The Lycan Series
The Lycan King’s Breeder Chapter 16

Avalyn's POV

Through all the mess and chaos, my soft moans admitted the desire within that I refused to acknowledge -I wanted him. I didn't want to admit it but I did.

As I came down from the high that he created, he slowly kissed up my stomach, and for a moment I could have sworn I witnessed a small smirk crossing his lips. But as quickly as I had thought it was there, it had disappeared, and instead, his lips were pulled down into a small frown. Then, without warning, his hand slid down over my core. He wasted no time as he began stroking my wet folds, oversensitivity wracking at my brain. Slowly, he slid the tip of one finger into my entrance, his thumb rubbing my sensitive bud of nerves as he continued, slowly pushing in until his entire finger was buried in me.

I let out a small whimper at the invasive finger. It stung a bit, but then that faded away after a moment, just leaving the uncomfortable feeling of having something inserted into me. That was until he slowly started moving his finger in and out, poking gently at my inner walls. The feeling was incredible.

I tried so hard to control my moans but they just kept spilling out of my mouth. I felt the stretch sting a little more as he added a second finger, filling me even more. I shut my eyes tightly as he continued his ministration, adding yet another finger and stretching me even further.

A loud moan escaped my lips as his fingers grazed a spot inside of me, almost tipping me off the edge again. His fingers increased their pace, still grazing at that spot that made me see stars over and over.

I was so sure I was getting closer to having a second orgasm, with the way my legs were shivering and my back arching off the bed. But all of a sudden, he stopped his ministration, and slowly pulled out of me, making me feel so empty. His fingers glistered from my wet insides.

He glanced up at me, suddenly making me aware of my compromising position. I was laid on the bed, naked, legs spread as I moaned loudly, obviously enjoying the amount of pleasure I was deriving from this total stranger's mouth and tongue. My cheeks flushed as shame came over me again.

I shouldn't be enjoying this.

He didn't break eye contact as he lined up his thick erection with the folds of my wet s*x, slowly pressing against me, the filling sensation was new and invasive. My heart started racing and I took a long deep breath as I realized what was about to happen. He must have noticed my uncertainty, because he then said, "I'll be gentle." In a really soft voice.

He brought his other hand up my face and wiped at my cheek, I hadn't even noticed the fresh roll of tears that had started pouring from my eye.

Why was he being so sweet? He shouldn't be gentle... I shouldn't want this -I shouldn't... feel this way.

I was so wet for him, and never had my body wanted this... but yet it longed for his touch. I clenched the blanket underneath me and gave him a small nod. I watched as his eyes stared upon me, the darkness's of his pupils widening.

Slowly, he slid himself further into me and for one breathless second I thought, 'well this doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would....' But then my body registered the fact that what was being inserted into my entrance was far larger than Talon's three fingers, and my entire body tensed, making things worse. The fullness created pain, immense pain.

I gasped, my eyes squeezing tightly as I felt hot tears leaking down my face. It hurt more than I'd ever imagined, it felt like Talon was tearing me apart, ripping my skin.

He stilled partially and looked down with a painful expression on his face.

"I have to move, or the pain will last longer." He gritted out, surprising me.

I didn't want him to move, it hurt a lot... a whole lot. But I nodded anyway, he was being very patient with me and I didn't want to anger him.

A scream ripped through me as he slammed himself completely inside of me, tearing apart any trace of virginity I had left in me, tears spilling down my eyes. I held onto his biceps tightly and tried to adjust to his size. Then slowly but surely, he began to move, it hurt at first, but then I started to get used to it and it was mind-blowing.

I wanted more.

In an instant I moved my hips to match his own, causing his expression to morph into one of pleasure, the same pleasure that overtook my entire body as he thrust into me over and over.

He quickly pulled out of me leaving me feeling empty and spun me around, stomach flat on the bed. He then grabbed my waist and pulled my hips up in the air. Once I was on all fours, he brought my perky ass up to himself and shoved himself roughly back into me. I could feel the slight aggression he was holding back, he was trying so hard to be delicate with me. I wasn't sure what to expect from this position, but when he started to slam himself into me, over and over, I know why he wanted this.

The fullness was more intense than before and something strange started happening inside me. It caused a cry to leave my lips as I tried to pull away from him. However, his hands wrapped around my waist as he pulled me closer, holding me in place as he continued to slam himself into me.

He parted my legs a little wider, and the angle I was in allowed him to slide deeper inside me. I hadn't thought it possible but he did.

Faster and faster he slammed into me, over and over, until the pleasure of his drive was too much to handle. When he suddenly stilled and started releasing his seeds inside of me, it did something to me.

It felt like the word exploded around me. A cry of pleasure left my lips as my fingers gripped and clung to the blanket. His own fingers dug into my hips as a soft moan escaped from him too.

I wasn't sure how many times I would have to do this with him until I was pregnant, but I honestly wished I had this experience again.

He pulled out of me slowly and got off the bed.

I felt his seed drip down my legs as I tried to turn around. He stood still, staring intensely at me like he hadn't just been inside me a few seconds ago. His scrutiny washed away any post-orgasmic bliss I might have felt as shame coursed through my veins. There was something about the way he stood there staring at me that made me feel self-conscious and ashamed. His eyes were clearly judgemental as he stared at my naked and cum stained body up and down.

It felt degrading and horrible like I was a slut to him.

I watched him walk over to the chair on the side and took up a robe from the handle, I hadn't even noticed the maids from earlier drop a second robe. Slowly, he put it on, not once saying a word to me. When he was done covering up his nakedness, he walked towards the door, slid it open, and left.

He didn't look back at me or uttered a single word. He just left.

It was as if a spell had been broken. Immediately he shut the door, I fell back onto the bed as a sob wracked through my body. My shoulders shook intensely as I tried to will myself to breathe, but failed horribly.

Only when he had left me naked on the bed had the situation really dawned on me.

I felt so dirty.

I had lost my virginity to a man who didn't give a care about me, someone who only needed my body to produce him a child, and worst of all, someone who was married.

Shame and guilt filled my whole body.

Shame because I had enjoyed what he did to me, what we had done. I had allowed this man to defile me.

And guilt because I had enjoyed what he did to me knowing he had a wife. I was such a horrible person.

I felt so disgusting and disappointed with myself. I cried harder when I remembered how he'd looked at me before he left like I was just a job he had to do. I must have looked like a slut to him, a whore. Someone that had lost her value.

I didn't even bother to get up from the bed to go wash up in the bathroom. I just lay there, uncomfortable and ashamed as tears rolled down my eyes. The last thing I remembered before falling into an endless bout of darkness was bright stars twinkling in the night sky, lulling me to sleep.