Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 176

Mordred's POV

My hands were already moving over her body, sliding down her sweat-slicked back, gripping her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.

"Hands on the table," I commanded, my voice rough with barely controlled lust. "Spread your legs wide."

She obeyed immediately, her palms pressing flat against the worn wood, her thighs parting to expose herself completely to my gaze.

The view was absolutely intoxicating. Her pale skin was flushed pink with heat, a sheen of sweat making her glow in the lamplight. The elegant curve of her spine led down to the roundness of her ass—full and soft and perfect. And between her spread thighs, I could see her sex, swollen and glistening with arousal, her lips parted slightly, practically begging to be filled.

I stepped between her legs, my hands gripping her hips, and positioned myself at her entrance. I could feel how wet she was, how ready, her arousal coating the head of my cock as I pressed against her.

"Please," she whimpered, trying to push back against me. "Please, I need you inside me. Now."

"Patience," I growled, though I was barely holding on to my own control. "I want to savor this moment. Want to remember exactly how you look right now, bent over and begging for my cock."

"Mordred, please!" Her voice broke on my name, desperation making it crack. "I can't wait anymore. It hurts. I need—"

I thrust forward in one powerful stroke, burying myself completely inside her, and her words dissolved into a scream of relief and pleasure.

The sensation was overwhelming. She was so tight, her inner walls gripping me like a vice, so hot it felt like being engulfed in flames, and so wet that I slid in easily despite her tightness. I had to pause for a moment, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises, fighting desperately for control.

"Fuck," I groaned, my head falling back. "Incredible."

"Yes!" she cried out, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the table's surface, her nails scratching against the wood. "Yes, please, more! Don't stop!"

I pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, watching as my cock emerged from her body, glistening with her arousal. Then I slammed back in, harder this time, setting a brutal rhythm that had the old wooden table creaking beneath us.

"You're going to take everything I give you," I growled, my hips snapping forward with increasing force. "Every inch of my cock. Every drop of my cum. You're going to take it all until your belly swells with it."

The table groaned and creaked beneath us, protesting the violence of our coupling, but I didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of being inside her, of her body accepting mine, of her desperate cries filling the air.

"Oh God, oh God," she chanted, her voice rising with each thrust. "So deep. You're so deep inside me. I can feel you everywhere."

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her body tensing as she climbed toward climax. I could feel her inner walls starting to flutter around me, could feel the way her body was tightening, preparing for release.

"That's it," I encouraged, one hand sliding around to find her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. "Come for me. Let me feel you come on my cock."

She shattered with a scream that probably carried across the entire estate, her body going rigid, her inner walls clenching around me rhythmically, trying to milk my cock. The sensation was exquisite, almost painful in its intensity, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming immediately.

"Good girl," I groaned, not slowing my pace even as she trembled through her orgasm. "Such a good girl, coming so hard for me."

But I wasn't done with her yet. Not even close.

I pulled out suddenly, making her whimper at the loss, and grabbed her left leg, lifting it and placing it on the table so she was balanced precariously on only her right foot. The new position opened her up even more, spreading her wider, allowing me access to depths I hadn't reached before.

"Get ready," I warned, my voice dark with promise as I positioned myself at her entrance again. "You're going to take so much more."

I thrust back inside, and the new angle allowed me to go even deeper, to hit places that made her scream. Her body struggled to accommodate me in this position, her muscles stretching to their limit, but she took it, took all of me.

I changed the angle slightly, adjusting my thrusts so that I was hitting that spot inside her—that bundle of nerves that made her see stars—with every stroke.

"Please!" she screamed, her hands clawing at the table. "Please, I'm going to—I can't—"

"Yes, you can," I growled. "Come again. Come on my cock again. Show me how much you need this."

She came with another scream, her body convulsing, and I felt a surge of primal satisfaction at reducing her to this—a trembling, screaming mess of pure pleasure.

But the table wasn't enough anymore. I needed more access, more control, more of her.

I pulled out and guided her toward the bed, my hands firm on her waist. "Bend over," I commanded, my voice rough with desire. "Hands on the bed. Arch your back. Lift your ass for me."

She obeyed immediately, her movements shaky but eager, positioning herself on the edge of the bed with her upper body pressed against the mattress and her ass raised high in the air, presented to me like an offering.

And then she did something that nearly destroyed what little control I had left.

She reached back with both hands, her fingers trembling, and spread herself open. Her delicate fingers parted her swollen, glistening lips, exposing her entrance completely, showing me exactly where she needed me.

The gesture was one of absolute submission, of complete surrender. *Please fuck me,* it said without words. *Take me. Use me. I'm yours.*

"Fuck," I breathed, my cock throbbing almost painfully at the sight.