Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 55

Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King’s Slave Island

Chapter 55

Natasha’s POV

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take it. Take it all.”

He pushed deeper. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged violently, my body trying to reject the intrusion.

“Relax your throat,” he ordered. “Or this is going to be a lot worse for you.”

I can’t. I can’t breathe. I’m going to choke.

He pulled back slightly, giving me a second to gasp for air, then thrust forward again.

This time he went deeper. Past my gag reflex. Into my throat itself.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only feel the terrible pressure of his cock filling my mouth and throat, cutting off my air.

I’m going to die. He’s going to suffocate me with his cock and I’m going to die.

Black spots danced across my vision.

Finally-finally-he pulled back. I sucked in a desperate breath, coughing and gagging.

“Good boy,” Brennan panted. “You’re learning. Now let’s try that again.”

“No-” I started.

He thrust forward again. Harder this time. Deeper.

His cock slammed into the back of my throat with enough force to make me retch. Bile rose up, burning, but there was nowhere for it to

1. His cock blocked everything.

Tears streamed down my face. Saliva and pre-cum dripped from my chin. My jaw ached from being forced so wide.

And he just kept going.

Thrusting into my mouth like it was a pussy. Like I was nothing but a warm hole for him to use.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Your throat is so tight. So perfect.”

The other warriors watched in silence. Some looked uncomfortable. Others looked aroused. None of them moved to help me.

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Brennan’s thrusts got faster. Harder. His cock hit the back of my throat again and again, making me gag and choke with each impact.

Please. Please let this be over. Please-

Finally-after what felt like an eternity-he pulled out completely.

I collapsed forward, coughing violently. Drool and pre-cum splattered on the floor. My throat burned. My jaw felt dislocated

“Not bad,” Brennan said, breathing heavily. “For a first time. But we’re not done yet.”

What?

He grabbed me by the arm and hauled me to my feet. Then he bent me over the table, my chest pressed against the wood.

“Now,” he said, his hands moving to my trousers again, “let’s see what this tight little ass of yours feels like.”

No. No, no, no-

“Please!” I sobbed. “Please don’t-I can’t-”

“Sure you can.” He yanked my trousers down to my knees. “You’ll be surprised what you can take when you don’t have a choice.”

His hand groped my ass, squeezing roughly. Then his fingers moved between my cheeks, searching-

“Enough.”

Roderic’s voice. Cold as ice.

“What?” Brennan snapped.

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“I said enough.” Roderic stood up again, his expression hard. “I don’t care what you do in private. But I’m not sitting here watching you rape a boy on my fucking table.”

“Then leave.”

“It’s my table.”

“So?”

“So if you want to continue, take him somewhere else. Preferably where I don’t have to see it or clean up after it.”

Brennan glared at him. “You’re really going to cockblock me right now?”

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‘Yes.’

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For a moment, Brennan looked like he was going to argue. Was going to push this into an actual confrontation.

But then he seemed to think better of it. Maybe he realized that Roderic outranked him. Or maybe he just didn’t want the fight.

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“Fine,” he spat. He pulled away from me, leaving me bent over the table with my trousers around my knees. “Keep your fucking boy. I’ll find someone else to play with.”

He pulled his trousers back up and stormed toward the door.

“But mark my words,” he said, pointing at me. “Next time I see you, pretty boy, you’re mine. And no one’s going to stop me.”

The door slammed behind him.

Silence filled the room.

I stayed bent over the table, shaking violently. Too terrified to move. Too shocked to process what had just happened.

“Get up,” Roderic said. Not unkindly, but not gently either. “Pull your trousers up and get out.”

I scrambled to obey, yanking my trousers back up with trembling hands. My jaw still ached. My throat felt raw and abused.

I fled.

I made it three corridors away before my legs gave out completely.

I collapsed against a wall, sliding down until I was sitting on the cold stone floor.

And then the tears came.

Silent, shaking sobs that I had to muffle with both hands pressed over my mouth.

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