The camp is filled with Onyx's pack in human form, after setting up a... indeed... a very normal looking camp! I wander around and see each large tent is set nicely a neat clearing. A Lycan-made clearing to be exact.

This is the only particular curiosity about these Lycans in human form.

They're all holding shiny new axes, walking around smashing up trees with minimal effort.

In what seems to be a perfect circle, Onyx's pack are cutting down the trees all around, and one particular axe is sticking through a stump in the very centre. It's Onyx axe. I watch him casually grab the end of it and jerk it up out of the wood – then he looks straight at me.

A bit too intense for my liking.

I smile nervously and immediately make the mistake of backing away toward the forest with wide terror-filled eyes.

Onyx follows me with a wide gait, his crimson stare alight with amusement by my sudden retreat.

"Why oh why are you all cutting down so many trees?" I ask Onyx seriously, trying to distract him.

"For a bon fire tonight – a very large fire," Onyx explains in a low drawl, "Yeah. A really fucking big bon fire, it'll bring hell to us tonight," he is filled with giddy violence portrayed through his handsome smirk, white sharp canines on display. Onyx stops a few strides from me, dropping his vicious-looking axe – I relax – he wipes his palms over his jeans and then picks up the axe again – and I tense up immediately. He notices every change in my demeanour, never taking his eyes off me.

"Soo... w-where is Sivlia, exactly?" I ask, trying to hide my nervous nature and failing, "Your Queen –?"

"The whores are coming later," Onyx looks me over, from head to toe, as he lifts the axe toward me and asks, "Move."

I barely get time to duck before he's swung the axe into the side of the tree, making me squeak and spring away like a bunny.

He really smashed through half the trunk where I was just standing.

I hold onto a low branch behind me, as his eyes twinkle with his own Lycan-humour, unique to vile demons, "God damn it, Onyx. The tree is screaming with your brutality," I hiss, upset, "Leave this one be..."

Onyx takes out the axe and drops it back to the ground, looking at me with renewed distaste.

"Scat," Onyx snarls and warns me, "Entertain yourself with the bugs, go make a daisy crown."

"I would not pick the daisies that are growing so sweetly on their own," I roll my eyes, "I am not a bastard to nature like you," I flinch again when Onyx picks up the axe one more time and swings it so hard, it splits right through the rest of the trunk.

His superhuman strength has killed the tree in two blows.

It groans as it leans back and then it falls, crashing into the smaller tree behind it and taking it down with it.

I gawk at how it crashes so violently.

While I'm distracted by the distraught squirrels jumping to new trees, I hear Onyx take a step toward me and I quickly skitter off toward the tents, pretending to take an interest in looking around again.

When I glance over my shoulder I see him walking behind me only for a little, turning away when I look back at him.

Oh, was he hunting me down or what?!

It makes me shiver in anticipation of the unknown.

Onyx was so fucking volatile in his moods.

I look into one of the tents and find a bunch of supplies and sleeping bags, nothing out of the ordinary.

I keep walking to the tent that must belong to Onyx himself, as it's the largest and near the centre. I've skirted around some of the others to lose him.

I look in the window of this large tent and what I see inside is not what I expect at all.

I breathe in deeply and smell intoxicating pheromones and his tantalising Lycan scent coming closer again.

When I look over my shoulder Onyx is right on my trail, holding his axe, coming for me with the amber sap of trees dripping off on the shiny silver blade. He seems so proud of it, holding it on display as if to get another wince out of me.

I try to ignore him and I look back into the tent, where I see the numerous dog crates.

All his whores.

Including his Queen?

Are inside these small cages.

They seem to be sleeping, they must have been locked up all morning, for a brutal many hours.

I look over my shoulder to see Onyx but he's used his silent speed to close the distance before I can side step around the tent and escape. He is right behind me now, closing me into the side of the tent.

His arm comes around my waist, and the blunt side of the axe is held under my chin, as Onyx dwarfs me from behind and looks in at his whores with me.

"You said they weren't here yet," I whisper, hurt, "You lied to me."

"They were all fighting over the camping gear, they wouldn't shut up, so I had to punish them, they're separated and quiet now," Onyx explains in a very justified fashion, "You slut-pups are only good for one thing," his blunt side of his axe taps the side of my cheek, making me look sideways up at him, "Will you be an obedient good little pup, Cleo?"

