My Lycan Demigod

20

HANSEL…

Overwhelmed with a sudden energy, I ran as fast as I could back to the palace so I would be done before their return. I changed back into my robe before jumping through the palace fence.

As I reached my chamber, I washed up immediately, having the makeup I had put on off my face. I also packed up my hair like in the days, then I lay on the bed, wearing my nightwear, pretending to be asleep.

Luckily, I dozed off so fast…

Deep asleep, I felt a tap on my back, only to meet him standing beside my bed.

He stared at me, as if searching for an answer to his inner questions. I prayed inwardly that he suspects nothing, but every thought vanished from my mind as soon as I saw his fang exposed.

My eyes landed on his claws, and there they were, seeking my flesh to tear apart.

I didn't see this coming. Was he trying to feed on my blood so he would know if the female at the pleasure house was truly me?

Before I could process what's next, he yanked me to my feet and buried his face on my neck.

Excruciating pain ran down my spine. A loud cry tore through my esophagus as he sank his fang into my flesh.

I could hear the sound of his throat, taking down my blood as if it were wine to him. He gripped me to himself, sucking on me without a pause.

This was the second time he was doing this, and I hated it with my last breath. I wanted to push him away, to take back my body and be myself…but something struck my lower abdomen so hard and intensely I groaned amid pain and lust.

Just like the first time, I felt that urge to get f****d by him.

My fold became drenched. My cunt tingled me so much I couldn't help but rock my hip against his hardened còck.

When I felt his tongue roll on my skin, I knew he was done.

I wanted him to spread my legs and bang me harder like I was nothing but a tool.

“My Prince…” I called out as he shoved me back to the bed. “My Prince, please…. don't leave.”

My pùssy clenched, seeking something to get hold of.

He glanced at me, just once, and then he dashed towards the door and out of my sight.

Just blood…he needed just blood.

But he was hard…he also needed this.

I sat on my bed, swallowed in pleasure, seeking solace in myself.

‘Maybe, this is for my own good. If he penetrates me now, won't he find out the similarity so easily? He's in his human form and would find out…’ I thought my breath came ragged and filled with tension.

Heaven please, I wanted this. My body was on fire.

To my greatest surprise, I had already recovered from the sore I got from his thrusts in the brothel, and I needed him now…in his human form.

But it was risky, so I gotta let it go…

I forced my body back onto the foam, hoping for the fire burning in me to calm….yet minutes elapsed, and it was more like it was fueled.

My body was drenched in sweat. I could feel the coldness between my thighs.

I bit my lower lip, tightening my legs together and digging my fingers into my palms, but a low grunt left my lips, and I knew this wouldn't be contained by me.

With my chest rising and falling to the fast race of my heart, I flipped down my trousers and spread my legs wider. My lips dropped open, seeking more air, while I pressed my cunt in hunger.

My belly rumbled as I pressed it continuously. The swollen lips called for me, and I began rubbing them rapidly.

I wasn't myself. This was the same way I felt that first night I met him, and I couldn't help but take his còck down my throat.

My fingers worked faster than my brain, stroking the lips on my fold and then my swollen c**t. The rage of lust that rose in my chest almost came forth through my throat. I didn't waste time flicking my c**t for so long and inserted my finger into my dampness.

Fuck! Oh gods!!

I curled my fingers upwards inside me, and thrust it continuously, my lips gapping, hot air leaving my lungs.

My breath came in desperate gasps. I wasn't getting enough of it, so I slid the second finger deep, thrust once in a curly move, and hit a spot that sent shivers down my body.

Yes, I got that spot. I needed more of it.

I fingerfucked my G-spot eagerly, fast and harder, maintaining the pace, breathing harshly.

I didn't care if someone watched me. I only hoped to get myself done for, or I wouldn't get that little sleep I needed.

As I pulled out my fingers, I thrust them back again and hit that exact spot continuously.

I gritted my teeth, watching as liquids splashed all over the bed, dripping through my finger onto the bed. I gasped in shock, unsure what that meant, but the feeling was top-notch, and I needed that again.

With just my fingers, I rocked my G-spot so hard again, and my legs trembled as the water splashed all over again.

My eyes grew wide. My breath hung in my throat.

I continued, filled with ecstasy, with utmost vigor, until I came hard into my palm.

My whole body slumped onto the bed, my eyes focused on the roof. I breathed rapidly like I was about to pass out, but my adrenaline was calm at that moment.

I didn't stand. I just lay there, so weak like I had taken on a heavy task…until I went into a deep sleep.

…

When I woke up, the sun had already risen, and I knew there was no time any longer. Yet, I rushed into the bathroom to freshen up, already aware of what my punishment would look like.

It was in the midst of bathing that I began recalling everything that had happened last night, and the conversation I had overheard from the prince and his right hand man.

My hand went still on my body, “So he owns that brothel and no one knows? But why is he hiding it? Will it affect his title?”

What if he established the brothel because of his situation of too much lust? If I didn't show up last night there, what could have been his fate?

It got me more worried than I thought.

Now that he wants to find out about me, what am I supposed to do? Won't staying back here cause me much trouble?

‘So I'm not a human?’ I slammed my palm on the water. ‘Then what am I? I've never seen those abilities as a problem. I thought they were normal.’

What will happen to me if they find out I wasn't human? And if they find out that I was the one from last night?

Then I recalled the tattoo. I wasn't his mate, so it meant my life was at stake.

After a while, I walked out of the bathroom and got fully dressed, ready to leave.

But first, I needed to meet with Lord Aldric. It was time I left their clan for my safety.

No matter how irresistible his dìck was, my life mattered most. I would find another man with a huge dìck like his and will begin living my life as a female.

But for now, I needed to leave before it was too late. The more I waste time around, the more my life was at stake.