Princess's Revenge: Slave to the Soulbound King Chapter 75

Lycanthar

A searing heat coursed through my veins like molten fire, every nerve ending ablaze with an intensity that felt utterly foreign yet somehow familiar. My hands clenched into fists as I stared at Liliana's seductive form, her perfectly sculpted features bathed in candlelight. The perfume she had worked its insidious magic, amplifying every base desire until they threatened to consume my very soul.

Yet through the haze of artificial lust, a voice echoed in the depths of my mind—clear, insistent, and undeniably true: *She is not your bride... not the one you truly crave.*

"No..." I growled through gritted teeth, pressing my palms against my temples as my vision swam. "This isn't right... I shouldn't feel like this..."

The wrongness of it struck me like a physical blow. This burning need, this desperate hunger—it felt forced, unnatural. My body responded to Liliana's proximity, but my soul recoiled, recognizing the artificial nature of these sensations.

I couldn't bear it any longer. With a violent motion, I shoved Liliana away from me, her startled gasp barely registering through the roar of blood in my ears. I stumbled toward the tent flaps, my movements unsteady as the drug fought against my will.

"Your Majesty?" Liliana's voice called behind me, but I was already pushing through the canvas into the cool night air.

The moonlight struck my face like a blessing, and I felt my eyes shift, golden fire blazing in my pupils. My enhanced senses, already heightened by the drug, caught something that made my heart slam against my ribs—a scent, delicate and sweet, that cut through the artificial haze like a blade through silk.

*Adelaide.*

Her fragrance called to me with an intensity that had nothing to do with Liliana's poisons. This was real, this pull toward her. This was what my body had been searching for. Without conscious thought, my feet carried me across the camp, each step heavy with purpose and desperate need.

I pushed through the tent flaps without announcement, and Adelaide sat before a small mirror, her fingers combing through the dark waves of her hair in preparation for sleep. Her startled gasp echoed in the small space as she turned to face me, her brush clattering to the ground.

"Your Majesty?" Her voice held surprise and concern as she rose from her seat, her sleeping gown flowing around her like water. "What's wrong? Has something happened?"

I couldn't answer. With a sound that was half-growl, half-moan, I lunged forward. My arms encircled her waist, lifting her from the ground as I crushed her against my chest. The contact sent shockwaves through my system—not the artificial fire of the drug, but something deeper, more primal.

"Stop!" Adelaide's hands pressed against my chest, her voice sharp with alarm. "Your Majesty, what's gotten into you?"

Her words pierced through the fog, allowing me to barely discern her fear. The memory of her tears from last time flashed through my mind. I struggled to release her, but my hands remained on her waist.

"Adelaide..." Her name fell from my lips like a prayer, rough and broken. "I... something's wrong with me. I feel like there's fire burning in my veins. I can't... I can't control myself."

The confession tore from my throat, humiliating in its vulnerability. The great Wolf King, reduced to this—a creature of base need, barely clinging to sanity.

I saw understanding dawn in her eyes, followed quickly by something that looked almost like relief. Her tense posture softened slightly, though wariness remained.

"I see," she said quietly, her hands coming up to rest against my face. The touch was gentle, soothing, and I found myself leaning into it like a man dying of thirst. "I'll help you, Your Majesty. But please... be gentle with me."

Her words were barely above a whisper, but they hit me like thunder. She understood what I needed, and she was offering herself freely.

With trembling fingers, she began to unfasten the ties of her sleeping gown. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing skin like moonlit silk. My hands followed the path of falling cloth, mapping the curves and valleys of her form with reverent touch.

When I lowered my head to claim her lips, she met me halfway. The kiss was desperate, hungry, filled with months of suppressed longing. I guided her toward the simple cot, my movements as gentle as I could manage despite the inferno raging in my blood. When I settled between her thighs, we both gasped at the contact. She was tight, unprepared, and I had to force myself to stillness as her body adjusted to my intrusion.

"I'm sorry," I breathed against her shoulder, my entire frame shaking with the effort of restraint. "I can't... I don't want to hurt you, but I can barely control myself."

Adelaide's arms came around my neck, her breath warm against my ear. "It's alright," she whispered. "Just... give me a moment."

I held myself rigid, fighting every instinct screaming at me to move, to take, to claim. When she finally relaxed beneath me, nodding her permission, I began to move with careful, measured strokes.

The sensation was overwhelming. Every nerve in my body sang with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. But more importantly, there was a strange sense of familiarity to it all—her warm vagina enveloping my penis, as if my soul had found its home.

"You feel..." I groaned against her throat, my movements becoming more confident as she began to respond. "Perfect. Like you were made for me."

Her soft moans filled the tent, spurring me onward. I shifted our position, lifting her legs higher, changing the angle until she cried out in pleasure. The sound shattered what remained of my control.

The drug's influence roared back to life, demanding more, always more. I pulled out of her only to flip her onto her hands and knees, entering her again from behind with a force that made us both gasp.

"Not finished," I growled, my hands gripping her hips as I set a punishing rhythm. "Need more... need all of you..."

As I moved within her, memories flickered at the edges of my consciousness—fragments of sensation so vivid they seemed like echoes from another life. The way her body yielded to mine, the sound of her breathless moans, the perfect fit of our joined forms—all of it felt hauntingly familiar.

"This feeling..." I panted, my brow furrowing as the strange recognition washed over me. "I've experienced this before... somehow. The way we fit together, so perfectly... as if we've done this in another time, another place..."

Adelaide could only whimper in response, lost in the waves of sensation I was creating. But I felt it too—this impossible connection, this sense that we had found each other again after eons of searching.

The realization only fed the fire consuming me. My eyes began to shift, pupils dilating until they glowed crimson in the dim light. The last threads of rational thought snapped as primal instinct took control.

I lifted her again, carrying her to the tent wall where I pressed her back against the support pole. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I drove into her with renewed vigor, my movements becoming wild, desperate.

"Mine," I snarled against her throat, my voice barely human. "All mine..."

"Please," Adelaide sobbed, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Your Majesty... slower... I can't take much more..."

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. I was lost now, consumed by a hunger that demanded everything. I carried her back to the cot, positioning her on her back once more before lifting her legs to rest on my shoulders. The new angle let me penetrate deeper than before, and her sharp cry echoed through the tent.

"Too deep," she whimpered, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "Please, I can't..."

I silenced her protests with my mouth, swallowing her cries as I continued my relentless assault. My lips trailed down to her breasts, teeth and tongue marking the pale skin as my hips maintained their merciless rhythm.

The cot creaked and groaned beneath us, but I paid it no mind. There was only this—the heat of her body, the taste of her skin, the way she trembled and clenched around me with each powerful thrust.