This bitch.

This bitch. On her knees, calling me a good boy, telling me to fuck her with the pack.

Selene is one hell of a brat... but she's still a slut-pup, she just doesn't know it yet.

None of the pack advance just yet, while she keeps her mouth open, kneeling, waiting. I recognise the problem is no longer us – it's something else.

I didn't want to do this – but she was leaving me no choice.

I extend a claw out to her.

"Take my claw, Selene," I ask of her and she peeks through one eye to see the offering.

" –why?" she whispers.

Regardless of my silence, she takes my claw and she stands up hesitantly, looking around at the pack, lowering her eyes in confusion.

I walk with her to the back of the room, where I brush aside a black curtain and show her a door to a vault.

"We're not your enemy, but you don't understand that we want to fuck you, we don't want to hurt you... but you're hellbent, literally hellbent," I scold her, "But if you want to meet your enemy, your greatest terror – you can willingly walk through this door and face him. If not, drop the act, stop being a brat, because you won't get fucked for your own pleasure. You'll get fucked for ours. Yet still your mind is hellbent on deviant misbehaviour, so here it is. Ultimate terror. Your worst nightmare. Go for it, sweetheart, if you're such a baddy –"

I notice her eyes, firmly focused upon the pentagram on the vault.

All she asks is, "Enemy? Who is my enemy?"

I release Selene's hand from my claw.

Crazy bitch.

She's already opening the door.

Onyx has intervened and completely caught me off guard.

Instead of a fucking-good time, he's showing me something else.

Everything that had ever fucked up my life and caused me pain was right behind this door...

And so I reach for it, probably faster than he could have anticipated, I spin the pentagram and the door steams with burning souls from the edges, as the door swings open, and I walk right in.

I walk right in because I'm looking for answers.

I want to know why I was tortured with my sisters, to be insane, to not be able to sleep, to not be able to talk, hear or be coherent. To be outcasts and alienated. Why did this happen to us?

I would live my life angry at every other soul – or I could go direct to the source.

Lucifer.

I don't know how it'll work or what's inside, but I walk into a room teeming with curses, hung with every kind of hex and spell.

It's a pleasure room, like all the others, except this was dedicated to the absent owner.

This place was untouched.

I guess no one wanted to meet the devil, and I was perhaps the first, so eager.

I walk toward an iron four poster bed frame, with crimson silk sheets and round pillows.

Onyx slams the door shut and spins the pentagram.

It changes the light of the room. To almost nothing.

A few candles burn by some plants in black ash soil. Little bonsai hell-trees.

The room even has a stained glass window, long and rectangular, with roses, looking out over a red landscape. Hell itself. It's like being in a genie bottle.

For now I am alone. I walk toward the bed and I crawl toward the pillows, since they look so inviting. I lean back against them and slouch down, the room is cozy enough.

The devil – the source of all terrors – must be a little busy, and the room is really hot, so I take off my clothes, feeling they are unnecessary and just full of nervous-sweat at this stage.

Now naked and feeling strangely calm, I sit back against the pillows and await my Greatest foe and enemy.

"I'm ready," I speak to the air beyond the bed, and the distortion in the room is immediate.

From a veil, I see Lucifer, standing in worn leather pants, as tall as the Lycans, he is a totally different entity though, a fallen Archangel.

"What is it you want to know, Selene?" the devil drawls at me, disregarding my naked body, he looks me right in the eye.

"Why did you hurt me and my best friends?" I ask, "...why are we your marked witches...?"

"...and why did I take your voices, hearing, thinking – coherency? Why did I cast you into the fire then send Oni, Arma and Amon to track you down?" Lucifer adds, and I nod, and he simply explains, "It's not about darkness and light – it's about choice. My own consort is an angel. Pure."

"...what choice?" I ask, furrowing my brows.

"Your choice," Lucifer comes forward, grabbing either side of the iron bed posts, "Morality plagues you, not me, sweetheart."

"...but you did this to me –"

"Nooo. You were born a slut pup – I just gave you some power," Lucifer looks at me with irritation, "With power, comes a greater choice."

