Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Selene’s POV

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The door to the King’s den groaned as I pushed it open.

One hand cupped my swollen breast so heavy, so full it ached with every breath. The silk of my gown was already soaked through at the chest,

translucent with leaked milk.

I peered into the darkness ahead.

“Fergus, that rigid bastard, I muttered under my breath, fingers digging io tender flesh. “If I don’t feed you this essence, 111 die from the pain. So wake up already, Mordred. I’m sick of babysitting a beast.”

Forty years. Forty fucking years I’d been doing this. Pumping out infants ever held, never named, just to produce milk for a King who couldn’t even recognize my face anymore. And Fergus–Fergus–forbade me from sharing this precious liquid with the other Lords, Said it would “destabilize the hierarchy.”

As if I care about hierarchy when I could be securing alliances. Building realwer.

But no. This was my only card left to play.

I stopped a few feet from the massive shadow, setting down the lantern. My hands moved to the laces of my bodice, loosening the strings with practiced efficiency. The fabric fell away, exposing my breasts completely. They were obscenely swollen, veins visible beneath pale skin, nipples dark and engorged. Milk dripped steadily from both tips, warm trails sliding down my ribs and pooling at my navel.

1 cupped one breast with both hands, squeezing gently. A thin stream of lk arced through the air, landing on the stone floor with quiet

splashes.

“Are you listening in there?” My voice was low, edged with frustration. “I red you to wake up. I need you to see me. I’m not some disposable wet nurse–I’m the only one who can give you this.”

A guttural sound rumbled from the dark–half growl, half breath.

I bit my lip, feeling my thighs press together involuntarily. Good. He’s away.

“That’s right, I whispered, stepping closer. My gown slipped further down my hips, the silk pooling around my ankles. I stood nearly naked before the darkness, breasts bare and leaking, my cunt already wet with aicipation. “Come to me.”

A clawed hand shot out from the blackness.

I didn’t flinch. I’d learned not to.

The claw–easily the size of my head–wrapped around my waist, yanking he forward so fast my breath caught. My back slammed against freezing stone, and suddenly I was pinned, his massive body looming over ne.

His eyes burned red in the dark. No recognition. No humanity. Just hunger

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice trembling, “That’s it. Take what you need.”

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His nose pressed against my chest, nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. His breath was hot, damp, coating my skin. He sniffed at the valley between my breasts, his wet nose dragging across one nipple, then the other. Milk smeared across his muzzle.

Then he moved lower–over my collarbone, down to my shoulder, along my upper arm.

Wait.

His head jerked back. His red eyes narrowed, pupils dilating as he sniffed again, more frantically this time. He pressed his nose hard against my shoulder, my wrist–sniffing, searching.

“What-?” I frowned, confused. “What are you looking for?”

He snarled, low and frustrated.

My stomach twisted with jealousy. Is he looking for someone else?

“Forget about that,” I hissed, grabbing his massive jaw and forcing his head toward my chest. Milk ran freely down my stomach now. “Look at me. I’m what you need. I’m right here.”

For a moment, he resisted. His eyes flicked between my face and my shoulder, torn, confused.

Then his gaze dropped to my exposed breasts.

Milk leaked freely now, dripping onto his fur, running in rivulets down my belly.

His nostrils flared.

And then–finally–he lunged.

His mouth closed over my nipple, teeth scraping, tongue rough as sandpaper. The suction was immediate, brutal, pulling so hard I gasped and arched against the wall.

Pain lanced through me–sharp, white–hot–but it was followed by relief so overwhelming I nearly sobbed. The pressure in my breast released in a rush, milk flowing freely into his throat. He drank greedily, swallowing in deep, rhythmic gulps that made wet, obscene sounds in the

darkness.

“Fuck–yes,” I panted, my hand tangling in the coarse fur at the back of his head. ‘Drink it. Take it all, you bastard.”

My other hand dropped between my legs. I was soaked–had been since the moment I walked in here. My fingers found my clit, swollen and aching, and I started rubbing in quick, desperate circles.

“Yes,” I moaned, working myself while he sucked. “Yes, just like that.‘

His claws tightened around my ribs, holding me in place. One massive paw slid down, gripping my ass and lifting me slightly off the ground. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, opening myself wider.

I slipped two fingers inside my cunt, pumping in time with his sucking. I was dripping wet, slick coating my thighs.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, grinding against my own hand. “Fuck, Mordred–wake up. Look at me. See me.”

My thumb found my clit again, rubbing hard. The orgasm built fast, coiling tight in my belly. I imagined him waking–truly waking–his red

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eyes clearing, his voice returning. I imagined him throwing me down, mounting me properly, filling me with that massive cock I’d only ever glimpsed in shadows.

Ill be the only one who matters. The only one he needs. His Queen.

My fingers moved faster, plunging deeper. His mouth pulled harder, drawing milk in long, desperate gulps. My free nipple leaked untouched, milk running down my ribs and dripping onto his fur.

“Yes–oh fuck–yes-

The orgasm slammed into me. My cunt clenched around my fingers, my whole body convulsing as I came hard, gasping and shaking against the wall. Milk sprayed from both nipples as my muscles contracted, soaking us both.

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