My Lycan Demigod

32

HANSEL…

Five days later,

I couldn't breathe. My fingers curled and tangled on the bedsheet.

The more I struggled to get up, I was drawn deeper towards him.

Wasn't it ages since I saw him in my dream? He was more like a demon, his swords dripping blood and his jaw and mouth covered in blood.

His eyes were bloody, and around him were corpses of people that he had bloodfed.

I was hiding, but he had already seen me and was coming towards me.

No! He would suck me to death if he found me, but I couldn't even move. It was as though my feet were glued to the floor, and my flesh throbbing and calling for him to come feed on me.

I couldn't do this! I couldn't….

My eyes flew wide and I sat up on the bed forcefully.

‘What's that nightmare again? I hadn't had it for a long time.’ I thought and wiped my face. ‘Gods, I'm sweating this much? Is everything okay with him?’

I blinked and got down from the bed, panting like I had run a marathon. I didn't even care what I was putting on, but I left the room, heading to him.

My instinct kept telling me that everything wasn't alright with him. I heard him discussing with Lord Aldric that he would stay without blood hunting for days so they wouldn't find out he was the one behind the deaths of people in the clan.

Deep down, I knew it wasn't going to be possible, especially since he had insisted he wasn't feeding from me until I recuperated from the last time.

When I reached his room, it was locked up, and no matter how I knocked, I didn't hear his voice.

‘He's supposed to hear my voice if he's in here.’ I winced and turned immediately, going to meet with Lord Aldric.

The man was on his veranda when I finally reached his hut, and as though he knew why I was there, he didn't wait for me to start laying my complaint.

“I can't touch him. He's very dangerous and is blood hunting. He couldn't stay for five days without blood and is almost going feral. There's nothing I can do, because he won't even recognize me if I appear before him.”

Words hung on my lips but couldn't come out. What does he mean he was dangerous? Then it meant that his father and his officials would finally find out he had been the one behind all those deaths huh?

What if they execute him this time? Does he even deserve all those sufferings?

They made him this way, and they don't even care.

I gazed at Lord Aldric who was busy staring at the sky. He looked powerless and hopeless, but not me. I said nothing to him other than running out, and he didn't even call back for me.

Knowing that leaving through the gate would cause issues, I had to make use of the fence I had found out by myself. I jumped out of the palace and began running in the woods.

I only prayed for one thing, that my presence would not be a waste.

There was this amount of energy that overwhelmed me at a time when I felt that I was becoming weak. I never stopped running until I entered deeper into the woods, passing by a few bodies, and tracing him with them.

I didn't want to speak or call him out. What if there were people mounted in the woods to monitor him?

He was indeed committing murder and the penalty is somewhat heavy regardless of his position, but he did tell me why he was like this and I wouldn't forget.

At one time, a bloody scent hit my nostrils. I checked around and there were no corpses in that area, so I began tracing the scent.

‘But, why am I perceiving someone's scent? I know it's him, but I don't have a high sense of smell.’ I kept thinking, while sniffing and following the scent.

Like I thought, it truly belonged to him. I saw him, mighty and huge like a beast, fur covering all over, and claws dancing in the air.

He quickly turned and his bloody eyes shot me like a bullet.

‘Is it his Kyrennei? This isn't a lycan?’ I shook my head, stiffened at that spot, hoping that he would come for me. ‘My blood had saved you once. Is it too late? The other time, you were still in your senses. Will you still recognise me?’

My heart throbbed in my chest. I squeezed the trousers I was putting on, panting.

He strode closer, covered in blood, making me wonder how many people he had fed on already.

Wasn't there a way to stop this? It wasn't good in any way. It wasn't fun either, and I'm sure that he hated it too.

He was almost in his beastly form, just his face and head remaining for him to transform completely, something he's been dodging.

‘But, if he'd been bloodfeeding and is still like this, then it means this isn't the source of his healing. Or, is it because he stayed days without bloodfeeding?’

