Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 33

Natasha's POV

But I didn't die.

Instead, I felt him swell even more.

His cock pulsed inside me—once, twice—and then he went *still*.

Completely, utterly still.

His massive body tensed above me. His head threw back, jaws opening wide. And he *roared*.

The sound shook the walls. Dust rained from the ceiling. I felt the vibration in my bones, in my teeth, in the very core of my being.

And then he *came*.

The first pulse hit like a hammer.

Scorching heat flooded my womb, spreading through my core like molten metal. I could feel it coating my insides, burning in a way that should have been agony but instead felt... *right*. Like my body had been waiting for this. Craving it.

*He's filling me. Oh God, he's filling me.*

But he didn't stop.

Another pulse. Another flood of heat.

I watched, transfixed with horror, as my stomach began to swell.

The bulge grew larger. Rounder. My skin stretched taut, pulling tight over the expanding mass. I could see my belly button—which had always been an innie—push outward as the pressure built inside me.

*Too much. It's too much.*

I tried to push at my stomach, as if I could somehow make it stop. But my hands were shaking so badly I couldn't coordinate the movement. All I could do was lie there and feel myself being filled like a water balloon.

Another pulse.

My stomach swelled larger.

The skin stretched so tight I could see veins beneath the surface—thin blue lines spreading out from my navel like a spider's web. I could feel my womb expanding, stretching to accommodate the impossible volume being pumped into it.

*I'm going to burst. I'm actually going to burst open.*

My hands scrabbled weakly at the floor, trying to find purchase, trying to *crawl away* even though I knew it was pointless. The knot locked us together. There was no escape.

The wolf's paw moved from the floor to my shoulder, pressing down. Firm enough to pin me in place. Holding me still while he emptied himself into me.

Another pulse.

Another.

*Make it stop. Please, someone make it stop.*

My stomach looked like I was six months pregnant now. Maybe more. The bulge pressed against my ribs, making it even harder to breathe. I could feel the weight of it, heavy and liquid, sloshing inside me with each ragged breath I took.

And still he kept coming.

I lost count of how many pulses there were. Ten? Twenty? More? Each one brought another flood of heat, another surge of pressure.

My vision started to tunnel. Black spots danced across my field of view.

*This is it. This is how I die. Filled until I burst.*

But finally—*finally*—he stopped.

The pulses slowed. Then ceased altogether. His body sagged above me, panting heavily, steam rising from his fur in the cold air.

I lay there, trembling, staring at the ceiling.

My stomach was grotesquely swollen. The skin was stretched so tight it was almost translucent, and I could see dark shapes moving beneath it—his cum sloshing inside my womb with every shallow breath.

And I could feel it leaking out around his cock. Despite the knot sealing me shut, there was just too much. Warm fluid trickled down between my thighs, pooling beneath my ass.

Not just his cum.

Blood too. Thin and watery, mixing with the thick white fluid.

The guards' blood, from where he'd torn through them in the corridor.

My blood, from where he'd ripped through my virginity.

All of it combining into a grotesque puddle on the floor.

I felt the knot pulse.

Once. Twice.

And then—slowly, agonizingly slowly—it began to shrink.

The pressure eased. Just a fraction. Just enough.

With a wet, obscene *squelch*, the wolf began to pull back.

The sensation was strange—not quite painful, but deeply uncomfortable. Like losing something that had become part of me. I felt every inch of his cock sliding out, dragging against my raw inner walls.

When the knot finally popped free of my entrance, I gasped.

The sound was thin and broken, more air than voice.

And then the flood began.

Cum poured out of me in thick, viscous waves. White mixed with red mixed with clear fluid I didn't recognize. It gushed out, running down my thighs, my ass, soaking into the already wet floor beneath me.

I could feel my womb contracting, trying desperately to expel the impossible volume. But there was so much. Too much.

My stomach remained swollen, the bulge barely diminishing despite the flow.

The wolf stood over me, panting. His red eyes fixed on my face.

And then—

He began to change.

The transformation was horrifying to watch.

His massive form shrank. Black fur receded, revealing pale skin beneath—scarred and puckered in places, smooth in others. His muzzle shortened, bones cracking and reshaping themselves into human features. His paws shifted, claws retracting, fingers forming.

Within seconds, a man stood before me.

Or something close to a man.

He was still huge—easily seven feet tall, with shoulders broad enough to block out the moonlight filtering through the high window. His body was covered in old scars—white lines crisscrossing his chest, his arms, his face in intricate patterns that spoke of countless battles. And his eyes...

His eyes were still red.

Burning crimson in the darkness, glowing with an inhuman light.

He looked down at his hands—human hands now, with long fingers that trembled as he flexed them. He turned them over, staring at his palms as if seeing them for the first time.

Then he looked at me.

Really looked at me.

His gaze traveled down the length of my body. Taking in my torn flesh. My swollen stomach. The blood and cum pooling beneath us.

Something flickered across his face. Horror? Rage? Grief?

I didn't know.

His hands moved to his head, fingers digging into his scalp. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. Just a silent scream of anguish.

Then he slammed his fists against his temples.

Hard.