Depth was all it was.

Deep lust. Deep violent lust. A sprinkle of romance.

And an explosion in my blood.

My eyes have also rolled back into my head.

Juny, Gerry and I – we've all lost our innocence together, and we somehow meet together in a shadow-place, where we see eachothers eyes, and feel eachothers lust.

This. Was. Power.

Just as quickly as we see each other in some kind of ether-realm of our own making, we awaken to Oni's void-realm.

I am being fucked hard into the dirt, his dick pounds in, slides almost all the way back out, and slams all the way back in, stretching me completely.

I feel my pussy tensing and pulling him closer, refusing to let him go, and he uses that feeling to fuck me harder – forcing the climax inside me to grow exponentially. Before I can even anticiapite it, I'm burying my face into the dirt, hiding my moans, "Fuck... ah, ah, ah, Oni, no, ah, I can't – oh my god," I scream as Oni pushes in so far, his knot locks into my body. The feeling is like a lock and key. I look up, and the same thing has happened to my Luna Witches. They're being locked into, and I feel the hot release inside. He's dumping cum into my womb, huge amounts, "S-s-stop?" I beg, even though it's too late.

Oni pulls his hard cock out of my warm, wet and full pussy, and he doesn't step away.

Instead, I feel his hot, sharp teeth not just scrap my hip – but bite down.

He's going to fucking eat me.

I scream in pain and he releases quickly, while I pull away and black blood covers my hip – the wound fusing just as quickly as it was opened. A scar remains of the bite marks.

Oni has my blood on his teeth, as he stands above me, quivering in the void-soil, terrified but satisfied. There's blood between my legs from where he took my virginity, and that's what he notices, using his claws off his foot to press one of thighs to the side, into the soil, he stares down at my pussy, and he leans down to lick me clean.

I cover my face with my hands, blushing as he tastes the blood.

I am no longer and virgin, and he enjoyed tasting that.

He doesn't lick once or twice, he licks over my clit too, and I feel myside rising to another climax – but before I cum, Oni lifts his head, keeping me on edge.

He stands tall with Arma and Amon, who all assess us wriggling on the ground, trying to appear composed as we shut out legs and slowly sit up, using each other as support.

We lean on eachothers shoulders, panting and gulping saliva down our dry throats.

Juny and Gerry have been bitten also, I notice the scars.

"That was good pussy," Amon approves.

"I like you, button," Arma agrees, grinning down at Juny.

"He thinks I have a button nose," Juny explains in a whisper and a cut-up sigh, as she seems still overcome by her own climax.

"Mm, too good to over use," Oni growls out the final decision, looking me in the eyes, "Therefore, you'll not be our sex slaves – but we will call on you... when we're hungry for that crazy witch pussy. And you will all come to serve us then."

"...and the devil...?" I whisper, hardly believing they are going to let us free.

"We have tainted your purity and your value, and stripped your virginity – we own your souls. The demons will not want you anymore."

Oh. My... they... they helped us.

"You saved us from our fate with the demon army," I look to Oni with wide and adoring eyes, but he's already walking back into the dark.

"You're welcome, Selene," he was so well-mannered for a demon.

"But! T-thank you – how can – how can we thank you?"

As Oni is swallowed by the shadows, and the mark on my hip burns and sends a fire through my blood.

It pulses, then subsides.

"You'll know when we call. And you will not resist."

Ohhh... the mark. They could find us. We could find them.

"Goodbye, our heroes!" Juny swoons.

"Terrible, terrible, beasts," Gerry whispers, in denial of her own body shaking with waves of unreleased pleasure, "...I say good riddance... I think they lied anyway, they're not letting us go free –"

Just as she is speaking, a portal to freedom opens to our right, and she shuts her mouth.

Though we cannot see him, Oni advises us.

"Where do you wish to go?" Oni's voice echoes around the spaceless void, "Think of it. It will take you home. Belonging to us – as we are demons – in taking your innocence – your curses have unravelled. You are free..." with that, he leaves.

I feel his presence go, along with Arma and Amon.

