The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 202

202, LOVE SPELL

SIGRID

“What the hell is happening to Electra’s body?!”

In the middle of the night, the temperature started to rise, burning my skin all over.

It felt like a volcano erupting in my belly.

My nipples were sensitive, and my vulva kept contracting and releasing juices nonstop; I was aroused, like a she-wolf in heat— but this wasn’t even my real body!

What was going on?

“Damn pervert!” I screamed inside as I sifted through the mess of her memories and realized what spell Electra had cast on herself.

She’d invented it to increase libido and fertility —basically, to fuck like a bitch for days with her slaves and boost the chances of geIting pregnant.

I tried to neutralize the desire running through my veins, but it was overwhelming. I needed to release at least once, or I felt like

I’d die from the pain and cramps in my vagina, which was screaming to be penetrated and filled with a man’s essence.

Istarted by touching my breasts, trying not to wake Silas, or I’d die of embarrassment.

My hands began to massage them over the long shirt I was. wearing, but it wasn’t enough.

“Mmmnn,” I bit my lower lip hard, pushing the fabric aside and touching my breasts directly, pinching my hard nipples, twisting them, and squeezing the tender flesh.

I moved my thighs together, seeking friction, the folds contracting and itching.

“Mmmm, lustful witch!” No maIter how much I cursed her, I was the intruder in her body.

My hand slithered down as if it had a life of its own, slipping inside the dampened panties.

My fingers began to play with the tense clit, hissing and gasping escaping my lips.

“Please, don’t let Silas hear me, don’t let him hear me,” I repeated, but I couldn’t stop; my mind could only think about sex, about pleasure.

I stroked between my swollen vaginal lips, up and down, coating my fingers in sticky fluids, rubbing my clit fast, pressing and pinching it, moving it everywhere with perverse delight.

A finger slid inside me, making me bury my face sideways into the pillow.

My damp lashes fanned across my face, full of desire and sick lust.

“ahhh, sshhh, mmmm,” I started pumping in and out—one finger, two fingers, three fingers like hooks, fast and slippery.

I fought not to thrust my pelvis forward, the pleasure building in my belly, my vagina vibrating, air rushing out between my lips, forcibly shut.

“Mmmmmm,” I trembled, holding back the rough moan as I spilled between my legs.

My fingers kept masturbating me deeply until the last remnants of the intense release were drained.

After a few seconds, I stared at the wall, trying to steady my breathing

Sweat beaded on my forehead, and the loose shirt clung to me like a second skin, soaked and damp.

For some reason, I was grateful he wasn’t looking me in the face.

My cheeks were burning from last nighI's fiasco. “alright, did you eat anything? How did you pay for breakfast?” I started geIting up—more than food, I needed a bath.

“I can’t eat before your ladyship, and the innkeeper gave me breakfast to pay when we check out of the room.”

“I see. Take these coins, seItle the debt, and ask for hot water for my bath,” I searched in the saddlebag and held out a few copper coins to him.

“My lady, I... I’ve already prepared your bath. I asked for the water in the kitchen,” he replied, and I lifted my gaze to meet his golden one, like thousands of suns melted in his iris.

He didn’t flinch or lower his head like always; he just held my gaze with intensity.

I knew it. He knew what I did last night.

“J see,” this time, I was the one who turned my face away and dodged his scrutiny. “Pay them anyway and be careful.”

I finally handed him the coins and watched him leave. I rushed like an idiot to the tub and nearly dove in headfirst.

God, I’m such an idiot.

The real Electra wouldn’t act so shy about this. She was uninhibited; for them, sex was just a game—lust ran through their veins.

I scrubbed hard between my thighs, and just barely touching my vulva, I felt like if I rubbed a liItle harder, I’d get horny again.

“Oh, Goddess, what have you goIten me into?”