Depth, depth and more depth. What was this mystical and ultra-strange place? It wasn't a realm. It couldn't be.

"This place is wet and dark with fresh creation," Juny speaks from my left, while Geraldine holds my elbow.

This place was a forest, with so much darkness, yet there was particular ambient light. The light did not have a source from a moon or a sun, but from our own perception. Like our imagination was filling in that part.

The forest was every shade of dark, with tiny fairy lights everywhere, and a gold and silver dust sparkling on everything, with a reverse-sparkle.

Between the shapeless trees, vines hang down, and the ground feels like a solid empty void.

We tentatively move forward.

"What do you think this place is?" Gerry whispers, her hearing still lost but her voiced concern is heard.

Juny and I shrug.

Who knows what this place is. It wasn't anything I had ever heard or read about, that's for sure. All we did was walk through Oni's mirror, so maybe this place was the reverse of the world, I could only guess...

We walk together side by side, careful not to get lost or engulfed by the strange depth of this place.

"It feels like a dream, doesn't it?" Juny reaches for the vines, and when she lightly touches one, we witness our first mistake. The vine itself starts to wrap around her arm like a snake, violently winding and pulling her toward one of the shapeless trees. Gerry and I grab her, trying to hold Juny back, but as we're jerked forward, more vines come into contact with us and grab our arms separately – pulling us toward other trees in the area "It's eating me alive!" Juny screams out in terror, and she's not wrong.

The tree starts to engulf her, but before she's a part of the trunk, she stops being absorbed, but she's very stuck.

The same happens to Geraldine and I. I am pulled into my own shapeless tree, firmly stuck in place like a trophy.

Gerry is the one that almost manages to escape, but without much luck, just as she's leaping out of contact with the first vice – she's tugged back by more triggered vines and is also stuck in one spot.

Nothing else happens. We don't start dying, or disintegrating, we're just stuck.

"It's a death trap, this place!" Juny still cries out in her horror.

Gerry also starts to sob with her fear, while the only way I can express my own terror is through my eyes. If I could cry out I would, but I just stare helplessly into the nothingness all around.

The moment our fear spikes high – three double red lights suddenly start to move about.

A laugh of demonic proportions, echoes through our dark and wet clearing.

Oni, Amon and Arma. Laughing together.

"Help!" Juny screams.

Her plea calls one of them forward.

Her Lycan steps out of the darkness and is bathed in imagined light, I see him as a dark midnight green, with red eyes, pointy ears and pointy teeth.

"Arma," Juny whimpers his name, as he just grins but does not help her.

"Precious little button," Arma speaks aggressively, but just those three words.

Meanwhile, around Geraldine's tree, Amon sneaks around it and into her vision abruptly, causing her to almost screech, but he places his hand over her mouth, keeping it inside, "Quiet, whore."

Don't touch her!! I want to scream it, but I can't talk!

The only one of us who can talk is Juny now, and she was being taunted by her own beast.

"It's impenetrable, Selene, because it's a place within my mind, which lacks the orientation which comes with a soul," Oni is last to step out of the nothing, the abyss and the void that this place was. He towers over my tree as he comes for me alone, fangs drooling with intent to possibly kill, he does look rather hungry and curious, both at the same time, "It's a free favour," he drools over my face, "You're safe from the devil here," Oni looks right at me, silent and unable to escape or even express my feelings.

My demon steps back into the imaginary light, and I see he's cut up, covered in blood – not his.

He fought Onyx off before entering.

"If you want out," Oni whispers, to us all, "You ask the demons nicely," Except I can't talk and he knows it.

"We're d-d-dead," Juny whimpers and her eyes catch mine.

I also feel an awful dread in my chest start to open and pour out like rotten old black wine.

Gerry looks just as hopeless.

It was that feeling you get in a night terror. Hopelessness and dread, the feeling like you're inevitably going to die, it was just a matter of when. Nothing can shake it, you can only feel it.

Nothing could remedy this feeling.

Except now it wasn't just a terror.

It was real.

I watch as Oni lifts a claw dripping with blood, and he raises it to my face – I assume to tease me.

However, he lets a drop of Onyx's blood touch my forehead – and it slips down my nose and across my cheek, unravelling the knot in my throat.

"Ask me nicely," Oni warns me, before I choose my words, I should choose carefully, "Your short life is in my hands, little witch."

