My Lycan Demigod

18

HANSEL…

I was lost in thought, I didn't realise when the man standing before me tapped me on the shoulder…

“What has come over you? You're making me lose interest in this,” came the man's deep and hoarse voice.

Something stirred in me, and rage rose to my throat. I stood up, stared at him, and turned to head out of the room, but he shunned me in such a loud voice that my heart leap to my throat.

“If you don't do this, I will report you to the owners of this place. Didn't you demand more money, which I paid?”

He was becoming so irritating. The passion that had grown in me just minutes ago, that caused me to accept doing this, just vanished in a twinkle of an eye.

I turned to him, my face chiseled, “Unfortunately, I do not refund.”

“You must be out of your mind,” he snapped and dashed towards me.

He was going to draw attention, and that voice that I heard was making me lose my senses. What if it was truly Lord Aldric here to take courtesans to the Prince at this time? What if the Prince seeks my presence in the palace and does not find me?

I didn't let the man act, so I moved with the same energy he came towards me with, dragged him forward, and flung my body effortlessly to his back.

Before he realised what followed next, I smashed the base of his neck and watched him slump to the floor.

‘He won't be able to recognise me if we ever meet again. I will check out another pleasure house later.’ I thought while slowly opening the door.

Upon seeing no one along the hallway, I sneaked out of the room and began making my way out.

I planned to begin returning to the palace, but as I reached the exit that would lead to the balcony, I heard some women whispering to themselves…

‘That strange man showed up again, and none of our ladies could sate him,’ the one with short wavy hair narrated in a whisper. ‘I don't know what to do again. If we don't provide him with a courtesan that would satisfy him, he would end up burning down this building.’

I rolled my eyes. What strange man were they talking about?

I was certain that they all knew what their prince looked like before he was chained in the dark lava, so even if he showed up as a commoner, they should be able to tell that it was him.

Or does he wear a mask around?

‘But our ladies had always done a good job. Why is it different tonight? And who exactly is that man who seeks a lady and commands that she's blindfolded?’

My eyes snapped wide.

To the best of my knowledge, the courtesans brought to the prince were always blindfolded. If he was here for them, then why weren't they satisfying him?

Then it dawned on me. He would start going back to the palace for me, and I would surely not meet up with him.

I didn't think twice, I twitched towards the ladies and bowed to them, “My lady, could you offer me to the man?”

They stared at me with shock boldly written on their faces.

This could be risky. If the prince finds out I was the one brought to him, he could hurt me, but that was still better than him finding out I had left the palace.

If all the ladies in this brothel couldn't sate him this time, I would be the only one in his mind.

My eyes met one of the ladies, and she shook her head, “You only started today. How are you supposed to do the job? It would worsen matters for us…”

“Why not try me first?” I arched my brows at her, and she tilted her face high. “But, I must wear a mask. I do not need him to see my face.”

She folded her arms to her chest, “The ladies taken to him are always blindfolded.”

“You could still blindfold me and put the mask on me.” I injected, my adrenaline rushing all through my body.

I squeezed my dress with my sweaty fingers, looking back at her and waiting for her response.

She glanced at the other lady for some time and then led the way.

I followed her, my chest thumping harder, but this was the only way for me to save myself.

To think of it, why would the prince be here when the courtesans could be brought to his chamber? If he's blood hunting, then he isn't supposed to be here but in the woods. What business does he have with this pleasure house?

I entered a certain room with the lady, and she ordered that I be dressed up, and then someone was going to meet with Lord Aldric to tell him that another courtesan would be brought to them.

She said once, maybe speaking to herself, but I heard it clearly, "I'd love to know the founder of this brothel. That way, we could report certain customers to him or her.”

That statement picked up my interest, and I asked her, “What do you mean? You don't know the person you're working for?”

But she shook her head.

“I've not set eyes on the person for once; just the manager.”

If so, then it would be better not to come to this pleasure house again. What if something happens to me? What if they owe me some night?

After I was dressed in another long gown, more like a princess, they blindfolded me and put the mask I had demanded on me.

As they led me out, I feared they could hear my heartbeat racing faster. My belly stirred in anxiety.

I heard the creaking sound of the door before another palm took over me.

Lord Aldric…

The texture of his palm makes me wonder if he was truly a man that had handled swords for years.

I walked a few feet later, before he ordered me, just like he does to the other courtesans, “On all fours…”

My heart skipped at first, but I put myself together and crouched to my knees, staying in the same position the prince prefers when claiming me.

I stayed that way until I heard the sound of the door shutting. My heart flew to my chest, because I knew what followed.

I feared just one thing—to be recognised.

This was the only way for my absence in the palace to still be a secret. I knew so well that the prince won't pardon me if he finds out that I sneak out at night, so holding him back here was the best I could do.

Silence stretched in the room for what felt like eternity before I heard the sound of his cloak swaying on the floor.

He approached me. I heard him sniff. My belly twisted into a knot, then he grabbed my waist, his palm huge and rough on my skin.

I feared my chest would explode with how it pounded harder, and maybe if he heard the sound, he would recognise me.

He knew the scent of my musk. He could recall how my entrance welcomed him, and so I prayed he was deep in lust to not take note of all those.

By the time he yanked my dress towards my back, my soul left my body. My arms trembled, laid on the floor, air hung in my throat.

He didn't touch my fold like he does, because it wasn't me. He didn't lean towards my neck to inhale my scent like he always does; instead, he penetrated me with full force without warning, less concerned if I was hurt.

I concealed my lips with my palms to hold back my painful groans. His phallus was bigger than it had always been. And the worst? I felt as though I was being choked by some gravel in my fold.

My eyes tightened, teeth gnashed harder…

A low, menacing growl tore through the room, sending shivers all over my spine.

That was when I understood what was going on…

My Prince wasn't in his human form. He was penetrating me in his animalistic nature.