My Lycan Demigod

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PRINCE LEANDRO…

The mountain was so quiet. I sat there alone, staring at the blue sky and how round the moon was.

I could hear the sounds of lycans groaning in pleasure, their flesh slamming against fleshes and the moans of females moaning for more.

Some females were in heat, in search of their mates in ruts. I was there alone as usual, never went in rut, and wasn't hoping to. All I wanted was to watch the moon until it disappeared, then I could return to the palace, because I wasn't risking my life to bloodfeed under the full moon.

Time continued ticking, while I waited for that night to end already…but something became so strange. My sense of smell heightened, I felt so weird.

I grew that urge to mark my territory with my mate in heat, the desire to claim what belonged to me overwhelmed me.

A lump formed in my throat but I slowly swallowed it back, my fingers scratched on the floor.

I could inhale the scent of several pùssy holes, but none was satisfying. It was as though I were in search of a particular pùssy and that awakened my lycan that had been quiet for a long time.

Before I knew it, I was already on my feet, leaving the mountain. My steps faster, my breath desperately in search of that female in heat.

I hadn't longed for this before. Why should I be searching for some female when I could easily have her? But I really didn't want to lose her…I didn't want to have another man claim her before I did, so I couldn't stop roaming around the woods, in search of that strong scent in heat.

It reached a point where I let my lycan instinct take over me as we searched for that one female. I glanced down at my groin and let out a loud hiss.

The pain of not teleporting because I needed to trail that scent. How hard I was and the rate at which I desired to bond with someone despite how I hated it.

In the next few minutes, I found myself standing at a familiar doorpost. My heartbeat skyrocketed, yet I comported myself.

I glanced at the sides to see the men in rut, waiting for the female who was moaning in heat…

‘This can't be possible. She can't be in heat.’ I thought to myself, still figuring out what to do.

The least I came up with was to wipe the memories of the men and have the particular chamber covered with a barrier only me can break, then I stepped into the room and shut it hard.

Her cries for more resounded in my ears. I followed the sound to the bathroom to see her sitting there, fingerfucking herself like she had no hope.

She was covered in sweat, completely nude.

‘Mate! She's my mate!!’ My lycan stirred before releasing a whimper. ‘My mate is in heat.’

But how was that possible? How could she be my mate?

Was she a syren or a paranormal being? I didn't want a mate, and the plan was to unalive that female in heat calling for me.

Now that she's the one, how do I do it? What should I do with her?

She smelled my presence and rushed towards me, her eyes pleading to be knotted, her skin craving my touch.

I thought of no other thing at that point, so I raised her into my arms effortlessly and strode to the bed.

‘You can't know that we are mates.’ I said in my mind, and I meant it, because that was the only way for her to be alive beside me.

But why would that hell of a goddess do this? How could a female who looked like my dead mate end up as my mate now? Wasn't that insane of her to do?

Even as I thought about all that, I was already making way into her entrance. She was f*****g wet, and her pùssy wall had dilated…so it thrust with utmost vigor, while she moaned repeatedly under me, her left leg on my shoulder, and her fingers twisting the bed cover.

My lycan let out a satisfying grunt. The pleasure of knotting with your mate when in rut…

“Oh yes my prince. I want more, yes more of you.” She cried aloud and shut her eyes tight. I knew she savored the feeling, with how fast her breathing was.

As she opened her eyes and met mine, I thrust deeper until the length of my còck was in her. I titled my head back, groaning softly while rocking my hip hard against hers.

“You're f*****g dripping so much. I don't f*****g want to stop.” I let down her leg, my fingers on her waist as I fastened the pace. “I love your f*****g pùssy. C'mon, you gotta moan so loud for me.”

I couldn't stand the sweetness that grew in me as I stripped before her very face. I pulled outta her and made her kneel, giving me her back, then I penetrated again and she threw her loosened hair backwards with soft cries of pleasure following.

She widened her legs for me, sparing me a glance, “f**k me hard. That way….yes, oh f*****g yes.” She released a deep breath and parted her legs more. “Please don't get out your dìck. Just keep f*****g me until I tell you to stop.”

I wasn't planning to stop because she would have me in her for hours and would still want more. The foaming sound of each thrust made so much sense and I didn't stop staring at her whitish juices that had covered my entire hardness.

I banged her harder from behind until I had her lie on her side and I claimed her again from behind.

“Oh gods, I'm cumming. It's so hot and I love it.” She grabbed her right leg, raising it higher and creating spaces to fasten the marathon.

I held her thigh tight, grunting lowly as I f****d her harder and faster.

“Ahhgh, ouchhh…oh f**k, f**k f**k…” she cried, shutting her eyes as contraction hit her first. “Oh gods please, I f*****g love this. I want more, hard please.”

And I was cumming too, but I knew this wouldn't end already.

As her juices dripped onto the sheets, mine swam into her, yet I resumed, and this time, I stroked her swollen c**t alongside.

She gasped for breath, her eyes pinned on my face while she talked gibberish to the sweetness turning to shivers all over her.

I continued stroking her c**t until her wetness covered my fingers. She moaned so loudly like she had lost control and I didn't want her to stop.

With all my strength, I pounded her honeypot consistently without a pause, then I carefully pulled out and slapped her c**t gently with my còck.

She sat up, her fingers already down there, "Don't leave, please.”

But I wasn't leaving. We were in this together and we needed to calm it all, so I laid with my back on the bed and ordered her to get on top.

She grabbed my shaft and carefully slid it into her damp hole, then I began rocking her from under. She placed her palms on my belly, her lips gapping while I thrust in and out of her constantly.

I held her waist, slamming it on my thighs, watching her boobs bounce repeatedly

“This is so sweet. I love it like this.” She mumbled and began flicking her throbbing c**t and licking her lips.