Free Web NovelChapter 227: Chapter 227
Sebastian’s POV
The slave boy was already bent over the edge of my bed when I slammed the door shut behind me, his smooth, pale ass up and waiting exactly like I’d ordered the guards to leave him. Naked, oiled, legs spread wide.
His face pressed into the silk sheets, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress like he knew better than to move without permission.
He was young, barely twenty, lithe and tight-bodied, with that smooth, hairless hole already glistening from the oil I’d had rubbed into him earlier. Perfect for what I needed right now. A tight, warm fuck to work out the rage boiling in my veins.
I didn’t waste time with words. My cock was already rock-hard and heavy, throbbing against the front of my pants after hearing the guard’s report.
I shoved my pants down just enough to free it, the long shaft springing out, veins pulsing through and the fat head already leaking. I stepped up behind him, gripped his narrow hips hard enough to bruise and lined myself up.
"Fuck," I growled, and thrust in hard without wasting time.
The boy cried out, a sharp, broken sound as my hard cock speared straight into his tight ass in one brutal push. His hole stretched wide around me, hot and slick, gripping every inch like a velvet fist.
I didn’t give him time to adjust. I pulled back and slammed in again, deeper, my balls slapping against his ass with a loud smack.
"Damn that fucker Gunnar," I snarled through gritted teeth, pounding into him harder. Each thrust made his body jolt forward, the bed creaking under us. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
"Let me see how he’s going to get his mother to save him again. Let him die."
The boy moaned loud, his ass clenching around my cock as I drove into him faster, the wet, filthy sound of my shaft sliding in and out filling the room.
I could feel every ripple inside him, every twitch of his inner walls trying to take my thickness. Sweat was already starting to drip down my back, my shirt sticking to my chest as I fucked him like I was trying to split him open.
"Emberkin really did stab him well," I grunted, my hips snapping forward so hard my balls smacked loudly against his.
My guard just reported he was stabbed and rushed out. Good. Let the Blackbane core eat him alive from the inside.
I leaned over him, my chest pressing against his back, one hand fisting in his dark hair and yanking his head back so I could hear every whimper.
My cock throbbed inside him, buried to the hilt as I ground deep, circling my hips so the fat head rubbed against that spot that made his legs shake.
He was leaking all over the sheets now, his own cock hard and untouched between his legs, dripping steadily.
"He doesn’t deserve to stay in this pack," I hissed right against his ear, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in so deep my hips bruised his ass. "He’s a threat to me. Always has been. Let him rot."
The boy sobbed a moan, pushing back against me like the desperate little slut he was trained to be. His hole fluttered around my cock, sucking me deeper every time I thrust, hot and silky and so fucking tight it made my balls draw up.
I reached under him and squeezed his leaking cock once, just to feel him clench, then let go and gripped his hips again, fucking him harder.
Skin slapped against skin. The room smelled like sex and oil and the faint metallic tang of my own sweat.
My cock was drenched in the slick mess leaking out around it, every pull out showing the shiny shaft before I buried it again to the root.
"Soon enough," I panted, my voice rough and loud, "I’ll have that girl Riley for myself." I slammed in particularly hard on her name, making the boy cry out. "I’ve always fantasized about fucking her. That tight little body my sons thinks belongs to them."
I started pounding faster in short, brutal strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. The boy’s moans turned into constant broken whimpers, his hole spasming around my cock like it was trying to milk me.
"I want to taste what those children has tasted," I growled, voice rising with every thrust. "I want to bury my cock in her cunt and feel how wet she gets for an Alpha King. I want to stretch her open and fill her until she’s screaming my name instead of Cane’s or Gunnar’s or Caden’s."
My hips were snapping so hard now the sound echoed, filthy slaps mixed with the boy’s desperate cries. I could feel my orgasm building, heavy and hot in my balls, but I kept talking, kept fucking, letting every dark thought spill out with each drive of my cock.
"Gunnar’s going to die screaming," I snarled, yanking the boy’s hair harder so his back arched. "No cure for Blackbane core. Let his mother watch him bleed out from the inside. He’s a threat. A fucking threat to everything I’ve built."
The boy’s hole clenched so tight around me I groaned, the pressure perfect, squeezing my thick shaft like a hot wet vice. I reached down and spread his ass cheeks wider with my thumbs, watching my cock disappear inside him again and again, the rim stretched shiny and red around my girth.
"And Riley..." I laughed darkly, my breath ragged as I pounded him mercilessly. "I’ll have her bent over just like this soon. I’ll fuck her while Cane watches maybe. I’ll make her come on my cock and then fill her up until she’s dripping with what a real Alpha can give her. I want to taste that pussy my sons been buried in. I want to know how sweet it is when it’s ruined by me."
I was close now, my cock swelling even thicker inside the boy’s abused hole. Sweat poured down my temples. My balls slapped loudly against him with every savage thrust. The boy was shaking, moaning nonstop, his own cock leaking a steady puddle on the sheets beneath him.
"Fuck-yes-let Gunnar die," I roared, slamming in so deep I felt the end of him. "Let him rot. Emberkin did perfect work. And Riley... she’s going to be mine. I’m going to fuck her raw. I’m going to taste everything my sons thinks is theirs until I’m tired of ruling enough to step down for them, they will not bring me down themselves."
One more brutal thrust and I came hard, burying myself to the hilt as my cock pulsed and shot loads of cum deep inside the boy’s ass.
I kept grinding through it, my hips jerking, filling him until it leaked out around my shaft in messy white streaks. The boy whimpered and came untouched, his hole milking every last drop from me.
I stayed buried inside him for a long moment, my chest heaving, cock still twitching with aftershocks.
The room reeked of sweat and cum and sex now. My hands left bruises on his hips. I finally pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip from his wrecked hole, then shoved him forward onto the bed like he was nothing.
"Clean yourself up and get out," I muttered, already pulling my pants back up, my cock still half-hard and glistening. "And keep your mouth shut."
I wiped the sweat from my face with the back of my hand, a dark smile curling my lips as the full weight of my plans settled in my chest.
Gunnar would be dead by morning.
And Riley... she was next.
Just then, the door kicked open instantly, the hinges bouncing off the wall as Amelia strode in, her expression wasn’t gentle but furious.
"How did you-"
