Rewriting Her Destiny With The Lycan Kings-Chapter 77: It’s Was Denzal’s Turn

Her trembling hands slowly reached for his belt and removed it carefully. Denzal stood before her, his towering presence overwhelming. His predatory eyes watched her every movement, already feeling the heat of her touch.

She took a deep breath as her gaze settled on his imposing figure. Countless unanswered questions raced through her mind, but one concern stood out above all.

"Don’t worry, it’s going to fit," Denzal smirked, as if reading her thoughts.

She arched her back, startled by his intuition.

He gently spread her legs and positioned himself between them, his intense gaze never leaving hers. He had forgotten to blink.

She jolted at the sensation of him, completely bare before her for the first time. They had never gone this far before, and now that it was happening, an unexplainable feeling consumed her. Swallowing was suddenly difficult.

"If you can’t take it, nobody else can," he whispered in a deep, intense tone. His eyes burned with hunger and desire, the restraint he had maintained until now unraveling before her.

He slowly lowered his lips to her neck and began sucking deeply. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the uncontrollable pleasure surging through her lower abdomen. One hand cupped the back of her neck, while the other firmly gripped her breast.

The gentleness he had shown before was now a distant memory. He was devouring her like a starving man, as if he had been deprived for centuries.

She bit her lip, struggling to suppress her moans as his mouth explored every inch of her upper body. His hot saliva left a trail over her skin, marking her as his. But when he noticed her holding back, he bit her belly button. a little too roughly, making her yelp in surprise.

"Don’t hold back the pleasure I’m giving you. You should take it willingly, or I’ll make you."

His growl was almost a warning, and her body responded instantly. Her legs trembled as the throbbing in her core intensified, only to escalate further when her eyes accidentally met Devonte’s.

He was watching her.

His breath was ragged, his mouth slightly open as he took in every sinful movement between her and Denzal. His hand was gripping his hardened length, stroking himself slowly while his hungry gaze remained fixed on her.

The temptation, the raw need to claim her, was evident in his expression. And when she looked at him with the same intensity, he stiffened even more.

Just then, she felt Denzal stroke her opening with his thick length, making her body jolt from the sudden pleasure. The feeling was intoxicating, overwhelming, too much to handle.

"I won’t lie to you and say it won’t hurt," Denzal murmured in her ear, his voice deep and controlled. "But I promise to make that pain worth it."

He placed a gentle kiss on her lips before pulling back slightly, searching her face for any hesitation. But what he saw was pure emotion and desire. desire that mirrored his own.

He positioned himself at her entrance, pausing for just a second before slowly pushing inside.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she felt herself stretching around him, her body opening up to accommodate his sheer size.

"Ah—" She moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure spilling from her lips as he filled her completely. The stretch was unbearable, making her breathless.

"Shhh, relax. Just a few more seconds, and you’ll love this as much as I do," he soothed, trying to control himself from thrusting harder. He reminded himself that it was her first time, and he was holding back with everything he had. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, but the pain was already fading. As soon as he noticed her adjusting, he began to move again. slowly, deeply.

She gasped as he pushed further inside, completely filling her.

"God, you’re abnormally huge," she whispered, her voice laced with disbelief.

Denzal let out a low chuckle, his lips brushing against her ear. "That’s because of you, my love."

Her cheeks burned at the realization, but before she could respond, he started moving. building a rhythm that soon had her body arching against him.

She adapted to the thrusts quickly, the pleasure overtaking her senses. She clung to him, moving in sync with his rhythm, letting him take her over completely.

"Fuck, you’re so damn tight," Denzal growled, the pleasure making his voice rough.

He recalled Devonte’s words from earlier. He was right. This was unlike anything he had ever imagined. so much better than his wildest fantasies.

His movements quickened, his control slipping. Both their bodies were slick with sweat as he drove into her harder, faster.

"I’ve dreamed about this so many times," he murmured against her neck. "But fuck imagination. you’re an intoxicating poison in reality."

