Made in Hell 3 Chapter 4 (sex scene)

Ashe pulled down on my chin to open my mouth, and she slipped the rope inside before she closed my mouth again. My teeth clamped down on the rough fibres, and the tiny hairs scratched away at my skin, but it was a pleasant feeling.

“If you dare to move, or make the smallest noise, we’ll tighten the ropes, do you understand?” Ashe murmured.

I nodded my head as I fought against the urge to talk behind the rope.

“If you do as we say, you’ll receive the ultimate reward,” Sveila purred beside me. “For one night only, we’re in charge, and we get to decide how things play out.”

My breath came out in deep, even pants, and it only continued to increase as both women began to torture me even further.

Ashe got up on her hands and knees and shuffled backward to line herself up with my cock. She caught my eye and held it there as she gradually lowered herself onto me, and as my cock slowly filled her tight pussy, I welcomed the scorching heat of her center.

Then Ashe started weaving her hips in tantalizing circles as she rode me, and my Infernal Tempest shivered through my palms. The heat of my Infernal Blaze ran down my arms like my skin was about to erupt into flames, and every ounce of me wanted to wrench out of the bindings and take control of Ashe’s movements.

I briefly wondered how the women would react if I burned through the ropes this way, and if they’d punish me extra hard for that small misstep, but then Sveila joined the action and broke me from my thoughts entirely.

The Red Witch nestled between my legs just behind Ashe’s naked body, and she wrapped her arms around my demon’s waist and then left delicate kisses all over Ashe’s pale shoulder. Sveila looked up at me briefly as she worked her way along my lover’s icy skin, and I noticed the subtle hint of darkness that hid behind her amber eyes. Then she joined in with Ashe’s rolling movements, and their bodies grinded against one another as they brought me closer and closer to my release.

“Is this what you’re after?” Ashe asked.

I nodded my head as I watched the naked beauties writhe on top of me. It was one of the best fucking views I’d ever had, but the restriction of the ropes only added to the enjoyment. I knew I’d ravage every inch of the women if I had my way, but being forced to watch their delicious bodies sway while my cock throbbed hungrily was the perfect torture for me.

And I knew it was only going to get better when I was finally allowed to spray my demon seed deep inside them.

Sveila moved her hands and brushed them lightly up Ashe’s stomach, and I thought I was going to rip through the ropes when the Red Witch palmed Ashe’s breasts in both hands and began to massage them gently.

She touched her exactly how I wanted to right now, and I clamped my jaw even tighter as I silently willed the witch to keep going.

“Fuuuck,” Ashe groaned.

“Do you like that?” Sveila asked.

“You’ve got such talented hands,” the demon moaned.

“Maybe I should have a go with our master, and I can show him how talented I am?” Sveila suggested.

“Be my guest,” Ashe replied with a subtle smirk.

Had I been given the permission to talk, I would have practically begged for Sveila to have a go on my cock, but all I could do was lie there and try not to break my promise.

I shivered at the sudden contrast between the heat of Ashe’s pussy and the chill in the room, but it only lasted for a second before Sveila took Ashe’s place.

Then the Red Witch forced my cock into her wet entrance, and she eased her hips down as she arched her back and moaned with pleasure. My hands itched to take a hold of her bare waist and ram her down onto my full length, and I almost chewed through the rope while I resisted the urge.

Suddenly, before my teeth could break through the boundary, Sveila’s eyes began to glow red, and everything took a sudden turn. Her powers weren’t as effective on a demon, but I still felt the change in the air and the effect it had on my body.

My limbs became slightly numb, and it felt as though I no longer had the same control over my body as I used to. I was pleased to find this only increased the sensations that rippled through my cock, and for a second, I thought I’d never experience a fuck as good as this again.

“Look at him, Sveila,” Ashe purred. “He cannot get enough of you.”

“Maybe we should give him a little reward?” Sveila suggested as her hips thrust harder against me. “He’s been so good for us.”

