Chapter 570: When he climaxed, his beast seized the opportunity, and the shift began before he could stop it.
It wasn't until he felt the stretch of his hands—now a paw, claws elongating—that he realized what was happening. He fought it, clawing his way back, forcing the beast down before it could complete the full transformation. But he couldn't fully return to his male form, his beast already holding the upper hand. "Fine, we share her. You and I both, half-shift. Deal?" "Deal," his beast purred with satisfaction.
His already well-endowed manhood swelled further in size. But she was a Syren. His Syren.
Her body stretched to accommodate him, though the fit remained impossibly tight. They mashed her hypersensitive glands and overstimulated walls with even the barest of strokes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis young princess was wailing beneath him, her nails biting into his hand as another release ripped her to pieces.
They may have been in the deepest part of the woods, but her screams echoed through the trees so loudly he was certain they carried far beyond the forest's edge. And it satisfied his primal side greatly.
Until her walls clamped down on him so tight there was no space left to move. Yet he made shallow thrusts, his growls and grunts mingling with the sound of her cries as he sought his own release again. And when Daemonikai's release cagain, it annihilated him.
She wrung every last drop of his semen as he shuddered violently, uncontrollably, as though caught in the throes of a seizure...
Sparks danced behind his eyelids like fireworks, his vision dimming until it nearly faded to black.
Stories live now on galno☐☐☐☐☐ When his world finally cback into focus, he let out a slow, ragged breath, shifting back into his full male form.
Underneath him, his human treasure lay utterly still, her body spent, her breathing soft. She had lost consciousness.
GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI He lay beside his princess until she stirred. The sun dipped below the trees, painting the woods in shades of gold and crimson. He watched her eyelids flutter open. They lay so close, their noses nearly brushing.
"Hey..." he murmured, his fingers tracing a path through her hair. "Welcback." "Your Grace-" "Daemon," he corrected softly.
"Daemon." A small, pleased smile curved her lips. "Was I out for long?" He shook his head. "Come, let's get back. Night is falling." Daemonikai rose first, then helped her to her feet. His eyes fell to her naked body, to the faint red marks on her hips.
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She flushed, her hands darting up to cover her breasts as she glanced around at the shredded remnants of her clothing.
He slipped off his robe and draped it over her small shoulders. She m stamped slightly under its weight.
"It's so heavy," she whispered in surprise.
Daemonikai chuckled lightly and retrieved the robe. He pulled off this shirt, guiding her arms into the soft linen. "Better?"