As Onyx and I clean up from our messy fuck, we consult our next steps in the gothic bedroom in the Crypt.

"We need to return to Dire Wolf City – I have to preach. And you have to perform your duties as Lycan Queen."

I watch Onyx gets dressed in a new suit 'borrowed' from the vampires wardrobe, as he smiles at me with a handsome human grin.

"...duties?" I ask, trying not to sigh in happiness just from his beautiful smile.

"You will counsel my brothers," he explains.

"...with what...?"

"Any concerns they may have – you have a mortal touch, so you'll persuade them to choose the better option," Onyx sits on the bed and reaches for the black polished shoes, but I quickly get down on my knees and decide to help him with that.

"Don't you mean the righteous path –?" I ask, as I slip one shoe on, and he watches me, not with pity but with a smouldering hellish heat in his red gaze.

"There is no righteous path for you, Silvia," he murmurs, "You really are a perfect little whore doing my shoelaces for me, without having to ask... thank you."

"I want to. So what struggles do Lycans have? And what will I do as Lycan Queen?" I inquire instead, changing the subject slightly.

"We will bring captives found wandering hell, to you for judgement," Onyx is professional, straight to the point.

"So you don't just slaughter everyone?" I raise a brow, impressed.

"I don't have time to consult you. You will learn. And I will return the next day. Do not worry about Phantasy, if he shows, my brothers will protect you."

"Hmm... so you'll be gone all night to preach? I... I guess I'll be a barmaid in the Nightclub."

"Be whatever you want to be."

"Fine," I take that as permission... to be a bit more unrestrained. Onyx sees the feverish look in my eyes as I think of all I could do, and he seems to approve of my forbidden fantasies. I finish putting on his second shoe and stand with him.

"I'm sorry I fucked you to death earlier this morning," Onyx apologises.

"It was Phantasy dragging me under, not you," I smile now, patting his suit down, "You're so fucking hot as a priest... fuck me."

Onyx spins me around and spanks me hard.

"Follow," he growls under his breath, and leads the way – out of the Crypt.

With the message now delivered to Darc and Wynter, it's time to go back home.

****

Midnight

I'm serving drinks with Carmen and the night isn't scary but fun. The Lycans are funny tonight, making jokes with us behind the bar. With Sloan off protecting Onyx at church, it's a welcome opportunity to get to know the rest of the pack.

"Your majesty," Magnus, as we affectionally call this Lycan who is blacked out and in full mating pheromones, is all over Carmen and I with attention tonight, and he's my main protector, left in charge by Onyx, "You're fucking gorgeous, both of you, you should both have a break... then get naked and fuck each other," Magnus is truly being kind for a Lycan. Most would just throw their pets to the club floor, rip their clothes off and the Lycan pheromones would do the rest. It was horrifically affective in bringing out madness.

"We should do that –" Carmen whispers suggestively in my ear, already slamming down glasses and reaching for her top.

"No, we're not fucking for them that easy," I whisper back to her.

She leans right over and puts her lips to my ear, so Magnus can't hear, although I'm sure he can, "We should just kiss and see how hard they get, heh."

I liked joking with her in front of the guys like this, but this was starting to get more and more... like a serious consideration. And I didn't want to betray Onyx like that.

"Onyx –" I start to reason.

"Isn't. Here," Carmen leans back on the sink with a wide smirk, "He said you're a Queen. Act like one."

I turn to Magnus, who's drinking a beer.

More Lycans line up to get drinks and Carmen and I separate to serve everyone.

"You can look but you can't touch!" Carmen yells out, and I look over to see her suddenly topless while serving drinks. Damn she was quick.

I blush and look away, to see Magnus watching me pointedly.

"Are you thirsty, Silvia?" he asks, dead serious.

"No," I gasp it, voice a little hoarse, so I cough to clear my throat, "No, I'm..."

"Water, bitch," Magnus is rude as hell, and his snarl is just primed for me, but he's also kind and compassionate – it's hard to differentiate a Lycan's tone, they always sounded murderous, okay?

I grab a glass, to do just that, "I think I will take a fucking break," I snap to clear my head, filling the glass with ice and water.

"How about you open your mouth so I can brush your teeth. And Flint can fill your ass with his cock," Magnus chuckles, "You're too serious for a mortal who fucks Lycans. Stop reasoning."

"Lycan, I fuck a Lycan," I slam down my glass, "One. Onyx."

"The Queen is attracted to the pack," Magnus finally uses a calmer tone, which is... worrisome, "Onyx put me in charge of breaking that to you."

"You have willing slaves," I whisper, leaning across the bar.

"So do you – us," Magnus bares his teeth and growls, "You want us, we'll fuck your ass. Onyx owns your pussy."

"I didn't ask you," I explain, blushing madly, "I never asked."

"Mortals never ask," Magnus laughs – with the rest of the Lycans. I blush further – they're all listening in.

"Behave," I suggest to all of them, "Since I'm the Queen – please behave. You are mortal born monsters so tap into your human selves and be... just be... normal, or something."

"Don't nag them, Silvia, it's not hot," Carmen sighs, "They heard you the first time."

"Put your top back on," I roll my eyes.

"No," Carmen squeaks, "No!"

