My Lycan Demigod

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HANSEL…

Along the way, I felt as though someone was speaking to me, but I saw no one around me. The voice kept ringing, telling me to hurry up, yet I couldn't get who that was and who was speaking, because the voice was faint, like someone in deep worry.

I glanced at my sides, to be sure there was someone who had been speaking to me, I even had to mention the prince, because I thought if he made himself invisible…yet to no avail.

Then it spoke again, this time more like a whisper and I forcefully turned to my left but still didn't see anyone.

“I'm not f*****g going insane here. I can't be hearing things.” I muttered, rubbing my index fingers in my ears to get out whatever it was in there. But it snapped in my brain again and again, followed by strong goosebumps that covered my whole body.

I froze at that spot, and my body hair stood. “This is serious. Is it an omen that something is wrong? Is the prince okay?”

I didn't think again but took off on my heels, even though the long robe was making it difficult to run faster. I didn't stop until I reached the prince's chamber and dashed in, but I went stiff when my eyes landed on his mother who had glanced back to see who it was.

The prince wore a flushed face the moment we saw each other, but seeing the guard whom he was bloodfeeding on, and then his mother…I knew nothing was right.

I stared at him steadily but was scared of thinking since her mother could also read minds. So, I only went straight to his table, picked up a piece of brown paper and his ink, then put down a few words there, ‘Claim that he isn't tasty and come for me. I'll control myself if I start craving for your touch.’

With a broad smile like nothing was happening, I reached out to lord Aldric and gave it to him, hoping that he understood it, then I began brewing his tea, trying to keep myself busy.

On it, I heard his command. And as I turned, his face was just so red.

“What are you trying to do?” Came the voice of his mother. “Are you done with the guard?”

He nodded, sparing her a heavy glare. “Am I supposed to die on him? His blood isn't tasty, so I'll wipe out the filthy taste with that of my eunuch.”

The woman's face twisted, “So, how did you know that your eunuch has tasty blood? How long have you been feeding on him?”

He turned to her violently, “Even before I brought him here. Now, does that answer your f*****g question as to why I'm obsessed with him? I bloodfeed from him, then claim him when he's aroused.”

The woman scoffed, “That could be why you haven't taken his life, because he tastes so good. Now, feed on him without pouring out your pheromones.”

Prince Lean said no word but pulled me closer to him. He looked me in the eyes and whispered, “I'm sorry, please hold onto it.”

I nodded and bared my neck. It's not like this was his first time feeding on me, and even if he doesn't pour in his pheromones, I'd still get aroused.

He dragged my flesh open and began drinking like this was his end. I stood immobile, swallowing the pains, battling to hold back the tears welling in my eyes.

I wanted him to drink as much as he wanted, just to clear the doubt his mother had about him, but it was damn painful, even though my hormones were swelling in me rapidly.

Minutes elapsed. I almost grabbed him to bend me over and f**k me, but his mother ordered…

“I see. You've been damn lucky since you returned.” She let out a sinister smile and made her way towards the door, but suddenly vanished through the thin air.

I swallowed loudly and fell into the prince's arms, feeling so weak, while he patted my back gently, mumbling what I couldn't even understand to my ears.

I stayed that way until my eyes slowly shut tight.

…

Only heaven knew how long I slept, but I woke up to find the room empty, and I was in my f*****g room too.

I tried to stand but my body was kinda heavy, so I quietly lay back on the bed, hoping to sleep off again. But I stayed there for hours and couldn't even think straight.

It was when a bright light shone in my face that I stood to check where it came from, then it happened that my window was open. I looked out through it, and faced the full moon.

“It's their full moon celebration. I wonder if the prince will be with them.” I giggled and started shutting the windows.

Still on it, my body began itching badly, in such a way that I couldn't resist the scratching.

I quickly shut the windows and went straight back to the bed, sat comfortably, licking my lips, swallowing my saliva while scratching consistently. I didn't realise how long I'd scratched myself until it started hurting.

“What? My skin is so red…” I grimaced, but still couldn't resist the scratching.

My body itched, and in time, I stripped and comfortably resumed the scratching.

“Am I sick? Did something happen to me? Why is it itching so much?” I scratched my thighs up to my waist, that was when I began noticing a sudden change in my system.

I felt like I was being roasted. It was so hot and irresistible.

My body began aching, and I couldn't even tell if it was pain or the desire to be touched. I looked down between my legs and took a deep gulp, but my lower belly stretched and I almost screamed out in pain.

I breathed out hastily, rubbing my palms all over my body. Shivers ran down my spine once, and then I was consumed by a strong desire to be taken.

Fuck! I was naked, and with how hot I felt, I was sure putting on my dresses wouldn't work.

A feeling I couldn't predict crawled into me and began creating a root. I gasped for air, trying to subside whatever was wrong with me, but rather the intensity increased.

My gods please! This can't be happening to me here.

I wasn't getting what was wrong, but all I craved was to feel a huge còck riding on me recklessly. I wanted a man beside me, one who would pull me into his arms.

Fuck! Oh gods…

I couldn't help but begin sobbing.

With how hot my body was, I rushed into the bathroom and threw myself into the filled bathtub.

I stayed there, hoping that the chilly water calmed me down, rather it awakened those hormones that were all asleep.

My breath came desperately, because I f*****g needed this. Nothing was helping, even as I twisted my toes and whined my hips.

Oh s**t! Tears dropped from my eyes and I couldn't even wipe them off.

I jumped out of the tub and began crawling back to my room on my knees. Just at the doorpost, I couldn't help it any longer.

The fire burning in me was beyond control, so I reached out to my hardened pink n*****s and began fondling them.

Hot saliva formed in my mouth. I shut and opened my eyes all at once.

Ouch! Oh gods please…

It was as though someone was fueling the rage of lust burning in me.

I went down to my pùssy and with all my fingers, I rubbed my swollen wet cunt, gasping to do more..

‘Yes! This doesn't feel too good but it's manageable.’ I licked my lips, stroking my labia and c**t pleasurably. I didn't even realize when I dipped my middle fingers into my hole and began thrusting continuously.

I tilted my head back, my cries of pleasure so soft and continuous. I penetrated myself vigorously, not even getting enough of it.

‘Oh, what's this f*****g feeling so suddenly? I want more. I want the prince. I want him to f**k me so hard.’ I cried in my thoughts, getting to my feet with my fingers still motioning in and out of me.

I needed no other one but him, to claim me like I had offended him.

But as I reached the door, someone banged heavily on it and I stepped back in shock.

The banging was continuous, followed by the husky voice of a man.

“That's not the prince. They can't see me this way.” I muttered and began going back to the bathroom. “Why was I even leaving? But I want him, oh gods. Please bring him to me.”

Yet the banging on the door didn't stop, and I felt it was more than one man knocking that heavily.

Amid pleasure, I was f*****g scared that they would break the door and catch me that way…But I still didn't dare to get my fingers off my damp entrance.

I rocked it deeper and faster, my legs spread apart, my body still burning with heat, sweat concealing my body.

I wasn't tired. I wanted more than my fingers.