He paces through his temple, approaching his well, with me a few large paces behind. I fell behind Anubis, because of what I could see. Sacrificed virgin brides who made a safe passage to his Temple, and were not subsequently slaughtered.

Instead? Over the decades, they had all been placed into a harem as priestesses who served his Heaven Pack.

I was not jealous. Strangely enough, it was true. Because of Anubis' aura – which was not plagued by loneliness anymore. Also, he had a strange twinge of something missing. It would be a silver metallic gleam that flew off when he was in my presence, when his eyes landed on me.

A curiosity for me. It was the hardest thing to witness on someone's aura, if their curiosity was for you, the observer. Because it was slight and brief and temporary.

I follow Anubis into the chamber of his well, assuming that is our final destination – but I am far from right. I am in the wrong again. With large eyes, I now witness a new part of the temple has been opened up, with the removal of stones – showing another uncovered chamber.

Inside this place, is a large oversized chamber. A den. Not a tomb. A place filled with cushions, throws and rugs and couches. It is clearly a place for the priestesses to sleep with the pack they serve. In the centre is a pot of perfectly metallic, golden paint.

Anubis looks over his shoulder to make sure I am following, when he confirms I am right on his heel, he stops by the strange pot and he dips his claws and hands into the golden liquid.

Taking his dripping metallic claws out, Anubis turns to me and puts his wet paws on the sides of my neck... my shoulders... trailing the golden paint down my petite breasts.

I don't question it, I just know he is about to answer the question in my eyes.

"The Favoured One," Anubis drawls.

"This paint feels warm... what is it?" I ask.

"The blood of Ancient Gods," Anubis explains, causing me to abruptly hold my breath.

"Blood?" I look at its strange colour with apprehension now, "...but why?"

"Enchantment, of protection and fate sealing – not twisting. It's a promise of luck," Anubis holds his claws over the pot and any excess paint drips right back in. The smears on me, dry and then sink into my skin, causing a metallic sheen to burst forth... and then fade, "...a certain Demon King wears a crown made of that gold..." Anubis murmurs.

"...The Devil... you know of him?" I ask.

"Lucifer is of a different domain to I, but he doesn't rule my domain – I oversee it," Anubis explains, "...in my domain – there is vast amounts of treasures and magic. Sacred and forbidden knowledge. While I work to preserve that – my whores provide me with entertainment and companionship... that is when they aren't bitching about it... for they all wish to be favoured – but none are chosen. They cannot take your place."

O-oh my gosh.

Me. Anubis meant me. Blatantly.

He was being so open about it too... um, wow.

I blush deeply at Anubis' admission, but I don't want it to be obvious, so I quickly think of something to say.

"Oh... entertainment makes sense... however, if whores you simply fuck... then what does the Favoured One provide for you?" I ask, cheekily, licking my lips uncontrollably as I look down toward his hard shaft. As my eyes focus on it, that thing I acquired – Common Sense – sends a chilling shiver straight down my spine. Be careful. Be very careful, even now, "Anubis," I quickly rephrase my choice of words, and my tone, making it more gentle and respectful, "How can I serve you?" it is a small whisper from my lips.

"Hold on, little Fairy. The blood. It had a deeper purpose. Now – you can never die," Anubis says it, so sombre, "Like me."

I keep my gaze down, blinking rapidly, confused, "...so I am... immortal now...?"

"No. There is immortal, and then there is eternal – I killed many Gods, I stole their magic, and in truth I just burdened you with unbelievable pain. Forever is painful. But. In return. I will have you forever, bitch, you're mine for eternity," Anubis' aggressive love-spelled words are like a final seal upon me, and as I keep my gaze turned down toward his shiny blades coming from his toes, I consider that he must love me.

"And... can you say... what was the Common Sense for?" I ask, truly curious.

"A chance, Cleo – for you to run. Why didn't you run, hide and disappear before the demons who wanted you, consumed you whole and drowned you in an inescapable shadow-borne lust? You will forever be a whore because of your willing choice to be such," Anubis is disapproving and judgmental, and I can only be truthful in return, in order to show him respect, even if he is being cruel.

"Because, Anubis, sense, it showed me something else beyond desire, I found a home, and although the lust is extraordinary... the safety is also extraordinary. Sense, showed me also, if I was to die I would have died a long time ago by a demon's easy tendency to rage," I finally lift my eyes to Anubis, and I keep my gaze steady, "...instead I realise with clarity that I am gifted with eternal life, eternal love, eternal lust – and I am shared around to be loved again and again, many times over... a Princess of Lycans who has 24 protectors... very nasty... beyond vile... and yet completely hellbent on keeping and protecting, their favoured one... I am already lucky that I am favoured by all of the Kings."

Anubis puts his claw to my forehead, swiping back a few loose curly strands of black hair escaping over my eyes.

Keeping my face clear, Anubis murmurs deeply, "I wish."

My eyes immediately light up.

He knew the fae lore.

That you could make a wish to a Fairy!

I await, expectedly. Anubis can wish for anything.

What will he wish for?

Anubis' jewellery around his arms, cling together as he lowers his arm to grasp his cock, stroking it to start leaking demon seed.

Anubis' wish is a snarled order, "I wish for you to obey your Lycan King; Anubis."

"You needn't wish, silly," I murmur immediately, but Anubis is already advancing – colliding straight into me.

I stand upright and still as a stick. Anubis is flush against me, and his cock is right up against my cheek, his balls inches from my pursed mouth, as I look up at him and his crimson eyes of total and pure domination.

Anubis was a King of something else.

Onyx was a King of Lycans. His Shadow Image, Anubis, had mastered magic and old gods and old enchantments.

Anubis was a force of magic.

