My Lycan Demigod

14

PRINCE LEANDRO…

When my dinner was served, Cloe and Chloe showed up just unexpectedly.

Their knock on the door irritated me, but I had decided not to resist them like my parents. They were my priority when my mother was chaining me in the dark lava, and I made her promise to take good care of them.

But since I returned, I just developed that resentment for everyone, both the innocent and the guilty ones.

“The door is unlocked,” I said to them and resumed eating. As they walked in, I threw my first question at them as usual, “Why are you two here?”

I raised my face to catch them staring at themselves. They were the twins my mother gave birth to after over a century I was born, and I didn't joke with them until that day I was taken away to suffer in the dark lava.

They tried as much as they could to get along with me again, but hatred rose in my chest at the sight of them. A part of me doesn't like that feeling, because I think they are innocent and are my dears. But, because every single soul in this lycan clan is guilty of the death of my mate, they would also get a taste of my brutality.

I rolled my tongue across my upper lip, “Chloe…”

Her eyes grew large upon hearing me mention her name. The shock written all over her face could tell one that I hadn't mentioned her name for over a year now.

“Stay away from my eunuch.”

She frowned instantly, “But I love him already. Isn't he handsome enough to have me? Or, do you think that our parents won't approve of it since he's a eunuch?”

“He isn't your mate….” Cloe, the male twin, said to her. “Are you just desperate or…

“I love him. He's so handsome. You hadn't seen him, so you won't believe it. If you see him, you could turn gay instantly.” Chloe gestured, staring back at her twin.

I scoffed silently. Gay? She is so silly…

Cloe glared at her and hissed, “Do I look like a gay? Is he more handsome than me?”

And as stupid as she was, she nodded firmly.

“You're so lucky you're my sister.” Cloe snapped and looked away from her. “Of what use is it to have a mate? I don't f*****g need one.”

I knew he must have said that because they all witnessed how mine perished. It was of no use having a mate, because they could still find a reason to take the life of an innocent soul again.

I flinched when I felt someone touch me, and it was Chloe, “Are you okay? What are you two doing here?”

“I only told him to escort me so I could tell you to let me have fun with your eunuch. I promise, if he happens not to be my mate, I will let him go,” she stated pitifully, as if I were seeing those looks she wore.

My eyes were on her for seconds before I exhaled heavily, “You heard me well.”

She burst into tears.

“What's his name again? Hansel, right?”

“Why should you know?” I glared at her, and she pouted. “Now, both of you should leave.”

“I love him, please…”

Fucking goddess! Does she even know she was falling for her fellow woman? What the heck is wrong with her not respecting my decision?

“The day I find you with him, you'll be dead. Trust me.” I promised her and I meant it.

It wasn't like she was a lesbian or maybe bisexual. Even if she were, I wouldn't share my property with anyone, regardless of who they were.

“My Prince..” she tried to hold me, but I flung my fingers high and she found herself flying backwards.

Luckily for her, Cloe was fast enough to catch her. She was becoming so nosy.

“Let's leave. I should have asked why you wanted to be here.” Cloe yelled and dragged her as they made their way out.

I locked up the room the moment they vanished from my sight, hoping to resume my meal…but my còck was fighting in my inner pants.

When Chloe mentioned that name, my lycan stirred in me. Lust grew to my throat, but I thought I had suppressed it.

I pulled the tray of meals and gobbled on them so fast, hoping that with time, those feelings would exhaust.

But I lied to myself.

I hoped to freshen up, but the thought of him wouldn't let me be. My còck became so erect, and I began stroking it amid pleasure, groaning softly in ecstasy.

Oh f**k! She dripped so much that I needed that wet hole of hers.

Not tonight. I needed to go hunt for blood tonight. If I started that marathon again, I wouldn't get enough of it.

Despite how much I tried to get her outta my mind, to f*****g dress up and exit the palace, I couldn't get my eyes off my veined phallus, hard and standing like a rod.

I had to mindlink Aldric to send that eunuch over, and in seconds, I perceived her scent from the doorpost.

I unlocked the door, and the moment she dashed in, I fastened my pace towards her and yanked her by her robe towards my inner room. I bent her over the bed and flipped her robe, revealing her inner pants.

The lust that overwhelmed me seemed to be clouding my thinking as well, so I could only get to rip her inner pants apart, and I sighed heavily upon viewing her yellow soft ass.

I smacked her hard and grabbed her waist, her ass facing the roof, and her legs parted.

Fuck! What eunuch gets wet all the time? She was soaked up, but her cunt was so tight that she groaned slightly when I pushed my shaft into her.

“Oh yes! Take my còck whole, b***h…” I cursed amid gritted teeth, slamming my waist against hers. “C’mon, let out those moans, I wanna hear them."

Fuck! I loved her voice when like this. The way she sings in response to my thrust fuels me the most.

I thrust deeper into her until every length of my còck lay in her. My fingers gripped her waist. I loved how my dickballs slammed on her fold following the pace of my body movement.

She tilted her head backwards, and I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back a bit until my left palm caught her succulent boobs that couldn't stop bouncing.

“f**k me, yeah…” she moaned and heaved a big sigh. “Arrrghhh, yes, my prince. Take me, f**k me hard.”

I loved that. f**k, I cherished that tone.

In minutes, I made her lie on her sides, her legs apart.

She stroked her swollen c**t, and I loved watching her do that. The way she bit her lips each time, stared at my face until she couldn't bear the thrust, and shut her eyes.

Fucking goddess! She didn't f*****g create this female, or she wouldn't taste this way.

I kept pounding into her so hard and fast, her c*m concealed the length of my dìck, dropping on the foam.

She was the first female to lie here. In fact, the only one to step in here since I had this manor.

Her eyes flew wide while she slapped her cunt slightly, and her lips dropped open.

I f****d her so fast, and her body trembled under me; her c*m filled my dìck again.

She breathed heavily and fast. The sweat on her face made her hair sting on her cheek and forehead. “My prince, please take me, take me, please…oh gods.” She licked her lips.

Fuck those courtesans. They hadn't responded to my thrust this way.

The way she made me feel like I owned her, she made me crave her the most.

‘She's just s s*x tool, to satisfy myself.’ I had to remind myself amid pleasure.

The moment she threw her hands to the side, revealing her palm, my eyes lit open.

Still in her, but I paused, staring at what was drawn on her left palm.

She followed the direction of my gaze and then back at me, “That? I don't know what it is?”

My blood tattoo.

No doubt. So she was the first person I fed on five years ago. How then did she survive it?

I looked her dead in the eyes and asked, “How did you get it?”

She shook her head, and then I recalled that she had no memories of herself.

The one I fed on five years ago is bound to die, but because of this missing tattoo, I wished the person still lived.

If she was truly the one, then does it mean she survived because of this tattoo? Could it be the reason she didn't have her memories?

Gosh! I can't be f*****g a walking dead.