Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 32

Natasha's POV

*Darkness.*

*Pain.*

*A void so complete I couldn't tell if I was alive or dead.*

I floated in that emptiness for what felt like an eternity. There was no time here. No sensation. Just the faint, distant throb of agony somewhere far below, like a drum beating in the depths of an ocean.

And then—

*Movement.*

Something shifted deep inside my body. Something enormous. Something that shouldn't be there.

The pain came roaring back.

It started as a dull ache in my core and exploded outward in a wave of white-hot agony that tore through every nerve ending at once. My eyes flew open, my mouth gaping in a silent scream that wouldn't come. My throat was too raw, too damaged from all the screaming I'd already done.

*I'm still alive.*

The thought was almost worse than the pain itself.

*Why am I still alive?*

The wolf was still there. Still on top of me. Still *inside* me.

But everything had changed.

I was no longer pinned against the wall. At some point while I was unconscious, he'd moved us. Now I was on my back on the cold stone floor, my body splayed out beneath his massive form. His hind legs were planted firmly on either side of my hips, his front paws pressed into the floor beside my head. His full weight bore down on me—hundreds of pounds of muscle and fur and raw animal power crushing my chest until I could barely draw breath.

And his cock—*God*, his cock—was still buried inside me. Still locked in place by that monstrous knot that showed no signs of shrinking. I could feel every inch of it, stretching me impossibly wide, filling me so completely there was no room left for anything else.

Then he moved.

Not pulling out—he couldn't, not with the knot—but *thrusting*. Grinding forward. Pushing deeper.

My mouth opened in another silent scream.

*No. Please, no. I can't—*

But my voice was gone. All that came out was a thin, broken wheeze.

The wolf's hips drew back slightly—maybe an inch, no more—and then slammed forward with brutal force.

The impact sent shockwaves through my entire body. I felt his cock grind against my cervix, battering at the entrance to my womb with bruising pressure. My back arched off the floor, my hands scrabbling uselessly at his chest, trying to push him away even though I knew it was pointless.

*Too big. He's too big. I'm going to split in half.*

He thrust again. And again. Building a rhythm that was savage and relentless.

Each movement was small—constrained by the knot locking us together—but devastatingly effective. The thick shaft ground against every sensitive spot inside me, stretching tissues that were already torn and raw. The knot pressed against that bundle of nerves just inside my entrance, sending jolts of sensation through my core with every shift of his weight.

Pain. It should have been just pain.

But it wasn't.

Underneath the agony, buried so deep I wanted to deny it existed, was something else.

*Pleasure.*

It started as a tiny spark—barely noticeable against the overwhelming hurt. But with each brutal thrust, that spark grew. Fed by the cursed heat still burning through my veins, it blazed hotter and hotter until I couldn't tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began.

*No. This is wrong. This is sick. I don't want this.*

But my body didn't care what I wanted.

The wolf's pace increased. His hips pistoned faster, harder, grinding that massive cock deeper with each thrust. Drool dripped from his jaws, landing on my face, my neck, my chest in thick, warm droplets. His red eyes bored into mine, unblinking, watching every expression that crossed my face.

I tried to look away. Tried to close my eyes. But I couldn't. Something—some instinct deeper than thought—forced me to hold his gaze.

*He's watching me break. He wants to see it.*

His cock slammed into my cervix again, and this time I felt something give.

A sudden, sharp pressure—and then the tip pushed *through*.

*Into my womb.*

My mouth opened wide. If I'd had a voice, the scream would have shattered glass. As it was, only a thin, whistling gasp emerged.

The sensation was indescribable. Beyond agony. Beyond ecstasy. It was *everything* at once.

I forced my head up, looking down the length of my body.

My stomach—my flat, toned stomach—bulged obscenely. I could see the outline of his cock pressing against my skin from the inside, distorting my abdomen with each thrust. A thick, rod-shaped bulge that moved and shifted as he fucked into my womb.

*That's inside me. All of that is inside me.*

*I should be dead. Why am I not dead?*

My hands moved on their own, trembling, pressing against the bulge. I felt it shift under my palms. Felt the heat radiating through my skin. Felt my organs being pushed aside to make room for the massive intrusion.

The wolf's thrusts became more erratic. His breathing turned ragged, each exhale coming out as a low growl. His claws scraped against the stone floor, gouging deep scratches into the rock.

And then I felt it.

That coil of heat in my belly—the one that had been building and building—suddenly pulled taut.

*No. Oh God, no. I'm going to—*

The orgasm hit me like a lightning strike.

My entire body convulsed. My back bowed off the floor so hard I thought my spine would snap. My legs locked around him in a death grip, pulling him deeper even as my mind screamed that it was impossible, that there was no more room.

And my cunt *clenched*.

The muscles contracted violently around his shaft—rippling, squeezing, milking. The sensation was so intense it crossed the line into pain, every nerve ending firing at once in a desperate attempt to process the overwhelming input.

My mouth gaped in a silent, endless scream. Tears poured down my face. My vision whited out at the edges.

And through it all, the wolf kept *thrusting*.

He didn't slow down. Didn't give me a moment to recover. He just kept pounding into me, his cock swelling even larger inside me, stretching my already abused tissues past what should have been survivable.

*I'm going to die. This orgasm is going to kill me.*