"Girls. We need to go home-home," I speak to Gerry first, then Juny, and they both seem interested, by solemn. Their parents would not take them back, but mine would, "I will ask my parents to give us a chance, I have speech, Gerry, you have hearing, and Juny, you have your tongue, now calmed, we all have peace... there will be no more night terrors – we can sleep now, and be normal – we're are healed. And we're indebted to those kind demons, but we are free now too. We'll say the facility healed us and let us go. Come on, please agree to come with me. Let's go home. To my home. You are welcome. My sisters," I whisper that, knowing it is crossing a line if they do not welcome such a term. Juny's eyes widen, while Gerry lunges toward me and hugs me tight.

Juny scuttles in in, and we all embrace.

"Sisters," Geraldine cries, "I feel we are, not by blood, but my magic! Friendship."

"Luna Witches," Juny grins as she squeezes us tight, "Sisters!"

"BFFs, don't forget," I add.

I pull away first, laughing and smiling, I turn to the portal, I stand up and they follow, linking arms with me.

I think of home.

We were marked by Lycans, saved by demon-fae hybrids, but we were as free as we'd ever been.

****

7 days later

Did I forget to mention my parents were billionaires?

I was the youngest daughter of an elderly oil tycoon and his trophy wife, my older siblings had families and had moved out of home, and although my parents were hardly home, always travelling, home itself was a secluded mansion surrounded by acres of manicured gardens. And no scary forests.

Just a perfect property, always lit and always occupied by those taking care of it. It was a safe haven, and it was absolutely humongous.

It was like being a princess in the twenty first century.

I guess the lack of family contact had driven me mad too growing up, usually with nannies chasing me around and not knowing what to do when I lay awake thrashing from terrors of the night.

But now, I couldn't be happier to be alone back home – with my sisters.

And we're welcome, too!

Juny, Geraldine and I all have separate bedrooms, although we usually have sleepovers in each other's rooms. The butlers, Joplin and Seneca, provided us with anything we asked for, so you can imagine, tea parties, costumes, fashion, makeup – everything we had ever missed out on while being locked up, we drown in it, and I spoil my friends rotten.

Eventually we settle down and calm down, but we're inseparable.

Geraldine is watching a movie in my room, eating popcorn, while Juny puts on a fluffy pink dresses in the bathroom. She loves pink, pink everything, tons of makeup, crazy hair styles. Geraldine prefers pyjamas and a lazy at home feel. I'm kind of the opposite again, loving anything black, charcoal eyes, black lipstick, feeling as witchy as I can. Now I wear black stockings, and a short mini black dress with a white belt for contrast. I'm sitting on the ground floor by the large window overlooking the twilight, sunset and garden.

I don't know if I was desperate, but my mark has not been lighting up.

And I was always looking for shadows moving in the forest.

I wondered where our heroes were... Juny and Gerry often wondered too, but stopped asking a few days ago.

Perhaps they would never return.

Maybe our encounter with demons was just that – over.

"ARGH, no!" Geraldine lunges for the remote and turns off the television, after watching a horror movie, it got to the gory guts part – and she couldn't handle it, "Fuck that," she puts down her popcorn, looking a little green, "How do people watch this stuff?"

"You're such a baby," Juny makes fun of her from the bathroom, waltzing out in pink revealing lace-lingerie, stripper level high heels and nothing else. We both stare wide eyed.

"What are you wearing?" Geraldine asks, dry, "Are you going to fuck someone in the mansion?"

"I don't think any human could satisfy me," Juny whispers, hands on hips, "I'm just... attracting good vibes."

"Good... vibes?" I ask, trying not to laugh, "Like, good, holy, demon vibes? You need a priest."

"Um... speaking of... I know you're joking, but um... I may have called a priest to come tomorrow," Geraldine whispers, looking guilty, "I thought we should be exorcised – just in case, you know, that whole demon-episode, was like, a possession or delusion, or just not-real, and like a shared psychosis... because... I'm starting to think it never happened at all."

"Who's the priest?" I ask, ignoring her continued denial of that night.

"Priest Oswald of St Michael's Cathedral, he seemed really nice on the phone," Geraldine trails off, still quiet, as she sees Juny's look of growing anger.

