Lycan King’s Nemesis

“That was the driest sex I have ever had.”

The mockery kept ringing through my head as I sat close to my mate the next day at the meeting, watching as one of the Lycan Alphas contributed to something they were deliberating on which I was apparently not interested in.

It is all I have been able to think of. My failure as a woman to please my husband. I thought that day I watched every teenage wolf in my pack shift while I couldn’t was the greatest embarrassment of my life, but yesternight, till now, each time my wandering eyes met Ashton, I feel myself turning red all over again in afresh fluster.

“Gwendolyn!”

I blinked severally as I came to, looking about until I faced Ashton who was observing me as though expecting me to say something. Did he say something?

I cleared my throat while I readjuested on the chair, striving to remain poised. “Y-yes?”

He nodded towards the others and at this point I realized the entire room has gone quiet. That was when slowly I twisted to face the large men, my mouth fell open. The entire room of powerful men eyes were pinned on me, waiting for me to answer a question I obviously didn’t hear.

I smiled. “Sorry, c-can you repeated your question?” I asked no one in particular.

They shared a look of incredulity, one that probably said, what kind of Queen drifts off in the middle of a deliberation? Well, this is me. The shunned Queen.

One of them, an orange-haired bald man, with a porcupine face-and when he opened his mouth I discovered a room of brown tobacco discoloured teeth. He said, “we merely desire to know when we should expect an heir from you, your highness.”

What! Seriously? I snapped my head towards Ashton. He allowed them to ask me such an abhorrent question. How am I supposed to answer that? It’s not like we have been actively fucking since our marriage nor I am some seer that could predict when I’m to fall pregnant.

I smiled. Once more. “Eh…” I was still looking at Ashton. And he was gaping back at me. “I will like to think that-that is left in the hands of the goddess to choose when to bless us with… a pup.”

“That is true,” the same man continued, “yet, as the woman, you are bound to know when to expect a pup. Here in our Kingdom, we look forward to having something to hold onto. Something only you the mother of the anticipated heir to the throne can give to_”

“I don’t fucken know!” I flared, smacking my right hand on the table. I blanched and took a deep breath. The room was dead silent as a graveyard. I took another breathe and slowly let it out to be followed by an apologetic beam. “I am-I am sorry for using such a tone with you. I am just… just upset that you will think I should know of something like that when my husband here_”

“That will be enough!” Ashton cut me off abruptly as he flashed me one of his warning glances. It was the type that told you to shut the fuck up or suffer the consequences later. If it was anything like last night, then I might be very willing to trod on his authority if only I get to be fucked in such a dehumanizing manner once again.

I bit down hard on my lower lip and looked down at my fingers on my lap. I tightened my legs as I felt wet under there merely by the reflection.

“Your majesty, the King, with the power vested in me, I will like to declare this meeting adjourned as it seems everybody is already past their cups and would like to retire for the day.” It was Williams speaking and his voice held a hint of consideration. “I will also like to apologize to the Queen on behalf of the council. Please, temper justice with mercy.”

I nodded sternly and gave him an agreeable smile. The little time I have spent in his presence, he seemed a level-headed type. Nothing like Ashton. I wonder how they are friends when they’re totally different.

Once the meeting was over, I was sprinting fast out of the room in the direction of the stairs- to escape my mate’s wrath- when a hand shut out through a door, grabbed my neck and ripped me into the room.

I was choking. I grabbed the hand and tapped continuously with gagging sounds emitting from my mouth. “L-let go!” The hand was holding my back to his rocky chest, but the scent didn’t escape me. “As-As-Ash-t-on, please-”

His chest vibrated as he rumbled in a thunderous tone. “You think you have the nerves to talk back at a member of my council, you filthy wench!”

“S-stop.”

“I will show you what is going to happen now…” He replaced his left hand that was grasping my neck with his right hand and then his leg kicked my legs apart as his left hand set to explore my private corners.

Corners I crave to be explored.

If only he knew.

Does he smell my wetness? Is he going to do what I think he is… arh! Fuck! His hand travelled down to seize the hem of my purple flare gown and roughly yanked it up until he was grazing the side of my vulva, then he shifted my thong and grabbed that very spot that was already swollen with need and he began rubbing it.

“You filthy whore…,” he slurred huskily in my ear. “I haven’t even touched you and you are already dripping all over yourself! Were you fantasising about this the whole time in there? Tell me, do you imagine me fucking your dirty little pussy with my fingers like this…” he plunged his middle finger in and commenced finger-fucking me in a manner that my core tightened into a painful bud I couldn’t hold back and shuddered in unexplainable euphoria.

His hand around my neck has loosened now and the point where my ass found his hip was so hard and swollen that I could feel him poke me and longed for nothing but to touch him back. To make him feel what I was feeling right now for him.

“For every sin you commit in this Kingdom, Little wolf, for every defiance from you, I shall make you pay tenfolds for it, you hear me?” I was close, so close, so so close that as his thumb mistakenly skimmed over my nub, I let go and fell forward with an audible cry, my hands grasping his and holding still as I rode out the storm that tried to overpower me.

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh, fucken yes….” I fell to my knees, accepting this new sensation with everything in me.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Face me, little wolf,” Ashton grabbed my hair roughly and pivoted me around until I was facing him-directly his cock. “Remove my trousers gradually and worship my cock like the submissive whore you are.”

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