I embarrassingly burp in one of the showers of Onyx Lycan Nightclub. So. Much. Cum.

Onyx's human hands wash over me, holding me up against his torso while I get the strength back in my legs slowly. They had gone numb on the beam – everything had gone numb. I had orgasmed so many times, all my nerves just zoinked out, and gave up.

I felt like a corpse when lifted from the beam, I basically was one very satisfied corpse, although now my strength was slowly returning to me.

I've avoided Priest Oswald's eyes, for some reason, his human form is quite intimidating in its own way. Less demon, more man.

"You're the wettest slut the pack has ever fucked, you're really something more, Luna Selene," Onyx's tongue caresses my ear, while his human cock, iron hard and running fever hot, is pressing against my back, "I've cleaned you, bitch, now clean me."

Onyx releases his support from around my waist and I instantly collapse under the hot shower. He turns down the water to be just a mist, as he holds the top of my head and spins me to face his cock.

"Mm. Please," I whisper, both for mercy and for his cock to come closer, as I open my mouth and place my hands under my ass, licking the head of his cock, closing my eyes and arching my neck back.

Lycans were ridiculously delicious.

Onyx patiently wraps my wet black hair around his fingers, thrice around his hand, and then cups the back of my head. He loved full control of his whores.

I open my eyes, blinking away any drops of water, the priest is staring at me, our eyes touch, as he pulls my head closer, and I move closer willingly, until his cock rams into my throat.

Once he's in, he's not coming out.

Onyx uses the other half of his cock to thrust into my throat, out over my tongue and back in, while I can't breathe, I just do as I'm told. The moment I gag for air, Onyx lets me generously breathe for a moment, then immediately slides his cock back down my throat, working me hard.

As he speeds up, I know he's going to cum straight into my stomach.

I feel darkness over my closed eye lids.

There's a heavy shadow in here.

I open my eyes, to see who is standing outside the open shower.

A naked Oni stares in through the glass, in his Fae form.

He watches me as Onyx fucks my face hard – sinking balls deep and coming straight into my throat.

"Swallow it all, whore," as Onyx snarls it, Oni mouths it, perfectly on time, smirking as he sees my eyes widen.

I start to question whether it was Oni guessing the words, or spelling them into Onyx's vocabulary with Fae magic.

Onyx pulls his dick out of my mouth, and I look up at him obediently, as Oni walks into the shower, behind me.

Oni and Onyx face off, almost forehead to forehead – while I am stuck between.

I just hope they don't start fighting while I'm in the middle – because I'll be the one who ends up hurt.

I stay very still on my knees, as the hot mist floats around us, glittering off the black marble and their black hair, as their red eyes challenge one another.

"You have a good fucking bitch," Oswald says slowly, as one corner of his mouth curls up into a smile, "A-plus slut pup."

"I'm aware of what my Luna Witch is capable of," Oni responds, growling out his approval, "...I have an offer to make you... to remedy the Lycan Temple... my brothers and I will rebuild it. It is our responsibility. Leave the Luna Witches out of the debt."

"Fix it quickly for my son," Onyx loses his smile, "Sardonix needs it for his worship. You'll be assigned to hell, rebuilding without stopping, until you're done and it's completely refurbished."

"I understand the terms..." Oni pets me, "I accept."

"Then, darling witch, you're free," Onyx looks down at me, raising a brow, "Just don't piss me off again."

I shake my head, and smile.

Onyx walks out of the shower.

Oni remains behind me.

"...where are my best friends...?" I ask, suddenly feeling horrible – what if they're dead? "Juny and Gerry, are they okay?"

"Juniper and Geraldine are waiting for you," Oni keeps petting me.

"Where?" I ask, confused.

"I'm taking you home, little ungrateful slut," Oni admonishes me, wrapping his hand around my neck, he lifts me up and turns me into the reflective glass panel.

The lights are dark enough that our reflection is strong.

"Home?" I ask, my tone husky with his heat melting through my spine, "What home?"

"Home," Oni murmurs again, deeper, "Look harder. At yourself," he chuckles, smiling so handsomely, "Not at me. I know I'm undeniably handsome... but look at yourself..."

I look at my eyes.

Stark blue.

Two sets, but they become three.

Six.

Juny and Gerry! They're alive and staring back at me, smiling, laughing, cheering, waving.

I grin and wave back – I want to cry, I miss them so much!

My eyes tear up as I reach out my hand and aim to place it on the glass panel.

But the material is not solid.

It flexes and then becomes metallic liquid.

Oni gives me a little push.

"You're welcome, my love."

I hear him at the last second.

My love.

But I don't feel him anymore.

I've been sucked into the heavy portal, my hands now clasped by Juny and Gerry as they lift me out of it on the other side.

Straight out of a fountain in my courtyard, at my parent's mansion.

I'm pulled out to stand in the water of the shallow basin, Gerry and Juny release my hands, "Welcome back, bitch," Juny tries to stand still, but tackles me abruptly, jumping into the fountain and pushing me off balance so we both fall back into the water.