“Ooh, yeah,” Ashe moaned. “Maybe I could be his reward?”

Before I had the chance to think it through, Ashe’s venomous nails sprung from the tips of her finger, and she used them to sever the rope in my mouth. Then she pulled it free, and her nails returned to normal as she traced my jawline.

“My Atticus,” she whispered. “The rules stay the same, but I’ve freed your mouth for one very special reason.”

I was desperate to talk and command her next moves, but I knew my privileges would be taken from me if I did, and I had a feeling I definitely wanted my mouth freed right now.

So, I fought back the urge and sucked in every groan that threatened to leave my mouth. I still had the Red Witch fucking me and moaning with every thrust, and now my demon huntress was about to have her own wicked way with me at the same time.

It was something I’d only dreamt of in the Hellscape. A fucking fantastic dream that I already knew would be a regular occassion in my new life from here on out.

I eyed every tasty curve of my demon lover as she grabbed hold of the headboard, placed her knees on either side of my head, and then lowered herself toward my face.

Her sweet juices dripped onto my tongue like a tease for what was to come, and as soon as Ashe’s pussy came in contact with my mouth, I ate her out with a vengeance.

My tongue explored the tight space as I made sure to take in every sweet drop of my beautiful fiend, and I licked and sucked at her clit every now and then to drive her wild.

“Fuuuckkkkk,” Ashe moaned as she rolled her pussy against my mouth.

Heat spiked in my core as I devoured her pussy lips with twice as much enthusiasm, and as the demon began to quiver, I refused to ease up.

I pulled my arms away from the bed to try and get more of her, and the rope tightened around my wrists and tore at my human flesh. It was the most pleasurable pain, and I didn’t think twice about straining all my strength against the tethers as I thrust my tongue in and out of Ashe’s pussy.

I was seconds away from exploding, and judging from the moans that whispered from both Sveila and Ashe, I knew my lovers weren’t far off, either.

Sveila took every inch of me deep into her pussy as she bounced faster and faster on my cock, and I could hear the squeaking of the wood from the headboard as Ashe continued to squeeze it harder and harder. Both women moved with abandon as their moans echoed around the room, and I’d never been so content to have absolutely no control in my life.

Being at my lovers’ disposal was its own kind of bliss, and I let them do anything they wanted with my body while my cock throbbed hungrily.

“I’m so close,” Sveila panted. “If you’re close too, master, I need you to moan out your answer.”

I did exactly as I was told and let out a smoky groan, and the sound vibrated against Ashe’s pussy just enough to make her shiver.

“Mmm, shit!” Ashe cried with pleasure. “Yes!”

The final few seconds all became a blur as the sensations took over my entire body. Between the heat of Ashe’s sweet pussy on my tongue, and Sveila’s tight entrance spasming around my shaft, I couldn’t hold out for another moment.

Sveila came a beat before I did, and as soon as her pussy clamped even tighter around my cock, my seed erupted into her quaking body. I moaned and sent another deep vibration through Ashe’s sopping wet tunnel, and that final vibration sent Ashe over the edge, too.

My demon lover came forcefully against my tongue, and my mouth filled with her addictive taste. It took control of every sense in my body, and I lapped up every drop of the wicked woman while she kept writhing against my lips for more. My tongue was buried deep in Ashe’s pussy when Sveila finally slowed her own thrusts, and I could feel my sperm seeping out of her filled tunnel.

Even after Sveila had finished with her mind control, it took a minute for me to fully recover from it, and both women were shaking when they climbed off my body.

“That rope was the best fucking ten pieces we’ve ever spent,” Ashe laughed breathlessly. “I love having you trapped there and devouring my pussy.”

“So do I,” I panted. “Make sure we don’t ruin this rope.”

“Oh, would you like to try that again?” Sveila asked with a coy smile, and she slowly stroked her fingers along my spent cock.

