My Lycan Demigod

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HANSEL…

It was a very long dream, one I hadn't heard of in five years. Not the regular nightmares of the prince standing before me, but seeing myself running like I was being chased in the woods.

And you know the scariest? I was covered in furs, just like it does to the prince.

So, what was I? Lycan? Werewolf? Fox?

I noticed that I was lying on a foam, so I guessed it was my room; the prince had brought me back to the palace.

But it would be better if I hid the dream from them.

“Open your eyes.”

I flinched and sat up immediately. How did he know that I was awake? This man keeps doing stunning things.

“What was that back there? Why would you pass out and make me bring you home unconscious when I didn't even bloodfeed?” he came closer to the bed, then I realised where I was—in his chamber, his bed. “I asked you a question.” he roared and I found myself running out of the bed.

My heart leaped to my throat. I wiped my face and bowed to him repeatedly, "I'm sorry. I was just tired.”

He stared at me, looking confused. “Tired? Was that why you were sweating here?”

Sweating? I was sweating.

“I need blood.”

My lashes fluttered. Blood? From me?

I pretended that I didn't hear him and began moving to the door. “My prince, I will have to bring your breakfast.” I didn't want to stammer, and I wasn't even sure if it was dawn.

The moment I almost reached the door, it slammed shut heavily and locked up.

I froze, just staring at the locked door. The sound of my heartbeat was so loud in my ears. I feared that my chest would explode.

“You're pretending you didn't hear me, or you think that I'd spare your life since you look like her?”

I felt the warm breeze from his nostrils on my skin, and I came to know he was standing behind me.

No need to ask how he did when he just shut the door for me.

“Female, I don't like repeating things. If you make me hate you…

“No!” I immediately turned. Why would he hate me? So he would take my life easily? “It's not that. I meant to ask, if you would start…

“Sure! I'd resume paying you, so you don't hop from one pleasure house to another. But, you must protect your gender henceforth.” He cut me short, his eyes golden yellow. “Bare your neck.”

Was that a command? I should bare my neck?

Come to think of it, that creature in him that sucks blood also loves s*x, if not, we wouldn't always be aroused after he bloodfed from me.

Recalling that, I didn't wait long. Instead of baring my neck for him to dig his fang in, I stretched my body high and kissed his lips.

His brows creased. He didn't see that coming and wasn't saying a thing.

I kissed him again and again, ready to throw my arms around his neck when he grabbed my cheek and began sucking my lips hungrily.

At first, it was a bit painful with the amount of energy he was using, but then I began enjoying it.

I kissed him back, hungrily, like he was my everything.

We didn't let go of each other and I loved that he didn't refuse. It was far better than feeding on my blood.

He stripped my dress apart and it dropped to the floor. My body was bare before him as he made me step back until I fell onto his bed.

“Why did you do that? Because you're dressed like a female?” he asked me, loosening his robe.

I didn't hesitate but nodded, because this could be my last chance of tasting him this way.

Since I looked like his dead mate, I wasn't even sure if I was safe being with him or not. But for now, it would be great if he claimed me as many times as he wished.

Like the other time, he suckled on my lips softly, his broad muscles hovered over my body while he made me lie calmly on the bed.

The sound of our lips was just like those lovers I'd seen. The way he took it was slow but steady, making me taste his saliva and the fullness of his lips.

I threw my arms around his neck, responding to every part of his lips on mine.

In the next second, he was staring at me while loosening my chest bind…and when he did so completely, he leaned towards my chest and took my n*****s into his lips.

Gods! My breath caught. I grabbed his head, mine was tilted back. I couldn't tell how I felt, but I just didn't want him to stop.

Oh f**k, that felt so good. How he sucked like a child, fondling the other breast. I prayed for this not to end. I needed him to suck me hard.

I was soaked. My wetness covered my entire pùssy. It tingled me and I wanted him down there too. The feeling was top-notch, oh gods….

“Your musk smells so good. What creature are you?” he whispered to me, his hands down my pelvis. “Why did you do it? I need blood, not this…but you deceived me with her face, and now I don't want to stop.”

I don't want to stop either. I would keep deceiving him with this face so he wouldn't hate me.

“Arrgh, yes my prince….” I pressed my palm on his chest, while he rode me slowly continuously.

When I opened my eyes, I loved that he kept staring at me, while thrusting deeper into me.

Fuck! This felt so good…

He slammed harder, and faster.

I stared back at him, hoping this never ends. I wanted him to always be soft this way, not bending me over a table and penetrating from behind.

He was big and thick in me, thrusting deeper like his life depended on it. His sweats dropped on my body, his flesh kept slamming against mine.

Fuck! Gods please, this is so sweet.

I moaned so loud that one must think the walls would collapse. The more I pressed my palms against his chest, he fastened it, claiming me like it was his meal.

“Yes, like that. I love it, I swear.” Tears welled in my eyes, and I hoped that he could tell him how much I wanted this. “My prince, take me whole, hard…oh yes.” I gritted my teeth as contraction slammed my lower abdomen.

My face was covered in sweat. I widened my eyes, gasping for air as my whole body began quivering under him.

“Oh f**k me hard. Yes please….”

He rested his forehead on mine, groaning softly while still riding in on me. “You got some sweet pùssy. My kyrennei is quiet and I love that.”

His Kyrennei? The creature that feeds on blood?

Oh, that's not my business. I was cumming hard again…

“My prince…”

“Shut it and just c*m again and again.” he snapped at me and thrust harder.

I panted, nodding, “Yes my prince. Make me c*m again and again.”

He kissed me hard like he was draining my energy, but I loved it. I responded, savoring his lips, something that most females would always wish to taste.

Oh gods! This was so marvelous. I was cumming again.

I dug my toes into the foam, holding him tighter…

What's that?

Something warm….his semen swam in me.

Oh! A eunuch can't get pregnant.

His dìck trembled in me, but then he collapsed on my chest.

My heart sank into my belly. I shook his body heavily but he slipped onto the bed.

No! This can't happen now!!

He can't pass out on me.