My Lycan Demigod

13

HANSEL…

Wasn't that prince merciful?

If it were the humans, they wouldn't care about the excuses I give and would execute me in the presence of other masses. But he had spared my life, but wouldn't pay me a dime.

It was kinda painful to work and not get paid, but nothing was more painful than being dead, because only the dead lose.

As I reached the bathroom entrance, I halted midstep, and an idea popped into my mind.

Although they gave me shelter, clothing, and food, I also needed money, so it would be best if I sought another means to earn.

A day ago, I overheard some female servants discussing a pleasure house. If I work there at night as a lady, by serving drinks to people only, won't I get paid? I could also be a cleaner there to add to my daily pay or wages.

The thought of it brightened my mood, and I walked into the bathroom. I had refused the servants preparing my bathing water because of my identity, since I wasn't dressed up as a male, so I did it myself.

‘I would first go check out the pleasure house and know how it is being run. Thanks to my skills, I could jump through a high fence and not get a scratch.’ I thought and grinned widely.

Four years ago, Merchant Halvard had questioned me as to how I got all those skills like a warrior, but I couldn't tell. I could handle a gun, an arrow, a sword, and was still good at fighting.

It stunned me because, as a lady, I wasn't expected to have any of those skills as a human, but I had never thought much about myself because I could still recall nothing.

The bathroom smelled of s*x. His dìck flashed through my mind, how huge it was, covered in veins.

Last night was heaven on earth. It made me understand why some ladies run after some males.

He had handled me so roughly until I passed out and woke up again, yet I still craved him. But surprisingly, I didn't feel sore or whatever.

While I filled the bathtub, my mind went straight to him….

“He's so powerful. I don't think he's a mortal; if not, he couldn't have passed through that locked door.” I sighed, wanting to take in another water into the bowl when it slipped through my fingers and landed on the ground.

I bent over to take it when the image of myself last night hit my mind again. Hot saliva formed in my mouth.

He had bent me over and f****d my hole until it cried for him. I bit my lower lip and then picked up the bowl.

My eyes went straight to my n*****s that prickled me, and I licked my lips. For the first time, I felt like a woman, and now I know how useful my cunt was.

He could have taken my n*****s into his mouth and sucked them so hard until they hurt…

Gosh! I tightened my thighs against the other, trying to suppress the tingling in my cunt.

My fold was messed up. I was already wet and could feel the coldness on my skin.

I gasped, my eyes following the rising and falling of my chest, until I couldn't help but squeeze my boobs. I massaged my hardened pink n*****s softly, soft breaths leaving through my lips.

Just that way…I continued, fondling my t**s hungrily, trying to get my tongue to roll on them.

The pleasure hit me like a blow to my pelvis, and my adrenaline rushed towards my chest.

Oh gods! I shut my eyes, biting my lips softly while pressing on my boobs with so much lust. My cunt squeezed and released continuously. I parted my legs so wide, and the scent of my musk slammed my nostrils like a hit.

Fuck! Oh gods…

I threw my fingers between my thighs, rubbing on my labia roughly. I found my throbbing cunt and stroked it hard and fast, my breath hung in my throat as I relieved myself. My juices covered my palms while I rubbed my four fingers hard against my swollen flesh.

My breath came desperately while I made my way into my entrance. I dug my two fingers into my hole and slid in and out recklessly.

I didn't stop. I didn't want to.

I could only imagine him before me, watching as I f****d myself so harshly, like my body meant nothing.

Soft cries left my lips, and I hoped no one ever heard me.

I imagined his face, filled with desire, and his còck replacing my fingers and thrusting hard in me until I convulsed under him.

My lips dropped agape, seeking air. I shut my eyes so tight that I could only imagine him and no one else.

“Oh yeah, f**k me please….” My voice was so low and demanding. “Yes, my prince. Yes, please.”

I gnashed my teeth as contraction slammed my pùssy walls in response.

My legs quivered while I forced my fingers deeper into myself. I twisted my fingers in me, hoping to get the f**k that was making me tremble in pleasure.

I tilted my head back, my hair resting on my back…

Shit! My eyes flew wide as the highest bid of climax took over me. I kept twisting my fingers in there, continuously and hungrily.

My body was covered in sweat, and I even tasted how salty it was. My palm was covered in my milky juices.

I slid my third finger into my hole and fastened the pace of my thrust, still quivering in my touch…not until I felt something leave me, maybe my soul, or whatever.

But I was seated on the floor, breathing heavily with no strength left in me.

I pulled out my fingers and rubbed them on my labia, sighing heavily.

…

Moments later, I was dressed up and was heading to the crown prince's chamber. As I reached, about to move into the hallway, I stumbled upon a lady, dressed in royalty, with female servants lined up behind her.

My eyes locked against hers, and just by her looks, I didn't need to be told she was the prince's sister. They had the same looks with slight differences.

“My Princess.” I bowed respectfully, waiting for them to pass by me before I continued my journey, but I felt someone standing before me, and that was the fabric of her dress swaying on the ground.

I raised my head, but made sure to dodge her eyes, “I am here to see the Supreme Prince.” I said without being asked, because I guessed that was why she stared at me like she had seen a ghost.

She nodded, “I see. You are his eunuch.”

“Yes, my Princess.”

“My name is Chloe. What about you?” She closed the distance between us.

Again, gods, please don't let this happen. She can't fall for me, heavens please.

“You're not speaking…”

“I'm Hansel, my Princess,” I answered, my heart already sunk into my belly. “The Prince should be waiting for me now. I'd like to go.”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Alright, but I'd like to have some time with you after work,” and she turned and started leaving.

Why? I am an eunuch for crying out loud.

Are they expecting me to quit my job if I were a man and marry them, or what?

I watched as they disappeared, my blood boiling in fear, and I hastened to the prince's chamber.

“Your Supreme Highness, this is Hansel.”

The door opened and I walked in. I was late, so I didn't need to be told to go on my knees.

His voice came, commanding, filled with power, “You aren't kneeling because you showed up late, but because you're about to deceive my sister, right?”

My brows creased. What was he saying? I didn't approach his sister.

“Eunuchs in the lycan clan could get married. They fall in love, and then resign, so they are not like humans who stay celibate until the end of the world,” he went further to explain. “So, you must stay away from my sister no matter what. You had better be careful not to deceive any of my family.”

What then happens to him, ordering his family to stay away from me? If I disobey his sister's order or do not allow her presence, will he take my side?

It didn't make sense. How would an eunuch be allowed to marry?