“You fucking bet I’ll be using that again, but I won’t be the one who’s tied up next time,” I answered.

“In that case, I’ll be very gentle, master,” Ashe said innocently.

Then the beautiful demon used her nails to rip me free from the bed frame, but she made sure that enough had been left over for us to use it again. My wrists and ankles had red ligature marks around them from where I’d been tied, but the pleasure was so much more than the pain, and I knew they’d all be healed by sunup.

“I hope we didn’t hurt you,” Sveila said with a pout as she held one of my wrists in her hands. Then she left a soft kiss on the raw markings, and I shivered a little from her delicate touch.

“It takes much more than rope to hurt me,” I assured her. “And even if it had done some damage, I’d take it again for you.”

Sveila blushed in the moonlight, and I sent her a wink as Ashe left the room to fetch some water. Then Sveila and I relaxed back on the bed with her hand placed over my chest while we waited, and I basked a bit in the witch’s attention.

She was so naturally caring, even if she did have a sinister side, and the way she’d kissed my injuries was like no one I’d ever known.

I wondered if I’d ever been cared for as tenderly as that in all my eons of existence, but if I had, I couldn’t remember it now. Either way, I wasn’t sure if it was the demon in me or not who enjoyed being the center of Sveila’s attention, but as the beautiful witch left a few more soft kisses on my wrist, I silently vowed to take care of her as well as she took care of me for the rest of my life.

Ashe arrived back with a large bucket of water and placed it down onto the table by the window.

“Hot or cold?” she asked us both.

“I don’t care, just as long as it’s water,” Sveila chuckled.

“Let’s make it hot, then,” Ashe decided for all of us.

I sat up from the bed and walked over to the table, and then I crouched down in front of it with both hands around the bucket. I imagined boiling the water and pictured the spirals of steam that billowed into the air, and before too long, my hands had created enough heat to make that image a reality.

Once the water was ready, the three of us took turns cupping handfuls of water from the bucket and poured them down each other. I washed Ashe, she washed Sveila, and Sveila washed me, and not a word was spoken throughout the entire process.

We rubbed each others’ bodies like we’d always belonged to each other, and I welcomed the gentle silence, especially after what had just occurred. My women had served me with their bodies, and now it was time for me to serve them and appreciate them for what they had done.

I took my time running my fingers over Ashe’s glittering nipples, down her soft body, and in between her legs. Then I made sure to slip my wet fingers into her pussy a few times while I was there, and Sveila chuckled softly as she gently stroked my cock with the warm water.

As soon as we were clean and dry, I led my naked women to my bed, and we all curled up together on the silky sheets. I listened to Ashe’s even breaths on one side of me and Sveila’s pleasant sighs on the other while both women stroked my thighs with their finger tips, and that gentle touch had been what fully put me to sleep.

I woke up the following morning with my arms wrapped around both women, and bright sunlight shone through the window. Our bed cover had been abandoned on the floor, and all three of us lay completely naked with our legs all tangled together. The broken knots of rope still hung loosely around the bed posts, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that the frame was still intact.

My memory of the evening was so clear that it almost felt like Sveila was still riding my cock, and I even thought I could taste Ashe’s sweet juices on my tongue. Just the images alone were enough for my cock to wake up, and Ashe giggled as her hand instinctively reached down to stroke my shaft.

“How are you feeling?” Ashe whispered.

“Fucking incredible,” I sighed.

“So, do you like others taking command every now and again?” she asked.

I turned my head to look Ashe directly in the eye and grinned. “Only when it comes to you and Sveila.”

“That’s all we ask,” Sveila yawned from my other side. “But I’m glad your wrists are no longer hurting.”

I inspected my wrists and ankles while Ashe continued stroking my cock, and as Sveila had said, the ligature marks had vanished and been replaced with very faint lines.

“I told you we heal quickly,” Ashe purred.