"But. The demon army, the fate – my fate, to die..." I trail off when Lucifer doesn't even so much as blink, "...a choice... did you think me and my best friends would choose that?"

"Whatever you choose, is none of my business, witch," Lucifer looks over his shoulder to the vaulted door, "Anyway. Lycans are not demons primarily, they are born mortal, just like you," he turns to me, "...with a tendency to demon-shift. But they're really just love-sick puppies, Selene. Nothing for you to worry about."

"You say it's not about light or dark... or morality... but you tested it," I say, bringing him back on topic.

"No, all mortals suffer, sweetheart... once again, it comes down to your choice," Lucifer finally smiles, "I am aware you didn't take off your clothes to fuck me. You want the Lycans. Shall I open the door and conclude our intermission?"

"I wanted to face my greatest fear. Which was you," I state.

"Hi," Lucifer focuses his eyes as he leans down to stare at me, "You're only scared of the choices you have to make," why is he contradicting me? I'm telling him.

"I don't know if that's extremely manipulative, or just the truth," I whisper, "...but I do feel at peace... hey, Lucifer... kiss me before you go."'

This is my chance.

To take control.

Lucifer walks around the side of the bed, as I sit up a little, he puts his hand through my hair, cupping the back of my head. He kisses my frozen, unmoving lips.

I taste him in that brief moment.

He is tortured – and he is completely, chaotically, one thing. Separate from outside influence. He embodies choice. Like willpower.

Lucifer pulls away from me, and without taking in my smug reaction, he walks to the door to open the vault.

That kiss felt a little too natural.

The vault opens to a black burst of shadow, so now I am focused on what exactly Lucifer is letting in here.

I see red eyes running through a church's rubble, I see flashes of skin and fur. I can hear panting, screaming – familiar female voices, Juny, Gerry – ? I can also smell the stench of lust mixed with blood and rotting souls, the air of hell itself.

The red eyes are attached to a beast, moving so fast, a Lycan on all fours, running toward me – now through the door, leaping onto the bed, over me!

I stay back against the pillows, as Oni snarls over me, showing me all his teeth, his eyes raging.

Lucifer appears at the bedside once more, leaning down, catching my eye.

"That's the funny thing, Selene. The Fae don't choose anything," Lucifer pats Oni, scratching him behind the ear, "Those of Fae blood, tend to play games instead. They're quite tricky. Mortals are so serious and static, aren't they, Oni?" Lucifer holds him back from going for my throat, "Good boy."

I stay frozen against the pillows as Lucifer disappears with his angel's natural control over everything.

Oni is still snarling, while I've reached up my hands to his fur on his neck, clutching him, holding him back.

"You gave me an illusion of freedom, only to torment me," I accuse him, "Onyx is waiting for me. Get off me."

Oni shifts.

From Lycan to Fae. My hands end up on his smooth neck, so I slide them over his shoulders, keeping him off of me. Oni's hands are either side of my shoulders, as his pretty fae eyes hold mine with a strange fury.

"Why am I here?" Oni asks me, raising a brow.

"What do you mean, why are you here? You ran in here and jumped on me," I snap.

Oni looks confused as he looks up from me and takes in the room. He jumps off me and looks around.

I realise, even as he moves back, I'm truly shaking and my breath is all broken up from a spike in terror.

Only once Oni arrived.

So, Oni was my enemy.

What the fuck?

Not Lucifer – he just said a few words, kissed me and tasted the fear, opened the vault and let the real terror in.

Why – why was Oni the one I feared the most? Because I thought he was preparing to devour me with his brothers? Yet that's not the thought that sticks out in my mind as I watch his skin rippling over his muscles as his black hair curls perfectly behind his ears, as he paces around the room, his upturned fae-eyes taking in all the trinkets.

I'm only thinking of when we first met.

In the forest, just outside the private green facility.

Speak or die. So he gave me a stick. And when I wrote my name. That's a good girl.

And I thought he was a beautiful, absolutely gorgeous beast.

The scariest thing I ever saw.

