to public executions.
Thus, while not unheard of, it remained a rare occurrence.
But, she had never expected to encounter someone who had successfully lived under such a disguise for over two decades without being caught.
What was even more astonishing was that this one had lived right under the nose of King Orestus, the tyrant ruler of Navia, within the same confines of the royal palace. Livia found herself genuinely astounded.
Though it was only a small fraction of her overall surprise.
Ah, but now it made sense. The ethereal beauty possessed by Prince Emeriel was truly remarkable. She just knew the boy was way too pretty when she first caught sight of him earlier in the day.
And, she was a brave one. It takes a significant amount of bravery to live like this for way too long.
Livia couldn’t help but feel a sense of pity for what awaited her in this kingdom. The Urekai lords and slave masters would stop at nothing to devour her when faced with such a captivating look.
Nevertheless, the princely attire did an admirable job of concealing the feminine curves the young woman possessed—and she had curves aplenty. Voluptuous and enticing, with a generously rounded buttock.
She let out a pitiful Mõ@?, blinked wearily. Then, slowly she rose to her hands and knees, her limbs shaking. Pressing her upper body against the bed, she gripped her buttock cheeks and parted them.
“Take me, p-lease,” she cried out.
“It’s all instinct, right? This need to present?” Madam Livia asked, trying to understand what was happening. Surely, it couldn’t be…
But all the evidence pointed to that. The little prince has m@$tvrb@ted desperately, trying to relief her own anguish for the better part of the night.
“Yes,” Emeriel nodded vigorously. “I’m in pain. I want something inside,” she punctuated by th-ru_sting her body towards Livia, “Please, please…!”
“Unfortunately, I am not in the position to help you.” Livia told her, and the girl began to sobbed.
She then uncurled from that position, laid down on the bed, and humped the sheets furiously. Her hips moving, she whimpered, her teary eyes closed.
Emeriel was in heat. This is definitely a mating heat cycle, Livia thought was shock.
Whether it was a mini-heat or a full-heat remained to be seen. Judging by the way the girl had rubbed herself raw from self-stimulation, her reddened ??pplës, and the relentless intensification of her heat, Livia would guess it might be a full heat.
But, from the sheer confusion in the girl’s tired eyes, it was probably her first heat, so it was likely a mini-heat that simply came on too strong.
For Emeriel’s sake, Livia fervently hoped to the sky that it was merely a mini-heat.
A distressed gasp escaped the girl’s throat, and panic once again filled her eyes. “I think it’s happening again,” Amie exclaimed, her own expression filled with terror.
Then, Emeriel clutched her belly, doubling over and emitting a cry of agony. She quickly adjusted her position, her desperate fingers resting on her bruised ????oris, tears welling in her eyes as she began to rub in jerky motions.
Livia swiftly grasped her hand, halting the frenzied movement. “Allow me,” she said softly.
“Please…! Please. I t-think I’m dying,” Emeriel pleaded, her eyes wide with fear.
“It would surely feel like death, little prince. But, I can assure you that you will survive this.” Then, she sank a finger into the girl’s drenched and eager opening. Livia paused as Emeriel’s eyes rolled back into her head, and then she convulsed around Livia’s finger, unleashing a piercing scream of release.
Livia kept moving her fingers inside Emeriel, searching for…
Ah, there it was. Her gland was swollen, depraved. Livia pressed hard on that slippery nobe inside her.
Emeriel let out another piercing scream, her body twitching, writhing. Livia deducted she was having another 0rg@zm. Thick moisture spilled out from her tight passage, forming a small pool.
Livia kept fín???ing her, stimulating her, now aiming for the new gland that set her apart from other humans. It didn’t take long for a third 0rg@zm to follow. Emeriel gyrated her hips, the tension uncoiling from her, her shout echoing throughout the chamber.
As the tension drained from her small body, the girl passed out cold.
Taking advantage of the moment, Livia carefully inserted another finger, ski||fully avoiding the girl’s hymen, to assess the state of her inner body. A sigh of relief escaped the older woman. Her womb did not descend.
It was indeed a mini-heat. And it had run its course.
Livia delicately withdrew her finger from the quivering, tight opening and stepped back from the bed. “Attend to her cleanliness, Amie,” she instructed gently.
The young girl nodded, swiftly leaving the chamber to retrieve the necessary supplies. It didn’t take long for her to return, bearing a basin filled with fragrant water, soap, and a soft cloth. Settling herself on the edge of the bed, Amie began her task.
“Be careful,” Livia cautioned. Not only were Emeriel’s intimate regions red and bruised, but other parts of her fair skin had suffered from her relentless scratching, such as her arms. She’d scratched her skin open.
How had she come to experience a heat? Only Urekai females were known to go through heat cycles, it was exceedingly rare for humans. From what Livia had learned, it had been well over two centuries since a human woman had last gone into heat.
The fact that the young prince had only arrived in Urekai territory today, and it was precisely today that her first heat had occurred, left Livia pondering.
Was it merely a coincidence? Why now, of all times?
But, above all, what was she to do with this newfound knowledge? Livia gnawed at her teeth, deep in thought.
At that moment, a distant scream pierced the air. Followed by another, and another.
She sighed heavily. The beast was at it once more. Poor Aekeira. Was this the second round? Or perhaps the third?
Livia couldn’t be entirely certain. The scream was a good thing. For it signified that the beast’s victim was still alive—at least, for now.
Whether she would survive until the morrow, only time would reveal.
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