"I'm just exploring, please relax," I explain, innocent and wide eyed, "I won't bother you. I know how much Lycans hate to be bothered."

"You're the perfect princess," Onyx approves suspiciously, his arm releasing me, he lets me wander again. But he still follows me as I skip away.

"Is – i-is there something you need, Onyx?" I ask, laughing as he paces just behind me at all times, while I try not to trip over the branches on the ground from the hacked trees. Onyx doesn't answer, but he can't take his eyes off me either, "Do you know when Sardonix will get here?" I ask instead.

"Later tonight, his pack are wounding deer for us to eat alive later," Onyx finally says something. I cringe at that.

I nod anyway and quickly walk past the tents back to the foliage.

"I might just rest here for a little bit, my feet are quite sore, so go away and cut more trees down or something, why are you stalking me down for," I snap a little bit, my fairy attitude raising it's head, I choosing a log to sit on in the clearing.

"Why don't you make yourself useful, smart mouthed bitch," Onyx challenges me to fuck with him. I know that tone.

I sit down defiantly on a log and glare up at him.

"I have not been rude to you at all," I snap, "So stop trying to act like I'm in trouble, and I am not a smart mouthed bitch. I –" I gulp, my eyes running over his abs, his full height, his muscular frame ripples with intent as Onyx paces up to my seated position. I freeze and my throat closes off as he stands not just in front of me, but with his legs on either side of my thighs, so his jeans are right next to my up-turned nose.

I squeeze my hands between my legs and purse my lips, looking to my left.

He's testing my resistance.

"I will wait for Sardonix..." I whisper, "He is more than enough for me to handle. I should rest before he arrives –"

"You don't belong to him," Onyx says quietly, "You'll serve us all. Now. Turn around, bend over and be quiet."

"You want to fuck me?" I ask, looking him in the eye.

"I want to taste you," Onyx gets down on one knee, grabs my waist and spins me.

Using his oversized coat on my back, he pulls it over my head and tangles up my arms.

My ass and pussy is up on display while I'm bent over the log.

Onyx puts his face between my legs, and his hot demon breaths almost burn my pussy. I shiver and clench on impulse, while he sticks four long fingers into my pussy and opens me up, looking in at me.

"You're still tiny and tight like a virgin," Onyx chuckles, "Adorable. But you're not wet enough for me, because you're not fucking terrified enough yet," still, Onyx licks his tongue straight through my folds once, twice, thrice, and then stands up while I'm distracted.

What was he doing?

I don't know for sure.

But my instincts tell me to stay very, very still.

I don't look back.

All I hear is a whistle and an axe slicing through the air.

It lands in the mud right between my fingers, next to my face. He almost cut my fucking hand off!

I scream bloody murder, and as Onyx laughs demonically, it echoes through the forest. He kneels back down between my legs and really starts to eat my clenching wet pussy now. He wraps his arms around my thighs and lifts me up higher, with his face right against me and his tongue stroking inside. He tastes my cream, and licks out over my asshole a few times as well.

I whimper uncontrollably, from fear, terror and the pleasure all at once.

As he feasts, Onyx's tongue grows longer and hotter, digging deeper.

I hear his throaty snarl that promises pain, and a warning for me to continue to behave. When I glance over my shoulder I see a Lycan in full heat, black fur and his red snarling eyes devouring my terror.

His Lycan tongue slides rough against my clit and pussy, over and over my opening. It's so hot and causes so much friction. I wriggle and squirm, I can't help it.

When the wetness has spread all over my thighs and ass, Onyx stands up, picks up the axe and tosses it into the forest.

I look up, as the axe swings through three trunks straight, cutting down all of them in one go.

A thunder of wood collides with the earth, now it's grave – while his Lycan cockhead now prods into the very entrance of my pussy, collecting enough juice, before sliding up to my small tight ass.

"Mmm, y-yes?" I whimper and close my eyes, already knowing I am going to regret asking that.

