Fated and Chained to the Beastly Alpha King

CALYRA VEYNE

The clank of the gates closing was accompanied by a deep, guttural growl and unnatural noise, which disturbed Calyra's sleep. As she squinted her eyes open, she felt like she was engulfed in darkness with a blurry, crimson pair of eyes prowling towards her from the deepest part of the cell.

Her body still wracking with pain, as she decided to move her body, she winced in pain as she shut her eyes again, and her blurry vision cleared up. She could see the mighty giant figure with a crimson burning pair of eyes.

Prowling slowly, growling unnaturally, her heart beating outside her chest as she ran so fast towards the iron gate without thinking twice,

Her shivering hands slammed the iron gate, but it was too ironclad to even shift. Her weak hands started to bleed from the pain, but this pain; she couldn't feel at the moment. By this time the giant beast had gotten close to her; two sudden candlelights were lit up outside the gate, and Calyra could see a faint image of this towering beast.

She turned, shouting to whoever or whatever had lit the candlelights, "Who is there, please! Someone help me! The beast has gone mad!" Calyra panicked, but she turned to face the beast, her back clammed against the gate like she could break it with her buttocks. Staring at the beast was terrifying.

The bound Alpha King, who was the most handsome-looking man she's ever seen despite his muzzles and injury some hours ago, is now towering in his beast form.

He stood nearly seven feet tall, its massive shoulders hunched beneath a coat of matted, dark-gray fur, soaked at the edges with sweat.

Thick claws curved from its fingers, razor-sharp and twitching with anticipation.

Its snout was elongated and twitching, nostrils flaring as it moved and inhaled her scent, its snout digging into her neck, and her body froze, her soul disappearing from her body.

Its lips curled back to reveal long, white fangs, a barbed, fleshy, hard tongue sticking and licking her skin whilst brushing red streak marks on her body; she was too frightened to even think straight.

The deep, rhythmic growl vibrating from its chest never ceased; it was constant, so alive, like a warning and a promise.

But it was the creature's eyes that rooted Calyra in paralyzing terror, glowing crimson, burning with hunger.

Perhaps for her blood? Or for a mount?

Between its muscular thighs, unmistakable and monstrous, jutted a thick, huge, fat red phallus; erect, pointed, veined with black lines like it pulsed with its own will.

It stood hard against the fur of its lower belly, obscene in its length and shape, glistening and dripping at the tip with precum, so ready to mount her, her eyes wide open, remembering what Varos had told her to submit herself bare for his beast or it'd devour her.

But how could her sex fit this monstrosity that was his phallus?

The beast still seemed engrossed with anger, its snout pressed on her neck hot, heavy, and reeking of primal lust.

Its snorts grew louder, more frantic, as its snout pressed into the side of her throat, right where Therion had bitten her. The mark was still fresh, aching beneath the skin, but the beast seemed enraged by it. Possessive and Disgusted.

The creature's tongue, long, thick, and barbed; dragged wetly across the mark. The sensation wasn't a lick. It was an act of erasure.

Each stroke of that spined tongue scraped the flesh, not gently, not sensually, but like it was trying to strip her clean of someone else's claim.

The barbs tugged at skin, tearing it open in tiny, burning lashes. Blood welled. Calyra whimpered, her body locking in shock as the pain bloomed sharp across her neck.

He licked over the mark again and again until the skin was raw, the wound fresh, bleeding under its assault.

But then something aroused within her; this assault turned to a burning heat sensation within her. It was hot, it was hormonal, her cunt soaked with slick wetness, and her nipples peaked hard in response to his tongue licking her neck. She was horny.

Not ordinarily horny, it felt like a sexual gland within her had turned rebellious. It yearned, yearning for a pounding, with a raw, primal urgency, for a hard relentless fucking.

Her vagina clenched, convulsing around nothing, breathing with every beat of her heart like it had a will of its own, hungry and alive.

She slammed her thighs shut, closing the slippery grip of her walls, the only act of defiance she could still manage, trying to trap the fire, to contain the madness threatening to swallow her whole,

But the ache only worsened, throbbing against her resistance, pulsing like a second heartbeat between the hot slick seam between her legs.

But the beast knew it; she was resisting, deliberately closing her hungry flesh for him. He growled and grunted angrily whilst clawing at the iron gate, like he would claw at her next if she didn't submit and bare herself to him.

"You just can't fit, please! Your phallus is too.

"Your phallus is too big," Calyra whimpered, hoping the beast could hear her, but the beast was aggressive, possessive and persistent.

The beast's shaft, so thick and red like seared flesh, jutted forward with animalistic urgency. It wasn't smooth like a man's own, no. It was bigger, textured, veined with swollen ridges, and glistening at the pink tip with a slick sheen of wet arousal.

Each pulse made it twitch, flexing with unknown intent as it brushed against her trembling thigh, requesting her to present her pussy for it.

She immediately lay down on her back, her legs raised up, her hands crossed under her thighs, and her fingers separated her pussy lips. It was pink, wet, and glistening with moisture, throbbing, gripping, and waiting for a hard thrust of that phallus.

And so abruptly the Beast's barbed tongue buried into her dripping folds, licking and brushing, sending jolts of electrical shocks throughout her core.

Her legs trembled as it intensified the licking and the thrusting. The itching heat within her body and the soothing barbed tongue fucking made her moan so loud, her cries echoed throughout the deep cell.

She couldn't even feel the pain; she felt pleasure and heat, and then she felt it, the nudge of his glistening penis tip on the entrance of her glossed folds, tugging in forcefully, sliding in, the stretch of her folds, the burn and fullness of his tip until an excruciating pain wracked her entire being, her pussy immediately resisted this fat intrusion like a curse and it slid back out.

It was suffocating, the hot, slick nudge of the beast's tip pushing against her soft entrance.

It was like steel wrapped in heat and flesh, pulsing and unyielding, coated in a glistening sheen. The pressure grew unbearable as it plunged its way in again, demanding passage where her body fought to stay closed. Her breath caught violently in her chest.

Then she felt a pain so sharp and splitting.

Her entire body arched. The intrusion was too much, too thick, like her very slit rejected it. Her walls clenched down instinctively, resisting, but the beast was relentless.

She gasped, her hands clawing at the ground, her mind fracturing between the torment and the terrifying heat still curling deep inside her.

And with a very hard, deep thrust, she felt her bone shift and the tip find its way in, but she felt numb, couldn't feel her leg, but an excruciating gland coming down from within her stomach to reach the tip that had just thrust into her.