The cage smashes into a yellow brick floor, falling from a great height and slamming so hard into the ground that Carmen and Cleo have gone limp after being knocked out from the impact. My head was only cushioned by Carmen's breasts, and so I'm still awake.

I'm also alert, eyes skittish as I swiftly take in the heated temple space, with a hall way out looking over dunes of orange sand. We're in another dimension – with Cleo's mate.

Anubis stands over us, a giant and lithe Lycan, he rips open the cage door. Anubis pulls out Cleo and carries her away, laying her gently down onto a stone table, inspecting her shredded outfit and bruised body from the rough handling of the Lycans from the club.

Anubis is distraught at the sight of her injured, and he licks her face, trying to wake her up. It does not work.

"Cleo..." he lightly trails a claw down her face, trying to prompt her awake with a sharper pressure. It doesn't work.

Carmen and I are chained into the cage, and even as I try to shake her awake, nothing works – and soon, I am being attended to anyway.

The pack of Lycans related to Anubis pace around the cage, before Anubis himself approaches me once more.

He sees I am awake, as I lay helpless in the cage, staring up with wide eyes.

I had no idea if he'll make me a meal or what.

Anubis doesn't ask me a question, instead he shoves his snout into the cage and sniffs my neck, trailing down my middle, he sniffs between my legs and starts to bare his fangs, his red crimson eyes glaring at me.

"...a Queen you are," he drawls, while drooling over me, "Tell me. What happened to my bitch?"

A question?

Is good.

Questions were good!

I still had a chance to live through this encounter in enemy terrain if he was willing to question me first.

"H-hi! She asked for h-help and a place to stay, I was looking after her," I blurt out as clearly2 as I can, "I am so sorry she is injured –"

"You can't change what has happened with words of reprieve. Now. Listen. You're a burden with a womb. Slaves don't have a voice in my temple unless spoken to – one misstep and you're losing an arm you don't need," Anubis abruptly tips the cage and loosens the chains over my neck and Carmen.

I tumble out onto the heated stones, overwhelmed by this turn of events.

So I'm alive... but I'm a prisoner. I can work with that.

"Face down, ass up," Anubis stands over me and warns me to comply, so I do quickly, and he turns to this brothers, "Taste her and rid his scent from her womb," Onyx's scent. I make a noise of complaint as I feel two paws and claws pulling my ankles and feet apart, exposing more of my ass as hot tongues slide over my pussy and then inside, licking deep and cleaning me out, "Do not talk as they clean you, filthy Lycan whore, soon you'll be brand new," Anubis paces around me, checking out Carmen.

Waves of pleasure are wracking through my body at the tongues lapping over and into my pussy. I fight the urge to give in, though. I try to distract myself by watching from the corner of my eye, focusing on Anubis.

"This one is rebellious and naughty – we'll keep her shackled in a cell," Anubis rolls Carmen over, his sense of smell able to read her personality, "...wicked..." he looks over to see that I'm being attended to thoroughly, and consequentially catches me staring, teeth grit as I try to fight the blush spreading all over my naked skin, "...and you... you're a Lycan Queen because you're a fool," Anubis answers the silent question in my head – how did he read my soul? "You already want to fuck my pack. You will be used. But first you will beg me to fuck you. No one will touch you but I until then – and you will die for it... that's if you try to resist the insane want only a fool like you will drown within. I myself, am unmatched to any Lycan in existence. I am a God. I am truly Ancient. You squirm already at the thought of what I'll do to you later... that's a very good girl you are... don't resist," Anubis can see my legs shaking – my legs attempting to squeeze back together over the tongues lapping over me one by one by one. All of them, at least seven. But I can't keep the rush back. It's fucking overpowering.

I climax hard and fast as one Lycan tongue rubs directly over my swollen clit in torturous circles, and two others lick deep inside. All this happens at the very moment of Anubis finishing his little speech.

I scream my frustration mixed with demonic pleasure into the temple floor, hiding my face as I whimper with the strokes of the many Lycan tongues now lapping up my flood of cream, all tempting them forward. My whole body quivers, as waves of pleasure turn to waves of defeat.

