The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate

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09:52 Tue, Nov 19 B GG.

Surely, I've misheard. But, no, Caleb spoke very clearly, and he wouldn't say something like that for the hell of it.

For him to announce that to me, he means it. He genuinely intends to make me part of his harem.

"I don't understand." I admit. "Before all this, you sent me to the coliseum... now you want me to part of your harem?"

As a member of the harem, I would still be a prisoner, but it would be a gilded cage filled with silks and fineries. As Veronica has already proven, the other harem members could be dangerous, but even so, it wasn't like the certainty of facing wild, hungry animals and knowing I'm about to die.

"Did you wish to refuse?" Caleb asks. Where brightness sparked in his voice before, now he seemed annoyed. Likely he

honor. expected me to be ecstatic by this new outcome. Perhaps, to most, becoming a harem member might even be a great

After all, so many women are sent to him regularly to honor him. Being accepted into the harem is the ultimate goal. Rejection is considered failure.

But that's not the kind of life I want for myself. I don't care how good as sex he is, I have my own aspirations in life than lying on my back with my legs spread open all the time.

Does he not understand that the only thing that would truly please me is my freedom?

He scoffs at my hesitation. "Look around. See the finery with your own eyes. See all that I have to offer you."

I suppose I don't have a choice in the matter. If Caleb wants me in his harem, that's where I'll be. And I guess anything better than the coliseum, or the dungeon.

Or death..

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Listening to his command, I turn toward the closets and pull them open. Inside are thousands of the most luxurious, expensive, elaborate dresses I have ever seen in my life. Fabrics, silks, satins, and lace in every color. Gemstones, diamonds,, glitter, Everything sparkles, I'm not sure where to place my gaze

Feeling overwhelmed, I stumble back slightly straight into a hard wall of a chest behind me. I didn't realize Caleb had gotten so close.

"See anything you like?" he asks, his voice a low rumble in my ear.

"There's so many, I don't even know where to start." I admit

Caleb hums. Then, he places his hands on my hips. As my back is to him, I only really see his fingers as they curl possessively around my hipbone.

"You should start by taking this off." He tucks his hands under the front of my shirt, then slowly starts lifting it up and up. Raising my arms, I allow him to lift the scrub top up and over my shoulders before he tosses it onto the floor.

In the hospital. I didn't have need for a bra, so I'm not wearing one now.

Caleb immediately cups his hands over my bare breasts, massaging gently.

My eyelids fluttering, I lean back further against his chest, supporting myself against his torso while he plucks and teases my nipples.

"Your pants, next,"

he says, his voice even lower than before.

I start to reach my hands up to my waist, but he moves quicker, releasing my breasts to grab the waistband of my hands. He starts to lower it. When the pants are at my thighs, he leans back moment, as if finally realizing I'm also not wearing any 09:52 Tue, Nov 19 B GD

panties.

The panties I wore in the coliseum were likely destroyed, and even after being given scrubs, I was never given any replacement underwear.

Caleb turns me around to face him. Then, surprising me, he drops to his knees. I hold onto his shoulders as he continues to tug the pants down. When they are at my ankles, he touches one of my feet, and then the other, for me to lift and step through. Once the pants are free, Caleb tosses those away. On his knees, he lets his eyes drag up and up my body. I feel the weight of his gaze like a caress over my skin.

His hands follow the path of my gaze, tracing up from my ankles to my knees, then dip between my thighs. His forefinger rubs along my entrance, just as his thumb brushes my clit.

I gasp as I toppled forward, putting more weight on his shoulders.

"Lay down." he says. "Let me see you."

Slowly, I try to ease myself down. It goes smoother once he moves his hands to my hips and carries a lot of the weight.

He lowers me down onto one of the plush rugs. My legs spread out on either side of him on his knees.

I expect immediate attention to my pussy, so it surprises me when he inspects my healing wounds first. The heat remains in his eyes even as his expression tightens.

I don't

hit look on his face, the way he seems pulled away from this moment and back to what happened. If 1 follow,

then I will never be able to relax fully for what I'm certain is about to happen after this moment.

If Caleb gets angry, he'll get rough

Sex is coming either way,

I want him to be gentle and soft, so that I can feel pleasure too.

"Perhaps we should start with panties," I say, trying to drag him back to this moment. "Should I wear lace?"

He glances down to my pussy. I can only imagine what he sees. It must be glistening, wet for him. I can't help myself, with the promises this position brings. My body reacts on its own.

"You'll have no need for panties," Caleb growls. "They'll only be ruined anyway"

"Oh?" I can see my plan is working, so I play dumb.

He returns his fingers back to my folds and starts to slide two inside of me.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I throw my head back, enjoying the stretch

"I will have you ready and wet for me, just like this, at my command, do you understand?" he says. With his free hand, he unbuttons his pants and slides down the zipper. His dick immediately springs free, already rock hard. "Panties will only get in the way of what's mine."

He slides his fingers out, then lines himself up with my entrance

I claw at the plush carpet, bracing myself for the plunge of his dick inside of me. Once he gets to this state, he's usually like an animal, taking and taking without care of me. It's sheer luck that I end up enjoying it.

This time, however, strangely, he slides in slowly, as if giving my tired, wounded body time to adjust.

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09:52 Tue, Nov 19 GGG.

It's odd enough for me to peek my eyes open just enough to watch him through my eyelashes. His focus is entirely on my face. Is he watching for any signs of discomfort?

Just to test, I wince. He immediately stops.

What the hell?

When I relax my face again, he continues forward. This time he makes it all the way to the hilt.

"You're going to live on my dick," he threatens. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, so often, my dick is all you are going to be able to think about."

Despite his crass words, when he starts to move, he makes gentle rocking motions. He holds up my hips, spreading my thighs, and does all the workOwned by NôvelDrama.Org.

His eyes stay on my face.

"You are such a slut of my dick already," Caleb says, the words rumbly and low in his throat. "We should have started like this. Soon, you'll be so drunk for my cock, you'll tell me whatever I want just so you can get fucked again." His ministrations might be slow and gentle, but they are also deliberate. It's bliss-filled torture as he aims and hits my g-spot with every forward motion

"My slut. My whore," he growls, all while treating me like someone fragile.

Someone special