Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 76: Let Go

"I told you to stop!" She almost wailed. "Why?!"

It wouldn't have happened if he had listened to her. She was stunned by what had happened and confused by what her body was doing. The princess felt as if she had peed all over herself which was utterly humiliating, but then, it suddenly dawned on her––Rhaegar was silent; he did not take this chance to mock her!

"Why... Why aren't you saying anything?" She asked blankly.

The king remained silent for a few long moments before he finally let out a long exhale, his throaty voice sending goosebumps over Lorelai's skin. "Haaa..."

He was panting loudly, his face frowning as if he was mad. "You are... too tempting for me... so sensitive, so seductive..."

His big hands gripped the wooden frame of the headrest and he groaned as if he were in agony, trapping Lorelai between his huge, muscular arms, his forearms on either side of her face. Veins bulged under his tanned skin, muscles quivered, and in his grip, the wooden frame cracked, ready to break.

"Haa…I'm sorry…" he whispered, his voice a blend of suffering and distress. "I'm sorry, Lorelai…"

She did not expect an apology; in fact, she did not even know what he was apologizing for. Still, she took a deep, nervous breath as whatever was happening in Rhaegar's head at that moment, seemed potentially dangerous.

Something strange was also happening inside her, the tension in his voice transferring to her body and igniting her every sense. At first, she thought she had been imagining it, but now she was sure it was real.

"Rhaegar..." Now, she was truly scared, her voice shaking as she called his name. "What... what is happening?"

His manhood was swelling. Again. A lot. And she could not ignore it.

The princess could feel it growing inside her, stretching her walls.

The sensation was too overwhelming as the man throbbed and lurched inside her, pressing against the softest parts of her, pushing into her organs until she thought she was going to burst. The pain took her breath away, her inner walls stretching as if they were going to tear, and Lorelai could not help but scream in terror.

"Ah! Oh God..! It hurts..!"

Unfortunately, the king was deaf to her screams, his breath shallow, yet heavy.

His sharp teeth sank into the back of her neck as his erection moved in her like a serpent, and he emptied himself inside her. His hot, sticky cum coated her inner walls. He seemed determined not to let a drop escape, pushing even deeper, and Lorelai could feel him filling her to the brim.

It seemed inhuman; far beyond Lorelai's comprehension. She remembered Alim's warning and finally understood its meaning. Indeed, those were not just empty words.

She floundered, trying to move and shift and relieve the pain, but to no avail. The man was immovable. Blinking in horror, she tried to push him away, struggling against his powerful form.

"Ah! Rhaegar! Please..!"

Another important piece of information the princess though she had forgotten, suddenly resurfaced in her mind again. When dealing with the issue of the beast slaves, Lorelai learned exactly why male sex slaves were so desirable by many noble ladies.

'I heard that when beasts mate, their genitals swell while inside their partner to prevent them from escaping. Their animalistic nature takes charge and they become inseparable until their inner beast is finally satisfied. They can have sex all night long, without a break...'

Terrified at that thought, she tried to push him out of her body, pull away from him, but his manhood refused to budge.

"Please, take it out!" She screamed, sobbing, and finally shook him back to his senses. Rhaegar's body jerked as if he came out of a trance, his teeth releasing their hold on her neck.

"Lorelai..."

Taking her in his arms, he laid her on her side on the bed, and Lorelai sobbed like a child in his embrace.

"Why are you crying?" He asked in a genuinely worried tone. "Did I hurt you? Are you in pain?"

"Just take it out! Take it out of me! Now!"

"Lorelai, no!" He grabbed her face and cupped it gently in his palms. "I cannot pull it out right now, I will tear you! Just wait, give me some time, alright?"

Caressing her swollen lower belly, he hugged her and kissed her cheeks tenderly, his tongue gently licking the bite marks he had left on her neck as if he were trying to heal them.

"Just calm down and wait a little longer," he continued in a soothing voice. "I promise you, it will be alright."

"I cannot... I don't... I am not made for this much..! I am scared! I can't!"

He chuckled lightly, softly patting Lorelai on the head. "Don't worry, it's alright, princess. I stopped. I just.. need a little more time to calm down."

Lorelai wanted to ask what it meant but found herself unable to form a coherent sentence anymore.

She was sure he was lying, no matter how long they waited, his erection was not softening. It felt as if it would never end and she would be trapped like this, torturously impaled on him.

She was so shocked and overwhelmed that she could not stop squirming, struggling, trying to resist, her nails scratching his arms and thighs. Rhaegar's long legs intertwined with hers, pressing her down onto the bed, and she moaned, protesting.

"No, please... you promised..."

"Lorelai, stop moving, please. You are only making it worse."

Pinning her down firmly with the weight of his body, the man forced her to stop struggling. His skin was so hot, it was burning her, making her own temperature spike.

She went rigid as she felt something move in her, her limbs going limp as Rhaegar came again inside her. She could clearly feel the heat of the flood of semen, and she clutched at her stomach, wailing again.

"Ahh, no!"

It seemed that Rhaegar's orgasm continued after the princess frantically moved around his manhood.

He groaned and panted loudly and held her tighter, his hips shaking as if he could hardly stand the stimulation. Even that small movement made Lorelai convulse as his swollen member stretched her again, and her eyes rolled back in her head at the pain, the pleasure, and she squirted again.

Hot liquid gushed down her legs as her inner muscles spasmed again and again. Rhaegar must have found the sensations unbearable, every subsequent squeeze more euphoric than the previous one.

The continuous rubbing engulfed his manhood until he could not stand it any longer. He had to move. And thus, he began to thrust relentlessly into her again.

Lorelai tried to hold back, but every time the king rammed violently into her, more liquid burst out of her, spattering onto the already messy sheets. She was shattered, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, her lips opening and closing as she tried to breathe.

"Agh, ah…"

She sobbed and moaned, no longer in control of her own body.

She felt soaked all over with the blend of substances pouring into her and out of her.

Wild sensations never ceased, and the princess was so weak, she had no strength to do anything but yield to Rhaegar's power.

It was pain full of pleasure.

Lorelai had nothing left but the confusing mixture of those polar sensations, and Rhaegar was still hard, coming into her endlessly, flooding her with his fluids. Her consciousness sputtered, fluttering. She dimly heard his soft sigh as he covered her eyes with his hand, and her vision darkened completely as she fainted.