Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 94

Natasha's POV

I collapsed onto my stomach, my whole body shaking. Aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me, making my muscles twitch and spasm.

I couldn't move. Could barely think. Could only lie there gasping and trembling as my pussy continued to clench around nothing, still desperate to be filled.

Through my blurred vision, I saw the King sit down on the floor. His back against the wall. His massive legs spread.

And between them—

*Oh fuck.*

His cock stood straight up. Impossibly hard. Glistening with my juices and his pre-cum. The shaft was covered in the evidence of our fucking—my wetness coating every inch, mixed with traces of blood from my torn hymen.

The sight of it made my mouth water. Made my pussy clench with renewed need.

*I want it. Want it inside me again. Want to be stretched and filled and fucked until I can't remember my own name.*

The King's clawed hands reached for me. Gripped my waist. Lifted me.

He was so strong. I weighed nothing to him. He positioned me over his lap, my legs straddling his hips, my entrance aligned with his cock.

"No," I whimpered, even as my body trembled with anticipation. "No, not like this. Not—"

*Not where I have to look at him. Not where I have to see the beast while he fucks me. Not where I can't pretend this is anything other than what it is.*

But I had no strength to resist. My body was limp, still trembling from the multiple orgasms. I could only hang in his grip, completely at his mercy.

He lowered me slowly onto his cock.

The head pressed against my entrance. Pushed inside. Stretching me wide again.

"Nononono—" I sobbed. "Please, I can't—too much—"

But gravity was working against me. My own weight driving me down onto his massive shaft.

Inch by terrible, wonderful inch, I sank onto him.

His hands on my waist controlled the descent. Not letting me take him too fast. Making sure my body had time to adjust, to stretch, to accommodate.

*He's being careful,* some distant part of my mind noticed. *He's trying not to hurt me.*

The thought was absurd. Laughable. This beast had brutalized me. Raped me. Nearly killed me.

And yet—

His hands were gentle now. His movements controlled. Letting me take him at a pace my body could handle.

Finally—after what felt like an eternity—I was fully seated on his cock. My ass pressed against his thighs. His entire length buried inside me.

"Oh God," I gasped. "Oh fuck, it's so deep. So—so full. I'm so full."

I could feel him everywhere. Stretching my pussy wide. Pressing against my cervix from the inside. Filling me so completely that I couldn't tell where he ended and I began.

And then he started moving.

His hips rocking up. Driving himself even deeper. His hands on my waist lifting me up, then pulling me back down.

"Ah! AH! Oh fuck! Too deep! You're too—oh God—"

A roar rumbled from his chest. Low and possessive. His amber eyes locked on mine—intelligent despite the beast's form. Watching my face. Seeing my reactions.

*He knows,* I realized. *He knows exactly what he's doing to me. What I'm feeling.*

His thrusts became harder. Faster. Bouncing me on his cock like I weighed nothing.

Each downward thrust drove the air from my lungs. Each upward stroke made me see stars.

"Stop! Please stop! It's too—I can't—"

But I didn't mean it. My body was already climbing toward another orgasm. My pussy gripping him tighter with each thrust. My juices flowing freely, making obscene wet sounds.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck—"

The orgasm hit without warning. My body seized up, every muscle locking. My eyes rolled back in my head.

"AHHHHH!"

The world went white. Pure sensation consuming everything else.

I could feel my pussy spasming wildly around his cock. Could feel myself gushing—actually gushing—so much wetness that it was running down his shaft, down his thighs, puddling on the floor beneath us.

And he didn't stop. Kept fucking me through it. Prolonging the orgasm until I thought I might actually die from the intensity.

"Please!" I sobbed. "Please, I can't—no more—too much—"

But my body was already building toward another peak. The pleasure building higher and higher despite my protests.

The King's thrusts changed. Became more erratic. More desperate.

He was close. I could feel it. Could feel his cock swelling even larger inside me—somehow getting even thicker.

His muzzle lowered to my neck. Hot breath washing over my skin. A low growl rumbling in his chest.

And then his teeth grazed my throat.

Not biting. Just touching. Scraping lightly over the sensitive skin.

A claiming gesture. A threat and a promise all at once.

*Mine,* it said in my mind. *You're mine.*

"Yes," I heard myself gasp. "Yours. I'm yours. Please—please—"

*What am I saying? Why am I—*

He thrust up hard. Harder than before. His cock slamming against my cervix with bruising force.

Again. Again. Again.

Like he was trying to force his way into my womb. Trying to plant his seed as deep as possible.

Each impact sent shockwaves through my body. Pain and pleasure mixing until I couldn't distinguish between them.

"Please!" I screamed. "Please, I need—I need you to—"

And then he came.

I felt it. Felt the moment his cock pulsed inside me. Felt the first massive spurt of cum shooting directly against my cervix.

Hot. So incredibly hot. Like molten liquid flooding my insides.

Another pulse. Another huge release. His cum filling me. Flooding my pussy. Overflowing.

There was so much. Too much. It gushed out around his cock, running down my thighs, dripping onto the floor.

But he kept cumming. Kept filling me. Like his balls held an endless supply.

And as he filled me, I came again.

Harder than ever before. My whole body convulsing. Every nerve ending firing at once.

I screamed until my voice gave out. Until I could only make hoarse, gasping sounds.

My vision went black around the edges. My body going limp in his grip.

The King's arms wrapped around me, holding me against his chest as he continued to pump cum into my body.

I could feel it filling my pussy completely. Could feel the pressure as it tried to find somewhere to go. Could feel it being forced past my cervix—actually entering my womb.

*He's breeding me,* I thought distantly. *Actually breeding me. Filling my womb with his seed.*

And God help me, the thought made me come again. A smaller orgasm rippling through my exhausted body.