Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 165

Davelina's POV

"That's right," he growled, one hand moving from my hip to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back.

His other hand slid around to my front, finding my clit and rubbing it in tight circles that made me see stars.

"You feel that?" he panted, his hips snapping against my ass with brutal force. "Feel how deep I am? How completely I'm filling you?"

"Yes!" I sobbed, my legs shaking, barely able to hold myself up. "Yes, God, yes!"

His teeth found my shoulder, biting down hard enough to break the skin, and the pain mixed with pleasure in a way that made my vision go white. Every nerve in my body was on fire, hypersensitive to every touch, every thrust, every word he growled in my ear.

"I'm going to come," I gasped, feeling my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. "Fergus, I'm going to—"

"Not yet," he commanded, his fingers leaving my clit, making me whimper in frustration. "You don't come until I say you can."

He pulled out suddenly, and I cried out at the loss, feeling empty and desperate. But before I could protest, he spun me around and lifted me, pressing my back against the tree trunk. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically as he positioned himself at my entrance again.

"I want to see your face when you come," he said, his eyes burning into mine. "Want to watch you fall apart on my cock."

He thrust up into me, and from this angle he went even deeper, hitting that spot inside me that made me scream with pleasure. My whole body was suspended, held up only by his hands gripping my thighs and the tree at my back, completely at his mercy.

"Look at me," he commanded when my eyes started to close. "Keep your eyes on me, Davelina. I want to see everything."

I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze, and the intensity there nearly undid me. He was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, like he would burn down everything else just to keep me.

His hand moved between us, finding my clit again, and this time he didn't stop, rubbing it with firm, deliberate strokes that had me teetering on the edge of orgasm within seconds.

"Come for me," he commanded. "Come on my cock. Show me who you belong to."

I shattered, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave, making me scream his name as my body convulsed around him. I felt my inner walls clenching rhythmically, trying to pull him deeper, trying to keep him inside me forever.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his movements becoming erratic. "That's it. Squeeze my cock. Take my cum."

He thrust into me one final time, burying himself as deep as possible, and I felt him swell inside me—his knot forming, expanding, locking us together. Then he was coming, his cock pulsing as he flooded me with his release, so much of it that I could feel it filling me, hot and thick, with nowhere to go because of the knot.

The sensation triggered another orgasm, smaller but no less intense, and I cried out again, my whole body shaking, tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming pleasure.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us panting, his knot keeping us joined, his cock still pulsing inside me with aftershocks.

Then slowly, carefully, he lowered us both to the ground, rolling so I was on top of him, his cock still buried inside me, the knot preventing any separation.

"I can't pull out yet," he murmured, his hands stroking my back gently, such a contrast to the violence of moments before. "The knot... it needs time to go down."

I nodded against his chest, too exhausted and overwhelmed to speak, just listening to his heartbeat slowly return to normal.

But even as we lay there, I could feel him hardening again inside me, his knot preventing him from withdrawing, trapping his cock in my still-clenching pussy.

"Davelina," he groaned. "I need... I need you again."

And despite my exhaustion, despite the soreness already setting in, I felt my body responding, arousal building again as he began to move beneath me, his hands guiding my hips.

He rolled us over, pressing me into the soft earth and leaves, and began to thrust again, slower this time but no less intense. His knot was still locked inside me, making every movement feel impossibly deep, impossibly full, the pressure against my inner walls almost too much to bear.

"I can't stop," he panted against my neck, his hips moving in slow, deep circles. "Even if I wanted to, I can't stop. You feel too good. I need to fill you again."

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, surrendering completely to the sensation. My body was oversensitive now, every thrust sending sparks of pleasure-pain through my core, but I didn't want him to stop.

"Harder," I begged, my nails digging into his back. "Please, harder."

He obliged, his movements becoming more forceful, more desperate, driving into me with renewed vigor. I could feel another orgasm building, impossible as it seemed, my body responding to his despite my exhaustion.

"Come with me," he growled, his hand finding my clit again. "One more time. Give me one more."

And I did, my body obeying his command, clenching around him as pleasure washed over me again. He followed moments later, his cock pulsing inside me, adding more cum to what was already there, filling me until I felt like I might burst.

We lay there afterward, both of us trembling and exhausted, his knot still keeping us locked together. The moon had moved significantly across the sky, and I realized we'd been at this for over an hour.

"We should go back," I murmured eventually, though I made no move to separate from him.

"Not yet," Fergus said, tightening his arms around me. "Just... let me hold you a little longer."

So I stayed, wrapped in his arms.