"...we are not your enemy... you shouldn't kill us..." I whisper, "Do not treat us as a foe – may I see the man in you, Oni?"

Oni looks utterly offended, pulling his giant wolf head back.

I can see the rage swirling in his eyes – before it abruptly cools, and the air shifts.

I blink, but when I see again, he has changed.

Just not into a man.

He is Fae.

With black curling hair around his ears, upturned red eyes, longer and slightly sharper than usual canines – and upturned ears.

He's still a giant in stature, but he is Lycan and Fairy – he is rare, precious, beautiful, demonic and interesting.

I strangely feel like I could write poems about him. Or do art. Or I think of him in some of my photography. Oni is just so god damn fascinating to look at. No one could look so handsome, deadly and sweetly fae, all thrice at once.

My eyes search his.

"Fairy?" I guess, "So you are not a man after all."

"No soul in me," Oni reminds me, a whispered kiss, now reaching for my throat, and clasping it in his fingers to feel my heartbeat, "For someone faeted for such darkness – you have a natural soul inclined for heaven," he says it with a casual smile.

"Then help me," I ask, hopelessly.

"I already did."

"So this time, to be free of this tree-thing holding us in place, help requires payment?" I need clarity.

"Mmm, your pussy is all mine," Oni ignores my face all of a sudden – his eyes looking downward.

Over my breasts.

Lower.

They want to fuck us...?

It takes me a few moments to realise how serious he is.

"Oni, I don't want to do anything like that," I beg, shy and blushing. Oni hears me and immediately shifts from fae back to Lycan – becoming fully demonic again, his claws slash through the shapeless tree holding me hostage, and he digs me out.

I fall to his feet and crawl around him.

In the middle, I meet Juny and Gerry, both freed from their bonds by their own similar demons.

We sit back to back, holding hands as we look up at our three demonic captors.

"Please, no, no, no," Juny begs also.

Gerry screams when Amon takes even a small shuffle toward her, so he halts reaching for her.

The three Lycans pace around us instead, their red hellish eyes dragging over us, working out what to do with us.

"They are not slut-pups," Arma snarls at Amon and Oni, "Their fear isn't turning to wet pussy. They're just strange creatures. Useless meat."

"We're not useless," I blurt, terrified they'll eat us if we're seen as such.

"How so?" Oni keeps pacing, deeply amused.

I had no idea how to answer him.

So I don't.

I just lean harder back into my two best friends, part of me considering this is the moment we all die.

I close my eyes and I try to accept it. There was nothing we could do. Our nightmares had caught up with us. This was it.

I squeeze both Juny and Gerry's hands hard, and I let out a breath as I look down at the demon's feet, their blades sliding through the abyss-soil of this realm as they pace.

"We're not normal Lycans," Amon drawls.

"We walk alone," Arma adds a ferocious hint of menacing violence.

"...and we've never had sex with mortals," Oni admits, "Only ghosts. We won't touch you. We do not please you. You reject us – my father said we would be rejected. We would be alone. The hybrid demon-fae freaks. We don't belong to any pack. You girls don't belong to Earth and you're scared of Hell. So where do you belong?"

"Nowhere," I whimper it out, "We don't fit anywhere. And we do not reject you. We are not normal either – we know loneliness –"

"Shh, bitch, I'm talking," Oni shakes his head at me in disapproval, keeping in a greater snarl, "There is one more place you could live. It's called the Under. Witches live there, not as powerful as you – but your kind of women. Demons, lesser evil demons, lesser than us, also congregate there. There is an Academy too. A place you can learn your magic. A place you may belong," Oni admitting all this, ignites a flame in my heart.

Really?!

A place like that actually existed?

For witches?

Juny, Gerry and I all look up, there's new hope for us if that's all true.

"...that sounds amazing, Oni..." I whisper, making sure he finished his speech first, "So how do we get there, exactly?"

The Lycans stop pacing.

Oni catches my eye, and commands me unexpectedly, "I said shh... now bitch, turn around and put your ass up where I can see it. Come on... be a good girl for me."

Something in his natural and low growl makes me move right into action.

Without thinking of too many consequences, I simply obey as I turn around and bend over onto my elbows, my ass sticking out and up.

