Chapter 24 Annelise
ANNELISE
Islip through the menagerie’s shadows, my body trembling with a need so fierce it threatens to consume me.
The cold iron bars of Tarek’s cage glint in the torchlight, a cruel reminder of our captivity, but my heart hammers with defiance.
His dark eyes meet mine, blazing with a hunger that mirrors my own, igniting a fire in this filthy prison.
“This isn’t how it should be, Annelise,” Tarek rasps, his voice low and strained, his manticore strength barely leashed behind the chains.
“You don’t get to decide,” I snap, fumbling in my skirts for the stolen key, my fingers shaking with reckless desire. The lock clicks, and I slip inside his cage, the air electric with our shared rebellion.
“You think so, plaything?” Tarek says, stepping forward, his thick, heavy cock free now, pulsing with want. I shudder as my pussy grows slick with anticipation.
“You’re a mad beast,” I whisper.
Suddenly, his lips crash into mine—a hard, rough kiss that tastes of freedom and fury. His tongue claims mine in a clash of teeth and heat, my body pressing against his.
“Be my master, Tarek—make me your whore,” I purr, my eyes blazing with command, my voice dripping with need.
His growl is primal, his eyes darkening as he breaks free of one chain, his massive hands pulling me close. “On your knees, my dirty queen,” he snarls.
I kneel, opening my mouth wide to receive him. “Fuck my face until my eyes water, master,” I say, determined to prove I’m worthy of his cock in any way my king bids. His massive member slips into my mouth, filling my throat. Tears stream down my face as I gag and moan, owned by my king.
“Take it, whore—take my cock in your mouth,” he groans, thrusting harder. I weaken under his sheer power, but I take it—hard and deep, a beautiful, unrelenting act.
He withdraws, leaving my mouth empty, meaningless without him. He pulls me up, spinning me toward him for a kiss, but a kiss isn’t enough. I demand more.
“Put me over your knee—spank me red, king,” I beg.
“It’s only what a filthy manticore cock-sucker deserves,” he says.
A chorus of butterflies erupts inside me, and I swoon, but he catches me before I lose balance.
In an instant, I’m bent over his knee. My skirt hikes up slowly, revealing my pale skin inch by inch.
His hand rests on my ass, teasing, building anticipation as I whisper, “Make it hurt, master—own your whore.”
His first spank lands light, a sting that makes me gasp. “You’re my filthy queen, begging for pain,” he growls, his hand cracking harder, each slap echoing, my flesh warming. I arch, moaning.
“Harder, master—I’ve been bad, I let a monster lick my ass,” I cry out.
“And was that monster me?” he grunts, delivering a hard, fast slap to my ass.
He spanks faster, the slaps intensifying, my ass burning as I cry out.
“Your pussy’s dripping for me, whore,” he snarls, his fingers teasing my wet heat between strikes.
The last slap sends shocks through my body, his grip loosening.
Dizzy, I find myself on my feet, sensing him, smelling his musk, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
The beast lurks in the shadows, watching me.
I lower onto all fours, my breath quick, my pussy throbbing with the need to be violated. My skirt lifts, coming to rest over my head. His thick fingers grab my ass, one slipping inside me, and I gasp.
“I am yours,” I say through the fabric covering my head.
“I know,” he replies.
His thick cock stabs inside me, sending ripples through my body. I must take it, must take his cock. It drives deeper, each thrust shocking me to a higher plane of pleasure.
“Take it,” he orders, thrusting deeper.
“Destroy my little pussy, my beast,” I beg.
He grips my raised ass with his claws, plunging deeper until I’m completely full of him. But I want more.
“Twist my nipples—make me scream,” I beg, my body trembling as he complies, pinching until I wail. “Destroy my cunt, master—fuck your whore senseless.”
His cock slams into me from behind, hard and brutal, as I moan. The rough floor cuts into my knees, but it only heightens my pleasure.
“Take my cock, obey me!” he snarls, pounding relentlessly, his hand raining spanks on my raw ass. I meet each thrust, begging, “Fill me with your cum, beast king—claim your dirty queen!” I cry, matching his ferocity.
His roar shakes the cage, his release flooding me, hot and fierce, my pussy clenching him tight. I treasure his cum inside me, but as he takes me in his strong, protective arms, I still want more.
“Use my mouth again, beast king,” I whisper, touching my pussy. I feel him shift to straddle me, the terrifying girth of his cock pressing against my lips.