Satisfying his beast desire:

Elena

“Please don't kill me, let me go” I cried but the loud growl from him kept me silent.

I could feel the warmth radiating from him, a clear sign that he was close.

His hot breath brushed against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. But yet igniting something deep in my body. His lowering frame crushed all over me as he held my back pressing it against his solid chest.

“Where do you think you are going little kitty?”he whispered in a husky, fierce voice.

*****

The King's hot breath on my neck and his warmth igniting something in me,my heart raced even more as I stood paralyzed.

I didn't like this, how my boy was reacting to his closeness.

“Can I really survive this?, I have heard a lot about the king being in heat,how primary maids couldn't withstand the pain that came with it,the uncontrollable desire that comes with it, What if he hurts?.

He shifted my neck aside, sniffing it deeply as if the scent was addictive,I could feel him letting out a satisfying and low growl.

“Strip yourself off and present yourself to me on the bed” he ordered in his thick voice making my nerves to me more tense.

Shutting my eyes really tight, and shaking my head repeatedly. “Please let me go” my voice came out like a broken wave.

But before I could utter another word, another growl followed,this one was so loud that it gave me goosebumps.

My legs were weak in fear,left with no choice I took a slow step towards him, remembering his cold eyes made me stumble as I was imagining what my fate could be.

Stretching my hand,I reached for the hem that held the gown as I loosened it, letting it slip down the floor as it showed my nakedness.

As I climbed the bed,I lay down on my back, parting my legs while using a pillow for support. A bitter sigh left my throat as I awaited my fate.

I whimpered as I noticed the bed sank beneath me,a clear sign that he was close,beads of sweat rushed down my face.

Thinking back,today was supposed to be the first day as the Luna of my pack but instead I was in the room of a merciless lycan king who is in heat.

I kept on failing as I was trying to prepare myself for what was about to happen.

Catching a glimpse of his figure while my breath caught in my throat as I felt his strong hands on my thighs parting my legs further away and lifting them up.

He was terrifying, magnificent and looked like someone that is being controlled by the heat. His muscles ripped,his full powers in display.

His hands left my thighs and reached for my hands that were clutching tightly to the bedsheets.

He folded them behind my back and pressed my chest into the bed,my back arched, ready for satisfaction.

Feeling his cock around my lower frame ,firm, hard and ready, its tip touched me as it prompted me to snap my eyes wide open.

He was huge ,far larger than Femi, and I thought my body could take him.

He plunged into me, as I let out a very loud scream trying to pull away, but his hands that pinned my hands behind held it down firmly.

A warning growl tore from his throat as he pulled out and slammed back in with full force,more brutal than the first thrust.

My screaming pierced through the whole building, my face was buried in the sheet, I couldn't move, paralyzed that the king might kill me.

“Please stooo…p, you are hurting me”!!!.

His grip on my butt tightened as he pulled out again, then slammed it back,deeper this time. His pace was ruthless.

My head spun as pain shot through my entire body. He kept thrusting hard, each throat making me scream high. Tears welled up my eyes as it streamed down my face freely.

My hatred for Femi and those that betrayed me grew stronger, because they were the sole cause of this.

I can't give up like this, I can't die, not here, not tomorrow. Not without destroying every single person that has caused me pain.

He pulled out completely, breathing out as a sign of relief, but he disappointed me by thrusting in hard, hitting the depths part of me as I gasped.

I felt like he could split me into two, if he kept going with such pace, and yet this time it felt different. My body reacted, heating up. My wet core throbbed, tightening up around his member.

My body was sending a fleeting message but I didn't like it. I didn't know what was happening.

Could it be that I'm aroused?

There is no way it will be possible, am I mistaken? How can I be feeling horny when I am supposed to be irritated?

When the king buried his nose in neck, his breathing hot against my skin, my thoughts were scattered.

The hand that had pinned me to the bed,now rested on my neck,his grip firm as he continued pounding in.

*****

Sarah

Stepping into the warm chamber, decorated with glittering and glowing gold.

My gaze settled on Lady Brenda, who was overlooking the kingdom through the window.

Her presence commanded power and authority as she was cladded in a gown of rich lace and adorned with unique embroidery, her features were the very definition of beauty.

Lady Brenda, the daughter of one of the strongest alpha, was chosen to be the future Luna of the Great Damascus.

“Your majesty” I greeted her with a curt bow, my voice filled with respect.

Lady Brenda glanced over her shoulder, her expression unreadable. “Has my king's heat began?”, she asked.

“Yes,your Majesty” I responded, my head still lowered down.

Even though Lady Brenda was the chosen future Luna, she had not been able to handle King Donald heat. Tales had mentioned that he was falling into a fatal state due to his lack of a mate.

After many decades of searching for his make, king Donald was beginning to lose himself making his heat dangerous and deadly.

With the thought of choosing a mate instead, he chooses lady Brenda as his betrothed, yet she couldn't handle him during his heat and he couldn't recognize her either.

Every slave that had been with him, had always been found dead the next day.

Lady Brenda hated the fact that the king always turns to a beast during his heat, and she wouldn't be able to tame him.

The thought of each slave dying always brought a satisfying smile to her face, always saying that it's the price they pay for always driving her mad with jealousy.

“And the other three slaves” she asked, sometimes it takes two to three slaves to satisfy the king's heat.

“They are ready my lady”. I replied. But even the strongest among them cannot last long. His Majesty's heat grows more intense with each passing month.

Lady Brenda sighed out loud as she brushed her fingers were brushing against the cold stone of the window.

Even as she has been bounded to the king for months now, yet there was no improvement as the King kept falling into his fatal state.

“Am supposed to be with him, not them” she mumbled to herself, always like this whenever the king is in heat. Jealousy, impatience, anxiety and anger, are the emotions that always swirl around her.

There was only one way she could calm down.

She spun around, leaving her room and finding her way to the king chamber.

The painful screams of the slaves with her love always seems to calm her.

She would smile while hearing their agonizing scream echoed through the walls, each cry reminding her of the bond she has with the king. It was the only thing that brought joy to her heart, their agony.

Watching the slaves who took over her place, broken and torn apart. Their lives snuffed out by The King's uncontrollable desire, gave her solace.

However as lady Brenda approached the king chamber,her excitement quickly faded. She halted in her tracks, confusion flashing across her beautiful features.

The sounds coming out from the chamber in front of her were unmistakable. Or could it be that we came to the wrong chamber.

Hell no!! We're in the right place.

The slave with king Donald, her beloved, was not screaming in pain but rather was screaming for more.