"I need these clothes, so please don't mess them up," I tell Zarphire as I stand up and undress next to him.

Part of me thought he'd take it as a challenge to rip them off me, but he actually acknowledges that statement and just waits for me patiently to put my clothes aside in a neatly folded pile with my shoes on top.

I turn to him, freeing my long blonde hair from the high pony so it spreads over my naked skin.

I stand on display next to the gigantic beast, as he continuously looks me in the eye. He clearly has a thing about eye contact. It's kind of romantic.

I look up to meet his stare but end up focusing on his teeth, which is close enough.

His teeth are on display, as his mouth twitches with a grin, and he keeps that powerful sorcerer gaze on me.

Anyone else would think he is working out how to devour me at the end, which parts to start and end with – but all those basic, demon-fearing thoughts I know of demons, start to slowly seep away with a different instinct in my gut.

The new instinct tells me he is far more complex than eat, kill, maim.

Even though he is pure demon, I don't actually understand what that means.

I just know not to cross him.

I boldly climb over his leg, to walk right up to his massive shaft – and before I get within touching distance, Phire lifts his hand and spreads all his claws out.

I pause as he puts his heavy Lycan hand up to my face, about to hold me back. He has to move in slow-motion so I respect his disadvantage with the cursed chains, and I wait for him to make contact with me. As his hand touches my face and forehead, my heart flutters in my chest at the gentle nature of the touch.

Why... why so gentle...

It reminds me vividly of O –...

"Bitch, it's me."

Phire speaks.

My heart explodes in my chest with a thousand emotions.

"Who?" I whisper, reaching out with both my hands to clutch his furry wrist, needing to claw into something.

"He's letting me channel through," Phire speaks, but his dialect has changed – to sound more like the Lycans of Dire Wolf City, "Phire used your soul, to understand who I was – and linked me right to you. It's Onyx, bitch."

"Onyx," I choke on the name, if this was a demon-joke it was the cruellest one of all time, "You–?!"

"Yes, it's me, you little slut pup," Phire is laughing, but in Onyx's way.

I scream in happiness, but also rage and sadness – my knees buckling with my emotion.

I fall from his hand to my knees, and I'm inches from Phire's balls and cock – but I'm looking right up at his Lycan smile – and his blue eyes halfway blink at me.

Just a tiny unique thing Onyx did with me, that I never even registered consciously, until I am looking for it now.

It's true.

This isn't a trick.

I leap back up and I wrap my arms around Phire's cock, knowing Onyx can feel it. Oh, feel it!

"I'm so happy I could die," I whisper to him hysterically, "Are you sharing Phire's body right now? Or is it... just you?"

"Just me – he's letting me in," Onyx explains, "Don't be so optimistic yet, I'm still dead," even as he speaks, he brings his arms closer to me, in slow motion.

His claws wrap around my waist and he lifts me up past his cock. I bask in every second of movement in his gentle claws.

"How long can you stay like this?" I ask him, my eyes begging for a generous answer.

Onyx watches me through Phire's eyes, but he asks his uncle – while I wait for his response.

"He said as long as you want," Onyx grins with purely demonic teeth.

I grin too.

He slowly brings me closer to his new sharp teeth, down to his chest, he leans down and holds me to his heart.

"Please, Phire, let him stay," I speak into his chest, just hugging him back.

"Silvia... we need to talk," Onyx pets a large demon claw through my hair, to poke under my chin.

Oh, he didn't want a hug?

I lift my head and I climb up onto his broad shoulders, on the left side.

Yup.

He's that giant right now.

I sit across his shoulder near his head, to look into his blue eyes.

"What do you need?" I ask.

"There's no guarantee I can come back," Onyx explains, and I instantly lose my smile, although his smile is vicious, "But Phire says he'll do anything he can to help. Including letting me borrow this massive beast's body. But there is a price," I gulp and I nod, "...he really likes you, Silvia..."

"I'm yours – I can't be his soulmate," I immediately whisper, feeling my heart sink.

"No, that's impossible," Onyx grins brighter, "He just wants access to you."

"Oh..." I whisper now, "Sex?" Onyx nods and licks his tongue over his giant fangs, "Demons are very clingy – and particular about those they favour. He is obsessed with you already. You naughty whore."

"We haven't even fucked, yet," I gulp, "But okay. What's the plan, now, Onyx?"

"Phire gave me some ideas. You need to prove to be the best Lycan Queen, it all rests on you, you'll have to sacrifice their Queen," Onyx explains, "It'll be brutal but it'll bring us back. Phire says you need all her bones. He'll do the rest. He wants her as well."

"Phire sounds quite ambitious... friend... or foe..." I ask this carefully, Onyx will know I am hinting at Obsidian's temperament. He was not trustworthy. I was weary of Phire in that regard.

"Obey the beast and reap your reward," Onyx advises me, raising a furrow brow, "Never lie to him or you'll burn. Demon magic relies on loyalty to the contract, absolute loyalty. You understand? Angels forgive, demons do not."

"You can count on me," I tell Onyx and Phire, reaching over and petting my hand through the fur behind his ear, scratching him. He leans into it, liking it, "Is there anyway I can talk to you, while you are... wherever you are?"

"I can't speak of it, it's very cold in here," Onyx is honest, "Restless death isn't very hospitable, the forces want you to choose one or the other – but I won't rest."

I just cry happy tears and smile at the same time... because he's fighting to stay.

Onyx moves the giant demon's head to nudge me off his shoulder, and I slide down to the base of his hard dick, holding onto it and sitting back. I lick over the head. Mm. Delicious.

"You made a promise," Onyx whispers in my ear, "Get to work, slut."

My wetness.

My desire.

My lust.

It increases. Knowing my soulmate can feel this.

I turn into his chest and climb up, pulling the dick up with me, so I can literally climb to the top and sit on it.

It's so... big... I get a resounding chuckle out of Onyx.

But then I get just the right angle.

The tip of the giant Lycan dick slides into me, and I somehow manage to land my feet onto his thighs, with half the dick inside me. It's all that'll fit. Onyx places Phire's arms onto his knees, so I can hold onto the arms too, to help me lift and up and sink down.

"Talk about a workout," I gasp. Onyx licks my cheek, kissing me. "Why did you kiss me, you never do that?" I joke.

"That was from Phire," Onyx growls out, "He really, really likes you."

I bite my lip and moan.

Keeping in my naughty words.

Because of course he should fucking love me.

I was a Lycan fucking Queen.

And oh boy, did I love this experience; fucking my soulmate through Phire. It honestly felt like justice between worlds. It felt like hope.

I had to work with Phire now.

We had to work together.

To fucking bring them all back.

Hey cute bitch, it's me, Phire speaks velvet smooth through my head, I can hear you – you know. Every thought.

Why do you like me so much?

Because your soul tells me one thing – I can count on you to do my bidding. Submissive bitch. I like that.

I... was not.

You are, Phire is certain.

I open my eyes.

"Phire is telling me I'm submissive," I whisper to Onyx, annoyed.

Onyx laughs hard, and his demonic laughter echoes off the walls of the temple.

He doesn't even respond with words.

Assholes.

They were both bonding over me.

So, I guess that's cute at least.