She's dressed in a pink gown, which is now completely drenched.

Gerry is fully dressed, very sensible, in jeans, a top and red coat.

As Juny and I stand back up out of the water and she laughs manically, while keeping her arm around my shoulder, she says, "We resurrected everyone with the help of our Sentinel puppies!"

"Don't call them that," Geraldine rolls her eyes, while taking off her coat, "...here Selene, take this before everyone sees that you're naked," she is worried about the shame.

I jump out of the fountain with Juny and take the red coat, grateful, I slip it on and close it tight.

"Say that again," I breathe out into the cold air, and my breath fogs up, "...resurrected who...?"

"Everyone," Juny states proudly, "Babe. We made everyone into zombies, and then made them clean up their own puddles of blood. Lel."

"It's not that funny, it was stinky, and gross, and I'm just glad Amon and Arma could help," Gerry says seriously, "...how are you, Selene?"

"I'm fine, I just... learned a few things about Lycans..." I whisper, blushing.

"So did we," Gerry responds, but she's still serious, and she seems... more mature, not so anxious anymore, "They're not our enemies."

"They're our puppies!" Juny puts on a high pitched voice, "Love sick puppies."

"Where are your Sentinels?" I ask, "Are they with Oni?"

"Yes, they agreed to take the debt of the Temple," Gerry explains, "You heard?"

"Oni brought me back here, yes, I know about it," I frown, "How long do you think they'll be?"

"Arma said a few months," Juny sighs deeply, losing her giddy tone, "...in the meantime... we should practice spells...?"

"How?" I ask, confused, "Our only rib ran out of magic."

"Oh, it's okay, we have unlimited demon bone," Gerry tries to keep in a smile, but then can't help it, she smiles wickedly, "...Juny and I met the demon army, Selene... they'd love to meet you too..."

I pale instantly.

What the fuck.

Happened.

"Relax," Juny quickly interjects when she sees how upset I am, "We didn't fuck them, and we didn't die."

"The demon army," Gerry explains, "Are ours."

"What do you mean, ours?" I ask, still confused, shaking my head in growing distress.

"All demons are ours," Gerry reaches back into her jeans, and pulls forth a wand – a brand new black demon rib, "They like us, Selene. They like us a lot."

"They're so deprived of female touch, they love attention of any kind, even our hand on their face is enough," Juny swoons while thinking about it, "Those poor demon souls, so lonely."

"Oh, Jesus Christ, don't get any ideas, Juniper," I warn her, "Seriously."

"Oh, it's fine," Juny rolls her eyes, "...they don't have any cocks as big as Lycans anyway... it would just be a downgrade."

Gerry, instead of scolding her, bursts out laughing.

I smile, but I say nothing.

I give Juniper a hard look. No. Fucking. Demons.

Juny narrows her eyes, as if knowing, I know, what she's thinking. She's crazy.

"I'm cold," I say, "Well fucked. But cold. And hungry. I'm going to ask a zombie chef to cook me something," I can't believe we have zombie staff, but it'll do.

I turn and start to walk off.

Gerry and Juny follow.

As we walk together, Gerry's phone buzzes.

She takes it out of her coat pocket, on me, before I can grab it.

I see the name before I read the text while looking over her shoulder.

Priest Oswald.

"Still want to get exorcised?" I ask, I can't help making the joke.

"Look," Gerry shows me the message, "He said, call if you need anything."

"Okay. That's nice of him," I say.

"...if we need... 'anything'?" Juny whispers.

"Juny, relax, you are one horny Luna Witch," I shake my head, not that I can talk, "We have eternity with Satan's magic, let's take our time exploring our powers, okay?"

"Eternity," Juny breathes, "Eternity to fuck? Ooooo, boy. Okay, girls, stop judging me. I'm just playing along, come on, I'm not that much of a slut. I do have a brain cell or two that doesn't think about COCK!" she screams it, cackling.

I can't keep being serious.

I laugh, and I admit, "I'm a big slut too, oh those Lycan cocks are like, logs. What was Satan thinking when he made them...?"

"Fuck, I know right?" Geraldine adds, eyes bulging, "They fuck like pistons."

"There you go. Now we're all on the same page," Juny shakes her head, and her phone vibrates next, she reaches into her pink gown, she shakes off the water and takes a look at the message, "...oh goodie. I mean baddie. Sardonix is one booty call away, girls."

We can't keep being so serious about this.

We had a priest of God and a priest of Hell wanting to help us in any way they could.

We all laugh, all the way into the mansion, linking arms.

The night terrors and insanity was over.

We all loved Lycans... and Demons were okay now too, apparently.

As long as we remembered to have no fear of Satan's dead army, because we were Luna Witches baby... all would be right in the world, above, below and in-between.

THE END OF PART 3

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Btw, the, it's an "indirect" sequel.

The book is called

Helena is his slave. King Lycan of Dystopia. Lyrian, also known as Imber (Rain), rules the Earth (Llyrian). Will she cry and be his rain? Or fight and be his Queen?