Sex Slave

The princess was silent, thinking about the demon spirit's words. There was nothing of value to Syrena other than her family, even though they pawned Syrena for the sake of the people.

"I have nothing of value other than my family. But, I will not hand them over to you."

"So you want to be this man's sex slave?" asked the demon spirit with an annoying grin.

"No! I do not want to be his sex slave! Whatever it is, take it, as long as it's not my father, mother, and brother," Syrena said resignedly.

"All right, I'll take your word. Now I want us to make a blood pact."

"How do we do that?"

"I will take your blood as an agreement to cooperate with me. Do you mind?"

"No. I don't mind. Then let me go. I'll take the fruit knife." Syrena's eyes focused on the fruit knife on the table.

"No need to bother. I can take it straight away; that way was more delicious." The man on top of Syrena's body licked his lips.

"What?"

"Don't worry; it won't take long."

The white-haired man's head ducked into the crook of Syrena's neck. The man's fangs were stuck firmly while sucking Syrena's blood. The princess screamed and struggled, but in vain.

[It hurts… I didn't expect it to hurt this much!]

In the intense pain, Syrena's vision darkened.

[Eleanor, you have taken a lot from me. Now it's my turn to take just one of yours.]

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Due to something unknown, Prince Agenor's vision suddenly darkened. The prince's body moved to a dark place with small candles glowing in the distance.

The prince's feet tread on the black floor. There was no sound in the place. Maybe there wasn't any other life in the area.

[Where is this?]

Prince Agenor's eyes scanned every place within his reach. The prince's head tilted upwards. A winged creature was seen hovering high above.

The creature flew around the wary brown-haired man at high speed, and its wings were black, big and strong.

"Stay away from her!" A man's voice sounded threatening.

"What? Who is she?" The prince's face tried to follow the movement of the black-winged creature.

The movement of the black-winged creature slowed slightly, and it seemed that the creature had a human body.

"She is mine!" The creature's voice was threatening again.

"She is mine! Stay away from her!"

"Who is she?"

The prince's eyes suddenly darkened again. His body seemed to fly at high speed. However, a comfortable feeling enveloped the prince's heart.

[Erm... Sweet. Very delicious.]

The prince's tongue tasted a delicious liquid, although he did not know it. He heard a woman's moans getting louder and louder.

Something wriggled in Prince Agenor's hand as want to withdraw the pleasure that was filling his mouth.

[No! I like it. I won't let go!]

The prince's consciousness returned. When he opened his eyes, he was in his room. Most surprising to the prince, the pleasure felt so real.

"Please stop..." Syrena whimpered.

Hearing the brown-haired girl's voice, the prince's perfect consciousness returned. Although Agenor was confused by what had happened to him, the pleasure seemed to distract the prince.

Over time, the brunette princess's movements diminished. Her mouth was also no longer moaning. Just then, the prince let go of his bite and grip.

"Don't you want to die?" muttered the prince while staring at the brown-haired woman lying on the bed.

The prince's eyes stared at the face of King Dione's daughter. Sad and frustrated, that's what Syrena looked like.

"Don't blame me for this! You started it!" Agenor wiped his blood-soaked mouth.

The prince's hands clenched tightly. He was furious and wanted to punish the woman in his bed. However, he also wanted to return to his normal human form. So the black-winged man was forced to let Syrena.

There was a knock on the door. Prince Agenor allowed Agasy to enter. She carried a tray and bowl with a pungent smell.

"Your Majesty..." The doctor's eyes widened as she saw Syrena with blood dripping down from her neck. The blood also stained the pillow under her head.

"Put it on the table!" the prince ordered.

Without saying anything, Agasy obeyed the prince's orders.

"Please check Princess Syrena's condition!"

Agasy nodded and approached Syrena, then checked her pulse.

"Her pulse is feeble, Your Majesty," said Agasy regretfully. Agenor was silent, hearing the answer from the blonde-haired doctor.

"Could she be healthy again??"

The female doctor was sighing, but she smiled again and said, "May luck be with her. She hasn't eaten since yesterday, and today she vomited then..."

"Enough! Do not talk too much! I want you to treat her!"

The white-haired prince glared at Agasy. The woman immediately shut up and didn't want to say any more.

"Take her back to her room!"

"All right, Your Majesty."

The blonde-haired doctor saluted and then stepped towards the door to call for help.

"Wait!"

"Is there anything I can help you, Your Majesty?"

"Is it possible for her to conceive?"

The doctor's gaze was full of questions. Would Prince Agenor still want the child of the woman he nearly killed? Or did he want to torture the princess?

"I've never checked princess Syrena's womb healthy directly. However, if Your Majesty wants Princess Syrena to get pregnant soon, it's best not to suck her blood again." Agasy answered calmly.

"Why? I like her blood."

"To ensure the fetus grow healthy, pregnant women must have enough blood."

"Okay. I don't think it's a problem if Syrena is not pregnant. I won't kill her."

"No, Your Majesty. Health preparation should start before pregnancy." The doctor smiled again. He hoped the winged man could accept his explanation.

"Well, I see. Then Princess Syrena's health is your responsibility."

"Of course, Your Majesty. Thank you for your trust." The blonde doctor smiled, saluted Prince Agenor, and then went out.

When only with Syrena, the prince stared at the girl on his bed. His hand caressed the princess's sweaty forehead.

[Who is that winged creature? Is he related to you?]

Agenor's suspicion of Syrena grew stronger because she had been in touch with supernatural beings. Even so, nothing will stop Agenor's desire to become king. The prince remembers the purpose of the political marriage he did. Of course, he wanted a child from his wife.

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