Page 131 of Plug and Tame

He’s urging me to fight, she realised dimly. To not give up. Oh, Nathaniel, I’m trying. The magic around her was as difficult to capture as sunlight in water, the golden rays promising but elusive.

“We will proceed with the wedding shortly,” Henrikk announced, “But I think we shall delay my son’s coronation until the morning.” She felt his breath on her neck. “Because we’re having too much fun, aren’t we, slut?”

Kira had no words of reply. She was barely conscious as the middle-aged vampire who was her senior by thirty-two years fucked her, forcing himself on her as if she was nothing, the audience cheering him on.

“You are weak, and pathetic,” Henrikk said, “And far from the prettiest wolf I’ve had the pleasure of using. In truth, I was disappointed when I first laid eyes on you. But at least your cunt was satisfactory.”

She barely heard him.

She wasn’t even there.

She was floating in her magic, her body almost pain-free as it carried her along a gentle river.

Henrikk groaned louder, gripped her tighter, and slammed into her over and over again.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

It was the sound she heard as he took her with rough thrusts, his heavy cock pushing and stretching her repeatedly.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

And faster.

Smack-smack-smack-smack-smack—

His massive cock stretched her for miles, the bulbous head pounding her where it hurt, his hard body claiming her as he reached his climax.

He roared as he came, the sound just as barbaric as his final thrusts were, his hardened cock lengthening as he spurted thick jets of cum inside her.

He’s filling me, she realised, her chest tightening as her skin crawled with disgust. She could feel the swell of fluid surging deep in her ass, and she was powerless to do anything but grip the throne’s armrest and take it as he tore her apart. Henrikk’s seed coated her insides, hot and creamy, marking her and tainting her as he delivered wet stroke after wet stroke.

And he wasn’t finished. There was more—much more. Another spurt, another load, and he pumped back and forth until his cum filled her ass.

“You’re mine, Kira,” Henrikk said. “My filthy whore.”

His movements slowed, and then stopped, but he held her there, keeping her on display for the audience’s benefit. She could feel his cum leaking out of her ass, trailing down her legs and dripping audibly on the tiles in gentle pitter-patters.

“There,” Henrikk pronounced. “Full, like the slut you are.”

The river of magic flowed faster carrying her faster towards a raging waterfall. Kira’s head lolled, and as she went over the waterfall. She was vaguely aware of Henrikk giving a speech while he was still sheathed in her ass.

She plunged into the deep pool of water below, letting go of all thought and feeling as blue and gold magic washed over her. It was refreshing, the rippling energy sweeping her up and jolting her back to life.

Suddenly, she was hyper aware of every detail in the room. The faces of the nobles gathered at the foot of the dais, the sea of unsympathetic faces beyond. The guards assembled on either side of the dais and throughout the hall. Gloria, standing awkwardly to the side like an actress waiting to be called upon the stage. The way Henrikk’s cock twitched in her tight rear as he called a toast in honour of his son’s wedding day. The clink of many glasses.

And Nathaniel himself. Every cut, every bruise she would remember. His eyes were sad and livid, full of apology and regret. His tortured expression hurt her more than anything Henrikk had done to her, and she seized the pain and anger that had built inside her, wrapping it in vibrant magic.

Kira’s power exploded outward, the invisible streams of magic reaching for every single person’s mind in the room.

Everyone except for Henrikk’s.

She could not bear to feel his condescending thoughts any more than he’d already subjected her to. She would deal with him another way.

With her magic wrapped around the minds of the room’s guests and Henrikk still inside her, she morphed.

Chapter 42

Finale