Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 177

Modred's POV

I positioned myself behind her and slammed in with one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. The new angle allowed me to go impossibly deep, to hit her cervix with each stroke, and she screamed into the mattress, her fingers releasing herself to claw desperately at the sheets.

I set a punishing pace, my hips driving forward with instinctive, brutal force. Each thrust was harder than the last, driven by something primal and unstoppable. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with her desperate cries and my own grunts of pleasure.

Her cries grew louder, more desperate, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her fingers dug into the bedding, seeking any kind of anchor as I took her with relentless intensity, giving her no mercy, no respite.

"Please!" she screamed, though whether she was begging me to stop or continue, I couldn't tell. Probably didn't even know herself. "Please, I can't—I'm going to—oh God, I'm—"

Her words dissolved into incoherent screams as another orgasm crashed over her, more powerful than the previous ones. Her muscles clenched around me so tightly I could barely move, the sensation bordering on painful, and I felt my own control beginning to slip.

"That's it," I groaned, my movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. "Squeeze my cock. Milk it. Take everything I have to give you."

I could feel my own climax building, a pressure at the base of my spine that was becoming impossible to ignore. My balls were tight, heavy, aching with the need for release.

"I'm going to fill you," I warned, my voice strained. "Going to pump you so full of my cum that it leaks out of you for days."

"Yes!" she sobbed. "Yes, please, I need it. Need your cum. Need all of it."

I thrust into her one final time, burying myself as deep as physically possible, and let go. My orgasm tore through me with devastating force, my entire body going rigid as I emptied myself inside her. Wave after wave of cum flooded into her, more than I'd ever released before, filling her completely.

"Ahhh!" I roared, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Take it all. Every fucking drop."

She screamed again as the sensation of being filled triggered another orgasm for her, her body convulsing beneath me, her inner walls rippling around my cock, trying to milk every last drop from me.

I continued to move inside her, grinding against her, prolonging both our orgasms until we were both shaking, both gasping for air.

Her legs finally gave out completely, turning to liquid, and she collapsed forward onto the bed. I followed her down, my body covering hers, my weight pressing her into the mattress. Then I rolled us both onto our sides, pulling her back against my chest, my cock still buried deep inside her, still hard despite having just come.

"It's not over yet," I murmured against her ear, my hand gently stroking her flushed, sweat-dampened cheek. "You still need to take my knot."

I could already feel it beginning to form at the base of my cock, swelling inside her, preparing to lock us together.

Her eyes flew open, panic flashing across her face as she felt it too. "It—it's so big," she gasped, her voice trembling.

"It's only going to get bigger," I said, trying to keep my voice soothing despite the strain I felt. The urge to just let the knot swell fully, to lock myself inside her without warning, was almost overwhelming. But I forced myself to go slowly, to give her time to adjust. "Try to relax. Let your body accept it."

"It's too big," she gasped again, fear creeping into her voice. I could feel her inner walls clenching around me instinctively, her body trying to push me out even as the growing knot made that impossible. "I can't take it. Please, it's too much..."

My arms tightened around her waist, holding her firmly against me, keeping her impaled on my cock as the knot continued to swell. There was no escape now, no way for her to pull away even if she wanted to.

"You can, and you will," I said firmly, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. "You know you want this. Your body knows it needs this."

"I know, but—" she started, her voice breaking.

"Then take it," I interrupted, and ground the growing knot against her over-sensitized inner walls, deliberately rubbing it against that spot inside her that made her see stars.

She let out a sharp cry, her body shuddering through another aftershock of pleasure, and I felt her resistance begin to fade as pleasure overrode her fear.

"That's it," I encouraged, continuing to grind the knot against her most sensitive places. "Feel how good it is. Feel how perfectly it fits inside you."

The knot continued to swell, growing larger with each passing second, stretching her impossibly wide. I could feel every flutter of her inner walls, every tremor that ran through her body, every desperate gasp she took.

"Oh God," she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "It's so big. So full. I feel so full."

"Good girl," I murmured, one hand sliding down to her lower belly, feeling the slight bulge there where my cock and knot were buried inside her. "You're doing so well,"

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, she finally spoke again, her voice weak and trembling. "The pain... it's less now. The burning. It's finally easing."

I could feel the change in her body too. The desperate, frantic need that had been driving her to the edge of madness was finally being satisfied. The knot was fully formed now, locking us together completely, and the constant pressure against her most sensitive places was providing the relief her heat-addled body had been crying out for.

"You feel better?" I asked, genuinely concerned despite my own overwhelming arousal.

"So much better," she breathed, her body relaxing against mine. "Better than I've felt all day. The pain is still there, but it's... manageable now. Almost pleasant."

I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, tasting the salt of her sweat. "Good. That's good."

And then I felt it building again—another orgasm, triggered by the constant stimulation of the knot pressing against her inner walls. My own release was approaching too, the pressure becoming unbearable.