"I said to be quiet!" Onyx reprimands me with a loud disapproving snarl. He pushes his cock into my ass, deep at first – but then he takes it out and then thrusts it back into my pussy, then takes it out and puts it back in my ass. He swaps every thrust, opening me up, making me bury my face into the dirt, trying to hold back my screams of pleasure and frustration. Eventually he settles with just my ass, thrusting half way with his huge cock. The shallow slow thrusts make me want to crawl. I try to move but he grabs a hold of one of my legs, raises it and keeps me in place, "Stop trying to crawl away, bitch."

"You're driving me mad!" I yell out, truly meaning it. This kind of half-way to rough was making me insane. I wanted it all now.

"Deal," Onyx keeps fucking me so slow and so shallow, just watching me try to push backwards now, to take more of him, however, his claws clamped over my leg raise it even higher and keep me steady in one place.

Onyx thrusts deeper once, making me gasp – but then takes his cock out all together and swaps it back to my aching pussy. The shallow slow thrusts start again.

"No, no, noooo," I beat my fists into the ground, "Harder!"

I feel his cum slowly being dumped in my pussy, and dripping out of my ass, every thrust squeezing out more before the full loads come later. His seed slowly drips down my legs, making me sticky and smelly with his pheromones. It's going up my nose, and when he lifts my leg even higher, I'm almost vertical as he fucks me down, and the juices drip right into my nose, making me sneeze, it also drips onto my lips and across my small tits.

I lick my lips but that doesn't help.

I need more! He was going so slow it was torture!

"HELP," I scream out to the pack, "Save me!" someone had to fuck me faster and harder than this!

Onyx takes his cock out of my pussy, and lets the cum drip down my body. He throws me over the log and into the dirt. I land on my side, as he jumps over the log. Now I scramble back in the soil, sneering up at him.

"You fucking tease," I accuse him, bordering on tears, "You break a fairy's heart!"

"You're going in a cage for your ongoing attitude problems, Cleo, no pleasure until you're crying in true regret for your pointless demands upon demons; you're our whore only, you take it as we serve it, slow or brutal, you'll smile and be patient – and you should thank God himself that we love you enough to fuck you at all, you'd make a good snack just as much as a good fuck, dumb bitch, you deserve pain," Onyx swipes up my leg and starts dragging me back to the main tent. As I'm sliding through the dirt, the coat gets dragged off my back and off my arms until I'm naked again. I huff out a breath and pout.

I saw no spare cages when I glanced in at the largest tent.

I try to kick out of his hold but he's not going to let me go that easily.

Onyx slashes open the the zip and drags me over to the middle.

I fucking knew it.

He opens the cage to Silvia, who's waking up from a nap curled up on her side.

"Guess who's back," Onyx says quite joyfully at his Queen, who smiles at his appearance and yawns.

"Who?" Silvia asks, groggy from sleep.

Onyx lifts me up and drops me into the cage on top of her.

"My two favourite slut-pups, Silvia... Cleo is a fucking wet slut-pup covered in my demon seed, you can clean her... with your tongue... I want the Princess fucking spotless by the time you're let out together, do you understand, bitch? Don't make a mistake, I will check," Onyx says this very seriously, with his drooling sharp fangs and bared teeth on display, he slams down the cage top, then he turns and waltzes out with a typical demon stride, morphing back into his human form outside the tent, he disappears back to his pack.

My front is next to Silvia, and I squeeze in next to her awkwardly, our legs inevitable intertwined.

"Hi. Hello again," I say, chuckling awkwardly, while Silvia tries to wipe her eyes and is taken aback when she really registers who I am.

"I haven't seen you in so long," she murmurs, "I didn't know you'd still be alive."

"Well, I am!" I shrug, confined, "And I learnt my fate this morning. I am a Princess! A Lycan Fae Guide. Basically – I belong to them all. I'm just not the main... you know... the breeder," I explain.

"Oh," Silvia rests her head against the side of her cage, "That makes sense. Welcome back to the pack – did Onyx tell you why we are camping?" I shake my head, "It's a blood moon," Silvia whispers now, "Tonight – they're going to go a little mad. You know, like, more insane than usual. We could die, so we better do as they say. I'm well accustomed to this, trust me. Just do whatever he asks you too."

"I'm good at that," I smile, "I'm obedient!"

"Shut up," Onyx whacks open the tent and looks in, his human eyes grazing over us, "I didn't say you could talk to each other."

