Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Natasha’s POV

Finally-finally-he stopped cumming.

His grip on me loosened slightly. I slumped against his chest, barely conscious, my body twitching with aftershocks.

“Ah… it’s too much,” I whispered. “Too much.”

But even as I said it, I could feel his cock inside me. Still hard. Still swollen.

And something else. Something at the base of his shaft. A thick bulge that hadn’t been there before.

It was pressing against my entrance. Trying to push inside.

No. Oh no. What is that?

The King shifted slightly, adjusting his grip. And as he did, that bulge slipped inside me.

I gasped as my entrance stretched even wider to accommodate it. Felt it pop past the ring of muscle and lodge itself firmly inside me.

And then I understood.

A knot. Like a canine’s knot. He’s-we’re locked together.

I tried to pull away experimentally. But the knot was too large. It had swelled up inside me, anchoring his cock firmly in place.

We were stuck. Physically tied together. His cock sealed inside my pussy, his cum trapped in my womb.

“Oh God, I breathed. “We’re-I can’t-

The King’s arms tightened around me. Holding me close. One massive hand cupping the back of my head, pressing my face against his furred chest.

Mine, his grip seemed to say. You’re not going anywhere.

I should have panicked. Should have fought. Should have done something.

But I was too exhausted. Too overwhelmed. Too completely fucked out to do anything but collapse against him.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” I mumbled against his fur. “This was-this was insane. I’m insane.”

But who am I kidding?

The truth was, I’d had no choice. Not really.

Even delirious with heat, my body had known where to go. Had brought me here. To him.

And if it happened again-when it happened again-I’d probably do the same thing.

Come running to this beast like a bitch in heat. Beg him to fuck me. Let him use my body however he wanted.

Because apparently that’s what I am now. His to use. His to breed.

The thought should have filled me with horror and shame.

Instead, I felt only a strange sense of peace as darkness claimed me.

I woke to sunlight streaming through a window high above me.

Morning? How long was I-

I tried to sit up and immediately gasped. Pain shot through my body. My pussy ached. My thighs were sore. My back hurt from being

pressed against the stone floor.

But I was outside the King’s Den. Lying in the corridor just beyond the door.

What? How did I get out here?

I looked down at myself. My clothes were intact. Trousers properly tied. Tunic straight.

My hand went to my crotch. The fabric was dry. No trace of the massive amounts of cum that had been pouring out of me last night.

Did he did he clean me up? Dress me? Carry me out here?

Through the small window set in the heavy door, I could see into the Den. Modred’s massive form was barely visible in the shadows at the

far end of the room.

He was watching me. I could feel his gaze even though I couldn’t see his eyes clearly.

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