Protected: BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 21 – 30
BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 21 – 30
Written by Presh Alicia Daisy.
Rated 18+
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
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 moans 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 orgasm 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.
BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 21 – 30
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