He gripped her legs, lifting them in the air to plunge deeper.

"You’re perfect, Zara. Perfect in every fucking way."

She moaned his name, clinging to him, locking her legs tightly around his waist. She could feel him growing even harder inside her, making her dizzy with pleasure. The pressure inside her was building, her body teetering on the edge.

"Denzal, I...I’m coming," she gasped, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Not yet," he ordered, his voice dark and commanding. "Hold it until I say."

The dominance in his tone made her shudder, her core tightening painfully as she tried to obey.

Meanwhile, Devonte continued watching, his hand stroking himself harder. His body was rigid with tension, his release barely contained as he took in the sight of her writhing beneath Denzal.

His fingers gripped himself tightly, his breath hitching as he watched her fall apart.

Zara, on the other hand, was barely holding on. She buried her face against Denzal’s shoulder, her body surrendering to his every touch. The pleasure was too much, too consuming, and she knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

And from the way Denzal was moving inside her, deep, powerful, possessive. she knew he wouldn’t either.

"Come on my dick, Zara," he growled.

She, who had been desperately waiting for his permission, came hard and deep just as he released inside her.

Denzal moaned loudly as his climax consumed him, sending a shuddering wave through his entire body. For a brief moment, he felt as if he had transcended time itself before finally collapsing onto her. He had emptied himself completely inside her.

Both of them lay there, breathing heavily, trying to steady their racing hearts. After a moment, Denzal gently moved away, realizing he was almost crushing her beneath his weight.

They continued panting, their bodies glistening with sweat, before he turned to her with a deeply satisfied smile.

"This is going to be the greatest night of my life," he murmured before pressing a tender kiss onto her forehead, his touch filled with passion and devotion.

The overwhelming sensation of their union lingered between them, thick and intoxicating. He gazed at her, his eyes holding an undeniable depth of true love.

Just as they remained locked in each other’s gaze, a voice interrupted them.

"Are you going to get up, or should I push you out of this cave?"

Devonte’s impatient tone shattered the intimate moment.

Denzal smirked teasingly, knowing exactly what kind of torture his brother was enduring.

He turned to Devonte with a playful grin. "I will, but not before I give my Luna the aftercare she deserves."

And with that, he scooped Zara into his arms, carrying her deeper inside the cave. She wondered where he was taking her, but her curiosity was soon answered when she saw what lay ahead.

A breathtaking bathing area came into view—an elegantly carved stone bathtub surrounded by a serene pond-like setting. The water was already prepared, decorated with floating rose petals and scented with soothing lavender.

She smiled at the beautiful setup and turned to him with admiration in her eyes.

"He’s already spitting fire out of his breath. Let’s not keep him waiting too long," Denzal chuckled.

He carefully placed her in the warm water, and she jolted slightly at the initial touch, the heat sending a pleasant shock through her sensitive body. But as soon as she settled in, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. The warm water instantly soothed her aching womanhood, melting away the lingering soreness.

Denzal began to gently rub her skin, his touch tender and careful. While she fully enjoyed his care, a part of her mind was already anticipating what was to come.

her first time with Devonte.

And it’s going to be more intense as he was already planning to double the price after seeing her activities with denzel. He won’t be generous on this.

••••

Somewhere within the vast kingdom, a woman with striking white hair sat on a grand chair—one that could rival a throne. Her face rested against her knuckles, her eyes closed in deep contemplation. There was a deadly calmness in her expression, yet the faint lines around her eyes betrayed the concerns weighing on her mind.

The tranquility of the moment was abruptly shattered by the forceful arrival of someone furious.

Seraphina. Her daughter.

"What the hell have you done, Mother?!"

Seraphina’s voice rang through the hall like a thunderclap, laced with raw fury. She stood before her mother, fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Rage radiated from her like a storm barely contained, and it seemed as if she was fighting the urge to tear the entire heavenly hall apart.