Offered to the lycan Kings

Chapter 27

As the hours ticked away, Elena could feel the kings engaging in a mind game,
attempting to make her anxious and dreading the impending consequences. She
couldn't deny that their strategy was somewhat effective; the uncertainty and persistent
anticipation ate away at her peace of mind. Abruptly, the door swung open, and the two
kings entered the room, wearing smirks on their faces. Their presence injected a blend
of fear and curiosity into Elena. She understood that what lay ahead wouldn't be
pleasant, yet the unpredictable nature of the kings made her ponder the twists their
desires might take.
"Are you prepared for your penalty, little one?" they taunted, casting hungry glances at her
way, their tongues darting out to moisten their lips. A shiver ran down Elena's spine, a
mix of anxiety and an undeniable attraction simmering beneath the surface. She
couldn't help but speculate about the form this punishment would assume and how she
would endure it. The kings wasted no time, delivering a direct command with
authoritative voices that brooked no hesitation or defiance.
"On the bed now," they ordered sternly, their presence dominating the space. Elena
recognized she had no choice but to comply. Her heart raced as she swiftly moved to
the bed, apprehension growing with each passing moment.
"Undress," they commanded, their voices allowing no disobedience. Elena hesitated
briefly, but the intensity of their gazes compelled her to comply. She began removing
her clothes, piece by piece, under their watchful eyes.
"Get on your hands and knees, butt in the air," they ordered with authority. Now fully
undressed, Elena felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She assumed the position
they demanded, her body trembling as she awaited what would come next, her heart
torn between fear and an odd, undeniable arousal. The room was filled with the intoxicating
scent of Elena's arousal, a potent aphrodisiac that only fueled the king's desire further.
Their growls reverberated through the air as they advanced, their predatory instincts
taking over.
With calculated, deliberate steps, they approached Elena, their eyes locked on her
vulnerable form. The combination of fear and arousal was a heady mix, and they
couldn't resist its allure. As they reached her, their hands, rough and demanding,
caressed her trembling flesh, sending shivers down her spine.
Elena's breath caught, her body responding to their touch amidst her inner turmoil.
Caught between fear and an undeniable attraction to the kings, she faced not just a
physical ordeal but a psychological test of limits and submission to their dominance.
Alaric, the ever-silent king, delivered a sharp smack to her, prompting a yelp from Elena
as his fingers edged close to her. Tensions rose as Dreagan wasted no time, positioning
himself by Elena's lips, instructing her to comply.
In contrast, Alaric, with his now-free cock, aimed for her back entrance. Elena tensed,
uncertain of Alaric's intentions. As he slowly pushed in, she released Dreagan's cock with
a whimper. Please escaped her lips, but Alaric, locking eyes with her, insisted she endures.
The rhythmic motion began, chains around her legs dancing, while Dreagan rejoined the
intense scenario.
Elena found herself trapped between two kings, subject to their dominance. The climax
roared, her body trembling as Alaric's cock pulsed within her and Dragan's release
descended her throat. Exhaustion overwhelmed her, yet the kings declared,
"We're not through with you yet." Dreagan took Alaric's place, aligning with her pussy
for another round, thrusting brutally as Elena's moans resonated throughout the castle.
Lycan instincts surfaced, her claws shredding the bed in response to the overwhelming
pleasure.
As the kings relentlessly continued, Elena, too exhausted to resist, succumbed to sleep
instantly.
Now, as Elena lay there, completely drained from the intense encounter, exhaustion
consumed her like a tidal wave. Unable to keep her eyes open, every inch of her body
ached. With a contented sigh, she fell into a deep sleep. Meanwhile, the kings observed,
their fierce and possessive hearts swelling with satisfaction. Cum dripped from every
orifice and Elena's Lycan growled softly in acknowledgment. Her slumber marked a
moment of vulnerability, a surrender to the intricate web of desire, dominance, and
destiny binding her to the ruthless kings.