"You all have to die to get into the Under," Oni drools over my ass, his teeth snapping near the back of my head, so I lower my cheek closer to the ground – while his huge cock presses against my bathing suit, then slips past over my stomach, lying heavy through my legs, "The question is... do you want to die and descend as virgins? Or do you want to fuck hard first."

When I look up, Juny is on her butt, her eyes wide as Arma's cock swings close to her lips but doesn't touch.

"Give me your ass, bitch, don't drool over me like that and give me those eyes," Arma warns her. Juny is frozen in terror and awe, as Arma strokes his cock in front of her face, bearing his large fangs at her hesitation.

Gerry copies me instead, moving quickly.

Amon's claws swipe under her bathing suit, pulling back and snapping it open.

Leaning down, I watch in horror as Amon licks his long tongue straight across her backside, between – well, right over her pu –

Oni grabs back my attention when his Lycan teeth bite my neck – firm but not too firm – his lethally sharp fangs keep me right in place, as his cock pulses between my legs, and I wonder what that is, until I feel hot cum covering my tits, and I see it dripping into the dirt.

Oni lowers my head forward and makes me smell the fresh demon seed, while his claws rip off the remainder of my own bathing suit, which was already ruined.

I hadn't said anything verbally.

But I was already moving and squeezing my thighs over his hard shaft, moving my hips back, grinding on him, feeling how iron hard and hot he was.

I whimper when I smell his cum, and something does happen to my brain.

They're not slut-pups.

I didn't understand the term.

But the amount of images burning through my brain, the languid movement in my knees and joints, the sudden willingness to spread my legs open further, raising my ass higher, as Oni's teeth were holding me down... I think I'm one of them.

And I think this can't be good.

Maybe I had never experienced true insanity before.

But I was about to fall into a deep pit of it – an endless insatiable need.

My throat dries up, and swallowing doesn't help, I feel so dehydrated.

I feel the cum on my breasts, and I rub it in with both my hands.

When Oni takes his teeth from my nape, he lets out a demonic and low growl, along with the others.

"Should we fuck you, whore?" Oni drawls the question, "Or should I fuck you alone."

I misunderstand the question.

"Fuck me, Oni," I whisper it into the ground, truly embarrassed and ashamed. I check my best friends, glancing up at them. Juny is dripping in cum already, after Arma came over her own tits, and she is now turning around and getting on her hands and knees, her mouth shut. Gerry is leaning her ass back into Amon's tongue, still licking her pussy.

We're all enjoying this?

"First we take your innocence," Oni snarls quietly into my ear, "Then we decide if we keep you as sex slaves. You belong to demons anyway. Do you understand? We're fucking you to see if we get bored. But if we want more – you're getting fucked again... and again... and some more... our balls are loaded... and we're going to fill you witches full of this poison. So be a good girl, Selene, you slut. You'll take it all – and don't fucking complain about the implications of being our adorable little pets, or I'll just fuck you back into submission. Clear?"

Clear.

Juny expresses all our thoughts, vocal about it, shamelessly.

"I don't care anymore," Juny screams out, "Fuck me, Arma – ARGH!!"

Juny is the first to get a cock rammed into her.

My eyes bulge at how it happens and Gerry turns even more red in the face.

Juny's eyes roll into the back of her head, while she's trying to simultaneously crawl away in the dirt.

Pleasure and panic clearly collide at once.

No – nope! Actually –

Gerry and I both try to crawl away frantically, but all we manage is to grab eachother's hands again, before we're easily caught and dragged back – although this time our hands don't let go.

I hold Juny and Gerry, as they hold me and each other.

Lycan claws clasp around our waists or legs – pulling us backward toward their heavy cocks.

Oni's shaft now sits heavy across my entire back.

He's. So. Fucking. Huge.

"Where the fuck did you think you were going?" Oni's rhetorical question is both dark and truly menacing. He holds my right leg up off the ground, as his cock slaps across my pussy, then touches just the outside of my entrance. As Juny gets fucked hard, now letting out gasps and all kinds of moaning – I am both terrified and excited to be next.

Oni's hot cum spurts over my pussy and into it, causing me to whimper out at the heat.

Helping to wet the entrance and feeling my quivering pussy, Oni stretches it open for the first time as he pushes in.

When his cock enters my body – I understand Juny's reaction.

Holy.

Fuck.

I thought some part of this would be unbearably painful, but that couldn't be further from the truth.

Instead – fuck me, it felt like heaven.

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