I turn to her, playing a prank on her, "Then since you won't ask for it either – I'll say it – you can all fuck her," I joke, genuinely – but Carmen stops cleaning a glass with her rag to stare at the Lycans now all eyeing her silently, laying down their drinks, "No, I –"

Lightning fast, one Lycan reaches over and grabs Carmen's arm, dragging her over the bench into the waiting pack.

Carmen screams and I run around the bar to save her.

I was a terrible friend! Damn it!

They drag her off to the middle of the club and drop her to her knees, while their cocks rise.

I push between all of them and stand with my arms out, staring at all the monster sized dicks pointed in my friend's direction.

"No, this isn't happening, it was a false order!" I yell, and I'm almost certainly drowned out by the low vibrating music massaging our senses, but I still try.

Magnus steps forward, towering over me, his dick is already touching my cheek.

"You talk too much, bitch, submit," Magnus snarls at me, "Now. This slut pup needs her mouth plugged, she's deprived," he bares his teeth at me, showing the damage he could do.

"Calm down –" I really ought to stop pretending I care.

"Onyx authorised the obedience training, you're a mortal pain, Silvia," Magnus drawls over me, a growl trembling through my whole body, as he starts to drool, "...are you afraid?"

"Onyx would have told me if you were going to fuck me."

"He told me you need to relax and open your ass for some training to take two Lycan cocks, and then three. Being a Queen is a duty and a privilege," Magnus's cock slides across my cheek to my mouth.

I speak over it, without opening my lips too far, "I'm not opening my ass for three Lycan cocks to kill me – fuck you Magnus."

"Open," Magnus drools over my tits, unfazed and patient, "I cannot force you to submit so I will keep reminding you until you do. Serve me. Open wide."

I close my eyes for a second.

Breathe. Deeper.

Then when I open them back up, I have a different outlook. I'm ready.

I was a Lycan fucking Queen.

Fuck him – right down my throat.

As the madness creeps in, I kiss the tip of Magnus' cock, and then I grab his shaft with both hands. I stroke the length of it, all the way to his balls. I drop and move my face under, to feel his balls on my face.

Oh, fuck, I'll admit I loved the smell.

I fall into a trance, and by that stage more Lycans are helping to rip the clothes off me, while I'm licking and slurping across Magnus' balls.

I look up, and his dick gets so hard it leaks cum, and I quickly move up and lick up every drop. Mmm.

His dick pulses, and before I know it – he's spurting his generous cum all over me.

It covers all my neck, tits and stomach, and it keeps coming. A mark of a Queen's duty.

And it's not just him.

I hear Carmen gasping and moaning, and when I look over my shoulder – they're doing the same to her. We're being covered in their cum. It looks like some sort of fucked up ritual.

I look up to Magnus, who orders his brothers, "Bind them together with rope, with their hands forced on their clits, their tits touching. Let them bathe in it. Then take their asses, no fucking mercy... for the Queen or the slut pup."

I'm lifted under my arms, as Carmen is dragged with her Lycans toward me, and we're dropped on our knees in front of each other. We had kissed before when we were drunk, not the most uncommon girl-on-girl moment, but right now seems damn appropriate.

As we immediately lock lips, we can taste our shared strawberry lip gloss, something sweet – and our bodies are bound together with rope. The Lycans position my hand on Carmen's clit, and her hand on mine, then they shove us together much closer and lock us tight with a chain around our waists as well. There is absolutely no room to move. We're going to be sliding against each other if we really get fucked up the ass.

I hear an iron noise of the lock put in place on the chain, and at that moment, my nostrils flare and catch a... scent... I break away from Carmen's lips, and I look over my shoulder.

In a far corner.

Of the Onyx Lycan Nightclub.

Are two liars.

Sloan and Onyx are in a booth sharing drinks, laughing and clearly undercover – far enough away I couldn't see them before.

After they finish laughing, they turn around to see what's happening now.

Sloan looks ravenous with lust and approval as he sees Carmen bound and about to get used.

I look to Onyx.

Furious he lied to me.

But also curious what he was thinking.

Onyx looks me dead in the eye.

Then he smiles. Winks his approval.

And turns away.

He wanted this to happen. They both did.

We're about to get gangbanged up the ass. I look back to my bestfriend.

"Carmen," I whisper her name, and look in her eyes, where pleasure and fear collide, "Fuck. This is bad."

"I'm kind of scared too," she admits, laughing nervously.

"I'm terrified –" I whisper.

"Good girls," Magnus drawls over me, as he grabs the top of my head and pulls it back so I have to look right back up at him, and his cock hovers over us like an unholy weapon, "You should be shitting yourselves. We're going to have fun with you two tonight. No complaining – or you will be punished."

"Why?" I dare ask it.

"Bitch. Ask me again when you have three Lycan cocks up your ass," Magnus drops behind me, to droll over my ass cheeks and so the saliva drips down the crack, "You'll understand when you're full," he says that part more calm.

More reasonable.

Magnus lets go of my head and I look back to Carmen, who is staring at my lips again, biting her own.

She's thinking what I'm thinking.

We're going to need each other to survive this night of purely demonic pleasures.

Halsey, I am not a woman, I'm a god, literally obsessed with it right now!