My Lycan Demigod

7

HANSEL…

My mouth watered as I watched him penetrate that female deeper, like he owned her. He spanked her ass so hard and let out a soft groan, his head tilted backwards.

I tried to look away—to pretend I wasn't seeing anything, but my neck shifted back to stare at them. The sound of his flesh slamming against hers, her loud moans filled with pleasure—I hadn't seen this before.

It stirred something in me. I wanted to be the one who was getting f****d that way. This was my first time in five years seeing what it meant for two people of the opposite sexes to get intimate, and heaven knows how much my body reacted to it.

I licked my lips, my breath fastened. I wanted to shred my robe off my body and beg him to do this to me. He was so vigorous, taking every bit of this female like ever.

My palms clenched at my sides, my gaze pinned on them.

Normally, this was supposed to irritate me. Back at the merchant's manor, I hated seeing two people of the opposite s*x standing and chatting to themselves. I thought it wasn't right and they shouldn't do that unless they were in love with each other. But seeing this now, getting f****d by a man doesn't mean both are in love.

How the heck was a courtesan expected to fall for some Prince? They were clearly strangers to each other, yet they were relishing this moment they had together.

My eyes became watery. I really wanted to push that female away and take over her position. I felt how cold my panties had become by whatever it was that was making my cunt wet.

He spanked her ass again, his claws dug into her waist…. “Oh f*****g goddesss!!!” he growled and pulled out of her.

My lips dropped open, watching as he stroked his dìck…

Then his eyes met mine, his lips slightly open. My soul left my body, and the little pleasure that had summoned in me began dissipating.

Those eyes that stared at me were devouring. I couldn't predict what was wrong with him and what he wanted from me.

Fear gripped me….was he going to have me bend for him, too?

“Come here!!” came his voice, deep and authorising. “Make it quick…”

I hurried towards him, my heart leapt to my throat.

He raised his hand a bit and bent his index finger to face the floor….and I found myself kneeling, my heartbeat faster than I could control.

Why the f**k does he use his powers on someone?

He said nothing, just came closer to me…and in the next second, he was full down my throat. No words still came from him, just the hard thrust of his shaft in my mouth.

I choked up, but that didn't do a thing. I didn't know when, but my palms wrapped the end of his shaft while I took him hard and fast.

Gods! I shouldn't be doing this, but I've been craving it. It's not like I had a choice when he wanted me to, but at least I wasn't supposed to be savoring the taste of his phallus getting down my throat.

My lips did marvelous work, and his fingers held onto my skull like they meant a lot to him. He rocked his hips against my face, pushing harder into me, and I claimed it all.

I felt damp in my inner pants, my n****e tingling, sending waves of pleasure all through my body.

I f*****g longed for more at that point—to have him penetrate my wet fold so I could moan so loudly like this courtesan.

“Oh yes…” he ejaculated down my throat, and I didn't hesitate to swallow all of him and watch him pull out of me.

His breath came ragged, yet battling to return to normal.

As he left my sight, I got to my feet and wiped my lips. I thought it was my duty to take the lady out, but his right-hand man announced his presence at the doorpost…and in seconds, he grabbed the lady and reached out to the door.

There, he stopped and took a good look at me. It was as if he perceived what had happened, and I didn't f*****g care. He knew my true gender, so what does he expect?

A few minutes after he left, the prince gave me a task to conclude for him. When I was done, I made sure his dinner was set, and then I left.

Initially, I feared that he would order that I stay with him in his chamber, and if he had said so, I'd just pass out. Recalling that he was the man in my dreams was enough reason to be scared of him. What if he massacres me with his swords?

If only my foolish hormones could understand that we have no reason to crave for his dìck…

I reached my chamber, and female servants were preparing my bathing water. As I entered the bathroom, they bowed to me quickly.

One of them, the one with short wavy hair, had given me a kind of look that told a lot; the kind that Osha, my master's daughter, had given me the first day we met, and so I knew what followed.

But it baffled me because I was an eunuch and wasn't expected to fall for a female…or was theirs different?

I didn't dwell much on that, rather decided to lock up the doors and freshen up…that was when I heard someone call out my name….

“Lord Aldric?” I responded, peeking, and it was surely him.

He walked into my room and turned his back to me. I knew his presence wasn't in vain, so I waited patiently for him to break the news…

“What about I send you out of the clan and make up an excuse for the prince? If you agree, then I will begin making preparations to replace you before you leave. This is the only way for you to keep hiding your gender, or someday, he's gonna see that you have three holes, and not just one.”

A heavy sigh left my lips. Something in me was against that idea, whereas I was supposed to agree to it no matter what.

He then turned to face me, “Hansel, you are too beautiful for a man, and I'm certain that someday, his Supreme Highness will find out about it. But if you want to risk it…

“Can you give me time to think over it? It took me a long time to be here, so I should think about the pros and cons.” I cut him short.

He ran his tongue across his upper lip and shrugged his shoulders. “But, why should I believe that you know nothing about yourself?”

I lowered my gaze, “You could inquire more from the merchant. He was the one who found me, like he said. I only woke up to find myself in the hospital, and I have no memories of the past.”

He stood still, just staring at me for what felt like eternity, then he added…

“Get back to me in three days.”

He left without even looking back at me.

My fingers fondled my robe while I stared at the door. This is supposed to be my chance to leave, but why am I hesitating? There's nothing to think about here, yet I can't find myself leaving.