Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Davelina’s POV

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I lowered my chest to the floor, pressing my cheek against the freezing stone. My back arched, lifting my hips, spreading my knees apart. The position was obscene, degrading. Every part of me was exposed–my breasts crushed against the floor, my ass raised, my pussy completely open

to the darkness.

I was an offering. A sacrifice laid out on an altar.

The breathing stopped.

The silence was worse than the sound. I couldn’t tell where it was, couldn gauge the distance. Was it right behind me? Was it-

A massive hand closed over my hip.

I screamed.

The hand was huge–so huge my entire hip disappeared into its grip. The fingers were tipped with claws that scraped against my skin, and the palm was rough with calluses and old scars. But it was the heat that shocked me most. The hand was burning hot, like touching a furnace.

It squeezed. Not hard enough to hurt–not yet–but enough to make it clear that it could. That it could crush my pelvis to powder with the

slightest increase in pressure.

Then the hand moved, sliding over the curve of my ass, fingers trailing across my skin. The touch was almost… exploratory. As if the thing was

learning my shape.

Another hand landed on my other hip.

Now I was trapped between them, held in place. I felt something massive move behind me–a body so large it blocked out even the hint of air movement. Heat radiated from it in waves, making sweat bead across my back despite the cold of the stone beneath me.

Then I felt its breath on my skin.

Hot. Wet. Carrying that same rot–and–musk smell but a thousand times stronger. It huffed against the back of my thigh, then moved upward, snuffling along my hip, my waist, my ribs.

It was smelling me.

The massive head–I couldn’t see it but I could feel its presence–moved along my back, the wet nose pressing against my spine. It inhaled deeply, a sound like a bellows filling with air.

Then it froze.

The hands on my hips tightened suddenly, claws pricking my skin. The breathing changed–faster now, almost frantic. The head moved to my shoulder, sniffing along my arm, down to my hand.

A low growl vibrated through the air, so deep I felt it in my chest. The thing’s head moved to my other arm, sniffing just as frantically. Then to my hair, my neck, back to my hands again.

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It was searching for something. Something it had caught a trace of on my kin.

What is it looking for?

The confusion mixed with my terror. Why was it smelling me like this? What did it want?

The growl turned into a snarl.

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Suddenly I was flipped over. One massive hand closed around my throat, not choking but pinning me in place as the huge body loomed over me. I still couldn’t see it–the darkness was absolute–but I could feel it. Could sense the size of it, the impossible bulk of muscle and fury

hovering above me.

Something pressed against my entrance.

I didn’t need light to know what it was. The heat of it, the size–even the p felt impossibly large, far bigger than anything that could fit inside

a human body.

“Please- I choked out. “Please, I don’t-”

But my words cut off in a scream as it thrust forward.

The pain was immediate and absolute. I felt myself tear as the massive cock forced its way inside, stretching me far beyond anything I’d thought possible. It was like being split in half, my body trying to accommodate something that was never meant to fit.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. There was only pain and pressure and the sensation of being filled–impossibly, agonizingly filled.

The hand on my throat tightened slightly, and the thing leaned down. I felt its breath on my face, hot and rank. Then it moved, pulling back slightly before slamming forward again.

The second thrust drove the air from my lungs. I tried to scream but couldn’t–the hand on my throat prevented it. My hands scrabbled uselessly at the massive arm, my legs kicked at nothing.

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

The thing began to move in earnest, each thrust brutal and mechanical. There was no rhythm, no technique. Just raw, animal need. It was using my body like a thing, a receptacle, not caring about the damage it was doing.

I felt something tear inside me. Felt warm wetness–blood, probably–coating my thighs. The pain reached a crescendo and then… went numb. My body simply gave up trying to process the sensation.

But through it all, the thing kept sniffing. Kept searching my skin for that race scent. Its massive head moved over my body even as it rutted, the wet nose pressing against my arms, my chest, my hair.

Looking for something.

Looking for what?

I couldn’t understand. Couldn’t think past the pain and the horror. All I knew was that it wasn’t satisfied. That whatever it had smelled on me- whatever it was searching for–it couldn’t find enough of it.

The thing’s movements grew more frantic. The cock inside me swelled ever larger–impossibly so–and I felt something at its base catch inside

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