“I know, but I wanted to make sure,” the witch said as an embarrassed blush coated her cheeks.

“It’s okay, I appreciate your kindness,” I told her, and I gently brushed her dark purple hair over her shoulder to expose her breasts. “But that just means you’ll need to be extra rough next time…”

“Oh, I think I can come up with something,” Sveila answered coyly.

“Good girl,” I growled.

Then Ashe’s hand began to move more quickly on my dick, and I sucked in a breath as the pleasure overran my senses. I didn’t think twice before I brought my hands to both women’s heads, and with my fingers knotted in their hair, I eased their mouths toward my cock.

My two lovers giggled as they began licking my shaft like hungry kittens, and I laid back and watched the sun lighten the room more and more while I enjoyed myself. My women’s hands stroked and cupped my balls one moment before gripping my shaft the next, but their tongues and lips never left my cock. They doted on it like it was their favorite toy, and I held out for longer than I thought possible just to make sure we all got our fill.

When I finally released, I sprayed my seed all over their giggling faces, and I watched the two beauties lap at my cream before they licked my shaft clean. Then I beckoned for them to rejoin me.

“I’m very happy with both of you,” I murmured as my women crawled back into my arms.

“Thank you, master,” Ashe sighed.

“I love belonging to you,” Sveila purred.

“Good,” I chuckled. “I’ll be keeping you very, very close to me.”

It took a while for us to find the energy to leave the bed and get ready for the day, but I didn’t mind. I stroked my women’s soft bodies while they snuggled close to me, and they left kisses all over my chest and neck to show how grateful they were.

But I had to visit the werewolves again, and it felt as though time was ticking by if we wanted to save the imps before it was too late.

Eventually, I dragged myself out of my lovers’ arms and dressed in regular black pants, a black shirt, and a dark blue velvet jacket. Sveila went for her usual red dress which had silver ribbons sewn into the sleeves, and Ashe dressed in her favorite green silk dress with fishnet stockings and her black boots.

Both women looked fucking incredible, and sometimes I couldn’t believe that they were mine, and that no other man could have them. All of the delicious things hiding under their tight dresses belonged entirely to me, and knowing I could feast on them whenever I pleased sent a low purr rippling through my chest.

Once we’d made it downstairs, I securely packed away the three hundred pieces that had been abandoned on the kitchen table, and I placed them in my office where the rest of our pieces were kept. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the impressive collection of money grow with each day, and the image of my women moaning on a heap of gold flashed into my mind once more.

That was one dream I would need to make a reality very soon.

“Are you off to see the puppies?” Ashe asked as I returned to the kitchen.

“I am,” I replied. “It seems to be our best option for rescuing the imps right now.”

“Give them a wave from me,” Sveila snickered.

“I’ll give them more than a wave if they mess up,” I said honestly.

I gave both women a passionate kiss before I left the manor and headed for The Slums. The sun was low in the sky, but no clouds had formed, and the warmth from the sun ran over my exposed skin.

The Grimmway marketplace still held the remains of the party from last night, and I kicked away a few empty tonic bottles during my walk through it. The residents had started to set up their stalls for the day, but I noticed two tinsel fairies were fast asleep on a bench, and a half-orc had fallen asleep against a pile of crates. From the position he lay in, I wasn’t sure whether he’d chosen to sleep there, or if he’d collapsed into the crates, but the coughs and loud snores told me he was quite comfortable against the pile of broken wood.

Two banshees had started their daily fire, and they danced around the pit to help the flames build higher and stronger. The banshees’ gray hair blew in the wind, along with their long black dresses, and the fabric occasionally wrapped around their ankles in between steps.

Beside the banshees, a Black Witch stood over a boiling cauldron that had blue and purple smoke lifting from the middle. I’d only had one encounter with a Black Witch when we defeated the demon who hunted us in the Grimmway, but I knew they were known for conjuring up crazy shit, and it was often best to leave them be.

