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“I am afraid so, Your Majesty.”
His eyes slipped shut. He sat silently, motionless.
Merilyn felt a sudden urge to comfort him, but wisely refrained from touching a male struggling with his rut.
“I am so sorry, Your Majesty,” she said softly.
He barked out a humorless laugh. “Why? It’s not your fault. I’m the monster who brutalized my woman.”
Merilyn turned to the sleeping princess. Even under the potion’s influence, she was restless, breathing unevenly, shifting, and crying out in pain.
“Can anything be done?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, actually.” She lifted Emeriel’s head, resting it on her thighs.
King Daemonikai’s head snapped up, his hand falling away from his face. “What is it?”
“You must reintroduce yourself to her body.”
His brows furrowed. “How?”
Merilyn exhaled. “It will not be easy.”
Impatience flashed across his face. “Tell me.”
“Your semen. And a great deal of it.” Merilyn felt heat creep up her neck, but she pressed on. “You must spill outside of her and then… reintroduce it with your fingers. Encouraging her to swallow will also help. You need to release as many times as possible and introduce it into her body. Through your semen, her body may recognize you again.”
King Daemonikai considered this before muttering, “I am not the kind to climax quickly.”
She had already deduced as much.
“That is why I said it will not be easy,” she replied. “Yet you must find a way to make it possible. Do whatever you must. Keep these instructions in mind, and more than anything… simply be yourself.”
“Listen to her body, notice even the smallest details… Then listen to your own and simply be yourself,” he muttered.
Merilyn tilted her head. “Huh?”
“The Oracle. Those were the words she spoke to me. She claimed that to be the only way I could help Emeriel during this heat.”
Merilyn considered this, then gave a slow nod. “That makes sense.”
She rose, carefully easing the princess’s head back onto the pillows. Emeriel shifted slightly but remained in a deep, troubled sleep.
“I will take my leave now,” Merilyn said, pulling the covers over herself. “She will not remain asleep for long.”
“You know a great deal about this,” the king assessed her closely. “It has happened to you.”
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Merilyn’s finger clenched in the folds of her skirt, her eyes fixed on the closed door.
King Daemonikai followed her gaze. “It was with Vladya, was it not?”
“After our bonding ritual failed,” she admitted, looking away. “I couldn't believe it was over—after everything we had endured.”
She gave a sad, fleeting smile. “Those were dark times. While trying to cope with the heartbreak, I used heat suppressants. Vladya… he was an even greater mess than I was. And let’s just say—our intimacy then was for all the wrong reasons, and it reflected that.”
“When I went off suppressants six months later, my next heat with him was a challenge,” she said, shaking her head. “I daresay he has forgotten entirely. It’s over a millennium ago, after all. Some experiences, a lady never forgets.”
King Daemonikai nodded.
“I am delighted he has found happiness. That we both have. Our future was so bleak then… and now, here we are?” She chuckled softly. “And now I am rambling. Forgive me, Your Majesty—I will leave you to your duties.”
“Thank you, Merilyn.”
She dipped into a graceful bow and departed.
Minutes later, Daemonikai remained lost in thought, watching Emeriel’s restless sleep. He should have awakened her, but after the day’s turmoil, he lacked the heart to rouse her.
His rut had finally loosened its grip, granting him the clarity to steady his thoughts and determine his next course of action.
Emeriel stirred. “My Beloved…”
That name, from her lips, always affected him. Despite hearing it countless times, there was something uniquely beautiful about the way it sounded from her. Everything with her felt new, different.
“It burns… I am burning,” she cried, rolling restlessly.
From beyond the chamber walls, Aekeira’s cries of bliss rose again. Daemonikai’s senses, amplified by his rut, picked up every detail: the wet sounds of skin on skin, the murmured obscenities of passion.
He forced himself to ignore them, focusing solely on Emeriel.
Rising, he shed his loose pants and climbed into bed behind her. “Hey, little princess,” He gently turned her to face him.
Her eyes opened slowly, confused, darting about the room before settling on him. The tension eased from her face.
“My king,” she breathed, relieved.
Daemonikai kissed her, his lips claiming hers with a tenderness that belied the fire within him.
He pulled her close, his rock-hard cock pressing against her belly. Within seconds, she tensed, making a throaty whimper as her heat returned.
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“Open your legs for me,” he said against her lips.
Her thighs parted obediently, and he found her clitoris, pressing firmly against it.
She gasped, her hips jerking.
He kept kissing her, his tongue ravaging her mouth with the same intensity he planned to show her aching core when she finally let him in.
His free hand wrapped around his thick, throbbing cock as he rubbed and flicked her clit, swallowing her moans.
After a long day of tension and a night of unfulfilled rut, he could already feel his first climax building. Any other time, Daemonikai might have tried to stave it off, but not now.
Now, he welcomed it. He played her body like a finely tuned instrument.
She came at the same time he did. His release spilled across her stomach, warm and thick, streaking downward to her womanhood.
Daemonikai let out a slow exhale, some tension easing from his body. Scooping up his ejaculate, he pressed his hand to her opening. It remained sealed tight, like sinful lips clamped shut to hold back confession.
He massaged the sensitive area, spreading his release slowly and deliberately, as quivers wracked her body.
Wrenching her mouth from his, she panted. “Please… I need… I need you inside me.”
Daemonikai didn't tell her he couldn't. Instead, he distracted her by kissing her again while smoothing his release to where it needed to be.
When he pulled back, her hazy eyes blinked up at him, clouded with desire. The heat wave was there, enough to make her restless, but his touch was keeping the worst of it at bay. That was all he needed.
“I really need your…” Her voice wavered as her gaze flickered downward. “Please, don’t make me beg… Daemon, I truly need it.”
“And you shall have it, young princess, I promise.” He cupped her cheek, tilting her face toward him. “But only if you will be a good girl for your king.”
“Open your legs for me,” he said against her lips.
Her thighs parted obediently, and he found the swollen bundle of nerves, pressing firmly against it.
She gasped, her hips jerking.
He kept kissing her, his tongue ravaging her mouth with the same intensity he planned to show her sweet, aching core when she finally let him in.
His free hand wrapped around his thick, throbbing cock as he rubbed and flicked her clit, swallowing her moans.
After a long day of tension and a night of unfulfilled rut, he could already feel his first climax building. Any other time, Daemonikai might have tried to stave it off, but not now.
Now, he welcomed it. Let it build as he played her body like a finely tuned instrument.
She came at the same time he did. His release spilled across her stomach, warm and thick, streaking downward to her womanhood.
Daemonikai let out a slow exhale, a bit of tension easing from his body. Scooping up the pearly seed, he pressed his hand to her opening. It remained sealed tight like sinful lips clamped shut to hold back confession.
He massaged the sensitive area, spreading his release over her slowly, deliberately, as quivers wracked her body.
Wrenching her mouth from his, she panted, “Please… I need… I need you inside me.”
Daemonikai did not tell her he could not. Instead, he distracted her by kissing her again while smoothing every drop of his release to where it needed to be.
When he pulled back, her hazy eyes blinked up at him, clouded with want. The heat wave was there, enough to make her restless, but his touch was keeping the worst of it at bay. That was all he needed.
“I really need your…” Her voice wavered as her gaze flickered downward to his dick. “Please, don’t make me beg… Daemon, I truly need it.”
“And you shall have it, young princess, I promise.” He cupped her cheek, tilting her face toward him. “But only if you will be a good girl for your king.”