THE LYCAN QUEENS SEX TOY

Every year, the dark, hungry eyes of the Lycan queens sweep over the trembling human men dressed in white, their loincloths, casting shadows like monsters out of old tales. And this year, Damon was among the men chosen from the human village to serve them. That was the tradition, the Lycan Queens ruled the Lycans, Werewolves, Vampires and the humans as well.

Damon was twenty years old now, the age of offering and sacrifice, as his father, the village chief, often said. The age he was supposed to smile through, as though being handed over to the three hungry, sex starved Lycan queens waiting to ravish his innocence and that of the other chosen young men in their small village were gifts worth cherishing.

His father said it was an honor being selected by the Lycan queens. His chest burned with fury. How could anyone call this an honor? To be fucked publicly, used, ruined and expected to thank them for it?

He stood in the bathroom quietly as the warm water poured down his skin, but he didn't move, he was too deep in his thoughts to care about anything else at that moment.

Damon sneered at it, his nails digging into his palms until the crescent moons of his anger marked his skin.

He had once thought of defying the Lycan queens' order and running away with Aurora, his secret lover, and giving away what the queens demanded forcefully. But that would get his father and the villagers into trouble with the Lycans and he couldn't afford that. Once a young man named Desmond was chosen by the Lycan queens and he had tried to escape from the village but unfortunately he was caught by the Lycans Warriors and dragged back to the village. The young man had been dragged into the dirt, and tied to a tree, he was drugged with an aphrodisiac and raped multiple times by three Lycan queens until he stopped breathing, while the village watched helplessly.

Damon was just 15 years old when that incident happened, and the ruthless Lycan queens had forced him and other young boys in the village to watch as they raped the young man to death. The rape incident was meant to serve as a warning to the boys in the village.

After that day, he always had nightmares about Desmond, his pleading voice breaking in agonizing screams, and the pack members and some of the villagers cheering them on.

Damon's stomach knotted as he started scrubbing his body roughly, ignoring the pain, but nothing could wash away the truth: tonight, he and the other young men selected for the barbaric ritual would be their next victim.

Young men of the village became offerings to the Lycan queens once they reached the age of twenty. And they were strictly forbidden from having any sexual affair with human females. The young men would give themselves to the Lycan queens for one week and then return the following week and only then, could they be considered as proper men and are allowed to mingle with the human females.

The males in the village were considered nothing more than sexual objects for the Lycan queens..

Damon sighed bitterly and sank deeper beneath the water to avoid the disgust that threatened to overwhelm him.

"Damon! Son! Hurry! We need to be at the bonfire with the others," Victor, Damon's father fretted, as he knocked on the bathroom door.

"Just a minute dad." Damon replied as he peeked out of the bathroom to see his father. He was fully dressed in a black robe. His hair neatly brushed, he was looking very handsome.

"Dad, why are you dressed so much, like you are one being sent to the Lycan queens?" Damon said softly despite himself.

Victor smiled, his eyes flickering with hope. I wish they would choose me again." He said blushing.

"Enough of the chit-chat Son. Now get out of the bathroom, the queens will be here anytime soon."Victor said impatiently.

"I'll be out in a minute."

Victor hesitated, but finally left.

Damon pulled the towel over his damp body. As he walked out of the bathroom, he took one look at the white robe his father had prepared for him to wear for the occasion and shook his head. He would not wear that sacrificial robe. He would rather wear one of his old clothes, as he opened his drawer, The door to his room opened again.

"Don't even think about it. Wear the clothes you've been given," Victor snapped, eyes sharp.

Damon huffed and shoved the clothes he was already holding back to the drawer. His father smiled in triumph, as he helped him tie the white piece of cloth around his narrow waistline, the knot resting against the V that disappeared into the piece of cloth. The muscles of his stomach flexed subtly as he moved.

"Are you nervous?" Victor asked softly. As he finished dressing his son up." Damn son, I bet the Lycan queens will go crazy once they see you." Victor added proudly

Damon shrugged." I'm not nervous. It's just sex."

Victor smiled. "That's my boy, you're braver than I was during my own time"

"Did it hurt?" Tell me how you were able to go through with everything." Damon asked anxiously. I mean, as a human male, we are not supposed to have sex with one than one woman daily."

