Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

-also the one from my dreams. The one who apologized. Who seemed almost… protective.

And right now, faced with the choice between him and the approaching guards-

I pushed the door open and stumbled inside.

The King’s Den was dark except for the faint glow of embers in a fireplace.

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, gasping.

I’m here. I’m actually here. What the fuck am I doing?

Another cramp hit-the worst one yet. I cried out and slid down the door to my knees, both hands pressed against my cramping abdomen.

The need was so intense now I could barely breathe. Barely think. Could only feel the desperate, all-consuming hunger for-

For the cock that could fill me. Satisfy me. Make this unbearable ache finally stop.

“Please,” I whimpered into the darkness. “Please, I can’t-I need-”

A shape moved in the shadows ahead of me.

Large. Massive.

The Wolf King stepped into the dim light cast by the dying embers.

He was in his full Lycan form-seven feet of muscle and fur and raw, predatory power. His amber eyes glowed in the darkness, fixed on me

with an intensity that made my already racing heart pound even harder.

And between his legs-

Oh God.

His cock was already erect. Massive and thick and glistening with pre-cum. At least twelve inches long. Too big. Way too big.

I can’t take that. It’ll split me in half.

But my body didn’t agree. My pussy clenched at the sight of it, gushing more wetness, opening wider, preparing itself.

Yes, my body screamed. That. That’s what I need.

“Please,” I heard myself say. My voice was barely recognizable-thick with need, rough with desperation. “Please, it hurts. I need-I need-

Mordred moved closer. Slowly. Like he was approaching a frightened animal.

And I couldn’t run. Couldn’t move. Could only kneel there on the cold stone floor, trembling and desperate, as the Wolf King prepared to

claim me once again.

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Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King’s Slave Island

Chapter 93

Natasha’s POV

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The sight of it should have terrified me. Should have sent me scrambling for the door.

But instead, my body responded with a fresh gush of wetness. My pussy clenched desperately around nothing, aching to be filled by that

massive shaft.

I need it. God help me, I need it so badly.

My hands moved to my trousers, fumbling with the ties. My fingers were shaking so hard I could barely manage the simple knots.

Finally, they came loose. I shoved my trousers down my hips, along with my soaked underwear, exposing myself completely.

The cool air hit my burning pussy and I gasped. I was so swollen, so wet. Juices were literally dripping down my thighs.

Without conscious thought, my body moved into position.

I pressed my upper body to the floor, my cheek against the cold stone. My ass raised high in the air. Knees spread wide on the hard

ground.

The position of submission. Of offering. Of a female presenting herself to be mounted.

What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing?

But I couldn’t stop. My hands reached back, trembling, and spread my pussy lips apart with my fingers.

Opening myself. Showing him everything. The pink, swollen flesh. The wetness glistening in the dim light. The entrance to my body,

clenching and unclenching with desperate need.

“Please,” I heard myself whimper. “Please, I need-”

Modred let out a roar.

Deep and primal and so loud it shook the very walls. The sound reverberated through my body, through my bones, making me tremble

even harder.

It was a sound of claim. Of possession. Of a male accepting the offering of a female in heat.

In. Out. In. Out. Each thrust driving the air from my lungs. Each withdrawal making me gasp desperately for more.

His cock was so big-stretching me so wide I felt like I might split apart. But somehow my body accommodated it. My pussy gripped him tight, inner walls molding to his shape, taking every massive inch.

“Fuck! It’s-it’s so big! So deep! I can feel you in my-oh God-”

Another orgasm hit. Then another. They came in waves, one after the other, each more intense than the last.

My body was betraying me completely. Instead of pain and horror, I felt overwhelming pleasure. My pussy was gushing around his cock,

making obscene wet sounds with each thrust. My nipples were so hard they ached. My whole body on fire with sensation.

“Please! Oh please! Stop it. Don’t-ah! AH!”

The pain was still there-burning and sharp where he stretched me past what should have been possible. But it felt good now. Right. Like

my body was made for this. Made to take his enormous cock. Made to be fucked by this beast.

What’s wrong with me? Why does this feel so good?

But I couldn’t think. Couldn’t reason. Could only feel.

The King’s claws dug into my hips, holding me steady as he rutted into me with animalistic abandon. Each thrust drove me forward, my

face pressing harder against the stone floor. Each withdrawal made me whimper with loss.

“Stop! Please! I need-I need-”

But I couldn’t even stop myself. The words kept spilling from my lips between gasps and moans and screams of pleasure.

I could feel him hitting my cervix with each thrust-that closed entrance to my womb. It hurt, but in a way that made me clench harder around him. Made me push back to meet his thrusts, wanting more, needing more.

The pleasure built higher and higher. My body tightening. Muscles coiling. Building toward something-

I’m going to-oh God-I’m going to come again!”

The orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami. My entire body convulsed, back arching.

My pussy clamped down on his cock so hard it was almost painful. Rhythmic pulses milking him. Trying to draw him even deeper. Trying to pull his seed directly into my womb.

Fuck. Fuck, I want it. Want him to fill me.

The thought should have horrified me. Instead, it made me come even harder.

“YES! Oh fuck yes! Fill me! Please fill me! I need-”

The King roared again-louder this time. The sound of a male about to claim his mate.

But then-suddenly-he pulled out.

Completely.

His massive cock withdrawing from my spasming pussy, leaving me empty and aching and desperately needy.

But he was moving. Shifting position.