My Lycan Demigod

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HANSEL…

In a room so dark, the prince tied me up after torturing his sister.

I pitied the innocent lover girl as she bled before my very eyes, and then her brother took me away, into this room that smelled of dust.

When I first came in, it was all darkness that I could see. But with time, not only did my pupil adjust to it, but I saw very clearly, and it happened to be a room that looked like people had been hanged to death in it.

I knew my offence, and I was set to shoulder whatever came with it. But it had already been hours, as I guessed, yet he hadn't shown up. It bothered me, mostly because of that Princess. I hated that she was in pain because she was trying to love a posed female who was deceiving them.

If merchant Halvard ever knew that I was a female, how would he feel? He would certainly feel so betrayed and shattered. He could be ashamed of himself and would even call on death, because he had deceived the lycan prince.

I was seated on the floor, and my robe wasn't enough at that point to shield me from the cold due to how chilly the room was.

Hearing the sound of the door creaking, I sat up, my lips quivering, hands clamped to my sides.

My eyes pinned on the door, waiting to see him walk in through it…

“I hate it when people do not listen to my command.”

A scream tore through my lips, and I staggered, turning to meet him standing before me, his eyes devouring mine.

He smelled of blood, which made me know that he had gone blood hunting after dropping me here.

“What were you thinking when you let her in? Even if she did threaten you, didn't you realise you are under my command, and only what you are told to do must you do?” his voice came again, deep, as though he was growling.

He took a step closer, and I tried to step back until I missed my step and smacked my butt to the floor so hard I couldn't help but wince painfully.

Yet he didn't care, “I own you, until I decide to take your life.”

What the f**k! Apart from being his eunuch, I am not his possession. Isn't it? Just because he f***s me?

“It's very simple. Allow you to stay with her, and then your gender is revealed. You would be executed, and neither of them could hurt me,” he gestured, this time, squatting. “And you can't have that face and deceive my family with it,” he whispered. This last statement sent goosebumps all over my body.

What did he mean by that? My face? What does my face have to do with him?

I stared back at him, dread washing through me constantly.

What I didn't know was what he brought me for, but I knew I was going to be punished if he wasn't going to kill me. So, I managed and stood on my feet. I bowed to him and began, “My Prince, how then am I supposed to stay away from your sister? I didn't mean to deceive her, but she just showed up and insisted on telling the king, and I was….

I got choked up, only to see myself standing just facing him, no gap between us. His right palm wrapped around my neck as he pressed it tighter, and he looked me dead in the eyes, his jaw clenched.

“How dare you mention the king before me?” he growled, causing my body hairs to stand. “Didn't I warn you to only mention my name and no one else?”

Heaven knew so well I wasn't getting anything. Wasn't the king his father?

He leaned closer towards my face as if he was going to chop off my head with his exposed fangs, “Hansel…”

I lost control of my breath.

“You serve no one, you must fear no one, you must mention no one but me.”

Then he pressed my shoulder, and I got to my knees.

I raised my face and saw that deadly smirk across his lips.

“I hadn't seen blood that tasted as well as yours.”

Gods! Not again. The last time I died and I woke up.

“Strip!” he ordered, and I thought I was to begin undressing, only for my dress to ripple out of my body into pieces.

What will I wear out of here? Why was he using his magic on me?

“I do not crave s*x, but you must make me crave one, and then satisfy me. If you do, I'll let you leave unscathed. Otherwise, you're going to stay in the dungeon for fourteen days with lashes. That's what I do as a sadist,” he scoffed at me.

I was so devastated, unsure how to start it.

This time, the feeling was something else, unlike the other times when I wished he would do it to me so badly.

Yet, I walked by my knee towards him and began losing his robes. I adjusted them so well until I got my hands on his phallus.

Fuck! He was still big, even though not craving s*x. His lengthy còck was concealed by visible veins that made it so beautiful.

I stroked it once, twice, and then I took it into my mouth. I sucked on it, sliding my lips to and fro of his rod, propelling my head back and forth, and shoving my hair to the side constantly.

He didn't touch me, and I didn't care. My focus was to make him hard before whatever time he gave me elapsed.

I took every length of him down my throat, sucking him with utmost vigour, my left fingers fondling his balls. In seconds, I pulled out and rolled my tongue on his dickcap thrice, then all over its length.

How I was getting so good at this was one thing I didn't know, and to say that I enjoyed taking him whole was an understatement.

He tasted flavorful and was finally getting hard and growing bigger.

I took him again, this time harder, my head moving at such a fast pace while I savored him so well. I rubbed the end of his phallus, somehow scared that my lips would tear apart with how huge it was becoming.

At first, I thought I would get tired before putting him in the mood, but no, instead, I was filled with some kind of supernatural strength, and I yearned for more of this.

I gobbled on his hardness like my survival depended on it, my lips twitching up and down on his flesh.

Soon, I felt his fingers digging into my hair, awakening the butterflies in my belly. He pushed harder, aiding in the pace of the job.

I knelt firm, hungrily, eagerly, sucking the heck out of his dìck, ready to take in his semen down my throat.

He groaned while forcing his còck down my throat, gripping my head as though scared it would go away.

I responded with utmost pleasure, feeling the coldness in my panties, but trying to be in control of my hormones now.

Deep down, I thought he had no intention to f**k me, but just in the blink of an eye, I was on all fours, my legs tied and widened, my hands too, with my face pressed on the cold floor.

He gripped my waist, and the next was his hardness riding on me.

I took a deep swallow, trying to hold the moans, but couldn't. I shoved my hair to the side, unable to move, yet my voice sprang out between us.

“I don't f*****g wanna see you walk in days,” he groaned and pressed my ass painfully. “That's your penalty.”

Oh gods! I yearned for this punishment. He must have thought he was going hard on me, hitting fast against my flesh…But I moaned in pleasure, my juices leaking constantly, and my flesh containing him whole.

I tried to turn, to see what he looked like while pounding on me recklessly, our flesh slamming against each other with a foaming sound taking over the atmosphere…but my first contraction slammed my pelvis and I shook my head heavily.

“Oh, please! My prince, please f**k oh yeah…”

Tears clouded my vision.

My c**t throbbed harder, and I wanted to stroke it mercilessly.

I cummed undone on his dìck, my legs trembling at the peak, yet he didn't stop.

This time, he went harder. It felt like his shaft shifted my womb.

My flesh wrapped his, taking it in both pain and pleasure.

I curled my fingers into my palms, sweat concealing my body. ‘This is a punishment indeed. He's growing bigger, and soon, I will be sore.’ I thought, panting.