Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 83

Davelina's POV

Fergus' cock slid into me easily. My pussy was so wet, so ready, that there was no resistance at all. My body welcomed him. Stretched around him. Accommodated his massive size like it was made for him.

And it felt... incredible.

Every nerve ending in my pussy lit up at once. The sensation was overwhelming. Too much. Not enough. Everything.

"Fuck," Fergus growled. "You're soaking wet. Your cunt is dripping all over my cock."

He was right. I could feel it. Feel myself gushing around him. My body producing more wetness than I'd ever experienced.

*What's happening to me? Why does this feel so good?*

Fergus began to move. Long, deep strokes that hit something inside me—something that sent lightning bolts of pleasure through my entire body.

I moaned. Couldn't help it. The sound was wanton. Desperate.

"That's right," Fergus said. "Moan for me. Let me hear how much you love being fucked."

He increased his pace. Fucking me harder. Faster. His massive cock stretching me, filling me, hitting that spot inside again and again.

The bed shook with the force of his thrusts. The headboard slammed against the wall. The sound echoed through the chamber.

And I couldn't stop moaning. Couldn't stop my body from responding. From arching up to meet his thrusts. From wrapping my legs around his furred hips, pulling him deeper.

*This is wrong. I shouldn't be enjoying this. I should be crying. Fighting. But I can't. It feels too good.*

The pleasure built. Higher and higher. Like a wave cresting.

My back should have been screaming. The whip wounds should have been agony with every movement. But I barely felt them. The pleasure was too overwhelming. Too all-consuming.

"Fuck yes," Fergus growled. "Your pussy is gripping my cock. Milking it. You love this, don't you? Love being fucked by a real male."

"Faster," I gasped before I could stop myself.

The wave crested higher. I was right at the edge. Right at—

I heard myself say, "Please..."

*Did I just—oh God, did I just ask him to fuck me harder?*

I had. I'd actually said that. Asked for it.

Shame flooded through me, hot and overwhelming.

*What's wrong with me? What kind of person begs to be fucked harder?*

But Fergus obliged. He increased his pace even more. Pounding into me with brutal force. Each thrust drove me higher toward that edge.

"That's it," he growled. "Beg for it. Tell me how much you want my cock."

"I—I—" I couldn't form words anymore. Could only moan and gasp as the pleasure built to unbearable levels.

And then I was there. Right at the peak. About to—

I came.

The orgasm hit me like a physical force. My entire body convulsed. My pussy clenched around Fergus's cock, spasming violently.

I screamed. Couldn't help it. The pleasure was too intense. Too overwhelming.

Wave after wave crashed through me. Each one more powerful than the last.

I clung to Fergus, my nails—dull and human—digging into his furred shoulders. My legs locked around him. My whole body shaking.

"Fuck," Fergus growled. "You're cumming so hard. I can feel your cunt squeezing."

The orgasm went on and on. Longer than any I'd ever experienced. Leaving me gasping and trembling.

Finally, it began to subside. The waves became ripples. The ripples faded.

I collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent. My body felt like liquid. Like I couldn't move even if I wanted to.

Fergus was still inside me. Still hard. I could feel his cock pulsing.

*He's going to cum. He's going to fill me with his seed.*

But he didn't.

I felt his thrusts became slower.

And part of me—a shameful, desperate part—wanted it. Wanted to feel him explode inside me. Wanted his seed.

And then he stopped.

Abruptly. Completely.

His whole body went rigid. His cock still buried deep inside me but not moving.

"No," he said. The word was barely audible. "No. Not like this."

"What—" I gasped, confused and still dizzy from my own orgasm.

Fergus pulled out suddenly. His cock emerged from my pussy, still rock-hard, still leaking.

He stumbled backward, his chest heaving.

"This is wrong," he said. His voice was rough. Strained. "This is—you did something. You're doing something to me."

"I don't understand—" I started.

*Is he talking about the magic?*

"It must be the magic!" he snarled. "Whatever spell you cast on the platform—it's still working. Making me want—making me feel— It has to be."

He turned away from me abruptly, his hands clenched into fists.

I could see his cock from where I lay—still massively erect, twitching, desperate for release. But he was fighting it. Fighting the urge.

"I don't lose control," he said, more to himself than to me. "I am not some beast ruled by instinct. I am not—"

He stopped. Took several deep breaths.

When he spoke again, his voice was cold. Hard. Back under control.

"Get dressed," he commanded. "And get out."

I sat up slowly, my body still trembling. "My lord, I—"

"NOW!" The roar made me flinch.

I scrambled off the bed, nearly falling. My legs wouldn't support me properly. Grabbed the robe from the floor with shaking hands.

Fergus still had his back to me. His shoulders were rigid. His whole body radiating tension.

"This was a mistake," he said quietly. "You will not speak of this to anyone. Understood?"

"Yes, my lord," I whispered.

"If I hear that you've told anyone—anyone—about what happened here tonight, I will personally rip your throat out. Slowly. While you watch."

"I understand."

"Good." He still didn't turn around. "Now leave. Before I change my mind about letting you live."

I pulled the robe on and stumbled toward the door, my mind reeling.

*Is it because he realized I'd influenced him and he refused to give in completely?*

*Does that magic even last this long? It's been hours!*

I had no answers. Only confusion and lingering arousal and shame.

I opened the door and stumbled out into the sitting room.

*And why do I feel... disappointed? Why do I wish he'd finished? Wish he'd filled me with his cum?*

*What the fuck is going on?*