The Lycan King’s Playtoy

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Dane

She was scared. I could see it in her hazel eyes. Perfect. She was gorgeous and I hated to admit it. Her large hazel eyes were shaking as they stared into mine. I could smell the fear oozing out of her which fed my ego. Her skin was so soft as I held her chin. Her light brown hair was pulled back neatly into a ponytail and her strong fragrance filled my nose.

She smelled of strawberry and chocolates, an intense combination. I could feel my wolf stirring inside of me. I could feel the torrent rise in me. I wanted her. Looking into her eyes made me yearn for her. And I was going to have her right now.

“I’m—S—Sorry,” she stuttered.

My lips cracked into a frown as I heard that. She was so feeble. I never thought that I would meet someone that would want me the same way I wanted them. She knew how to satisfy my urges which made her more intriguing than when I first laid eyes on her at the ballroom.

“Don’t. Apologize,” I spoke from my now gritted teeth.

She nodded slowly, her eyes searching in anticipation of what I was going to do next.

I let my hand caress her chin and move upwards towards her cheek. She watched me as stiff as a rock. She was frightened by my sudden presence and I was caressing her to make her feel relaxed. What was coming next was going to be much more fun.

She looked stellar and slutty dressed in that black lingerie. The black heels that complimented the lingerie were a brilliant idea from Amanda. She knew exactly what I liked and she had transformed Lusia here into a work of art.

My fingers arrived at her temple and she trembled beneath my fingers. I was losing control and knew that it was time to take the next step.

My hand fell from her face and in a flash, I gripped her arm and spun her around. She complied unwillingly and I smacked her ass. She moaned and turned her head backward to stare at me. I grabbed her ass from the black robe and shook it gently feeling the texture and softness of it.

In my pants, I could feel my boner bulge against my zipper, begging to be let free. I grabbed the ends of the black robe in disgust and peeled it off her body. The robe tore off her body and she moaned to that. I was staring at her back now and the lingerie never looked better in anyone other than her.

I grabbed her ass once more and spanked it. She moaned again. The evening sunlight was fading from the room and twilight was creeping in. I could feel the evening breeze wash into the room. This was going to be fun.

I reached closer to her, bringing my lips to her ear. She flinched as my lips touched them.

“Now. It’s time for your punishment,” I whispered into her ear.

I could see goosebumps erupt on the side of her arm. She wanted this even though she acted like she didn’t.

I pulled down my zipper bringing out my c**k. I smacked her ass one more time and bent her over with my other hand. She arched her waist a bit and before she could arrange herself properly, I drove my c**k into her.

She screamed and covered her mouth immediately with her palms as I stretched her walls. I felt nostalgic as I pushed in further. They felt just like they did yesterday, warm; tight, and wet.

I groaned and clenched my jaws as I began my thrusts. She arched her waist even further and I smirked at how slutty she was. I held both of her shoulders and rammed my c**k deeper into her. She let out a muffled scream as she felt my c**k poked the end of her walls.

My thrusts became deeper and I could feel her legs growing wobbly. My groin slapped against her ass with each thrust making a clapping sound. Her walls felt so good and it made me feel like I was drowning in an ocean of ecstasy. I didn’t want to be saved. I wanted to drown in her ocean for much longer.

I could feel her legs shaking and knew she was about to reach orgasm. Her body shuddered in excitement and used that opportunity to increase my thrusts. Her muffled screams became louder as the orgasm wracked her body. She expelled her juice on the tile as she crumbled to the floor.

I stepped backward and watched her lay on the floor out of breath and soaked in her squirt. My c**k was still hard and bold. I was losing patience as I waited for her to get up but she didn’t.

“Get up,” I finally ordered.

She struggled to get on her feet but crumbled to the ground again, soaking her hair in her squirt. I walked up to her impatiently and grabbed her by the hair pulling her to her feet.

She rose from the floor obediently and I walked her to the armchair which I had sat in. I made her kneel on the armchair before plunging my c**k deep into her walls again. Her body flinched as she accepted my c**k and she let out a subtle moan.

I smacked her ass which had become bruised by my hand as I increased my thrusts. She was moaning in the dimly lit room as I plunged my c**k deeper into her walls.

She was warmer and wetter now courtesy of her c*m. Our connection was slippery and I could feel a torrent slowly rise in me. It felt like a volcano ready to erupt. As I rammed in and out of her walls, I could feel her body trembling. She was about to have another round of orgasm.

I grabbed her hair and pulled it backward as my thrusts became more savage. I rammed my c**k in and out of her, smacking her ass on occasions as the torrent grew stronger. Her muscles spammed as she reached another round of orgasm and she spilled her juice on the armchair, wetting it with her squirt.

I didn’t have time to get mad at her because I was reaching climax. The volcano in me erupted and I pulled out just in time, spreading my seed on her spine.

I stepped away from her and she slumped onto the floor, breathing heavily. We were both covered in sweat, and I could see her big hazel eyes begging me.

But I didn’t heed it.

I grabbed her hair and slapped her on the cheek roughly. She grunted in pain.

“Open it,” I ordered.

She spread her mouth open and shoved my c**k deep into it. I grabbed her head and began thrusting deep into her mouth. I could hear her gagging, and her eyes getting watery as I buried my c**k down her throat. I could see her big hazel eyes glittering with tears and begging me to free her. But I couldn’t.

Her mouth was warm and slippery. They became foamy with her saliva which littered the floor beneath her. I pulled out of her mouth and she gasped for breath. When she had enough, I shoved deeper into her and continued f*****g her mouth until I climaxed in it.

I let her go after that and she slumped on the floor, laying in her squirt and saliva.

“Offense number three,” I said.

Her hazel eyes looked up to me, glittering with emotions, begging to be spared.

“Please,” she begged, her voice inaudible.

Feeling dirty and sticky, I stepped into the shower and took a long bath. When I came out, I found her still lying on the floor, her body leaking my semen. I felt disgusted by this.

“Amanda!” I called, voice thundering through the castle.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I was back in my clothes and I opened the door for her. The red-haired maid stepped in.

“You called me, your majesty,” she said.

I pointed at Lusia who was lying partially conscious on the tile.

“Clean her up, and take her to my playroom for her next round of punishment,” I ordered.

Amanda nodded and got to work.