Page 72 of The Soulbond and Her Beloved

She yelled. It rose in the air… andcut off, everything in her going slack.

In seconds, every active muscle, every trembling bone, every tense fiber in her body melted into the sheets. His Riel—sweet, devoured, bewitching little princess—was out like a light.

Devil’s sticks, perhaps I should not have done that.Her blood trickled down his throat like a hot, rich ambrosia. The delicious food of the gods.

Daemonikai’s roar of pleasure as his cock exploded was muffled against her neck. He pumped into her, release jettingout in thick, powerful ropes, filling her up so deep. Spilling yet again into that pulsing loosened mouth of her abused womb.

His body fucking shook. His breathing loud. His mind blanking to white noise.

Then, he collapsed on top of her. For the briefest moment, all strength left him, and he felt as weak as a newborn while he struggled to steady his breathing.

And when he finally pulled out, his semen dribbled from her, thick and plentiful, threatening to spill onto the sheets—

A feral snarl tore from his throat.

Riding on pure instinct, he seized her limp thighs, pressing them together, tilting her hips upward to keepevery last dropof his cum inside her.

None must drip out!

Mine, mine, MINE!

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Moments later, Daemonikai emerged from the bathing chamber, feeling calmer and satisfied. He draped himself in one of Vladya’s loose, comfortable garments.

He stopped by Emeriel's bedside. Her mini-heat should be abating by now, but Daemonikai did not want to take any chances. Pulling the blanket over her, he tucked it gently around her shoulders.

Then, watched her. Sweeping his eyes over her delicate features for a long while to ensure she was truly at peace.

When he was satisfied, he finally stepped out and headed for the living room.

Vladya stood by the window, a glass in hand, staring outside. At the sound of Daemonikai’s footsteps, he turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder.

"Is Aekeira asleep?" Daemonikai asked as he approached.

Vladya nodded. "She has had a long day... and an even longer night."

"Emeriel too.”

Standing beside Vladya, they stared down at the courtyard below.

Blackstone was alive with celebration all night and into the morning. Firelight flickered across the cobblestone streets, the sounds of cheering, music, and dancing.

The city pulsed with joy. The people were rejoicing. The news of their ruler’sSoulbondhad spread like wildfire.

But Daemonikai remembered the terrifying events of yesterday and sobered. “Those sisters may be human, but their wills surpass even a Urekai’s. Ukrae truly blessed us with the strongest women."

"He did." Vladya swallowed, fingers tightening around his glass. "I keep thinking about the day Ottai and I acquired them. There are twenty-one human kingdoms, and yet, somehow, Navia was the one we chose to bestow our presence upon. The one we demanded a princess from."

A wry smile tugged at Vladya’s lips. "I bought Aekeira, and her little ‘brother’ bravely told me if I did not take him as well, he would always try to cross the great mountain just to reach his sister."

Daemonikai let out a quiet huff of amusement. That sounded like his Emeriel, alright.

Vladya sighed, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "Who would have thought the decision to angrily acquire these women would change the course of our lives? That we would find thegreatest treasuresin a land ruled by the very species we despised most?"

Daemonikai shook his head. He, too, was amazed by it all.

"Fate truly cannot be interfered with,” Vladya mused. “That bitch. I always thought she hated me, yet she knew exactly what she was doing all along."

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