His father's eyes brightened with memory." I was inexperienced back then, just you. And fucking three insatiable Lycan queens everyday for one whole week, well let's say it wasn't an easy task" Victor said."

Damon's heart skipped. Fear crept into his mind.

"But don't worry. You are not the only one going to their pack, I'm sure the queens will be gentle with you all.

Damon didn't believe his father's words. "How many men this year?"

"Fifteen young men from different families, and you are the first, because you are special and also my son.

"Special? Damon scoffed. More like cursed. He laughed bitterly. Damon was born on the night of the lone star, and such birth happens every once in a million years. There was an old belief in the village that anybody born on that night was cursed and will be unlucky for the rest of their life.

"Maybe I'll be lucky, they might be exhausted by the time they get to me." Damon said quietly.

His father's face tightened, but he placed his hand on Damon's broad shoulder, his palm trembling. "It doesn't work like that, son."

"Well, how would I know? You never tell me anything!" Damon snapped.

For a long moment, Victor was silent. Then his voice came, distant, almost broken.

"They'll inspect you all. Then you'll ride in their trucks . Their favorites will be chosen first. The rest... will be sent to the city compound. A mansion filled with luxuries beyond imagination. But once you're inside... they'll split you into groups. One Queen per group."

Relief flickered through Damon. "So, not all three at once?"

Victor smiled. "No. First, there's a sacrifice and oath swearing that needs to be performed by the Lycan priestess and the queens, then after that.."

"Father! After that, what will happen?" Damon asked anxiously.

Victor sighed deeply before continuing." They will take turns having sex with all of you."

Damon stiffened. What?"

"They will select which person they want first, which queen will claim your virginity first"

Damon's gut twisted, rage flaring, he almost threw up at the thought of being tossed around by the wretched wolves.

"Father, what is our village benefiting from all this? Why not just abolish this evil tradition of turning our young men to their sexual slaves and cut all ties with the Lycans?"

Victor patted his son's shoulder again, whispering desperately, "They protect us, Damon. We are only humans and without the Lycans' protections, the vampires, werewolves, and other creatures would own us. We'd be nothing but blood bags and dinners."

"As opposed to walking sex slaves?" Damon spat.

"Enough!" Victor snapped, his eyes flashing with a little irritation "It's the way of things. We are human, fragile, and small. We survive only by their grace. You must accept it." The words struck like a chain around his throat. Or else you will be forced to leave the village and you know what that means. You will be left to fend for yourself and that is if you are lucky to survive the werewolves and the vampires.

Before Damon could reply, the horn blared outside, echoing from the bonfire. Victor's eyes widened in terror.

It's time, son. The Queens are here. Are you ready?"

"Son?" Victor's voice broke, thick with desperation.

Damon froze. His stomach clenched so hard he thought about what his father had just said. Chased out of the village? Those words alone were enough to make his blood run cold. He had never seen it happen, but the stories were enough to haunt his dreams.

Victor looked at his son who was still lost in his thoughts and without another word, he grabbed Damon's hand tightly and pulled him out of their house. Damon stumbled barefoot, his toes sinking into cold mud, the chill biting his skin.

"Father, at least allow me to put on my shoes," Damon said. He tried to free himself from his father's tight grip but to no avail.

Victor didn't slow. He dragged Damon between rows of villagers toward the bonfire blazing in the village's center. The music died abruptly, swallowed by silence as the villagers turned their heads to look at the father and son.

Damon's heart pounded against her ribs. The air was icy, sharp in his lungs, but sweat still clung to his palms.

"Father, stop. our people are watching, and you are embarrassing me." He protested." I can walk on my own."

"And give you a chance to escape and risk your life?" Victor asked angrily. And with that he shoved Damon into line beside the other young men. They all wore a piece of white clothes around their waists just like him. They all had excitement written all over their faces.

Victor patted his son's shoulder one last time and whispered to him." Make the queens happy, son. Submit your body to them, and give the queens an unforgettable week.

Damon looked at his father confused. Make them happy. How? How could he ever please those insatiable monsters who already owned everything?

