“No, please. Don’t stop. Don’t. Fuck. Please.” I begged.
He smacked me across the face. Then he pinched my nipples so hard, they hurt.
“Ugh!”
“You’re my whore? My mistress?” He asked.
“Yes, My King.”
“Do you like it?” He said and spanked me across the thighs.
Before I could answer, another spank. And another. And another.
I growled. My wolf did. My fangs lengthened.
“Yes, Sire. Please.”
With that, he increased his pace. His fingers, worked faster on my clit as his tongue reached into me.
He rubbed my pussy, my wetness drenching his bed, my desire feeding his own. He licked, flicked, kissed, and sucked me and then I gave in, shuddered, and came.
“Ooooohhhhhhhhh fffffffffUCK!” I grunted loudly.
As I reached my climax and began to shudder, the King raised his head and spanked me hard across the thighs.
The mild pain increased the orgasm. As I came, spasm after spasm rippling through me, my body shook and shuddered and my juices flooded.
He sucked my nipple once more, as he lowered his head to my breast. He must have felt it too, my body almost shifting into a wolf.
The sudden shudders lengthened my claws each time. He swallows another nipple.
I gasp. “Ooh fuck! That feels so ….” I gasp again, unable to finish my words as he slowly suckles them.
My bones shifted within my body as I gasped. Something was happening deep inside places he couldn’t reach.
I felt my wolf stir within me, her voice chanting loudly. If he hadn’t captured my nipple in his mouth then, I’d have frowned.
My wolf had never been so audible before.
Why now?
I heard the howl deep within my mind.
I felt my claws and fangs extend, my hand digging into his shoulder as one of his hands squeezed my breasts and the other bit down painfully on my nipple. My pupils rushed into the back of my head as I felt my wolf stir again in the middle of the pleasure.
“MATE!!” I heard her say. My body trembled from the mixture of sensations and the shifting of my body to a wolf, and then back.
“Mate!” I heard her say.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. A werewolf should only turn during sex if they were having sex with their mate. I knew that. But how could he be my mate? He was Lycan? Was it possible?
He climbed over me, ridding himself of his shirt, and baring his beautiful chest to me. I bit my lip as the sight of his beautiful toned pecs and abs almost undid me.
How was he so beautiful?
With his now raven black hair and glowing sapphire eyes, he looked like some demon king out to get my soul. I found that I didn’t mind that very much.
“I’m going to fuck you, Elora.” His hoarse voice uttered.
There was that fear again. I froze under him as excitement and fear washed over me. With that, he slapped my breasts and pinched both nipples as his hands landed on them.
“Ugh!” I winced. It hurt. But it wasn’t a bad kind of hurt. It hurt good. I wanted it again.
I met his gaze and lifted a brow.
“Ugh!” I moaned, scoring his chest with my claws. “Please, My Lord. Go on”
His answering growl was lost as he kissed me deeply, fangs lightly pulling blood from my lips. The tang of iron sent my senses into overdrive.
He pulled back and gripped the backs of my thighs angling me how he wanted, pushing inside me in one rough stroke that had me blinking back tears. He seemed to sense I was a virgin and he pulled back gently, frowning down at me.
He smirked, knowing what it was he had felt.
He slid in again but gentler this time, pacing his thrusts to slow shallow strokes that became faster and deeper as I adjusted to his size. His muscles rippled beneath my hands and I could sense the underlying tension in him as he held back his desire. Then he paced up, fucking me as hard as he could. Pumping deep and then withdrawing to repeat the thrust.
“Ugh!” I grunted. A tiny drop of tears streamed down my face. There was pain, but instant pleasure followed. It was hard to decide what I was feeling.
He paused, and the feeling washed over me. I felt drunk. Drunk with fear and lust. I wanted him. I tried to reach for him by pushing against him, raising my hips to meet his cock. He pulled back, taking out his cock entirely.
“Please,” I begged. “Go on. Please.”
He waited for a few seconds, allowing my desire to build up once more. The urge was pushing me further down the edge of madness.
I moaned, loud.
“Do you want it?” He asked, almost as though he needed me to beg for it.
And I would.
I nodded eagerly, like a child who had her favorite meal being dangled in front of her.
He let his hand smack me again. This time, so hard on my thigh that my ass cheeks jiggled.
“Let me hear you say it?” He roared, slapping my breasts and pinching my nipples. The skin around them felt bruised, but I wanted – no – I needed more.
I pushed my teeth far into the skin of my lower lip until I could taste my blood.
“Please sir, I want you.” I pleaded.
The King groaned with boiling-hot lust. His animal stretched his spine, almost turning.
My body was on fire I felt him mount me, his big thick cock pressing against my belly button.
He leaned down to kiss me, his tongue probing my mouth as the head of his cock slipped into my pussy.
Without warning, he thrust, so hard that I immediately felt him in my belly.
“Mmm..” I grunted.
The king half-smiled and ravished my lips again, he slid deeper and deeper into me as I huffed and moaned.
“Mmmm…” It was the sound of my pleasure.
I looked down at the sight of his cock splitting me in two.
I moaned loudly as he pushed balls deep inside me, I felt so full of cock and I loved it. I started to moan and whine with lust as the stabbed my pussy with his cock. He started to fuck me hard and slow, gliding back and forth.
Every stroke was purposeful, calculated, and designed.
“Ummm…”
He leaned and dug his cock even deeper into me, my tits bouncing and shaking as he fucked me.
The bed underneath us squealed and trembled. We paid it no mind.
“You are mine, Elora. Only mine.” He growled possessively.
I moaned, “Yes, Sire.”
He pumped harder and harder into me, the headboard banged the wall with every thrust he made. His balls slapped my bare skin as we fucked, and all the cheerful sounds of our fuckery filled his quarters.
I was in my wet dreams, my erotic bliss.
I started to feel his thrusts get even harder, faster. His body glistened with sweat, his muscles working overdrive.
He grunted, on the verge of exploding, “Don’t stop,” I cried.
He didn’t need to be told, he thrust two more times and then popped the biggest load of his life inside me. I shivered as we came together.