Lysandra: A slave to the beast, the savage Lycan king

"Oh, you smell divine," she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

I trembled under her touch, unsure of what was going to happen next. She commanded me not to move, and I did my best to comply as she traced the knife along my skin.

"Do you know no man has ever made me cum?" she asked, her voice filled with a raw intensity that made me gasp.

"No, my queen," I replied, my voice shaking.

"Well, you'll have that honor," she said.

She held the knife to my bare skin, and I winced in pain as she tore it open. I cried out, but she didn't stop.