My Lycan Demigod

19

PRINCE LEANDRO…

One thing I couldn't tell was what triggered my lycan to take over me. I had struggled as much as I could, fought it with my utmost strength, and my hope was as tiny as a thread after several females brought to me couldn't do a thing.

I was scared I was finally going to go mad this time, not until this female was brought to me.

The scent of her musk was unique. Unlike the other females, she still secreted juices even with my hard and reckless penetration.

I couldn't hear her groans like the others, and I didn't care. What mattered to me was just to be back to myself.

My flesh was rough and in its animalistic nature. I thrust continuously and harder into her with no relent.

She gave me what I needed. The pleasure my lycan sought, the feeling I thought was far away from me.

A low groan tore through my esophagus, domineering, possessing as I took her whole, penetrating deeper as though my life depended on her.

I heard her soft sobs, her painful low moans; they sounded familiar, but my primal instinct wouldn't let me concentrate. I was still fighting to get enough and take over my lycan, yet this creature was overwhelmed by the pleasure from this damp hole before us.

As I rode in, harder, vigorously, she cried softly, and I heard her deep swallow.

Who was she to bear this all? The other females almost went insane at how huge I was in them, how deeper and painful each of my thrusts was. But she took it all, her entrance so slick and slippery, her flesh wrapped around my phallus.

I didn't stop. I continued, claiming her, taking her from behind, until I was beginning to put myself together.

Still, amid the pains, she parted her legs for me, wider, so I could get a clearer view of her fold.

She was unique, like someone I knew, but I didn't care. What mattered was that I was beginning to recollect my senses.

Just as I took over my lycan, the creature groaned in pleasure, my maw faced the roof and thighsslammed against the female kneeling before me…then it went into slumber, a deep one.

I took her in my human form, claiming, but less painfully. I came harder all over her, rubbing my semen on every part of her fold to heal her…Then I let her go.

I faced the wall, stroking my dìck while she took slow but steady steps searching for the door, and then out of the room.

A heavy breath escaped my lips while I watched my semen splatter all over the ground, then Aldric walked in, his face flushed in excitement.

“Find out who she is,” was the first thing I said, because it meant a lot.

A female who tasted like my eunuch would be of great use to me, even if it meant placing her on a monthly salary just to always be available when needed.

“And why was she wearing a mask? The courtesans brought to me are only blindfolded.” I finally glanced at Aldric.

He licked his lips, “I will look into it and find out about her. But what exactly triggered your Lycan? It hadn't behaved this way before?”

I didn't know either, so how was I supposed to answer that question?

It was at midnight that I began having a headache, and I didn't even know it would be this serious. No matter how cruel I was, waking my eunuch at that time didn't make sense, which made me begin coming here.

“Arrange my appointment with the manager. I need to know how business has been going, and that could help find out who that last lady is.” Then I shoved my còck into my inner pant and stretched my robe. “Did I raise suspicion?”

Aldric, whose face revealed that something was going on, exhaled deeply, “The workers are contemplating who exactly you are.”

“They must not find out that I own here. Do whatever you can.” I said to him and threw my hands behind my back. “That being said, I wanted us to discuss my eunuch.”

I made my way to the chair and sat down, my legs crossed and arms on the armrest. “She sees in the dark, unlike humans, and could hear a whisper too. What is it you have found out about her?”

Aldric shook his head, “Nothing yet, but I'm still looking further. I also found out, but I didn't take it seriously.”

“She isn't a human,” I muttered and breathed out. What human would have the abilities of a paranormal being? “And, about my tattoo…”

Aldric came closer, as though I had brought up an important discussion. Well, he knew how important that tattoo was, that I always mentioned it…

“The witch doctor said one of us would die in the process of taking the tattoo, unless she is my mate, which I do not think will happen, because I do not need one. So, you have to bring that witch doctor so we can try to know her species, and then to know who exactly would die in the process.”

I paused, taking in fresh air, feeling so light from the meal I had just given my lycan.

“She is mysterious, and I have to take back that tattoo even if it means she dies in the process. If that tattoo is the reason she didn't die five years ago, then she would certainly be the one to die in the process, because I won't accept her as my mate if she becomes one.”

Aldric glanced at the door, and that caught my attention. I flicked my fingers towards it and it flew wide open, then he quickly checked to see if someone was eavesdropping on us…

“There's no one,” he said and shut the door. “But I had the feeling.”

A dirty smile curled on my lips as a fresh scent of blood passed through my nostrils. I inhaled harder, as if I was feeding on the host already.

“Why not feed on Hansel instead of hunting in the woods tonight?” Aldric pulled my attention.

He had a point. Feeding on her would be better, as I was tired of beginning patrolling in the woods already.

I stood up and let out a breath, “Remember to have the manager meet me, and find out about that female. I want him at the palace if possible.”

He bowed, and I led the way out of the room.

“Leaving me behind?” he asked, trailing behind me as we made our way out.

I shook my head, “Let's walk together. Hansel needs enough time to sleep, because she might get none after I feed on her.”

That being said, I hastened my steps so I could reach her chamber and sink my fang into her flesh.