Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 108

Natasha's POV

I heard footsteps approaching the Den. The distinctive click of heels on stone.

My heart leapt. *Davelina? Finally?*

I stood quickly, hope surging through me. The beast's head swiveled toward the entrance, ears pricking forward.

But the figure that appeared in the broken doorway wasn't my sister.

It was Selene.

She stood framed by the dim corridor light, her pregnant belly prominent beneath an elaborate gown. Except—this wasn't like the modest dresses I'd seen other pregnant women wear.

This gown was designed for easy access. The bodice hung loose and open, barely covering her swollen breasts. The fabric was sheer silk in deep burgundy, leaving little to imagination. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material, dark and engorged.

The whole outfit screamed one thing: *wet nurse*.

She'd dressed specifically for this. For him.

Her hair was arranged in elaborate curls. Her lips painted dark red. She wore jewelry—gold chains that drew the eye to her cleavage.

She looked like she was going to a lover's bed. Not visiting a feral beast.

"Well," Selene said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Isn't this cozy? The two of you alone in the dark."

Behind me, Mordred—the beast—shifted. A low rumble emanated from his chest.

But not aggressive. More... anticipatory?

Selene stepped fully into the chamber. Her eyes swept over me dismissively before fixing on the massive beast.

"Hello, my darling," she purred. Her voice had taken on a sultry, intimate tone. "Did you miss me? It's been two whole days since I've fed you properly."

*Fed him?*

She moved closer, her hips swaying deliberately. "You must be so hungry. So thirsty."

The beast's amber eyes tracked her movement. His nostrils flared, scenting her.

"You," Selene's gaze snapped to me. Her sweetness evaporated instantly. "Move. Get out of the way."

I bristled at her commanding tone. "I'm not—"

"Now," she interrupted. Her eyes flashed with barely contained fury. "Unless you want to see what happens when you interfere with the King's feeding time."

I looked at Mordred. The beast was still watching Selene. Still... waiting.

*He wants this. He wants her.*

The realization hit me like a physical blow. Jealousy—hot and unexpected—flared in my chest.

But what choice did I have?

I stepped aside, moving toward the far wall.

Selene didn't acknowledge me further. Her entire focus was on Mordred now.

She approached him slowly. Deliberately. Each step calculated to draw his attention.

"That's right, my love," she murmured. "Look at me. See what I have for you."

She reached the beast and stopped just inches away. Close enough to touch.

Her hands went to the already-loose bodice of her gown. With a practiced motion, she pulled the fabric down completely, baring her breasts.

They were massive. Swollen with milk. The veins clearly visible beneath pale skin. Her nipples were dark and thick, already beading with liquid.

I should have looked away. Should have given them privacy.

But I couldn't. Some horrible fascination kept my eyes fixed on the scene.

"Come," Selene whispered. She cupped her breasts, lifting them in offering. "Come drink from me."

The beast moved. Lowered its massive head toward her chest.

And I watched—horrified, disgusted, and disturbingly jealous—as Mordred's mouth closed over Selene's nipple.

He drank.

His eyes closed. That strange purring sound rumbled from his chest as he suckled.

Selene's head fell back. Her mouth opened in a moan of pleasure.

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, that's it. Drink, my darling. Drink all you want."

Her hands came up to cradle the beast's massive head. Holding him to her breast. Encouraging him.

"You're so strong," she moaned. "So powerful. My King."

I felt sick. My stomach churned with revulsion.

*This is what a wet nurse does?*

But beneath the disgust, something else burned. Hot and irrational.

Jealousy.

I was jealous of Selene. Jealous that she could give Mordred something I couldn't. Jealous of the intimacy between them. The connection.

*What's wrong with me? Why do I care?*

Mordred switched to her other breast. Drank deeply. Selene's moans grew louder.

"Yes, yes," she panted. "Take it all. It's all for you. Only you."

Her body began to writhe. One hand left Mordred's head and slid down her own body.

*No. She's not—she couldn't be—*

But she was.

Her hand disappeared beneath the fabric of her gown. Between her legs.

"Oh God," she moaned. Louder now. Her hips began to move in rhythm with her hand. "Yes. Yes, my King."

I wanted to stop watching. Wanted to cover my eyes, block out this obscene display.

But I couldn't move. Could only stand there as Selene pleasured herself while Mordred drank.

"I'm close," she gasped. Her movements became frantic. "So close. Keep drinking. Just like that. Don't stop. Don't—"

Her back arched. Her whole body went rigid.

And she came.

Loudly. Violently. Her eyes rolled back in her head. A scream of pleasure tearing from her throat.

Mordred pulled back from her breast as she climaxed. Milk dripped from his muzzle. He licked it away and stepped back into the shadows.

Selene sagged against the wall, breathing hard. Her hand still between her legs. Her breasts still exposed and glistening.

After a long moment, she straightened. Composed herself with remarkable speed. Pulled her bodice back up to cover herself.

When she looked at me again, her face was flushed but triumphant.

"Do you see?" she asked. Her voice was steady despite what had just happened. "Do you understand now?"

I said nothing. Couldn't find words.