My Lycan Demigod

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PRINCE LEANDRO…

For five years, I had done really well when it came to hiding all night and feeding on the blood of people. I didn't care if they were my people… in fact, it was my way of paying them back in folds what they caused me in the past.

They executed my mate. I got chained in the dark lava for over two millennia, yet they expected me to be the demigod they knew?

I was now the demon that fed and survived on his people's blood.

My Kyrennei and lycan had lost their sanity in these two thousand years of being chained in the lava. My wolf hadn't even healed from the pain and trauma.

To them, I survived. But I was like a walking dead.

Each night, I parade around the clan, feeding on anyone I stumble upon in the woods. No one ever saw me, I made myself invisible with my powers. And whoever managed to see me never lived to tell what they saw.

That was the life I had been living for five years—like a demon, a predator, in pain, traumatised, always in agony…

But this human was seeing me.

No! He didn't seem like a human. How would a human have the inner sight ability? Only werewolves and lycans had that.

He was none, yet not a human.

Not a vampire, a succubi, or a fox…

Yet he smelled so nourishing. If I fed on him, I would be satisfied and return to my chamber.

But there was something about him that made killing him first interesting.

I snapped his neck to the side, commanding the magic dark aura within my fingers. All I craved was to watch him slump to the floor so I would suck him dry. He had that strong scent and I wouldn't want him leaving my grasp because he died while I fed on his blood.

He choked, eyes widening in terror.

I cherished that look on his face; that terrified expression. Blood drained from his face while I kept invoking the magic dark aura at him.

“Please…”

My face darkened. How dare he say that word?

I'd taught the people around me never to beg.

The moment you fall into my trap, lose hope of your survival.

“I beg you…”

That voice came again, filled with pity, with tension.

I was supposed to increase my aura towards him, yet I found myself dropping him to the floor.

Bile rose to my throat. What the f**k just came over me?

How dare I let him leave? He just saw me suck that man to death and shouldn't survive.

On the floor, he kept coughing, spitting, but I didn't care.

I only wanted to do one more thing; to strike him with lightning and watch him pass on in a second.

My belly churned in anger and I raised my hand, counting on the dark powers of magic, ready to hit his neck hard and watch him struggle for his life…

But my Kyrennei snapped in me and my muscles tensed.

Hot saliva formed in my mouth. I nibbled my bottom lip, trying to put control of myself and be done with my plan…yet it stirred so much as though it was ready to crawl out of me.

‘I can't transform. I can't.’ I reminded myself.

The day I transform into either my lycan, werewolf or Kyrennei, I would go feral. And to stop this from happening, I fed on blood to keep it down.

Here…just here, something weird was happening to me.

My kyrennei hadn't stirred in me like this unless it craved blood so much…and which I had gotten enough to sustain it for some time.

I stared at the limp male sitting weak on the floor, his hands still massaging his throat…

‘Strike!’ my instinct snapped at me, but my Kyrennei released a menacing growl through me, the male jerked to his feet ready to escape.

Never! I can't let him live.

I got lost for a moment, ready to do whatever it meant to take his life…but something happened, one I hadn't witnessed since I came out of the lava.

My Kyrennei took over me.

I fought. I struggled.

With all my might, I wanted to set myself free—to take over this creature…But I couldn't.

And just then, I found myself pulling this male who had gone to his knees by my strong aura. I dragged him to his feet, my head leaning towards his neck.

Blood. His blood bore a unique scent.

I craved it so much I needed it for my lifetime.

As my fang dug into his skin, he groaned aloud in pain…

“Please, let me go.”

I will never. I wanted this blood…more and more.

I fed on him like he was a meal. The flavor of his blood clung to my throat.

Foolish goddess! What in the name of gods the humans serve was added to this man's blood? Why does it taste so different?

I had never tasted such blood in these five years. None had made me long for more like this one.

He kept wincing, his voice becoming louder.

If I hadn't surrounded us with a soundproof, then someone could have come after us.

In the past, it would have been something to be happy about, that I got some new prey. But now, I needed no other than him…just him until his blood was finished.

No matter how the mortal part of me wanted to resist, my Kyrennei won, pushing us to get more and more, and I obeyed.

‘I have to suck you to death.’ I thought, my claws searching for the nerve of his neck…but a strong feeling hit me hard like a blow.

At first, I ignored it, but the tingling sensation didn't stop.

My erection hardened. I rocked my hips against him, my fangs still dug into his flesh.

Foolish goddess! What is happening?

On a normal basis, I was supposed to get aroused whenever I fed on anyone's blood. But for five years, I hadn't had that feeling.

I suck on their blood, and instead of getting aroused, my prey ends up dying…so I got used to it and enjoyed their death while I fed on them.

How on earth was I supposed to believe that feeding on this male was arousing me?

When I thought it was going to stop, the feeling kept increasing. My Kyreennei pulled off and this male fell to his knees before me, panting…

‘He isn't dead. So weird. How did it happen?’

I was so shocked I wanted to believe I was in my imaginary world.

But this male was still breathing before me, his fingers looking for traces of my bite which I already sealed.

He raised his lashes and met my eyes, his breath came through his lips…

The f**k!

I inhaled a strong scent of a female musk…not just his blood this time.

I looked around us, to be sure there was no one in hiding…

‘What in the name of that foolish moon goddess is happening?’ I wiped my bloody lips and looked down at my erection, struggling to exit my panties.

Not like I don't f**k men…he was beautiful enough to play the role of a woman.

But a lot still baffled me…

What creature was he? Why does his blood taste so good? And who the f**k is he to awaken my erection just so easily like this?

He is a man, but I could perceive the scent of a female's dampness.

What was going on?

The more I stared at him, I craved to penetrate him until I climaxed.

I hadn't gotten an erection through bloodfeeding, so I couldn't wait to satisfy my Kyrennei’s s****l urge.

And he was still alive, gazing back at me weakly.

Holy s**t!

My fingers made way as I untied my robe. My whole body quivered to have my hardened shaft thrust into him.

If only I could find that damped pùssy…I would love to bury my face in it until I was out of breath.

The more I inhaled that pùssy scent, my shaft trembled in lust.

I loosened my robe, exposing my hardness.

My palm wrapped around it and I stroked it casually, heavy breaths leaving through my lips.

Gosh! I needed to f**k this male so hard. I didn't care if he was weak, or if he would die in the process. So long as I get the satisfaction that I had waited for all these five years, I'd be okay.

But he shook his head at me, struggling to get to his feet.

The hell! He was telling me what to do?

I get what I want, anyhow, anywhere, and when I want them…

It's him I yearn for at this moment, and I was going to strip him, bend him over, and penetrate him so hard until his ass burst.