When they're done, and the tongues are gone, I collapse onto my stomach, feeling my pussy squeeze with desire, over and over and over. I can't stop imagining Anubis' shaft splitting me open, kissing my pussy with it's huge girth. I know. My scent has changed. It's affecting my mental state, making me feel insanely horny.

As the pack leave, they also drag Carmen's unconscious body with them toward what I assume will be her cell.

I remain as a defeated mess on the floor, as Anubis paces back and forth next to Cleo, worried sick.

Time to negotiate my way out of this. Somehow. I need to make this neutral, and not about sex. I need to think about anything but sex. That's how I'll keep my head. I gulp down some saliva down my dry throat, as I focus on Cleo.

"She will be okay, I'm sure of it," I huskily call out, as I try to sit up.

"You don't need a tongue, slut... when you have a throat. Heed my warning," Anubis' threat is enough for me to seal my lips shut.

At the same time, Cleo happens to gasp awake, rolling dramatically and almost falling off the table.

Anubis catches her and steadies her back onto the work bench, holding her shoulders down.

"ANUBIS! T-they tried to take me, Anubis, they wanted to fuck me!" Cleo cries out, curling into his muscled arm, clutching tight and crying in relief, "Oh I'm so happy to be back!"

Anubis brushes her wavy black hair out of her face, and behind her ear, so gentle, it's so sweet.

"Shut your fae lips, little one, you were always mine, even while lost above in that terrible world."

"I was so scared, but I had to be brave until we united," Cleo wipes her tears and finally sits up, leaping off the bench to hug Anubis properly. He awkwardly accepts the sweet embrace, and then watches curiously as she walks around him to shyly look down at me on the floor, "...Silvia, my dear friend..."

"Welcome home, told you I'd help," I joke that it was my plan to end up here in the first place –

"You did nothing," Anubis snarls at me, taking offense.

"Anubis," Cleo turns to him, her cheeky grin back on her sweet face, kissed by the fae to have an upturned nose and pointier ears, even as a mortal, "Please be generous with my friend. She did no harm to me," that's so nice of Cleo to say that! What I'm about to hear next from her, however, will still manage to shock me, despite everything I had been through with my own Lycans, the demon world and the supernatural, still, this moment was going to flip the scales.

"You can decide her Fate," Anubis tells the joyous Cleo.

I expect. I assume. Her help.

Basic help for me to return.

To help me find a way back home.

To my Lycans.

Instead? That cheeky fairy asks this.

"Can we keep her?" Cleo's hands ball into fists with excitement, "She's a good mortal! I promise she'll be good, and stay out of your way. I'll teach her not to bother you. So, pretty please, can we keep her?"

Anubis tilts his head affectionately toward his favoured slave, using a claw to tickle under her chin.

"You dumb bitch, I was teasing when I said you could decide what happens to her," he replies, sweetly enough, "...but are you lonely?"

"No, of course not, not with you, I just like her and want her to stay," Cleo whispers back, as if I can't hear.

"It's not really up to you," Anubis growls closer to her sweet smile, she is unafraid and his heart melts at the sight of her, I can feel their love is true, just by witnessing the way their eyes engage so deeply with one another, "...but she can stay on one condition... a limit. One moon only. Then the pack will feast."

"Mm.... um, hmm... no. I want her to stay alive," Cleo protests.

"As I just said, it's not up to you. Get on your knees and be quiet," Anubis quietly overpowers her with his demonic change in tone, and Cleo looks down in frustration, but drops to her knees compliantly and bites her tongue.

Anubis strides back toward me, even as I crawl back to try and maintain at least some distance from the hungry Lycan.

Anubis easily overtakes my crawling back on my hands, and he paces around me, inspecting me, considering all his options.

When I look to Cleo, she is only looking at Anubis, totally entranced by him and his decisions.

"Will you be good?" Anubis asks me, "Or will you be bad?"

It's an innocent question, loaded with a bullet.

I must answer him.

And either way I answer?

I'm totally fucked.