Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 180

Natasha's POV

He chuckled, clearly enjoying my struggle. "If you want it that badly, then beg me for it."

My cheeks burned even hotter, the flush spreading like wildfire. "Please, I need your cock inside me."

Mordred smiled and nodded approvingly.

My eagerness propelled me forward. I lowered my arms and continued to sink down, exhaling a trembling breath as I took him in inch by inch. My inner walls stretched to accommodate his impressive girth, my hands splayed across his broad chest for balance.

A louder moan escaped my lips as I felt him fill me completely. So big. So full. I felt like I was in heaven.

But when he went deep, touching a sensitive spot, I suddenly stopped. A sharp spike of pleasure shot through me as his tip pressed against my cervix—the entrance to my womb. The intense sensation made me gasp, that exquisite pleasure almost unbearable.

And yet, his cock wasn't even halfway inside me.

"Keep going," Mordred commanded, his hands gripping my hips. "Take all of me."

"I can't," I whimpered. "It's too much. You're too big."

"You can," he insisted, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. "And you will."

He thrust upward slightly, applying pressure to my cervix, and I cried out at the sensation—pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

"That's it," he murmured, his other hand moving between my legs to find my clit. "Feel how deep I am. Feel how I'm stretching you."

His fingers began to circle my clit with expert precision while his other hand continued to tease my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers.

"You're such a dirty girl," he said, his voice low and filthy. "Climbing on top of me while I slept, desperate to get fucked. Tell me, how long have you been awake, touching yourself and staring at my cock?"

The crude words combined with the deep penetration pressing against my cervix and his fingers massaging my forbidden places pushed me toward an overwhelming climax.

"I—I just woke up," I gasped. "And I saw you, and I couldn't help myself. I needed—"

"You needed to be filled," he finished for me, pressing harder against my clit. "Needed to be fucked like the desperate little slut you are."

A low moan escaped my lips, my mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy. My inner muscles clenched tightly around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

I felt the strain from holding the position for so long. My thighs ached, muscles trembling from the effort of staying suspended. As I began to rise, strong arms wrapped around my waist, preventing my retreat.

"We're just getting started," he commanded, his voice low and drawn out. "Sit back down. Take it all."

I breathed shallowly, my cheeks flushed. I carefully lowered myself again, taking him into my trembling body. The King pushed deeper, until I felt the pressure against my cervix. With a forceful thrust, he breached it, eliciting a soft whimper from me as he opened me up.

His arms wrapped around my waist, urging me downward, burying himself deep in that small, quivering, sacred space.

My eyes watered at the sensation. My breathing became ragged, my fingers clutching at his muscled chest, seeking something stable to anchor myself against the overwhelming feeling.

"It feels... it feels..." *So good. Too good. Intense. Amazing.*

As I settled fully back onto him, I began trembling again, on the verge of another climax. Looking down, I could see his outline pressed against my lower abdomen when I shifted slightly.

"Move," he urged, his voice tight.

"I... I can't," I managed to gasp. I felt completely filled, stuffed to capacity. Intense pleasure buzzed under my skin like an electric current.

The King's hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as he took control, moving beneath me. His movements were long and slow, each one making me gasp. Each slide into my deepest depths brought an indescribable rush of sensation.

Part of me felt embarrassed by my loud, unrestrained cries, like an experienced courtesan. But I couldn't control myself—the pleasure was too intense.

"Start moving," he commanded again, his voice brooking no argument.

All my instincts urged me to obey, and I did. My hips began to move, rising and falling, my hands gripping his broad shoulders for balance. I bit my lip, feeling the wonderful sensation, my breathing becoming rapid with each movement.

His fingers threaded through my hair, gripping a handful firmly but gently. "So sexy. So fucking sexy," he murmured, his tone both caressing my skin and touching something deeper.

A wave of shy heat spread across my cheeks, and I lowered my head to hide my blush, burying my face in the hollow of his neck. I moved rhythmically, savoring every touch, every slide.

"That's it," he encouraged, his hands guiding my hips. "Ride my cock. Show me how much you need it."

I whimpered against his neck, my movements becoming more desperate, more frantic. The pleasure was building again, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

"Please," I gasped. "Please, I'm going to—"

"Not yet," he interrupted, his grip on my hips tightening, slowing my movements. "I want to feel you desperate. Want to hear you beg for permission to come."

"Please!" I sobbed, trying to move faster despite his restraining hands. "Please, I need to come! I can't hold it!"

"Tell me who you belong to," he demanded, his voice rough with his own barely controlled desire.

"You!" I cried out. "I belong to you! Only you!"

"Say my name."

"Mordred!" I screamed as he suddenly released my hips, allowing me to slam down onto him with full force. "Mordred, please!"

"Come," he commanded. "Come on my cock. Now."

I shattered, my orgasm crashing over me with devastating force. My entire body convulsed, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around him, trying to milk him. I screamed his name over and over, lost completely in the overwhelming pleasure.

He groaned beneath me, his hips bucking upward, driving even deeper as my orgasm triggered his own. I felt him pulse inside me, felt the hot rush of his release flooding my womb.

But even as I trembled through the aftershocks, even as my body went limp with exhaustion, I could feel the need building again.

The heat wasn't satisfied yet.

Not even close.

"More," I whimpered, my hips already beginning to move again despite my exhaustion. "Please, I need more."

Mordred's eyes darkened with renewed hunger, and he flipped us over in one smooth motion, pinning me beneath him.

"Greedy girl," he growled, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. "Don't worry. I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

And as he began to move with renewed vigor, as pleasure once again consumed me completely, I could only moan and cry out, lost in the endless cycle of need and satisfaction.

My screams of pleasure echoed through the cottage, shameless and desperate, as he took me again and again.