Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Natasha’s POV

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“Stop, I gasped, but my hands were tangled in the thick fur of his neck now, holding on rather than pushing away. My fingers dug into the muscle beneath, feeling it shift and flex. “Please, I-I can’t-this is wrong-

He didn’t stop.

He licked me again. And again. Each stroke sending shocks of unwanted pleasure racing up my spine like lightning. My legs began to shake. My hips bucked forward-God help me-grinding against his tongue even as I hated myself for it.

The rough texture of his tongue dragged over my clit with every pass, and each time it did, I felt myself getting wetter, felt more of that shameful slickness coating my thighs and dripping onto his muzzle.

“No” I sobbed, squeezing my eyes shut. “I don’t-I don’t want this-”

But my body did.

My traitorous, broken, heat-addled body wanted this.

I could feel my cunt clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. Could feel my clit throbbing, swollen and aching, begging for more

friction. Could feel that empty, gnawing need building in my belly, demanding satisfaction.

The wolf’s tongue slowed, dragging up one final time before-

Oh God.

-his tongue pushed inside.

“AH! The sound that ripped out of me was barely human-high and broken and desperate. His tongue was impossibly thick, impossibly long, filling me in a way that should have hurt but instead felt-

Fuck. Oh fuck. Oh God.

He thrust his tongue deeper, the muscle curling and flexing inside me, stroking places I didn’t even know existed. The texture was rough, stimulating every nerve ending at once. I could feel it moving, exploring, aiming every inch of my inner walls.

Drool poured from his mouth, mixing with my wetness, soaking my thighs and ass and dripping onto the floor beneath us in thick, wet

droplets.

“Please-” I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore. For him to stop? To keep going? I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Could only

feel-

He thrust again, harder this time, and the tip of his tongue pressed against something deep inside me-something that made my entire body

convulse.

“Fuck!” My head slammed back against the wall. My nails dug into his fur hard I felt skin break beneath my fingernails. “Oh God, oh God-*

The heat inside me built and built, coiling tighter and tighter in my bellyke a spring wound too tight. My thighs clamped around his head-

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not pushing him away, holding him there. My hips rocked forward, fucking myself on his tongue with shameless desperation.

“Im-1 gasped, my voice breaking: 1m going to-i cant-

His tongue curled inside me, stroking that spot again, and I shattered.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave.

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My back arched. My mouth opened in a silent scream. Every muscle in my body locked as pleasure-white-hot, all-consuming, devastating-tore through me in violent waves.

And I gushed,

Liquid poured out of me-more than I thought possible-soaking his tongue, his muzzle, his entire face. It ran down his jaw and dripped onto the floor in puddles. I’d never-never-come like this before. It felt like my entire body was being turned inside out, like every nerve ending was firing at once, like I was being unmade.

The wolf’s tongue slowed, then carefully withdrew. The sudden emptiness made me whimper.

He lifted his head, and I watched-horrified and fascinated and still trembling from the aftershocks-as he swallowed. His throat worked, adam’s

apple bobbing, as he drank down every drop of my release like it was the finest wine he’d ever tasted.

Then his eyes met mine.

And I saw something shift in them. Something that made every instinct I had-the ones that had been drowned out by the heat-start

screaming again.

Hunger.

Not the hunger of orgasm. Not the hunger of heat.

The hunger of a male about to claim his mate.

“No,” I whispered, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks. “No, please, you can’t-

He rose up on his hind legs.

And I saw it.

His cock.

Oh God. Oh God, no.

It was monstrous.

Easily as thick as my leg-maybe thicker-and so long it nearly reached his chest. Dark red, almost purple, the surface glistening with pre-cum

that dripped steadily from the tip. Veins bulged along the shaft, pulsing visibly with each beat of his heart.

And at the base-dear Christ-at the base was a swelling. A knot. Already gartially inflated, it looked like a grapefruit, and it was still growing.

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“No.” The word came out as a whimper, high and terrified. “No, thats-thas not possible. That won t-it won’t fit-

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He lowered himself over me, his massive weight pinning me to the wall, he huge paw pressed against the stone beside my head, his claws gouging deep scratches into the rock. The other gripped my hip, claws praking my skin hard enough to draw pinpricks of blood.

I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance.

Blunt. Hot. Slick with pre-cum.

“No” I thrashed, trying to close my legs, trying to twist away, but his body was wedged between my thighs and his grip on my hip was iron. Please, it’s too big, you’ll kill me, please-

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