Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 29

I was forced to lie there, completely naked while he sat on me, my arms were unable to move, my legs were kicking out but had no affect on his advances, my eyes were stinging as I tried to keep my tears from falling and my scratched back and punctured side radiated pain. I was completely vulnerable and weak.

“Argh!” I cried as a finger was roughly inserted into my sex, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. It scared me so much, but realization crashed over me like a shit ton of bricks. He was right, I was his to do with as he pleased, “Don’t… my voice came out as a whisper, when his finger left my core.

“Shhh, I promise my queen, you’ll enjoy this as much as I will.” He was sporting a raging b**r that caused more terror to shoot through me. He was *g big, and I know for a fact that shit is going to hurt like hell if I don’t get away.

He stroked his length a few times, while still holding my wrists down, to get himself ready for his onslaught. I then felt him lining himself up to my ent My head shook as I squirmed more ferociously, that made it worse, using his free hand he grabbed hold of mi and aggressively forced me to look at him. Before I had time to do anything he

my dry center causing a torture filled shriek to fill the

roughly and deeply he rocked moaning and groaning In pleasure. At some point his lips found my nipples and he began alternating between sucking each one. I’m already close!” I suddenly felt his d**k leave me completely and a sigh of relief washed over my sweaty

was now embedded into the dirt below and I finally allowed my tears to fall. Once again, he slammed into me without

minutes. His movements increased before he stayed deep inside me, a loud grunt left his mouth as I felt myself being filled up.

“Shh, I know, pleasure can be overwhelming.” I was so tired and broken that I just curled up into a ball facing away from the king. I felt like death, my body was screaming in pure agony, and silent tears streamed from my eyes. I tensed up immediately when I felt the kings arm flop over my waist. He pulled my naked form into his chest and began cuddling me. His fingers gently

out, my voice deadpan, and my tone broken. By this point I didn’t care what he could do, I hated him so much. Since the new world began, we’ve only been taught one thing

it’s like this man has zero emotions at all. He’s a literal psychopath. I thought hearing your supposed mate say those words was supposed to be