"When I call for you," when I call for you, Anubis speaks loud and clear – but his voice doesn't just touch my ears, it also shatters through my mind, much like Sardonix, but his was a total and mature possession, "You will come to me," you will come for me.

It echoes many times in my head. Stunning me into silence, until I remember how to obey...

"Y-yes," I try to answer quickly but my eyes flicker into the back of my head, as his will grapples with my Fate.

Consume.

It's instant.

I try to resist, to regain control, but something terrible is happening.

I am taken. Me – exactly who I am, I am... t-taken...

I can only feel. I can only know.

But I do not dictate.

I have fallen to my knees, my eyes rolled back into my head – while his claws apply pressure to my waist, his hot shaft separates my legs, and Anubis fucks into my already owned and swollen pussy. There was no rest, no recovery – only absolute certainty that another Lycan needed a service and was taking me for his own lust.

I try to wake up, but as I fight, Anubis holds my entire tiny Fate hostage.

Why? For the feeling he erupts inside me. I can feel him fucking me, while my Fate is locked into my body, as he possesses me entirely.

It's a deeper kind of fuck.

This sex was with my soul – if I had one.

Anubis' promising voice is by my ear, as the force of his cock is ramming my ankles back by my ears. I has been laid back into the cushions, possessed and filled all at once, "My Cleo. My infuriating little bitch. You'll be fucked continuously for a whole Moon by me and my own," Anubis drawls into my ear, hot saliva dripping down my neck, while his cock dumps seed into me, so fucking deep.

Even with his knot keeping us locked together, Anubis flips me around and keeps fucking me, while my cheek is against the soft furs, and my hips are nice and high for him to hold. I feel my body continuously climaxing – but it doesn't happen like any other time I had been forced into this insane lust like with Sardonix or Onyx.

Instead, I feel a deep explosion rub against him, inside my head, rather than my womb. My pure and strong reaction is reaching out for his soul, which is inside me, while I am basically his vessel.

No. It's not a climax.

It's really not – it's something else.

Like a blooming star, it grows and grows and grows.

What is this growth?

This warmth?

This – creation...?

When the feeling starts to subside, time has become obsolete, and I start to regain myself.

Eventually I open my eyes – regaining everything all at once again. First I'm blinking from... a different position... within a different area... I look around with a sore neck and I see I am inside a dark dungeon... so I changed location? When... the fuck?

I try to move. But I can't. Even though my mind is once again reclaimed by my tiny Fate, my whole body is like jelly, a relaxed and comfortable jelly.

My arms are tight and restricted above me – cool iron cuffs around my wrists. I look up at them, and then at the shadow stepping over me, taking away any slithers of light.

Anubis is standing over me.

Looking quite annoyed.

"How did I get here?" I ask Anubis, my voice is so husky, only realising then how sore my throat is and how utterly dry it is. I have never been so thirsty in all my life – when was the last time I had a drink of water, and not just cum?

Anubis can't keep in his cruel baring of his sharp meat eating fangs, in a classic Lycan smirk, he leans down and tells me a nightmare, "It's been an entire month, Cleo," I shake my head, impossible, it felt like nothing. But the feeling inside me, the growing of that star – that was a feeling I had never experienced before in my entire life. So I had been in an altered state of mind, and that could have impacted time. I am still too stunned to speak, however, and Anubis can see that I am mute from his time-bending sex and ownership over my Fate, so he says, "I enjoy seeing you confused," Anubis is deeply delighted by my wide fae eyes and furrowed brows, "...and quiet... while I gave you something you've never had before," and what could that be, I wonder, "You are full with many Lycan pups. They are growing inside you."

"You're joking," I say, blinking in denial.

There was no way.

Anubis confirms his prior statement, with his classic mean streak, "Get over it, Princess. You were a fuck-pup. And now you're pregnant."

"No... I'm j-just a princess... I am not a queen... I can't... I can't be..." I shake my head, whispering it, trying not to cry with how overwhelming this statement is, and what it means for me and my future. How do you give birth to Lycans?!

Anubis rarely kneels, but he kneels now.

On one knee, he gets closer to my red and teary eyes, and he looks at me straight.

"A Queen becomes pregnant from Fate – but you became pregnant from a different, rare and very stupid phenomenon," Anubis admits, "True Love. You are my truest mate, my deepest love – do not cry. Why are you crying?"

I whimper, on shaky breaths, while tugging at the shackles, and unable to free myself, I get more and more upset, "Because," I barely bring the strained words together, "I cannot hug you!"

Anubis puts the smooth and blunt part of his claw against my forehead, and pushes my head back so I stop fighting the restraints.

I suck in my tears and wait for him to free me.

Instead, Anubis just silently keeps my head back, as if to say, no, while searching my eyes – and then he silently rises back to a full stance, dismissive of me.

As he walks away, I struggle and yell, "Come back, pretty Anubis!"

"Do not whine," Anubis stops by the stair case of the dungeon, which leads up to his Temple, "I like quiet, do not forget."

"But where are you going?" I can't help but yell out.

His answer is heartbreaking.

"You've overstayed your welcome. I cannot tolerate you beyond a Moon. I need quiet. I am going to fetch Onyx."

"But how was I even loud if I was possessed the past month?" I ask, truly whining, but it's justified!

"You whisper a lot when you're asleep," Anubis growls deeply under his breath, "...pretty Anubis... lovely Anubis... kind Anubis... all great delusions and a great shame that I could not cut out your tongue, but I enjoy its uses more than it's fallacies."

He goes off.

I glare at his retreating back as he leaves to fetch Onyx.

Gods.

What was I meant to do when I couldn't even hug him!

This thought frustrates me greatly – but there is nothing I can do but wait for the next Lycan to come and torture me.

With what?

With Lycan logic. They were fucking crazy.