The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 55: Chapter 55

A few minutes later, Nadia stepped into the room, her gaze lowered, heart pounding as she fidgeted with her thin dress. Her breath heavy and fast
Toran approached her slowly, deliberately. Nadia forced herself not to move until he reached her.
“Look at me.” He reached for her chin, forcing it up so she met his gaze. His eyes held no emotion as they locked onto hers, fear swirling in her own.
“You're not endowed enough. I like endowed women,” Toran said, trailing his fingers from her lips down to her chest. “I like them with large breasts,” he muttered, touching her small chest and suddenly squeezing hard. She winced aloud.
“Oops. Does that hurt?” he asked tauntinly, squeezing it harder. Pain shot through her system.
She winced, holding her breath.
He reached for her backside, squeezing them. “Hmm, not bad… but not enough,” he whispered, then slid his hand under her thin dress, reaching for her most intimate part and shoving a finger in instantly.
Nadia screamed, but she clamped a hand over her mouth, enduring her pain.
“That was way too tight. Are you a fucking virgin?” he asked, shoving another finger in, making her writhe and shriek. He snorted amusingly. “You've not even been touched? How did you manage that? Tsk… perhaps it's because you're unattractive. Ugly.”
Nadia quickly blurted, “I swear, Master, I didn't tell the king anything about the slave who survived! I kept my mouth shut the whole time!”
She knew this was why he wanted her as his slave. “Please, Master, I'll keep quiet.”
“I never asked you, did I?” Then he slapped her hard, the impact sending her to the floor, her lip bleeding.
“Rule number one: Always answer only the question your master asks. Now get up.”
Nadia scrambled onto her feet—only to get hit again. Her vision blurred.
“Also, I don’t give a fuck about your explanation,” Toran said. “Get up.”
“Master, please,” she cried from the floor.
Toran scoffed, and with a growl, he kicked her against the floor. Again. And again.
Nadia cried as his hits rained over her, one after another.
“Why!” Kick. “The fuck!” Kick. “Did!” Kick. “She!” kick. “Survive?!”
When Nadia thought she might pass out, he stopped hitting her. Toran stared at her bruised body, feeling oddly satisfied by her vulnerable, bloody state.
“You know what?" He sniffed. "You will do me a favor, ugly. Since you must have had interactions with the king’s slave, I believe you can get closer to her before I come back. Right?”
Nadia sobbed painfully on the floor. “Yes, Master.”
Toran stripped himself naked, his manhood already erect. He crouched to pick Nadia up, throwing her onto the bed, positioning her on all fours, and tearing her fabric away, revealing her naked frame.
“No, please!… Ahhhh!!!!” Nadia screamed as Toran pierced one clawed thumb into her back, pinning her down.
“The more you scream, the more brutal I take you,” Toran warned dangerously, then plunged his whole length into her.
Nadia’s high-pitched scream echoed off the walls.
“Brutal,” Toran licked his lips dangerously, beginning to take her fast, her screams rising with each thrust.
Nadia shrieked, tears pooling on her face.
“Have mercy!!!”
•••••••••
Arianna shifted uneasily in her sleep, her eyes squeezing tightly.
She was having a dream.
She stood in a realm where her wolf, Lily, was supposed to be—in the low, shallow water that barely covered her feet.
Her lips remained shut, her heart pounding hard as sweat dripped down her body. She wasn't alone.
She could feel the magnificent presence behind her.
The low sneer was beginning to grow louder. It was a deep, vibrating, bone-chilling sound, one that echoed in the endless expanse.
Arianna had tried her best to accept the fact that Lily was gone, but it was futile. Deep down she'd hope to see her wolf again. An Alpha wolf doesn't take this long in hibernation.
Gritting her teeth, Arianna clenched her fists. She summoned her courage and turned slowly to face the beast that now lingered within her.
Her eyes met a pair of large, glowing red eyes. Its massive figure was concealed in darkness, watching her—curious, just as she was.
What was it? What kind of creature was this?
As if hearing her thoughts, the creature shifted. A mighty hand, covered in gleaming silver scales, emerged from the shadows. The sight of its razor-sharp claws made Arianna instinctively take a step back, fear creeping into her system.
The glowing red eyes narrowed at her movement. Its massive head inched closer, nostrils flaring as thick smoke curled from them.
Then, she saw its teeth—long, jagged fangs standing firm and sharp within its maw.
A dragon.
Nothing had ever terrified her this way. Even in the dark, she could tell it was huge. Terrifying. Even without seeing its full form—just its head and one leg—it was magnificent.
Arianna’s heart raced harder. Every instinct in her told her to run. She stumbled, her feets slipping in the shallow water as she collapsed.
“Stay away!” she blurted and the beats movement halted.
Her words seemed to anger it even more. Its eyes blazed, and it let out a loud roar.
•••••••••••••
“My lady! My lady!”
A panicked voice snapped Arianna out of her sleep. A maid hovered over her, a worried look on her face.
“My lady, are you alright?” she asked in a calm voice, edged with concern.
Arianna couldn’t reply. She was struggling to catch her breath, her lips parted slightly as sweat dripped down her entire body, soaking the fabric that clung to her.
She replayed the dream in her head over and over, her eyes flicking to the left side of her chest and her hand reached for it holding tight.
She saw the beast inside her.
It was a fucking dragon.
There was a dragon inside her.