Hell looks just like Earth – except everything is on fire. Infinitely burning. No smoke.

The ground roasts, the trees are like candles.

We're in a forest.

And there is a house ahead.

Hell is quite disorienting, like I don't have the senses to navigate here properly.

I'm not glad I'm being carried over Onyx's shoulder, as he runs through the forest, fast and at ease with his pack behind.

His house is a magnificent log cabin, protected by magic, it does not burn here.

When Onyx kicks the door open, I'm finally dropped at the entry. It looks like anyone's cabin, but for a pack of Lycans. It's cozy!

I'm on my knees like a pet by the door, rubbing my sore ankles as the Lycan pack come forward to enter next.

"Greet my brothers."

Onyx ends up snarling at me from the lounge.

I get a helping hand from one of them, who moves to put a furry foot on my head – and I get the message.

My tits hit my knees as I lean down to kiss their feet as they walk past.

Eight of them receive a kiss to their feet from me. Apparently I was everyone's pet.

Small task complete after they've all passed by, I sit back up and look around to see what the Lycans are doing.

Nothing – they're relaxing. Lounging on couches, while Onyx sits in the middle on a separate lounge chair, looking at me. He does not call me over just yet, and I haven't moved because I'm simply taking in the environment, sizing up my options.

"Release the bitches," Onyx speaks through grit teeth – dripping saliva, "I need to get my dick sucked and balls drained."

I furrow my brows, as I watch one Lycan stand to grab a chain loop hanging from the ceiling – as he starts to pull, I hear a rattle and I look up.

My heart sinks.

All the 'bitches' were the female pets – stuck in cages, swinging from the ceiling, stuck on all fours, knees and hands in tiny compartments – eager to get out.

The fuck? This was too extreme!

I watch with haunting attention as the cages hit the floor, and the girls dressed in tight rope bondage, swing open their own doors and crawl out. Their eyes look for their masters, they crawl to them and kiss their feet, then they simultaneously turn and stand up.

They all look at Onyx and say, "Our King."

One starts to whimper in anticipation.

Onyx tilts his head and they start to go for him.

"NO!" I scream it on impulse, my sinking heart now racing as I stand up and demand they stop, "He's mine."

The girls do halt, and they glance at me and back to Onyx.

"Then come drown on me," as Onyx drawls and growls it at the same time, his cock rises hard and already pulsing, ready to cum.

"You just like playing with my heart," I utter under my breath, reading the small sign of amusement in his red flashing eyes which await my furious approach.

Every eye is on me as I approach willingly.

"I'm pregnant," I tell my mate, half way there, a silence focus on Onyx and I from everyone in the room. Onyx says nothing, he just stares at me, "You know, don't you? That's why you gave me that stake, to see if I would traverse realms," I stand in front of him now, looking at him eye to eye as he is seated.

"Shut up and kneel," Onyx doesn't want to talk about it, but at least he doesn't deny it.

My eyes flicker to his cock, as my legs go weak and I do abruptly bend to his wish.

My knees hit the floor and my face lines up with his cock heavy on my cheek, as I hold his eye.

He's looking right at me and his cock jumps, for some reason I feel not just lusty – but powerful in this moment and I don't want to break our gazes from locking together.

I focus on him as I lean up and lick the side of his cock – then all way around the head, toward the tip last of all. I don't tease too long, I open my lips and take his cock into my mouth, running it down toward my throat as my eyes roll up to hold his gaze.

I keep going down. Until I choke myself on it, but I hold myself there, and I keep my eyes on Onyx.

Onyx watches me as I suck up and off his long cock, and back down again, swallowing his cock deep again like it's everything to me.

On the third stroke, Onyx finally speaks up, now more melodic; more human in tone despite his wolf head, "You're beautiful, Silvia. Keep drowning."

I choke hard on that – taking him in all the way to his balls.

