My Lycan Demigod

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HANSEL…

The moment I saw him stroking his dìck, I knew nothing was alright. Catching his face again, only one person came to my mind, but I didn't want to believe that it was true.

I was dressed like a man, so how did he just think he could get that rod of his into my asshole? But when I tried to stand, dizziness hit my skull, and I staggered, only to fall into his hands again.

He grabbed my hair and yanked me closer to his waist. I had succumbed to my knees, and even if I didn't, he towered above me, and I looked so small before him.

My body itched. I hated what was about to happen.

Why the hell did I leave the others to this place? Who was this man to think he could do to me what he wants?

He stroked his dìck, and in the next minute, tried to fling me around so I could go on my knees.

No! Never!

If I let this happen, I would be exposing myself now. What if that lycan Lord comes searching for me, only to see me being f****d by some demon stranger here?

I quickly rolled away from his grasp but then got to my knees. I met his burning gaze, as though I had stepped on his feet and wasn't going to be forgiven.

Whoever he was, he seemed so dangerous, and he was one I can't escape from. The way he appeared before me still stunned me, and although I learnt that the lycans have magic powers, I never heard that they move in the air.

A dirty smile stretched his lips, then he pulled a long face, “Want to escape? Then it's gonna be fun…”

I shook my head. I wasn't planning to escape, but I only hoped he wasn't someone I thought of. I walked with my knees closer to him. My lashes fluttered as I looked up to him.

Gods! I hadn't done this before, but I was going to do this for the sake of my life.

The way he glared at me was just equal to dying, and my whole body trembled in fear. I didn't want to die here, nor do I want him to f**k my asshole.

He squatted, lowering his height, eyes pinned on my face, “Whoever meets me doesn't live to tell it. And I don't let you choose; rather, I make the choice myself. If you don't go on all fours, then I'm going to help you do it.”

This time, his eyes were more bloody than they had been.

When he was biting on my flesh, I noticed something stirred in me. I felt my panties damp as though something was leaking from my entrance, but I didn't want to think much about that.

Now he looked me straight in the eyes, and his bloody scent hit my nostrils again. I felt the same thing over and over again. For the first time, I felt as if I wanted to be touched by a man, but that would be extremely dangerous for someone like me who was in disguise.

I touched the exact place on my neck that he had dug his fangs into, and it was like nothing had happened.

He is a lycan, so how come he feeds on blood? Was he a vampire, too?

I shook my head, followed by a heavy smack across my face.

My eyes flew wide.

Gods! He thought I was refusing what he had said? How could I think of that when he had almost killed me minutes ago?

I spat out blood and then wiped my lips. Just the moment I tried to say something to him, I found myself moving around to give him my back.

No! I can't do this. But no matter how much I tried, he was controlling me with his powers like he had wanted to strangle me before.

Tears spilled down my cheeks. I hated everything, right from whatever it was that pushed me here.

I didn't want to sob—I hadn't done it before, and I knew if I did, he could find out that I was a female.

My lower body bent towards the floor, supported by my arms that rested on the ground. My legs went apart, so wide that I thought my inner pants had torn.

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks. I knew I was done for.

Does this mean all the lycans are into men, too? Or is he the lycan prince?

I only wished he were a stranger, but no matter who he was, my life was at stake in his hands.

My heart sank into my belly. I felt so lifeless at that point.

For the first time in five years, I shed tears, I felt pain, I craved to be touched by a man, and I was scared, too. These are things I didn't know lived in me; one I thought wasn't part of me.

But when I felt his hands on the fabric of my robe, something snapped in me. It was like a monster living in me, a surging heat enveloped me. I got immersed in a sudden strength I didn't know where it came from, and it was as if my brain was being controlled by this thing.

In seconds, I found myself kneeling again before him. I wasn't acting on my own will, but not under his spell like before. Rather, it was like something that lived in me was controlling my actions.

He stood, staring at me as I crouched closer to him. I wrapped my palms around his erect còck, and before I could get what was happening to me, I shoved it into my mouth.

To my greatest surprise, he didn't stop me; rather, he dug his fingers into my hair, supporting the pace of his dìck sliding in and out of my mouth.

He was so big and lengthy that it hit the back of my throat. I got choked more times than I could count, yet I didn't stop. He kept thrusting into my mouth like it was an asshole, so vigorous and domineering.

Low groans left his throat while he forced his phallus down my throat.

At a time, I got choked again, but the f**k….I didn't want this to stop.

At first, it was so insane, but now it was making sense. I wanted this more and more. His dìck had a sweet taste, and I loved the motion I was creating.

“Oh, you're taking me so hard…I f*****g love this,” he groaned and grabbed the back of my head, pushing in and out hungrily.

I felt something tingle in me, my blood rushed down to my pelvis, pulling an intense heat between my thighs.

The urge to get my hand under my robe…But I disregarded it. My pùssy was drenched by my dampness, something I hadn't noticed in me before.

I felt my n*****s harden, and I feared they would rip apart the bind I used on my chest.

Gods! What's this about? If I continue this, I could end up exposing my gender out of hunger to get his phallus into me.

Something between my legs kept throbbing, and I wanted to slap my fingers against it.

His dickcap continuously hit the back of my throat, and he didn't care if I still lived to take him in or not.

The pleasure that overwhelmed me was intense. My body began heating, and I wouldn't care to rip it off.

“Oh f**k! What male does this?” he groaned, and I felt his warmth down my throat.

He shoved it away from my mouth, panting while staring at me.

I didn't look away. I wanted to beg him…to f**k me for the first time.

A surging heat took over me, and my lower abdomen clenched in lust. I bit my lower lip, gazing back at him.

Why were his eyes turning to golden-yellow? It had been bloody?

But that wasn't as important as the immense feeling that grew in me.

My cunt tightened and released so many times that I lost count of them, but I did well to hide my clenched fingers behind me so he wouldn't find out what was happening to me.

He stroked his dìck before me and then covered it. Two steps closer to me, he yanked me up to my feet, awakening my adrenaline.

Was he going to kill me? Gods, please don't let this happen…

Just to see his face, I had to look up like I was looking up to the sky.

But why are demons so handsome?

He dug his claws into the flesh of my neck, and no matter how much I tried to scream amid pain, my voice wasn't heard.

My body concealed my sweat. I didn't know which feeling dwelt in me. The pain or the lust?

“You've done a great job, but I don't spare my prey,” he whispered, eyes turning bloody once more.

I feared what could happen; I didn't want to die. Yet he didn't stop hurting me.

He strangled my neck so hard and suddenly flung me to the floor forcefully.

I landed with a thud, my arm sprained because I could feel the pain already. I tried to roll over to the side but couldn't.

My vision began to blur. My breath came in short, desperate gasps.

I caught his eyes…he was still fuming, ready to strike me to death.

No way am I dying. I can't die when I haven't lived my life as a female.

I stretched my hand, my fingers scratched the floor…Then I happened to not see a thing again. Everywhere was dark. The strength that had swelled in me just seconds ago died down, and I felt myself in control again.

What happened to me? What is also happening now?

I didn't hear him move, nor did I see him.

My muscles tensed, and my breath hung in my throat. Darkness took hold of me, weakening all my joints like I had been beaten to pulp.

I hadn't experienced this before. I could still feel how wet I was underneath, but the feeling had died down, too.

It was just me, waiting to see the afterlife, because I had just gone blind and wasn't seeing anything.

My lips moved. I wanted to ask him to save me, but no word left my lips.

I heard the sound of the gong as though I were in the merchant's manor. Once. Twice. And I lost it.