The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

ISIDORA

Footsteps echoed, and I saw a beautiful woman approaching.

She wore the same sheer robe I had on, only hers was even more shameless. I could see her whole naked body through it, sexy and toned.

She climbed onto the bed, followed by a strong, bronze-skinned man with no chains on him, barely covered by a strip of cloth over his crotch.

“Estingia Omara agreed to give a demonstration for Dark Estingias like you who still haven’t fully mastered how to draw masculine energy from their slaves…..”

She started explaining, but my stunned eyes couldn’t stop drinking in the scene unfolding beneath the hazy light in that place.

A bewitching scent drifted through the air, seductive, clouding the senses and stirring the body.

She stopped in front of the male with total confidence and took him by the chin. He lowered his mouth obediently so she could kiss him, slow and teasing.

Her hands moved over his tense, sweat-slick muscles until they reached the fabric at his narrow hips.

With one sharp tug, the cords gave way, and I almost looked away when I saw him left completely naked.

“Watch the whole ceremony. The sexual act is only an act of domination, control, and pleasure. It isn’t taboo, and there’s nothing wrong with it. Learn from her….”

The Head of the Novices said it so quietly I could barely hear her, and I obeyed.

I watched every caress, the way that woman’s mouth moved slowly down his sculpted abdomen before she knelt in front of that fully erect cock.

A masculine growl rolled through the chamber as the air turned thick and hot.

The Estingia started stroking him skillfully, up and down, breathing in his maleness, wanting him, her arousal spreading like a wave and making my lower belly tingle.

I could feel the wetness gathering in my pussy.

She parted her lips and started sucking him, devouring him deep, moving her head up and down, driving him wild, caressing his balls while her lips made love to that huge cock.

My breathing sped up with hers. It was so erotic it stirred every wicked thought in my mind.

I sat there flushed with embarrassment, wanting to look away and yet completely drawn into that sinful scene.

The slave tipped his head back in a gesture of pure ecstasy, nothing forced, nothing he didn’t want…. could I really seduce Blaze that way?

The Estingia rose all at once, and without her even having to say a word, he lay down obediently among the cushions.

She stood there in front of her slave, slowly slipping off her robe and leaving herself completely naked beneath his searing gaze.

Lady Omara was beautiful, the kind of body with all the right curves, shaped by exercise but still feminine, and of course…

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