"Father, they are the Lycan queens.They could have any man they wanted. How am I supposed to give them something they don't already have? I'm not-" his voice cracked, shame clawing up his throat, "I'm not even experienced. I'm still a virgin! I haven't even kissed a girl, then how am I supposed to satisfy them in bed?"

A strangled laugh burst from Victor, his son was truly naive." You can do it, Damon," he whispered."You will know what to do when the time comes. And I have taught you a few things about pleasing a woman's body. Put them to practice and you will be fine."

Damon's chest tightened painfully as his father gave him a hug.

"I love you, son. And make me proud.

"I love you too, dad," Damon whispered back, though his voice shook as his father left him to take his seat at the center square.

Damon's breath hitched as he looked around the villagers, he was searching for Aurora but she was nowhere to be seen. He breathed a sigh of relief, he wouldn't want her to see him like that. She was already hurt and heartbroken when she heard the news of him being among the sacrifices.

This wasn't just a night of ritual. This was the night he was to be claimed, body and soul by the three Lycan queens who would tear away what little innocence he had left.

"Damon!" A female voice called from the crowd. He quickly spun around to see who it was.

"Mother!" He said gently. What is she doing here? His mother has been sick for a while now, and he and his father had hidden the news about him being one of the sacrifices from her.

Her lips trembled. "Damon," she whispered.

A shadow fell over his face as he saw the person standing beside his mother."Aurora? Why had she come?" Her eyes were glistening with tears and he wanted nothing more than to run to her and wipe those tears away from her beautiful face.

His mother's frail hands cupped his face. "I'm sorry, Damon," she whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks. "If I had been stronger..."

Damon quickly shook his head. "Don't do this, Mother."

"I should have protected you against this barbaric tradition, but there was nothing I can do." She said, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Just then, the Lycan queens stepped out of their separate trucks with Lycan warriors behind them. The warriors were larger and bulky than an average human male. No wonder the vampires and werewolves feared the Lycans. Damon thought. The villagers including his father went on their knees.

"All hail the Lycans Queens!"

The villagers screamed in unison.

The Lycan queens ignored their greeting and started walking towards the young men that were lined up with their heads bowed except Damon whose eyes were roaming around the crowd.

"Are you searching for someone?" A female voice asked."

Damon was startled at the voice, he looked up to see a very beautiful woman in a black gown standing before him. Her green eyes pierced straight through him.

Queen Dorothy. Her presence alone made the air heavier, harder to breathe. Tattoos sprawled across her arms, she radiated danger, raw and untamed, her snarl reverberating through his bones.

Damon's instinct screamed at him to step back. But he held his ground, trembling but unyielding, he would not cower to them.

"Are we interrupting something?" Queen Dorothy asked."

Her voice was low and gentle, but it carries a hint of danger.

Damon's eyes darted to Aurora, his mother and father in the crowd. Aurora's tearful gaze locked with his. While his father's sharp nod was an unspoken order. Do not falter. Do not shame us.

Damon swallowed hard trying to steady his voice "No your highness."

"Are your knees broken? Why are you still standing before the Lycan queens?" Queen Dorothy's words came like a threat, though they were not.

Damon quickly dropped to his knees. "Sorry," he whispered but the curse slipped out. "Shit."

Gasps erupted from the villagers. But a sharp laugh broke through the tension.

Loretta, The second queen, strolled forward lean, her blond hair tied back into a bun, a long braid tipped with a bead falling down her back.

"I want that one, he will ride with me," Loretta said, amusement glinting in her voice.

Damon's stomach dropped as Dorothy's gaze locked onto his again, she didn't need words, she was practically stripping him naked with her eyes. He trembled under the weight of her inspection, heat crawling over his skin.

"Stand," she commanded. And the line straightened instantly. She stepped closer, she was so close to him that her chest brushed against his torso. Her breath ghosted over his lips..

"Why were you late?" Dorothy asked, her tone was deceptively calm, but each word dripped with unspoken threat.

Damon's mind scrambled, clawing for anything to say. "I-I was dressing up, Your highness.

Dorothy's lips curved into a smirk, and the faint smell of her perfume filled the truck, her hand moved suddenly, sliding inside the loincloth around Damon's waist.