As I eyed the banshees and the witch, it all brought me back to the conversation I’d had last night with Sveila and Ashe, and whether any of these people worked for the incubi. It made me see all the creatures in a different light, and I began to double guess their every movement.

Fortunately, I reached the grassy hill before my obsession could get any worse, and as soon as I entered the Shadow Quarters, I picked up my pace and ran toward the werewolves’ home.

There were a few residents wandering around the streets, but I passed them all too quickly for them to realize who I was. I arrived in the trees behind The Slums and followed the path toward the wolves’ house, and the unlit crystal balls were still in the grass.

It looked like even more of them had been smashed since last night, which gave me the impression that the men had had some fun destroying them when they finished devouring the undead unicorn.

Given the fact that it was still morning, I wasn’t sure if the wolf men were still asleep or not, but I’d wake them up if I had to. I didn’t like waiting for people to leave their beds when I’d already dragged myself out of mine.

I walked through the arched walkway and stood in the back courtyard, and the walls around me blocked the sun, so the majority of their yard was covered in a dark shadow. One wall had crates of amethysts piled against it, and I was tempted to take a look at the famous stones, but a door opened before I could make my way over to the crates.

“Good morning, Atticus,” the alpha said with a growling yawn.

He stepped free from the building and wandered over to me. His eyes appeared swollen, and he scratched his face with one hand as he continued to yawn.

“Did you and your men enjoy the unicorn?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” the alpha said with a large grin. “Thank you again for your assistance.”

“Like I said, I’d never stand back in a fight.” I shrugged.

“I noticed you were heading over to the crates?” he asked as he motioned toward the amethysts with one hand. “Please, feel free to take a look.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

The two of us closed the distance between us and the crates, and then the alpha tore the lid off one of the containers. It gave off a pained noise as the nails were forced from the wood, and a dull thud echoed around us as the lid was thrown into the grass.

I peered inside the crate and noticed the amethysts had been neatly packed inside with a layer of hay around the outside. The imps never used hay to pack the orbs, so I wondered if that meant the amethysts were much more fragile and more likely to break in transit.

The stones were all various shades of purple, and some were as dark as Sveila’s hair, whereas others were much lighter and almost looked white in the daylight. The amethysts were all different sizes, too, some at least double the size of others, but they all held the same rough and jagged shape. It looked as though they had been carved straight from the rock face, and they hadn’t been cleaned up and smoothed in any way.

“What’s your going rate for these?” I asked.

I had no plan on taking their business from under their paws since they’d obeyed my wishes so far, but I’d never say never, and it was always good for me to know the finer details.

“The larger stones are two hundred pieces, and the smaller ones are one hundred,” the alpha replied. “Some buyers prefer a mix, others prefer one or the other.”

“And do you sell them in crates?” I queried. “Or are they too rare for that?”

“It depends who we’re selling to,” the wolf man laughed. “If it’s someone important, then we give them what they’re after. If it’s a feeble human from the other side of Rengfri, then we call the shots.”

“You said a group on a neighboring island brings them to you,” I began. “So, how often does that happen? Is it difficult for them to come across the stones out there?”

“Why, Atticus, I feel like you’re probing?” the alpha joked.

“I’m merely interested in the workings behind your business,” I chuckled. “We both run underground organizations, and I’m getting the impression we do so differently.”

“We’ve been doing this for so long that it feels like second nature to us now,” he explained. “It was difficult when the fucking priest took over, and the witch, and we were forced to change our ways, but we’re hoping to get it sorted quickly. Thankfully, we can change it up and go back to our regular ways now that the spell has been lifted.”

The alpha hadn’t properly answered my question, so it made me think that he was being careful not to tell me too much. It was potentially a smart move, just in case I had planned on stealing the business from them, and I did appreciate his inclination.

At least the alpha wasn’t an idiot.

