The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 133

She clung to him, her body trembling with a kind of pleasure that terrified her while his hard mouth took everything it wanted from hers.

Danika’s hand reached out, she pulled up his robe and began untying his underthings.

“Danika…” He breathed to her mouth.

“Please, let me…” She reached inside and wrapped her hand around his warm flesh. His breath hitched as she caressed the length of him.

His breathing hitched, she half-expected him to pull away from her, to stop her from touching him. But, his k****s only became more ardent and intense.

She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, and withdrew her hand. His k****s were like a drug to her system, nothing else existed than his hands on her body and his mouth on her.

Danika reached her hand behind her, towards the table and withdrew the gel Baski used on her body. Without breaking the k**s, she opened the lid and dipped her hand into it.

Her hand came out wet and dripping. She wrapped it around his thick hardness, and began working him determiningly with her hands.

Their unsteady breathing filled the air as the two lovers lost themselves in the arms of eachother.

King Lucien broke the k**s, his hand working a little unsteadly on her cotton nightie. He freed her breast from the confinement of her gown, dipping his head lower, his searching mouth found her pert nipple and he began sucking ardently.

Danika cried out. Shards of pleasure overrode the pain that sizzled through her body as she arched her back towards him. Her breasts were so sensitive that the rough urgency of his mouth was hurting and pleasuring her at the same time.

She circled the wide head of his massive thickness, he grunted unsteadily and his hands holding her back to him contracted softly.

“Danika!” His voice broke, but her touch had an inevitable effect on his reserve. She felt him tremble against her, heard his tortured breathing as he tutored her with his mouth.

Each tug of his lips, she felt it in between her legs. She is so wet, she’s all liquid fluid down there. What he was doing to her had her tethering on the edge of climax without falling over.

The movements of her soft hands increased jerkily, she melted into him completely giving herself up to him without holding back.

When he convulsed, crying out in ecstasy, she forced her flushed, aroused, eyes to lift, to look at him. It was incredible…watching him come apart in her arms like that.

King Lucien pulsed in her grasp, helpless, blind, deaf, to anything but the fierce pleasure that was coursing through him. He pulled his mouth from her red nipple and lifted his head, he devoured her mouth.

He kissed her with fervor, his lips hard and fast against hers, he took her breath away. When the last jet of his release spilled, Danika reached for one of the towels Baski has been using to press hot water to her body without breaking their feverish k****s.

She used the towel to wipe him clean before he broke the k**s at last.

His eyes scrunitized her, taking in the unspent desire in her dazed innocent eyes and the slight trembling of her body. He freed her other breast from it’s confinement and lowered his head to it to give it the same treatment he gave to the other.

She cried out at the sensitivity and intensity of it all, it was almost too painful. Her hand held on to back of his head trying to push him away, but it’s like trying to move an unmovable wall.

Then, she heard his hand trail behind her back, he intentionally didn’t touch any of her bruises so he wouldn’t hurt her. His large hand snaked into her underthings from behind and he caressed the small sensitized nub of her womanhood.

Danika clung to him and made soft music for him with the things he was doing to her. He played her body like a keynote and she responded with soft music.

It’s the first time he’s doing something like this to her, it dawned on her hazy mind. The first time he’s touching her with his hand in such an extensive blatant way.

He pushed two fingers into her, her body tensed and she came in shuddering breaths. He patted her soothingly without being persistent, so that she doesn’t hurt herself.

Finally, he pulled back and wrapped her in his arms.

They fell asleep that way. He held her all night.

He didn’t leave until dawn.

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As days passed, Danika started getting better. It was a gradual and steady steps, but she did it. Sally and Baski was right there with her to help her as much as they could.

She was determined to be well and strong on Sally’s upcoming wedding, that was the greatest reason why she pushed really hard. She took all her herbs, never left a pill she was supposed to take.

Remeta was also right there with her, but she’s back to her usual playful child-like behaviours of being happy all the time and chasing crickets.

If you have no knowledge about her, you’ll never believe she has any gift of foresight.

A week passed, and Danika was able to walk around without help anymore. Most of her bruises have faded to red marks and the wounds are almost gone.

Sally worried herself to death as her wedding approached and she hasn’t been able to buy her sandals. She hasn’t been able to go to the village, since what happened to her princess.

Now, her princess is getting better and she still doesn’t want to leave her a single minute.

Danika found out what was happening and was horrified. “Your wedding is fast approaching and as a bride you don’t have your sandals!? What are you going to wear…!?”

“I’ll still go out one of these days and buy one.” She admitted, flushed, “I have the money to buy a very good one.”

“You do?” Danika asked, feeling happy for her best friend.

Sally nodded and confided excitedly, “The king gave Chad a really big money for us to make good preparations. I’m so grateful to him!”

Danika was happy and grateful too, she’d informed Sally that they’ll be going tp the market to buy her footwear. A new bride shouldn’t wait to buy anything, she’d informed her.

Sally was horrified. She hasn’t forgotten what happened the last time they went into the village. How can she forget when her princess is barely getting out of the ordeal?

She’d tried to protest but Danika only shook her head and refused.

“I can’t be inside the palace for the rest of my life without any freedom to walk around as I please, just because I’m scared of being implicated and beaten up. That is not living, Sally.” She stated vehemently.