He had a slightly lankier build and darker skin to Onyx – he had a golden, enchanting sheen. He was special. Different. I learned he was a fae bred lycan. Something so rare. So strange. So unique.

Like me and my Luna Witches.

Outcasts from strange magic.

But he has an unnamed magic. The void in him is what scared me. Like loneliness becoming a permanent tangible magical thing, not just a feeling. So he was empty. He was truly dangerous, in a way even Lucifer was not. I know Oni received the Fae-half from his mother, Cleo, but what of his father? His father must have really been something else.

Oni turns to me.

"You summoned me...?" Oni asks, curiously, raising a brow, "Why?"

"I wanted to face what was scaring me the most," I say, just as flustered and confused as him, "...I don't know why it's you... we barely know each other... although we have had sex... and you've marked me..." Oni just watches me.

"...you know I feel nothing," Oni guesses, "...but you feel something for me. So you're damned to feeling... when I simply enjoy you – while you want me. Perhaps that is the origin of your fear."

"I'm scared the reality is something else entirely," I respond truthfully.

"What else can it be?" Oni comes back to the bed and holds onto either side of the bed posts, looking down at me, like the devil did, "...tell me..."

"What if you love me?" I ask, whispering it, "What if you feel the same way? What if we're in love?"

Oni says nothing, he tilts his head to the side and looks me over, avoiding my eyes.

"...what if you're crazy...?" Oni asks, smiling a little, then letting go of the iron bed frame, he notices I've pulled up my knees and spread my thighs.

I'm inviting him in, while I clutch the red pillows with my hands, nervous as hell.

I say nothing.

Oni shifts to his Lycan as he moves between my legs, holding my knees, pressing my legs back, clasping my legs all the way around with his extended claws.

His Lycan cock lays heavy over my stomach, dripping cum, while his wolf head leans down to my mouth and sniffs my breath once, before pressing my ankles down by my head, lining up his cock with my pussy.

Oni slides down into me.

Balls deep.

He doesn't move.

I pant and close my eyes, feeling so full.

He starts to fuck me.

Every stroke feels perfect, with pleasure rippling out at every inch, in and out. Every part of him that touches every part of me, ripples like it's on fire. Electric. So cliché I want to gag – but why is it real?

I get tears in my eyes at the thought that this is beyond lust.

As my mark pulses with our unity, I open my eyes and gaze up at him, as Oni pulls out and pushes back in, saying nothing.

He moves closer to me, so his giant body keeps me warm, and we fuck so close – like lovers or something.

I had been clutching the pillows, but now I reach around for his gigantic shoulders and claw at him, whimpering for him to fuck me a little faster.

Of course, a little faster is a death sentence – especially when Oni starts to slam into me, picking up the pace, feeling my pussy squeeze him in, he drives into my womb, only to pull out and sink back in again, deeper until his knot sinks into me.

His cock pulses as my pussy squeezes over and over, and my body vibrates on another level of pleasure. I feel like I'm transcending dimensions, barely breathing.

I feel my body fill with his cum, and then Oni takes his shaft out of my body, only to spin me around onto my knees and elbows, so he can sink that shaft back into me – this time choosing my other hole.

Oni fucks me straight into my unsuspecting ass, but this time it isn't love. He holds my arms behind my back, clasping both my wrists in one set of claws, while more of his claws slide over my hip, and one dangerous claw touches my clit.

I scream as he uses such a dangerous tool to rub my most sensitive nub.

I keep as still as I can, ass up high as he pounds into it, pressing his weight down until my knees can't take it.

I collapse onto my stomach and Oni straddles my ass, taking his claw from my clit, he fucks my ass deeper until his knot enters my body again and keeps us stuck together.

I can't move, not that I could if I wanted. All of his heavy beastly body keeps me sunk into the bed, as he pumps my body full of more seed.

"Is this what you want, Selene?" Oni asks, "Love?"

He asks it so boldly.

I just laugh and cry at the same time, unable to articulate.

When he's done pumping my ass full of his seed, Oni pulls out enough to sit back down on the bed, and his arm slides around my waist, pulling me up and back into his chest, with his dick still in my ass, he sits me down on it as it hardens up like a hot iron rod, filling me once again.

