Chapter 23 Punishment
I thought Leon would take me back to my room, but instead, he led me to an empty corridor. As soon as my feet touched the ground, he pressed me against the wall with his body. He pinned my hands behind my head, and his hand was around my neck.
“I remember telling you that usually the only person who annoys me is death. And for you, I just want to fuck you hard!” Leon’s other hand lifted my skirt, and when he pulled it hard, my underwear tore. My underwear was so fragile, and I felt so fragile.
“This time, it’s to satisfy me, not you!” Leon quickly took off his pants, and his mouth swallowed my lips. “No orgasm, no noise! This is your punishment!”
Leon lifted my left leg with his hand, and his big member entered my vagina, accurately and directly hitting the deepest part of my body. It was a little rough, but very exciting. The blood in my body boiled up, and my vaginal walls tightly wrapped around his penis. He was really big, and I was so satisfied!
He moved back and forth in my body rhythmically, and I couldn’t help but make no sound. Oh no, I was going to scream. But my body consciousness told me that I couldn’t disobey Alpha’s orders.
It was so tangled and uncomfortable. It felt like there were countless ants crawling all over my body. Damn werewolf will, what should I do?
I bit my back molar tightly, my desire expanding in my body, and I was suffering. I felt hot and itchy all over. Every inch of my skin was being eaten by ants. I couldn’t stand it anymore!
“Do you want to call? Pray for me!” Leon whispered in my ear, and his hot breath sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t help but shrink my neck, feeling myself melting under his touch. “I pray for you, my king,” I groaned in response.
“I allow you to make a sound!” Leon’s voice was filled with smug pleasure. I finally let out a quick groan, and I heard the sound of water flowing as Leon moved back and forth inside me. My groans gradually turned into screams as I longed for more.
But just as I was about to reach my peak, Leon suddenly withdrew and pushed back in hard. He stopped abruptly, leaving a warm mucus in my vagina. Damn it, he ended the sex without giving me an orgasm! No, the truth was he was just fucking me!
Leon put his chin on my shoulder and let out a heavy gasp from his nose. He slowly pulled out of my body and then put my feet down. “How do you feel?” he asked with an evil and smug smile. He put his hand on my chin and said, “This is my punishment. Tell me how you feel?”
I was at a loss for words. How was I supposed to answer? If I told him I felt bad, he would be proud and might even torture me in the same way next time. But if I told him I didn’t feel anything, would he think of an even crueler way to punish me?
Cleverly, I didn’t answer Leon’s question immediately. Instead, I looked at him with eager and wronged eyes, like a child who had made a mistake and was begging for forgiveness. I bit my lower lip tightly and didn’t speak, but sweat trickled down my forehead, cheeks, and finally fell on my chest. After a few seconds of silence, Leon finally gave in. He spoke to me in a gentle tone, “Do you still want it? Good girl! Help me lick the bottom, and I’ll make it up to you tonight!”
I obediently bent my knees and knelt between Leon’s legs. His penis was still hard, and the top was covered with transparent mucus. It belonged to us! I stuck out my tongue and licked the mucus on the top of Leon’s penis bit by bit, slowly and gently. I imagined the penis in my hand as strawberry ice cream and explored its taste with my tongue little by little. There was a dull grunt in Leon’s throat. He grabbed my hair and pushed my head in, and suddenly my mouth was full of his penis. He pushed back and forth several times and finally took his penis out of my mouth completely.
“Do you think I’ll satisfy you by making my big hard again? Stop using your little cleverness!” Leon helped me up and stuck out his tongue to lick my lips. “Get dressed, I want to take you somewhere!”
“Where?” I asked curiously.
“Go and find out for yourself! Don’t ask me because I won’t tell you,” Leon said mysteriously as he took me into a carriage. A group of troops followed us as we drove straight out of the castle.
Curiously, I opened the curtain of the carriage and put my head out of the window. From where I was sitting, I could see the high walls of the castle. There were many severed heads hanging high on the palace wall in a row. The stained blood on the wall had solidified, and the faces of those who died had painful expressions. They seemed to be crying out to me in sadness.
I quickly pulled down the car curtain and leaned back in my seat. At that moment, my eyes met Leon’s gaze. He was looking at me as if nothing had happened, which made me feel uneasy. What kind of man was he? Sometimes I thought Leon satisfied all my fantasies about men, and other times I thought he was a cold-blooded and cruel person.
As we continued on our journey, there were fewer and fewer houses on both sides of the road. The sound of weeds and crows flying over became the only landscape. I felt a sense of sadness inside me. Where was Leon taking me?