The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35

ISIDORA

I nodded with a resolve that surprised even me.

My restless eyes drifted toward Lady Omara as she escorted her slave back the way they had come.

Servants rushed in at once and began changing all the sheets and cushions.

Goddess… I was next…

“Good. Since you’re so sure of yourself, show me you can control him…”

“But ma’am, I can’t do that… I mean… go that far. We’re not like those two,” I said in a whisper thick with panic.

Have sex with Blaze… just like that… in front of all of them?

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“I’m not asking you to take it that far. Just recite the ritual words etched into your mind, and if you can make your mark react, even a little, I’ll count that as enough….”

She showed me a little mercy.

“Besides, he was given medicine to arouse him and calm him down. He’ll be more docile with you. I know you’re a novice, and I’ll give you every advantage a novice ceremony allows…..”

I let out a breath of relief, almost forgiving her for all the nastiness from earlier.

So I pushed my luck a little further and found the nerve to make one more request.

“And the curtains… can… can they cover a little more?”

She looked at me with one brow raised, but in the end she sighed and called a servant over to give her instructions.

My hands twisted in my lap, damp with sweat, still trembling from the scene I’d just witnessed.

Blaze beneath me, roaring and shuddering while I took his cock inside my pussy and made love to him… Goddess… I didn’t even know how to have sex with a male…

“Walk to the altar, Lady Isidora, and remain in nothing but the ceremonial robe,” the order rang out, and I almost asked if 1 could keep my panties on, but I knew that was a stupid question.

Oh, Goddess… help me through this.

My legs started trembling in the most humiliating way as I got to my feet and slipped off the heavy cloak hiding that shameless robe.

I kicked off my shoes, and then, finally, almost reluctantly, I pulled off my panties.

My cheeks burned crimson when I saw the slick, wet strand that slipped from my aroused pussy.

I quickly tucked them into the folds of the cloak I had left draped over the chair.

One of the servants offered to help me, but I refused. It was humiliating enough doing all of this in front of, what, five pairs of eyes.

Better not to look at the faces of the other “judges.”

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