Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 178

Modred's POV

My body tensed, going rigid as the climax crashed through me. I came again, harder than before, hot cum flooding directly into her womb this time. The knot prevented any of it from escaping, forcing it all deeper inside her.

She cried out, her body trembling weakly, tears streaming down her face as the sensation of being filled even more triggered her own orgasm. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around my knot, the pressure almost painful in its intensity.

The knot swelled even larger in response, pressing harder against her over-sensitized walls, and she sobbed at the overwhelming sensation—pleasure and pain blurring together until she couldn't distinguish between them.

"It's too much!" she begged, her voice breaking with desperation. "I can't take anymore! Please, stop! It's too much!"

Only then did I finally still my movements, giving her a moment to adjust, to breathe, to process the overwhelming sensations flooding her system.

She gasped for air, her chest heaving, her entire body trembling. "God, you're so big," she moaned after a moment, her voice filled with awe and residual pleasure. "So big. You fill every inch of me."

She paused, seeming to gather her courage, then added in a whisper, "Don't stop... this time, don't stop..."

Her words sent a fresh surge of arousal through me, and I groaned. "You want more?"

"Yes," she breathed. "Please. I need more."

She didn't have to ask twice.

I began to move again, small grinding movements at first, limited by the knot locking us together. But even those small movements were enough to make her gasp and moan, her over-sensitized body responding to every tiny shift.

I kept going, kept grinding the knot against her most sensitive places, kept the pressure constant and relentless. Her orgasms began to blend together, one rolling into the next without pause, until she was making continuous sounds of pleasure, her body trembling constantly.

Finally, when I felt the tension of her latest orgasm beginning to dissipate, when her body went limp and pliant against mine, I pushed deeper, changing the angle, applying more pressure.

I felt the resistance of her cervix, that final barrier, and pushed harder. There was a moment of resistance, and then it gave way, allowing me to push through into her womb.

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath, holding perfectly still, fighting desperately against the urge to come immediately. The space was so tight, so warm, gripping the head of my cock like nothing I'd ever felt before.

She gasped, her eyes going wide, her entire body going rigid. "That feeling..." she breathed, her voice filled with shock and awe. "What is that? It feels like you're... like you're in my womb."

"I am," I confirmed, my voice strained with the effort of holding still. "I'm inside your womb, love. As deep as I can possibly go."

"Oh God," she whimpered. "It's so... it's so intense."

I gave myself a moment to regain some measure of control, then slowly pulled back, sliding across that bundle of sensitive nerves just inside her cervix. She made a weak, broken sound, and I thrust forward again, harder this time, pushing back into her womb.

A weak scream tore from her throat as yet another orgasm hit her, this one different from the others—deeper, more intense, more all-consuming. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body jerking and convulsing, every muscle going taut. Her legs wrapped around my waist in a death grip, trembling violently with each movement I made.

The scream cut off abruptly, her mouth hanging open in silent ecstasy, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation.

Damn, this girl felt incredible.

Every instinct was screaming at me to keep going, to ravage her, to make her scream through wave after wave of blind ecstasy until she forgot her own name.

I came again, directly into her womb this time—hot and plentiful, each pulse making me groan with deep satisfaction. The sensation was indescribable, primal, perfect. I couldn't remember ever feeling this good inside any woman before. Not in all my long life.

"It's too much," she sobbed, tears of ecstasy and exhaustion streaming down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the sweat that covered her entire body. "Too much. I can't... I can't take anymore..."

But her body told a different story. Even as she begged for mercy, her inner walls were still clenching around me, still trying to milk more from me, still responding to every movement with desperate pleasure.

I looked down at where we were joined and felt a surge of primal satisfaction. Her belly was visibly swollen now, distended with the sheer amount of cum I'd pumped into her. The sight was incredibly arousing—visible proof of my claim on her, evidence that she'd taken everything I had to give and more.

I continued moving, continued filling her, unable to stop even if I'd wanted to. My body was operating on pure instinct now, driven by the need to claim, to mark, to make absolutely certain she knew who she belonged to.

Finally, after what felt like hours but was probably less than one, her eyes fluttered closed, her body going completely limp in my arms. Consciousness was slipping away, her exhausted body finally surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure and the relief from the heat's pain.

"That's it," I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "Sleep, love. I've got you."

I held her as she drifted into unconsciousness, my knot still locked firmly inside her, my hand resting possessively on her slightly swollen belly. Even in sleep, her body continued to tremble with small aftershocks, her inner walls still fluttering weakly around my cock.

And as I watched her sleep—her face finally peaceful, the lines of pain and desperation smoothed away, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks still flushed—I couldn't help but wonder.

Why did this girl fascinate me so much? Why did being with her feel fundamentally different from every other woman I'd ever been with?

Why did touching her feel like coming home?