The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 332. WATCH OUT FOR THE LITTLE ORANGE ONE! NARRATOR His boots crunched, crushing lots of his new friends, and warning hisses sounded everywhere. While he set the boat in motion, standing, steady, pushing off the muddy bottom with the oars-he felt movement against the leather. His tall boots helped a lot and blocked most of the attacks, but a few bolder ones jumped to bite him above the pants. Fenrir didn't stop the chase. His strong biceps bulged with the vigorous strokes of the oars. He looked like a psycho stalker out for revenge. And the worst part was what he planned to do.

His wolf stirred his Selenic magic to counter the venoms trying to seep into his blood. All of a sudden, a sharp hiss sounded and one of the snakes sprang high, latching onto the upper thigh, way too close to his balls. Fenrir looked down at once, catching the flash of orange on the ---- reptile's body, black stripes rippling in the air. He let out a sigh of relief when he realized it missed. "Baby, this dick already has an owner; go find yourself another male." He pried it off as best he could, the damn thing was clamped on tight, then tossed it onto the pile.

"Gale, we better hurry or we're about to get the deadly blowjob..." Gale was left speechless. The stuff his counterpart came up with was unreal. The same thing the male ahead of them found out. He'd been sure he'd removed any chance of a pursuit. So he was way too shocked to hear the sound of a nearby boat. The fog and the dark night were so thick he couldn't see clearly. But suddenly a whistle sliced the air, and something cold smacked him in the face as he turned to look that way. PAF! The "projectile" hit his cheek and he ducked, stopping the oars, only to realize it was a live snake!

Its fangs had been drained of venom a moment ago, but it still ---- lunged at him in anger. He was immune to almost all these simple venoms anyway, being born in the swamp. But he hadn't counted on the rain of reptiles that fell on him! "What the hell is this?!" he roared, stunned. What kind of lunatic threw snakes like stones in the middle of a dark lagoon?! PAF! PAF! PAF!

They hit his face and neck, got tangled in his hair, slipped down his shirt, and if he opened his mouth too wide, he risked getting kissed." He made the huge mistake of freezing, not rowing, and that's when the worst predator caught up. By the time he registered the problem, it was already beside him. "It was you, lycan!" Dago's eyes met a pair that were red, lupine, and full of danger. Claws flashed out in a blur, seizing his shirt collar in a tight grip. "Since you like those critters so much, here, have them back, idiot!" Fenrir roared, hauling him up.

---- With a shout and a neat arc, the male's body flew through the air and splashed into the swamp's murky water. Fenrir didn't waste a second and leapt onto Dago's skiff, clearing it of every last stowaway. "Watch out for the little orange one with stripes... she likes to give oral!" He even had the nerve to shout that at the guy while stealing his boat and blasting off full speed, leaving him tangled in his own trap "Trying to pull tricks on me... survival was when my sister made us play with Laziel," Fenrir snorted, trying to see which way to go now.

Everything looked the same in this damned place. Weird sounds came from everywhere. The dark, stinking water bubbled, and it felt like evil eyes were staring up from the depths. It was hard to orient himself, and the swamp's intense smells made getting a clear trail even harder. But there was something Fenrir would recognize anywhere, because it tugged on his blood and his soul. ---- "In that direction, | feel Mom's magic!" his wolf gave him the best news yet. His sweet mother must've done something to help him win. So Fenrir plunged through the massive roots and the swamp's tangled forest.

He was heading straight for victory; one way or another, he would win, because walking off hand in hand with that big-titted brunette was not an option Now he loved redheads... HIS redhead. Once he had her in his arms again, he'd do worse to her than what the little orange striped one had wanted to do to him inside his pants. Rowing and rowing, his boots soon landed on the shore of another isolated island. No one was waiting, no trap seemed in sight. Everything was quiet... suspiciously quiet.

"Watch yourself, Fenrir, something's off here," his animal instinct warned him, and that almost never failed.