I arc my back and pant with my distress, the pleasure is too much in this position, he is skewering me from the base of his balls, as I sink down inch by inch onto his lengthening cock.

Oni teases my clit again with his claw, holding my neck back against his torso. He starts to pull me up and down, so I'm fucking him.

"Loving me is a stupid game, but I can feel you like this," Oni's teeth grin by my ear, while I'm screwed up in all the pleasure and pain, "And you can love me all you want, whore, cause you'll get a guaranteed fuck..."

Oni starts to thrust again.

"Oniii!" I call out his name, and it almost sounds like a howl, "Please be more gentle, I can't take it! I'm going to cum again. I can't cum again. Please."

"Shh," Oni scolds me, dropping me back down into the sheets, he settles his weight over my ass again, and keeps fucking me, "I rather you sleep than complain."

"H-how can I sleep while you're tearing me apart, you bloody demon?" I ask, gasping, infuriated by such a dumb thing to say.

"This is me being gentle," Oni snarls, a little embarrassed, it seems.

"O-oh..."

Oni presses my face into the sheets and starts to fuck me so hard I can't even make a sound.

Was he joking about being gentle before or what?

"ONI!" I scream into the sheets, and it's muffled.

"Don't be a little bitch, my dead-whores take it better than you," Oni snarls over me.

I turn my cheek to the side and manage to speak, "If you ever mention another whore again while fucking me – I'll kill you."

"...don't be stupid," Oni puts his claws over my head, "Selene. Little girl. You're mine."

"C-careful beast, you sound a little in l –"

Oni slams into my ass, he connects his knot with my body once again. I cum as he cums, and he feels under my waist along my stomach, his claws tapping along my skin confidently, as he pumps me full again.

I forgot what I was gonna say – I'm so warm inside.

"Where's my thank you?" Oni asks, as his claws lightly caress toward my tits.

"Thank you," I breathe out, he's stopped fucking me. I can have a break. Recalibrate. Fix my thoughts. Remember what sense is.

Oni takes his dick out, "...now you're all warmed up and ready for the main course."

I am facing the sheets, focusing my breaths.

When I feel steady enough, I look over my shoulder.

Oni is gone.

But the vault is open.

Onyx is waiting with his pack on the other side.

And all their dicks are hard and waiting.

"Come," Onyx smiles in at me, "...good little Lycan slut... are you ready?"

I immediately react.

I grasp the sheets and I pull myself off the bed, a little clumsy.

I end up on my knees on the floor, looking toward the open vault... I crawl.

I fucking crawl.

To more Lycan dick.

I crawl to Onyx's toes and his magnificent claws.

"I'm ready," I speak to the floor, while my thighs drip.

"Tie her to the beam, we'll fuck her from both ends, take turns, share, be nice, we all want our balls empty," Onyx lifts me up by the waist as he is speaking, and drops me down onto some kind of fuck-beam. My wrists are shackled down, so are my ankles.

Meanwhile my chin is off the end of the beam, while my pussy and ass are on full display at the other end.

Onyx smacks my ass, hard, and then pushes his hard, gigantic Lycan dick straight into my womb.

Another demon appears up front, Magnus, he kisses my lips with the tip of his cock, until my mouth opens, and he pushes right into my throat.

I swallow him down, and suck Onyx in, tight.

Magnus bunches my hair up and throws it over my back, out of the way of my cheeks.

"Isn't it nice when brats finally learn to be quiet?" Magnus asks all the pack, chuckling.

"She didn't learn anything," Onyx fucks my pussy a little slower, to see how my hip jerks and my body tries to move back but it can't, I can only squirm helplessly on the beam, "...it's just Selene's instincts kicking in... I told you she was born a slut-pup," he starts to fuck me so hard, I feel Oni's cum gushing out of me faster, down my legs as Onyx makes more room for more demon-seed.

More.

Eight more.

And my willing choice.

Was to drown.

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♾ ΔLLICØRN — Saint Toad