"Oh what can we do then?" Silvia snarls back at him anyway, disregarding everything she just said, "We're in a fucking cage already basically scissoring, which is exactly what you wanted – two girls can't talk while their naked tits are squished together? Give me a break."

Onyx thinks about it, he has his axe again, which he raises and pointes at us, "...another word from either of you... and I'll kill one of the whores..." he raises a brow, holds Silvia's eye, and when she stays silent, he smiles.

And walks out.

Fuck.

Silvia has drained of any colour. She leans over to whisper in my ear, as quietly as she can, "...I told you... they're fucking insane today... so... just... keep calm... okay?" Silvia pulls back and gives me a knowing look.

Flap!

Silvia and I both get a fright and bang our heads on the bars as we look back at the tent's entrance.

The tent's flaps were smashed back again, ripped through with one aggressive claw, Onyx looks back inside, his Lycan demon head, looking left and right, checking for disobedience. He focuses on his Queen and his Princess last, recognises we are white with terror, and...then... simply... with what I think is self-affirmation for his demonic terribleness... he returns to decapitating the trees.

Silvia and I don't look at each other again, we just wait to see his shadow pass by the tent.

His deep snarl comes through as he paces by.

Kind of cute, I guess?

He was trying to scare us, like any good normal camping trip.

So. Uh...

This camp had a few oddities.

First. A murder happy Lycan King. Who was currently obsessed with his brand new axe.

There were more Lycans arriving tonight, with a particular Prince who hated me for no reason at all.

Whores bound, caged and ordered to be deathly quiet or else.

A Full Blood Moon was on the rise, and a Lycan Queen and Princess were entangled in a cage with barely any room to breathe.

A lovely, normal camping trip.

The only thing that could make it any more normal, was some completely safe and acceptable murders of some innocent hikers passing by.

Just like the ones we can hear screaming horrifically outside right now. Silvia and I wince at the snapping sound of bones crunching and cracking, and the sudden stop to the screams of the dying.

Some silly mortals must have wandered too close to our camp.

Silvia and I finally share another look.

She puts her finger to her lips, reminding me to stay quiet.

I nod, and Silvia's eyes inspect my face and neck, where a lot of Onyx's demon seed had landed. She leans forward to lick me clean. I close my eyes and hold my breath as she caresses my face with her tongue, efficiently cleaning me by Onyx's command.

While she obeys her King, I had to as well.

I had to obey Onyx. To stay quiet. Or else.

What a day so far.

Finally I was home.

I had a pack that was now mine.

A family.

A large Lycan family.

It was just – yah know – a tad dysfunctional.

When Silvia is done cleaning me, I whisper to her because it sounds quiet out there, "Hey. Want to run away?" I wiggle my eyebrows. She looks at me like I'm dumb, but I show her my fingers – red from the cage door slamming down on them.

Silvia slowly looks at the cage door, slowly lifting it, she finds that it never locked down.

Silvia's eyes widen with interest.

"Your fingers must hurt like hell," she whispers back, "Why did you do that?"

"Because I'm a trouble maker, duh, we should run away, Silvia," I whisper again, "Wanna escape?"

Silvia thinks about it, and licks her lips as she considers the consequences.

She eventually narrows her eyes at me.

"You want to get punished, don't you?" she asks, deeply judgemental.

I pout.

"So?" I ask.

"I'm in," Silvia mouths the words, "But let's wait for the right time."

"Yes," I say it a little loudly, and she quickly puts her finger on my mouth.

"Shh, Cleo," Silvia whispers loudly, trying not to smile, "Keep it together."

I purse my lips hard, I'm trying not to snort with bubbling laughter rising from my middle. As I think to myself... of the funny consequences...

We very bad bitches had a plan to get punished.

I couldn't wait to make Onyx's heart race when he saw our cage was empty.

We'd break his demon heart, his favourite slut-pups, eloping into the night, away with the fae.

"Are you mad?" I whisper to Silvia, questioning her sanity.

"Are you mad?" she bites back at me, raising a brow.

"Yeah," I nod, answering seriously, "Like, really, actually."

"Good...we make a pair," Silvia approves, "The only difference between you and I, Cleo – is I'm putting the blame on you when we get caught. Okay?"