Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 93

Natasha's POV

The sight of it should have terrified me. Should have sent me scrambling for the door.

But instead, my body responded with a fresh gush of wetness. My pussy clenched desperately around nothing, aching to be filled by that massive shaft.

*I need it. God help me, I need it so badly.*

My hands moved to my trousers, fumbling with the ties. My fingers were shaking so hard I could barely manage the simple knots.

Finally, they came loose. I shoved my trousers down my hips, along with my soaked underwear, exposing myself completely.

The cool air hit my burning pussy and I gasped. I was so swollen, so wet. Juices were literally dripping down my thighs.

Without conscious thought, my body moved into position.

I pressed my upper body to the floor, my cheek against the cold stone. My ass raised high in the air. Knees spread wide on the hard ground.

The position of submission. Of offering. Of a female presenting herself to be mounted.

*What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing?*

But I couldn't stop. My hands reached back, trembling, and spread my pussy lips apart with my fingers.

Opening myself. Showing him everything. The pink, swollen flesh. The wetness glistening in the dim light. The entrance to my body, clenching and unclenching with desperate need.

"Please," I heard myself whimper. "Please, I need—"

Modred let out a roar.

Deep and primal and so loud it shook the very walls. The sound reverberated through my body, through my bones, making me tremble even harder.

It was a sound of claim. Of possession. Of a male accepting the offering of a female in heat.

Outside the door, I heard voices. The guards.

"What was that?" one of them said, his voice sharp with alarm.

"Came from the King's Den," the other replied. "And that smell—it's coming from in there too."

A pause. I could almost hear them processing this information.

"Fuck," one of the guard muttered. "We need to get out of here before the King finds us. Now. I don't want to die here."

"Agreed. Move. Quietly."

The sound of rapid footsteps retreating. Getting farther away.

They were gone.

And I was alone with the beast.

Modred moved behind me. I could feel the heat radiating from his massive body. Could hear his heavy breathing—rough and animal.

His clawed hands gripped my hips. Gentle but firm. Positioning me.

I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance.

*Oh God. Oh fuck. This is it. This is really—*

He pushed forward. Slowly. Testing.

My body opened for him. Stretched. The head of his cock slipped inside—so thick, so impossibly thick—

And then he thrust.

Hard. Deep. Burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.

Pain exploded through me as my regenerated hymen tore again. Sharp and bright and overwhelming.

But mixed with the pain was something else.

Pleasure.

Intense, electric pleasure that radiated from where he was buried inside me, spreading through my entire body like wildfire.

I screamed. Couldn't help it. The sound tore from my throat—part agony, part ecstasy.

"Fuck! Oh God, oh fuck, oh—"

My pussy clenched around his massive shaft, muscles spasming. Waves of sensation crashed over me—pain and pleasure mixing together until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

And then I was coming.

Already. From just that one thrust. My body seizing up, convulsing, a orgasm ripping through me with such force that my vision went white.

"AHHH! Oh God! Oh fuck! I'm—I'm—"

The King didn't wait for me to finish. Didn't give me time to recover.

He pulled back—almost all the way out—and thrust in again. Harder this time. Deeper.

The brutal rhythm began.

In. Out. In. Out. Each thrust driving the air from my lungs. Each withdrawal making me gasp desperately for more.

His cock was so big—stretching me so wide I felt like I might split apart. But somehow my body accommodated it. My pussy gripped him tight, inner walls molding to his shape, taking every massive inch.

"Fuck! It's—it's so big! So deep! I can feel you in my—oh God—"

Another orgasm hit. Then another. They came in waves, one after the other, each more intense than the last.

My body was betraying me completely. Instead of pain and horror, I felt overwhelming pleasure. My pussy was gushing around his cock, making obscene wet sounds with each thrust. My nipples were so hard they ached. My whole body on fire with sensation.

"Please! Oh please! Stop it. Don't—ah! AH!"

The pain was still there—burning and sharp where he stretched me past what should have been possible. But it felt good now. Right. Like my body was made for this. Made to take his enormous cock. Made to be fucked by this beast.

*What's wrong with me? Why does this feel so good?*

But I couldn't think. Couldn't reason. Could only feel.

The King's claws dug into my hips, holding me steady as he rutted into me with animalistic abandon. Each thrust drove me forward, my face pressing harder against the stone floor. Each withdrawal made me whimper with loss.

"Stop! Please! I need—I need—"

But I couldn't even stop myself. The words kept spilling from my lips between gasps and moans and screams of pleasure.

I could feel him hitting my cervix with each thrust—that closed entrance to my womb. It hurt, but in a way that made me clench harder around him. Made me push back to meet his thrusts, wanting more, needing more.

The pleasure built higher and higher. My body tightening. Muscles coiling. Building toward something—

"I'm going to—oh God—I'm going to come again!"

The orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami. My entire body convulsed, back arching.

My pussy clamped down on his cock so hard it was almost painful. Rhythmic pulses milking him. Trying to draw him even deeper. Trying to pull his seed directly into my womb.

*Fuck. Fuck, I want it. Want him to fill me.*

The thought should have horrified me. Instead, it made me come even harder.

"YES! Oh fuck yes! Fill me! Please fill me! I need—"

The King roared again—louder this time. The sound of a male about to claim his mate.

But then—suddenly—he pulled out.

Completely.

His massive cock withdrawing from my spasming pussy, leaving me empty and aching and desperately needy.

But he was moving. Shifting position.