Protected: BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 61 – 70

BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 61 – 70

The beast was trying to penetrate into her womb, but the spongy mouth of her cervix remained tightly closed, as Emeriel was not in full heat.

Either the beast had no idea or he simply did not care. It thrust into her ruthlessly. Mercilessly. As if it wanted to batter its way in.

“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” she wailed, writhing beneath the mighty beast.

Emeriel knew that as a Siren, her body opened to accommodate his size without being torn from within.

However, with no the proper preparation and gentleness needed to ease a siren into heat sex, Emeriel was simply in agony.

Even as her Siren gland desperately pumped out more fluid, her body still hurt as if she were being boiled in scalding oil.

A loud roar suddenly ripped from the feral’s throat, and it stilled as its semen shot into her body…coating her insides, filling her up.

And, whatever was in his sperm triggered another orgasm from Emeriel.

Without any warning. Devoid of pleasure. Just an overpowering and inexplicable feeling that flooded her senses. It was surreal.

Emeriel squealed, desperately trying to scramble away from the onslaught of sensations.

But the beast roughly pulled her back, pinning her down with its paws, forcing her to take it all. Every last drop.

She wailed. Shrieked. Screamed.

When the beast finally withdrew its member from her, Emeriel’s arms gave way, and she collapsed onto the bed, her head spinning.

She had no strength left in her, and there was a pool of semen where she lay. Weakly, she turned her head to gaze at the beast.

Relief flooded her as she saw the beast pulling away.

Oh, thank heavens, it’s all over now!

For a moment there, Emeriel had thought she would be meeting her parents on the otherside. But, thank the sky the beast was leaving.

However, when the feral creature rose, it grabbed Emeriel’s legs and dragged her toward the edge of the bed before hoisting her up by her midriff.

Wait, it wasn’t done with her? Surely, that cannot be…

“No, no, no,” Emeriel struggled, flailing but unable to find a foothold.

The beast carried her halfway across the chamber, and as quickly as it had begun, it abruptly ended.

Her knees met the cold, hard floor, and her hands instinctively reached out to maintain balance.

When she sensed that hard, rugged body behind her once more, and felt that enormous member nudge her sore privates, a sense of dread settled in her belly.

Light above, the beast was not done with her.

Oh demons, she was going to die tonight.

BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 61 – 70

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