Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94

Natasha’s POV

I collapsed onto my stomach, my whole body shaking. Aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me, making my muscles twitch and spasm.

I couldn’t move. Could barely think. Could only lie there gasping and trembling as my pussy continued to clench around nothing, still desperate to be filled.

Through my blurred vision, I saw the King sit down on the floor. His back against the wall. His massive legs spread.

And between them-

Oh fuck.

His cock stood straight up. Impossibly hard. Glistening with my juices and his pre-cum. The shaft was covered in the evidence of our

fucking-my wetness coating every inch, mixed with traces of blood from my torn hymen..

The sight of it made my mouth water. Made my pussy clench with renewed need.

I want it. Want it inside me again. Want to be stretched and filled and fucked until I can’t remember my own name.

The King’s clawed hands reached for me. Gripped my waist. Lifted me.

He was so strong. I weighed nothing to him. He positioned me over his lap, my legs straddling his hips, my entrance aligned with his cock.

“No,” I whimpered, even as my body trembled with anticipation. “No, not like this. Not-”

Not where I have to look at him. Not where I have to see the beast while he fucks me. Not where I can’t pretend this is anything other than what

it is.

But I had no strength to resist. My body was limp, still trembling from the multiple orgasms. I could only hang in his grip, completely at his mercy.

He lowered me slowly onto his cock.

The head pressed against my entrance. Pushed inside. Stretching me wide again.

“Nononono-” I sobbed. “Please, I can’t-too much-”

But gravity was working against me. My own weight driving me down onto his massive shaft.

Inch by terrible, wonderful inch, I sank onto him.

His hands on my waist controlled the descent. Not letting me take him too fast. Making sure my body had time to adjust, to stretch, to accommodate.

He’s being careful, some distant part of my mind noticed. He’s trying not to hurt me.

The thought was absurd. Laughable. This beast had brutalized me. Raped me. Nearly killed me.

And yet-

His hands were gentle now. His movements controlled. Letting me take him at a pace my body could handle.

Finally-after what felt like an eternity-I was fully seated on his cock. My ass pressed against his thighs. His entire length buried inside

“Oh God,” I gasped. “Oh fuck, it’s so deep. So-so full. I’m so full.”

I could feel him everywhere. Stretching my pussy wide. Pressing against my cervix from the inside. Filling me so completely that I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.

And then he started moving.

His hips rocking up. Driving himself even deeper. His hands on my waist lifting me up, then pulling me back down.

“Ah! AH! Oh fuck! Too deep! You’re too-oh God-”

A roar rumbled from his chest. Low and possessive. His amber eyes locked on mine-intelligent despite the beast’s form. Watching my

face. Seeing my reactions.

He knows, I realized. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. What I’m feeling.

His thrusts became harder. Faster. Bouncing me on his cock like I weighed nothing.

Each downward thrust drove the air from my lungs. Each upward stroke made me see stars.

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