I was pulled out of my daze when I felt his rough palm on my wrist. He pulled me closer, growling. I didn't resist but bared my neck for him.

‘He didn't recognise me, which means he'd been controlled by his animalistic instinct.’

A loud cry tore through my lips as he sank his fangs into my flesh. I heard the sound of his throat bobbling as he drank from me like my blood was liquor.

He didn't stop, didn't fight it…nor did I. I lay on his fur body, pain coerced through my body.

If he were himself, he would try to see that I didn't feel the pain. But his beast wasn't like that, that animal was brutal.

The pain was so intense I almost gave up on my own life. It wasn't until I felt my pùssy wall contracting did I reflect that I wasn't going to die.

I wasn't feeling just the pain any longer, but the arousal that made me forget that he wasn't completely in his human form and I rocked my hips against his. I felt his hardened phallus too, but he was still busy feeding on my blood.

‘If he could just pull off so I could do this myself.’ I thought, breathing in harshly while hoping that he would get off me.

Instead, when he let go of my neck, he turned me around and pressed my shoulder until I knelt, presenting my back.

It didn't matter, provided we were going to be okay.

I pulled down my trousers to my knees and parted my legs, then began stroking my soaked cunt.

He didn't take it softly, but pushed his shaft into me once.

‘Oh gods, this is so rough…’ Like in the brothel, it was painful, but my arousal didn't let me feel it that much. His shaft was like it was covered in rough scales, each of his thrusts rough and domineering.

Still, I craved more. My swollen c**t throbbed so much I didn't stop rubbing my fingers against it as fast as I could.

He released a low grunt, his rough palm gripped my waist while he thrust deeply into me.

I bit my lower lip, gasping for more air, “Yes my prince.” I shut my eyes tight, not getting enough of it. “Yes, that way…..ahhhgh.”

He began riding faster in me.

Surprisingly, the rough feeling was going away, and I was slowly feeling the smoothness of his còck in me. With each move, I cried for more and he obeyed me, taking every word I spilled.

“Hard, hard, yes yes…” I gritted my teeth and patted my fingers on my core. “I love it. I love it. More please, I want more…”

He kept penetrating me vigorously, his flesh slamming against mine.

“Hansel!!!”

My eyes flew open. He got himself?

“My prince…” I responded, tears of pleasure and joy welled in my eyes. “Don't stop please.”

“I'm not stopping…” he whispered and pulled outta me.

My jaw dropped. What was he doing? I hadn't even climaxed once.

But he got hold of my hand and teleported us to his chamber.

I found myself sitting on his couch with my legs widened while he stood completely naked before me.

My lips dropped open. He looked so sexy and seductive that way.

It was my first time seeing what he looked like completely naked, and the sight was fascinating.

“Why did you do that? What if my beast didn't recognise you?” he said, his voice soft, but I knew he was scolding me.

I stared into his eyes and quickly lowered my face. He can't be caring towards me, when he is supposed to be selfish.

The man I saw on the first day I came here was handsomely devilish, like one who wouldn't wait to take a life.

He crouched closer to me and leaned closer, “I'm going to f**k you so much you can't walk for days.”

I chuckled instead of being scared…and just like that, he pulled me closer by my legs, his eyes pinned against mine.

He pushed in his shaft roughly, but I loved it so much that he began pounding on me with utmost strength. He penetrated deeper and harder, staring at my face, soft groans left his lips.

I bit my lower lip so hard, hoping that I could contain my moans.

As though he noticed what I was trying to do, he reached towards my c**t, flicking it with his thumb while banging my pùssy.

I gnashed my teeth and tilted my head to the side, “I'm f*****g cumming…”

My breath came desperately. I couldn't shut my lips but inhaled and exhaled rapidly.

“I'm cumming please….” I shut my eyes and swallowed deeply as my pùssy wall clenched and released frequently until I saw his còck covered in my whitish juices. “Oh, I want to c*m again…”

“You're going to climax until you become weak, and I won't stop,” he whispered and leaned his chest towards me, deepening his thrust while I threw my arms around him.