My Lycan Demigod

17

HANSEL…

A day off. Just a day off. That was what I got after he recklessly pounded on my pùssy hole and made me lose consciousness twice.

It still stunned me how I wasn't sore from his thrust, although I was weak and needed a long rest. All through the hours of him having my body like it was nothing, I was so damped that my juices leaked down my thighs.

When he finally climaxed, I had thought he would leave me there. Instead, he handed over to me a robe and cloak, which I wore after cleaning up with the one he had ripped off my body.

I looked down at my body and chuckled. It felt so good putting on his robe, because it surely smells like him.

That night, I contemplated going to see the princess to know how she was, but a part of me was scared a common visit would escalate matters, so I decided to reach out to Lord Aldric.

Someone stopped before me as I was about to climb the veranda, and when I looked up, he squinted, “Your highness!” I bowed, very sure it was the second Prince, Cloe.

“Aren't you that eunuch?” he asked.

Why was I the matter in this palace?

I didn't want them to know who I was, but it was already happening. Soon, won't the king and his so-called luna queen send for me?

“I asked you a question, human.”

I bowed to him. The word ‘human’ sounded so heavy on his lips. “I am, your Highness.”

“Now I see.”

His voice hit my brain like a gong. Seen what?

“So this is why Chloe is over you? But unfortunately, I am straight and won't even dare to tamper with my brother's person,” he scoffed and bit his lower lip.

I didn't speak, just stood there, waiting to hear his order that I continue my journey.

“But, you have to stay away from Chloe. And you must pray not to turn out as her mate, or my brother could take your life instead.” he patted my shoulder and walked away, then the men behind him followed.

My goodness! Why are they all scared of their brother? If I were a man and happened to be his sister's mate, he would take my life because I am his eunuch and his sister can't have me. Is that it?

I turned to watch as they vanished out of my sight, but the voice of Lord Aldric made me lose my balance…

“You can see in the dark,” he uttered and began coming closer. “Humans don't see in the dark.”

I threw my hands backwards and clamped them together, “How do you mean? It's a norm for me to see in the dark.”

“Then it means you aren't a human.”

I chuckled. He wasn't serious.

Who wouldn't see something in the dark? That's why we have two eyes…

“So, why are you here?” he asked, pulling my attention.

I licked my lips and said, “I actually wanted to know through you how the princess is. She was bleeding badly in there, and…

“She's healed already. Worry about yourself most." He cut me short, and I bowed to him.

With no more words to say, I turned and left his chamber. I hadn't seen his wife before, and I do not care. If only it were just him and the prince I could come along with, I would love it most.

An hour after I left Lord Aldric's chamber, I was ready to leave the palace.

Luckily, I had stolen a servant's clothing two days ago after it had dried on the rope and snuck it into my room. I heard them discussing how it vanished, but how would I speak when I was a man to them?

No one would suspect me, so I was going to steal another if my plans worked out tonight and I got the job.

Since I had studied the palace very well these few days, I went straight to the place I planned to exit through and jumped through the brick fence. A few feet away, I changed into feminine wear and styled my hair to suit my gender.

I knew so well that no one would see me this way and recognise me, not even with the fake birthmark I had given myself on the face, so there would be too many differences.

My journey to the pleasure house miles away from the palace was smooth, and I registered as one of the workers there.

I served drinks to men, watched them as they sexually harassed females, and took most of them forcefully. At some point, I almost hit one of them on the back so he would let the young courtesan go, and it hurt me that there were no rules following them.

Both the courtesans and the clients did as they liked, yet the owner was making money through them all.

Just as I was about to apply for another role that could add to my money, someone tapped me on the back. I was going to apply for the role of a cleaner, but this man was staring at me like he owned me.

“I will pay you double what the owner gets if I can have you. I only came to drink, but you caught my attention,” he whispered to me, wearing a seductive look.

He looked calm, and not like those animals shredding female clothes as they wanted, so I took an interest in him. Not to f**k, but to just give him a blowjob.

The crown prince would always compliment my extraordinary lips, so it was time I made money with it, or I could suffer till my lifetime.

“Fine,” I held my head high, looking back at the man. “But you will pay me first.” I didn't need stories; my income came first.

As I said, he paid me instantly before reaching out to settle the pleasure house. He paid for a room, and just for an hour.

He took me to the room and quickly began undressing.

“You have to mount on the bed and spread your legs,” he gestured, still undressing.

Is that it? I don't do things that way.

What would I say if the prince wants to f**k me and perceives the scent of another dìck that had been in me?

I shook my head, “I don't do that. First, I will give you a blowjob and then we will take the next step.”

“Just in one hour?” He looked shocked, but I didn't care.

There was no way I would suck his sticky dìck for even fifteen minutes, and I believe he would even climax and not wish to take another round.

After so much staring at me like some statue, he scoffed and spread his arms, “Then you gotta get to your knees and show me what your lips could do. I could pay you more if you do a nice job.”

At that point, he was completely nude.

“Why not get off your dress?”

“You could do that when the hunger is driving you insane?” I responded to him and walked closer, closing the space between us.

My aim: suck him until he climaxes, and if he insists on going another round? Hit the base of his neck, watch him pass out, and then leave.

If it didn't go like I planned, if he made me hurt him, then it meant that I would look for another pleasure house.

I went to my knees, my palms already wrapped around his shaft.

He looked down at me, as if scared that I would bite off his c**k.

Ready to get it down my throat, I heard a familiar voice from the hallway, filled with authority…

Wasn't that Lord Aldric?

“As usual, I need a courtesan…” said the voice, and then silence fell again.

It can't be him. Someone like him can't be here when he's married.