Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 82

Davelina's POV

The cool air hit my naked skin, making me shiver. Making my nipples harden even more.

And the wounds on my back—they stung. Burned. The sudden temperature change making them ache.

I sank to my knees on the cold stone floor, my head bowed.

*Please. Please let this be quick. Please don't let him hurt me too badly.*

"Look at you," Fergus said. His voice was thick with contempt. "A whore. A slut."

I flinched but said nothing.

"You stood on that platform today," he continued. "In front of all those men. And you stripped naked. Danced for them. Showed them your body. Tempted them. Teased them."

"I—I was trying to—"

"You were acting like a whore," he interrupted. "Spreading your legs. Touching yourself. Begging them to fuck you with your eyes and your movements."

"That's not—" I started to protest.

But he was right. Wasn't he? I had done all of those things. Even if my motivations were survival, the actions were the same.

"No words to defend yourself?" Fergus asked. "Nothing to say?"

I stayed silent.

"Good. Because we both know the truth. You're a whore. A temptress. A creature of lust and depravity."

He finally turned to look at me. His amber eyes traveled slowly over my naked body, taking in every detail.

"And right now," he said, his voice dropping lower. "You're staring at me like you're starving. Your eyes keep drifting to my crotch. Like you can't wait to see my cock. Like you're desperate for me to fuck you."

*No. That's not—*

But even as I formed the denial in my mind, I realized he was right.

I was staring. And I was... I was aroused. More aroused than I'd ever been in my life.

My pussy was wet. Throbbing. Aching to be filled.

*What's wrong with me? Why am I feeling this way?*

"I—I'm not—" I tried to protest.

"You're not what?" Fergus stood and walked toward me. His movements were predatory. Dangerous. "You're not a whore? You're not desperate to be fucked?"

He circled me slowly. I could feel his eyes on my body. Judging. Assessing.

"Then explain this," he said, stopping behind me. "Explain why your nipples are hard. Why I can smell your arousal from here. Why your thighs are trembling with need."

His hand touched my back. Just lightly. Tracing one of the whip marks.

I gasped. The touch sent a jolt through me—pain and pleasure mixed together in a way I didn't understand.

"You used magic on me," Fergus said. His voice was cold. Angry. "On the platform. When you were dancing. You reached into my mind and made me want you. Made me feel things I didn't choose to feel."

*Oh no. He knows. He knows what I did.*

"I don't know how you did it," he continued. "Some kind of witch magic, perhaps. Or something else. But I felt it. Felt you trying to manipulate me. Control me."

He moved around to stand in front of me again. His face was hard. Furious.

"How dare you," he said quietly. "How dare you try to manipulate a Lord. Do you have any idea what the punishment is for that, witch?"

"I'm not a witch," I said desperately. "I swear. I don't know what happened. I don't know how—"

"Liar."

And then he changed.

His body rippled. Grew. His shirt tore as muscles expanded. Fur erupted across his skin—dark with silver highlights. His face elongated into a muzzle filled with sharp teeth.

Within seconds, a massive wolf-man stood before me. Easily seven feet tall. Muscled like a bear. Claws as long as knives.

And his cock—

*Oh God. Oh fuck.*

It was enormous. At least twelve inches long. Thick as my forearm. The head was pointed and leaking clear fluid. It was fully erect, jutting from his furred groin like a weapon.

*That's not going to fit. It can't possibly fit inside me.*

But even as terror flooded through me, so did arousal. Hot and overwhelming.

I wanted it. Wanted him. My body was screaming for it.

*What the fuck is wrong with me?*

Fergus grabbed my face with one clawed hand. His grip was painful but not quite bruising.

"Open your mouth," he commanded. "Now."

I obeyed. Couldn't do anything else.

He guided his cock to my lips. The head pressed against my mouth, smearing pre-cum across my tongue.

"Suck," he ordered.

I closed my lips around him and began to suck.

He was too big. Way too big. I could barely get the head past my teeth. My jaw ached from stretching so wide.

But Fergus didn't care. He pushed forward, forcing more of his length into my mouth. Into my throat.

I gagged immediately. Tried to pull back. But his hand held my head in place.

"Take it," he growled. "Take my cock down your throat like the whore you are."

He thrust forward. I gagged again, tears streaming from my eyes. My throat convulsed around him.

"That's it," he said. "Choke on it. Struggle. I like watching you struggle."

He began to fuck my mouth. Rough, brutal thrusts that made me gag and choke with every stroke.

Saliva poured from my mouth. Dripped down my chin. Mixed with his pre-cum and tears until my face was a mess.

I couldn't breathe. Could barely think. Could only endure as he used my mouth for his pleasure.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled out. His cock emerged from my mouth with a wet sound, strands of saliva connecting it to my lips.

I gasped for air, coughing and sputtering.

"Not enough," Fergus said. "Your mouth is too small. Can't get more than half my cock in."

He grabbed me by the hair and hauled me to my feet. Then threw me onto the bed.

I landed on my stomach, my injured back exposed.

*No. Please, not my back. It hurts so much already.*

But Fergus flipped me over onto my back. His clawed hands grabbed my thighs and spread my legs wide.

"Let's see if your cunt can take more," he said.

He positioned himself at my entrance. I looked down and saw his massive cock poised to enter me.

*It's too big. It's going to tear me apart.*

"Please—" I gasped. "Please, it's too—"

He thrust forward.

And I screamed.

Not in pain.

In pleasure.