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.

Lucy took my other arm and between the two of them, they got me standing.

I looked back one more time at the King’s Den. The massive form in the shadows hadn’t moved. But I could still feel his gaze on me.

Until next time, I thought. And knew there would be a next time.

They half-carried, half-dragged me through the corridors. Back to the slave quarters. To our small room.

Once inside, they deposited me on my cot. Davelina immediately started checking me over, looking for injuries.

“Tell me what happened,” she said. Her voice was tight. Controlled. But I could hear the fear underneath. “Why were you at the King’s Den? Are you insane?”

I took a shaky breath.

“I went into heat,” I said quietly. “Feral Heat. It just-it hit me suddenly on my way back from-from outside. The pain was unbearable. The need was-I couldn’t think. Could barely move.”

Lucy was staring at me with wide eyes. “Feral Heat? You went into heat?”

“Yes.” I confirmed.

Davelina’s hands were shaking as she examined me. “So you went to him? To the King? That monster nearly killed you last time and you

“I was being chased by guards,” I interrupted. “They could smell me. They were tracking me. I was desperate and scared and the heat was getting worse and I couldn’t think straight and-”

I stopped, swallowing hard.

“And I heard his voice,” I whispered. “In my head. Telling me to come to him. That he could help me.”

Both of them froze.

“His voice?” Lucy repeated slowly. “In your head?”

I nodded. “I know how it sounds. But it was real. He was-he was speaking to me telepathically or something. I don’t know how. But I heard him clearly.”

Lucy and Davelina exchanged a look. Something passed between them. Understanding. Realization.

“Natasha,” Lucy said carefully. “I think-I have a theory. About what you are to the King.”

“What do you mean?”