“I know what you mean.” I nodded to help him see that I meant no harm. “Ashe and I took over from the dark elves so quickly that it was strange for the first week or so, but I feel as though we have it running smoothly now.”

“What are the rates for your orbs?” he asked.

“Like with the amethysts, the prices change with each orb,” I answered. “Each one holds a different power, some much more impressive than others, so that changes the overall price.”

I also made sure my answers were cryptic, but they gave him enough information to work with.

“Anyway,” I continued. “I didn’t come here to discuss your amethysts. I’m needing someone to complete a job for me, and I think your pack will be best suited for the job.”

“Oh?” The alpha frowned. “What does it require?”

The alpha lifted the wooden lid from the ground, placed it haphazardly over the crate, and then the two of us walked back into the center of the yard. A few other members of the pack had left the house during our conversation, but that was the first time I’d noticed them.

“What do you know about the incubi?” I asked.

“Oh, fuck!” one man called with an evil grin.

“Now you’re talking, demon,” another man added.

The alpha turned slightly to smirk at his pack, and then he returned to look at me again.

“We know enough about the incubi,” he replied. “I can’t say good things about them, though. No offense to your own kind.”

“I can’t say anything good about them, either,” I snorted. “But they’ve taken something of mine, and I need it back.”

“I see…” The alpha frowned again.

“From what I witnessed last night, you’re all extremely stealthy, and you don’t shy away from a violent challenge,” I continued. “That makes you perfect for the job.”

“You want us to take back what they’ve stolen?” the alpha guessed.

“Yes.” I nodded. “The only issue is that I don’t know where the incubi have taken my belongings.”

“What have they stolen exactly?” a member of the pack asked. “Orbs?”

“No, my imps,” I grumbled. “Four of them, to be exact.”

“Alive?” a wolf scoffed. “That’s a fuckin’ miracle.”

“I’m certain they’re alive,” I assured the pack. “The incubi are trying to draw me out. They’ll torture the imps until I retrieve them, but I won’t play into the trap.”

“Smart move,” the alpha muttered.

“And I think we know where they are,” another wolf replied.

I looked at the other men in front of me, and they all had the same excited grins on their faces. A few of them were rubbing their hands together eagerly, and I noticed a familiar predatory scent wafting from the group.

“You do?” I asked for certainty.

“We do,” the alpha confirmed. “We’ve heard from others that the incubi have a variety of places dotted around Rengfri, and that each location is used for a different purpose.”

“Then how are you sure where they’ve taken the imps?” I asked.

“If the incubi feel as though someone has wronged them in any way, they’d take them to a cliff face on the other side of the forest,” the alpha explained. “It’s their preferred spot for… punishment. But depending how long they’ve been there, I wouldn’t be so sure they’re still alive.”

“They were taken a few days ago.” I shrugged.

“Then it all depends on a few points,” he replied. “First, what have you done to piss the incubi off? And second, how valuable are the imps to you?”

“We killed a few vampires.” I smirked. “And when I say we killed a few, I mean we killed the entire coven.”

The pack roared with laughter, and one even came over to shake my hand. I was stunned by the gesture, but then I laughed along with the pack when I saw how pleased they were.

“No wonder they hate you,” the alpha clapped his hand onto his knee. “The vampires were their right hand men, and our greatest enemies. The air already feels lighter without the bloodsuckers around. But that may not be a good thing for the imps…”

“Which is why I cannot waste any more time,” I answered. “The imps are an integral part of my business, hence the reason why the incubi picked them to fuck me over.”

“We’d be happy to help you,” the alpha said with certainty. “You have done so much for us, and it’s only right that we repay you somehow.”

“I appreciate it,” I replied.

“We are men of our words,” he explained. “It is our duty to help you and your imps, especially since we’ve now been freed, and if rescuing them is what we need to do, then we’ll be sure to do it.”

“I will not forget your offer to help, as long as they’re brought back safely,” I added.