"I don't want to be exorcised," Juny whispers, "I'm fine. We're all fine."

"I mean it can't be a bad thing," I'm on the fence about it.

"...why are you always staring outside, Selene?" Geraldine asks, "They're not coming, they're not even real. We were nuts – something happened, maybe the medicine really worked, and actually fixed us. Maybe, we just had a final break. Then we all just... fixed... and healed... and it was all a bad dream."

"You are not a virgin," Juny accuses her, "I saw you get fucked."

"We all saw each other get f –" I try to add.

"Stop it!" Geraldine yells, blushing red, "I don't want to talk about it anymore. It's a fucking delusion. It wasn't fucking real."

"You're the only one who is deluded right now," Juny waltzes out and kneels by my side, staring out at the garden, "...how do we summon them, Selene?" I'm pretty sure she says it just to be bratty and annoy Gerry.

"I have no idea, don't you just know? I've lost my instincts, I think," I whisper, "I have no idea what to do."

"I don't think you've lost any magic, nor me, I just think we're safe, and happy, and we're not so on edge, so the power is quiet within us," Juny rubs my shoulder, "We're finally safe thanks to you, letting us stay here."

"We were never witches," Geraldine interrupts, standing up, causing Juny to gape, shocked, "It was a game we played. To cope."

"We froze security," Juny yells, "Don't you remember that?"

"Yeah, when we were crazy, then they beat us up, and dragged us back, besides, if they did freeze, they were just playing our own game to mess with us," Geraldine purses her lips as she looks at the phone, ringing on the table, "...oh, it's Oswald."

"Answer," I suggest, while Juny lunges to her feet and rushes for the phone.

Geraldine quickly picks it up and swipes the call open, while Juny snatches it from her hand.

"We're not I –" Juny begins, but she gets cut off by the dark, low toned voice on the other end.

"Is that you, Selene?"

The priest... sounds awfully familiar. I go pale, as Gerry snatches the phone back, pretending to be me, "Mmhmm, what's up, Oswald? Any trouble getting here tomorrow? Do you need help with directions?"

"I'm already here," Oswald responds calmly, "I need permission to get in through the front gates."

"It's 8pm, Father," Gerry murmurs, "Why are you here so late?"

"I got a hold of your father, Mr. Baker, we discussed the matter and he wished for my help as soon as possible with the exorcisms."

"Now my father knows about demon possession?" I hiss at Geraldine, "And you staged yourself as me?! What the hell –"

"I appreciate the urgency, we will let you in right away," Gerry hangs up, and glares at me, "So what, I sound like you, I got away with it, and you weren't doing anything but hoping for the demons to return."

"Well, I won't say I told you so, but that Priest, is bad news," I shake my head, and that feeling I can't shake, "I can't believe my father thinks his daughter and her two bestfriends are possessed by fucking demons – because of what you did behind our backs, he'll be freaking out about me, he loves me, Gerry."

"Unlike my father, right, Selene?" Gerry is too sassy. I want to fight, but I just clench my fists and wait.

Juny is picking up a nightgown, and wrapping it around her shoulders, "Who's coming with me?" she seems amenable.

"Why are you happy now?" I ask, annoyed.

"That priest sounds hot," Juny wriggles her eyebrows, "And he's a priest – he's sex deprived. I have a chance."

"We're getting exorcised," Gerry storms out after her, "You're not seducing him –!"

They both rush out the door together, while I stay on the floor by the window, feeling uneasy.

That voice sounded so familiar coming through the phone speaker but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I had never met an Oswald?

I look down the garden to the security gate, where the visitor is buzzed through and the gate rolls open.

Down the drive, he strolls in... while four... not two... very familiar black sedans roll in behind him.

The closer he gets, the more giant I can tell he is.

That priest collar does nothing to disguise who he is.

Those idiots... just let in fucking Onyx!

"HEY," I scream after them. I get up to run after Juny and Gerry – before they open the front door!

Our three Sentinel Lycans, our heroes, beat Onyx and his pack to a pulp.

If I didn't get there in time, and those monsters were let in the mansion – we were dead meat.

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