Damon's breath hitched, his body burning where Dorothy's fingers brushed close to his cock. His knees nearly buckled. Suddenly Dorothy withdrew her hand.

"The truck now," Dorothy barked.

Damon's chest tightened, dread slamming into his ribs." What just happened? Why did his body react that way to Queen Dorothy's touch? He glanced towards Aurora as guilt flashed through his eyes while his father's grin shone with pride.

Damon's heart broke at the sight of Aurora, he wanted to run to her and give her a hug, but he couldn't. Not yet.

Another figure stepped forward. Queen Zita, the Southern Lycan Queen, her red hair flowing freely down her waist, her toned body radiating confidence. Her smirk was friendlier than the others, but no less dangerous.

She leaned down, her lips brushing Damon's ear." Are you ready for us? Handsome."

Damon shivered, his breath catching in his throat. Then his nightmare deepened.

Queen Zita pointed at four more men." The four of you will join him in the truck too." She said.

"Y-your highness, we respectfully decline to sit in the same truck with him." Lukas, one of the young men, said, bowing his head as he spoke.

Damon's stomach sank. Of course.

Queen Dorothy stopped walking and turned to Lukas frowning. She stared daggers at Lukas,who has started trembling as he continued talking.

"Your highness, It would be improper to share the same car with Damon, he's cursed. He was born on the night of a lone star, and I and the others would never risk misfortune on such a sacred day."

Damon frowned, he was already used to the villagers saying he was cursed, but the words still stung, but worse was the way all three Lycan queens turned their attention to him again.

"You were born on the night of the lone star?" Queen Loretta asked.

Damon forced himself to nod. His chest felt tight, but he kept his chin lifted. The Lycan queens exchanged a look. Loretta's smile vanished. Dorothy's eyes swirled with unnatural green and white before returning to their sharp clarity. Even the warriors exchanged nervous glances.

"This one needs extra care," Queen Dorothy.

Queen Zita's voice cut through with an authority that shook everyone." She grabbed Lukas's face tightly." The next time you defy me or any of the queens, I will have your tongue pulled out!" She said loudly for everyone to hear.

Lukas quickly dropped to his knees to his knees,"I....i..I'm sorry, your highness, please spare me." Lukas pleaded.

The rest of you, inside the truck. Now." Queen Zita commanded, her eyes blazing with fury.

Damon did not move. Instead, he ran straight into the arms of Aurora who was now crying uncontrollably and hugged her tightly.

Aurora clung to him, desperately burying her face against his shoulder, tears spilling hot and fast. They had only seconds before the Lycan Queens dragged him away, but she refused to waste them.

"Damon!" his father's voice cracked like a warning whip with warning, while his mother and the rest of the villagers gasped in horror.

"You must go now!" His mother's voice trembled, begging, but Damon only held on to Aurora tighter, his warmth wrapping around her like the only safety he had left in the world.

"I will see you next week," Aurora whispered, her voice breaking, clinging to a hope that felt like ash on her tongue." I will wait for you." She pressed something into his palm.

"Keep it with you." It's a token of my love.

Damon looked down. It was the wooden star. "Come back to me," she whispered.

Damon tightened his arms around her until he could hardly breathe. Then a feral growl shattered the fragile romantic moment.

Damon's eyes flew open. It was Queen Dorothy, her angry gaze locked onto them as she walked towards them, like she wanted to rip them apart. Damon quickly released Aurora from his arms and turned around and stood between Aurora and Queen Dorothy without fear..

Gasps rippled through the villagers. His mother's hand flew to her mouth in panic, but Damon's spine burned with reckless defiance.

"You belong to the Queens for one week," Dorothy said, her voice rumbling deep and primal. Her heavy chest vibrated with restrained fury, but Damon's anger flared hotter. He was determined not to let the Lycan queens boss him around. He was already burning with anger about being degraded and paraded for the amusement of the so-called queens and now one of them was angry with him for hugging Aurora?"

"Are we going or not?" He demanded in his deep voice as he pointed a finger toward the waiting trucks and the other men already inside the truck. "Or are we just standing here so you can keep glaring at me?"