“Unfortunately, I cannot promise you the imps will be in one piece,” the alpha answered honestly. “It has been a few days, like you said, which means the incubi have probably been torturing these little creatures all that time. How strong the imps are will determine whether they’d survive the different torture devices.”

I briefly thought back to when a vampire had killed one of my imps. It was a sudden break of the neck, and the imp had no chance of survival once it was in the vampire’s hands.

“They’re fast and strong, but they become a target due to their size,” I answered. “Are you aware of what the incubi do to torture their victims?”

“No, we don’t know much about that.” The alpha shook his head. “Our kind have never been snatched by the filthy fuckers. It’s only the location of their hostages that we’ve been told about.”

“As long as I get them back, that’s all I need,” I said with a sigh.

I already knew there was a chance the stolen imps would be badly marred after their kidnapping, but I wondered how the others would act if their brothers returned without a heartbeat.

“Hey, boss,” one man spoke up from the back of the group.

The alpha turned to look at him, and the two of them shared a silent conversation. I couldn’t see the look on the alpha’s face, but the other man nodded his head, gave the alpha a pointed look, and spoke with his hands at the same time.

“Okay,” the alpha said before he spun back around to look at me. “I wonder if we could make a little deal, in return for the rescue of your imps?”

I instantly rolled my eyes at that question. The alpha had just said it was their duty to help me, yet he quickly changed that to make a deal with me. The robbing bastards certainly knew how to blackmail someone, but I resisted the temptation to peel his flesh off just yet.

“What is it you’re after?” I grunted.

“We spoke earlier about your orbs,” the alpha said slowly. “How about… if we deliver your imps to you, we get five of your orbs?”

The werewolves had crates of their amethysts, which were just as powerful as the orbs, so it wasn’t like they really needed some extra gems. However, I also had plenty of the orbs to spare, and if the men brought the imps back to me, I’d have extra pairs of hands to mine some more.

Plus, this small gesture could ensure the werewolves were more eager to do my bidding from here on out. After all, Ashe did say I was a benevolent ruler in some ways, and if it meant I got my imps back, I didn’t mind being as benevolent as I had to be.

“Deal,” I said. “You can have five red orbs, just as long as the imps are returned to me in one piece.”

“And what do the red ones do?” one wolf man asked.

“They have the ability to paralyze anyone, no matter who they are,” I replied. “I guess it could be of use to you.”

“Fuck yeah!” a few men cheered.

One thing was for certain, it definitely didn’t take much to excite this pack. They really were like excited puppies when something made them happy, and I guessed they were still looking to stretch their muscles after years as hostages here.

I certainly understood the feeling.

“But,” I said before the werewolves celebrated too much. “If anything goes wrong, if the imps die on your way back, or if you try to fuck me over, there will be consequences.”

“You have our word that we’ll do as we promised,” the alpha replied.

“Yeah, but you said that before you tried to blackmail me,” I scoffed. “I don’t give second chances, so unless you want to end up like the undead unicorn, or you want Sveila to cast another of her spells here, then do as you’re fucking told.”

The werewolves had seen what I was capable of, so they definitely knew I wouldn’t hesitate to kill them instantly if anything went wrong, and the whole pack sobered up at last.

“Of course, Atticus, you have our word,” the alpha said solemnly.

“Good.” I grinned. “In that case, I expect to see the imps returned to me shortly.”

“It would be easier for us to leave when it’s dark,” he replied. “We find it’s better for us to prowl when the sun is out the way.”

“Fine, you can leave this evening.” I shrugged.

“The imps will be with you before the sun rises tomorrow,” the alpha assured me. “It’s only right that we do this for you.”

“It is.” I confirmed. “But I don’t think I need to make it any more clear that the lovely little witch belongs to me now. What I say needs doing is done by her. No questions asked.”

With that final threat in place, I left the werewolves to conjure up a plan for their evening, and the entire pack bowed their heads to me as I left the courtyard.