Page 130 of Plug and Tame

“I wiped your juices off,” Henrikk said, as if reading her mind. “Let us see if you have trouble feeling my cock now, slut.”

He gave her no more warning than that before he thrust.

Pain ripped through her as he forced himself into her ass. There was no stifling her scream now as his unlubricated length dragged her insides. His low hiss betrayed his own discomfort as he struggled to get his cock deeper, but if it was uncomfortable for him, it was hell for her.

She clawed at the smooth floorboards, the pain driving all other feelings from her until her vision turned blinding white. In that agonising emptiness, she found it. A glimmer of her magic in the distance. She reached for it, cursing as it slipped through her fingers.

So close.

Henrikk heaved a heavy grunt as he succeeded in embedding half his length into her. “Feel that now, slut?”

He leant close, and Kira dropped her head so he wouldn’t see her anguish.

“Not…yet,” she growled.

Henrikk drove his thick cock in another inch, causing her core to flare in protest. “How about now?”

Another wisp of magic appeared in the realm of her mind. She grasped it, but it was feeble, disintegrating between her fingers.

“Not…yet,” she repeated, choking back a sob.

Henrikk pushed, his hard body invading her more.

Please, let it stop.

“How. About. Now?”

Kira drew a ragged breath, her answer dying on her lips.

“Well?” Henrikk gloated. “Have you had enough?”

The dry friction of his cock burnt her anal cavity, which was raw and tender from the silver plug. She couldn’t take any more, and the wisps of magic drifting around her simply weren’t enough to do anything with. She bowed her head until her forehead hit the floor. “Yes, sir.”

Henrikk did not relent, and he drove the final inches of his cock deeper anyway, ripping the last of her composure to pieces.

Her mind spun, and her body was a clammy, trembling, numb mess. She hardly heard the King as he addressed his guards, and she caught a brief glimpse of Nathaniel, slumped but conscious in the guards’ hold.

“Watch as I ruin her, boys,” Henrikk announced. “This is how you fuck a wolf. With authority, and with a firm hand.”

He slapped her ass. “With intention.”

He slapped her again. “It is our right as the superior race.”

Kira braced for another spank, but it didn’t come. Instead, he stroked her hair, his touch so gentle it momentarily reminded her of Nathaniel.

She couldn’t help it—she burst into tears.

“Don’t cry,” Henrikk said softly. “I intend to fill you many times in these coming years…beginning now.”

Keeping his cock wedged in her ass, he lifted her with surprising strength and carried her up the dais steps. There, he set her down beside the throne, and with his cock still inside her, he commanded her to grasp the padded armrest. Her legs were shaky as she stood, half bent over the throne, her fingers splayed across the rich velvet as Henrikk began to move lazily in and out of her ass. Every grating movement burnt.

“This is where I will finish,” he said, gripping her hips as he increased his pace, “With you bent over the throne before the court.” His panting grew louder, his cock a terrible thing as it destroyed her from the inside out.

Kira couldn’t stay quiet anymore, her wails of protest growing louder with each punishing thrust as pain and magic blossomed, clinging together so she couldn’t tell which was which.

“Watch as I fill her, Nathaniel,” Henrikk called. “Hear how she screams. Did she ever make this noise for you? Not like this, I’ll wager.”

Nathaniel roared against his gag, but his gaze wasn’t fixed on his father. He was looking at her.