Onyx groans as his cum starts to enter my stomach, and I feel my heart also bloom since he called me beautiful.

As I struggle to concentrate on the strokes for a second, Onyx gives a helping hand – wrapping up my hair in a ponytail, he starts to throat fuck me, hips thrusting to use me harder.

"Now fuck all your whores," Onyx snarls the command to his pack, and I hear a haunting glorious howl fill the cabin space in hell.

I feel a pressure and fullness in my stomach from his hot cum, which keeps on coming – as I suck his cock up and down, rigorously and without pause until I – I push against his hand and force myself off his cock, finally gasping, almost faint as cum drips down my chin. I steady myself by gripping his knees, "I can't take anymore in," I tell him the truth.

"Then it goes in your ass," Onyx doesn't hesitate as he picks me up and turns me around, while he stands up – and his cock slams into my waiting body, straight into my second hole.

I scream out as he holds my wrists back in each strong hand – and starts to fuck me while I watch his pack of Lycans grab their pet humans and fuck them deep too – in every hole and every position, using the ropes on their females to control them.

Fuck pups.

Another term? Fuck toys.

With soulless eyes – that scares me.

As Onyx takes me ruthlessly in front of them all, something happens as I feel a climax coming forward. It's different this time. As Onyx stretches me to my limit and fucks me harder and deeper with each stroke – I finally give into my growing pleasure.

My hands hit the ground as Onyx releases me – as my body squeezes over his cock, ass in the air as he lodges in deep and his knot keeps us locked together, while he keeps sinking in.

My cheek meets the sticky floor, I blink away my euphoric high and intense body spasms, still milking him dry.

In this split second; my mind abruptly clears.

I hear the moaning, screaming females – enjoying themselves but totally insane.

I hear the rough thrusting and the growls of violent lust from their Lycan partners.

I feel the hot possessive saliva dripping down my spine from Onyx's fangs.

And it all feels wrong.

It goes from so, so right, to so, so wrong.

And I can't get it out of my head.

"Get off me, please," I whisper against the floor.

I feel the weight lift off my backside, and Onyx's cock slides out, while I feel his cum rush between my thighs.

I sit up and turn around, feeling anxious as I'm looking up at Onyx, who stands over me, looking down at me – curious why I've asked him to stop.

He looks genuinely concerned but a rage also simmers underneath.

I find my feet. I stand on shaky legs and I put my hand on his chest – over his erratic heat beat.

"I think I love you," I whisper at him through all the moaning behind us, "I'm trying for you. But I won't be put in a cage," and that was the problem. I couldn't say anymore. I couldn't allow my soul? To drop that low. I just couldn't lose it like that. Ironic – considering how insane I was supposed to be for his Lycan cock.

I wait for a reprimand.

Onyx holds up a hand, gesturing around, and I turn to see the front door has slammed open wide.

When I turn back to him, he is calm and he doesn't say a word.

I turn back to the door, a way out.

Where would I go to get out of h –

"Forward heading. Upward the spiralling staircase to Dire Wolf City." Jesus. Fucking. Christ. He was actually letting me go? I feel ashamed I can't stay for my mate. But the truth was more complicated than that. All this, I couldn't settle for it. We would have to work something out. Something. But not this. I'm too afraid to look back at him, so before I do and get confused – I quickly walk up to the open front door, dancing around the other monsters fucking their prey. I finally stand tall and look out into the forest of hell, covered in flames, as I hold my broken gown closed with a shaking fist, taking one step out, "If you can make it," my second foot hits the ground and the door slams shut hard from behind. What did he just – ? I spin to face it. Through the ash wood, Onyx snarls so loud it echoes in my mind, "RUN!"

It vibrates through me and it's taking a while for my brain to play catch-up.

If you can make it?!

And why...

...why does he want me to run if he let me go?

Ah – o-oh.

Because Onyx was going to chase me.

It was his fucking duty, after all.

And I guess this was a generous head start.