The villagers froze, horror etched on their faces. Queen Zita and Queen Loretta exchanged wary glances, watching the tension between Damon and Queen Dorothy

"Learn your place human," Queen Dorothy warned, her voice low and dangerous.

But Damon didn't step aside, and his eyes didn't break from hers.

"Can you stop?" Damon snapped irritatingly. "You are tearing me away from the only girl I ever loved because of this offering nonsense, but I'm still here still doing it. So can we get on with it already? I'm getting tired of all this"

Queen Dorothy glared at Damon, this was the first time a human had openly challenged her authority, but funny enough she wasn't even angry. Instead she was intrigued by this human. Then, without another word, she turned around and started walking toward the car.

Damon followed slowly behind her with his head held high, though his insides shook with adrenaline. He risked one last look at Aurora and his family, his mother's tear-streaked face burning into his memory before climbing inside.

The atmosphere inside the truck was warm. The Lycan queens filled the space, Damon was sitting in their middle as their bodies pressed against him from every angle. He was wedged between Queen Dorothy and Queen Zita, his arms brushing against their bosoms. The Queen's big breasts popped out in their dresses like it was going to explode any moment. Strangely the air conditioning inside the car was on but Damon was suddenly feeling hot and suffocated.

"He's the one." Queen Dorothy mind-linked Zita and Loretta.

"Are you certain?" Queen Loretta asked.

"He was born on the night of the Lone Star, the prophecy was true." Queen Dorothy said.

Queen Lorreta looked at him at Damon and smiled, looking in the direction where Damon's eyes were fixed on their breasts." Are you feeling hot?" She asked.

But before Damon could answer, Queen Zita placed her hand on his thighs." Do you want the driver to increase the AC? She asked, her finger trailing along his thighs.

"It's summer, everywhere is hot. and we are packed inside this truck like a pack of sardines."The words slipped out before he could bite them back."shit," he cursed himself inwardly." You are no longer in the village and the Lycan queens could kill you for talking to them disrespectfully."

Queen Zita chuckled, "What's your name, handsome?"

"Damon."

"Your full name." Queen Dorothy's command cut across his answer like a blade.

Damon's jaw clenched. The queen's authority pressed down on him but his tongue itched with rebellion. He spat out his full name angrily. "Damon Fedrick. Happy?"

Queen Dorothy's eyes darkened, heat rolling off her in waves of possession. Her gaze dropped Queen Zita's hand still on Damon's thigh, and let out a growl.

Queen Zita removed her hand instantly. Something wild and reckless rose in Damon's chest and without thinking, he slid across the seat and pressed himself against Queen Dorothy, deliberately stealing the space beside her.

Queen Dorothy's eyes widened at Damon's audacity.

"I'm hiding from the cold air," He said with a defiant smirk. "And you said I'm yours. So either help me warm up, or let her majesty do it." Damon said boldly.

Queen Lorreta burst out laughing and Queen Zita smirked and Queen Dorothy smiled for the first time, and hauled Damon back to his seat before sitting on his lap. Damon squealed, trying to catch his breath, but Queen Dorothy did not give him that chance. Heat consumed him, a sigh spilling from his lips before he could stop it.

The other queens ignored them. Meanwhile Queen Zita placed her hand on the thighs of one of the men, her tone deceptively soft. The young man trembled like a rabbit, his cheeks flushed red as Queen Zita put her hand under his loincloth and started playing with his cock."Already hard village boy?" She teased him.

Damon looked away, disgust tightening his stomach. They didn't care that he was terrified. He tried to push Queen Dorothy off his lap but her grip tightened around him and suddenly he couldn't move anymore.

"You wanted this. Now sit until we reach our pack or else I will break your bones" Queen Dorothy said. her chest rumbling as she sniffed Damon's body.

"Fuck you," Damon spat. Fury lashing out before he could stop it.

The growls that answered him shook the car. Queen Dorothy roared, her Lycan straining for dominance. Her hand closed around his throat, pinning Damon back against the seat.

Damon gasped, but something else simmered there too, he was aroused by what Queen Dorothy was doing to him. He should have been terrified, but instead his cock was hard as a rock, something that has never experienced with Aurora before. The danger of it, the sheer power of Queen Dorothy pressing down her body against him lit something dark inside him.

"What's wrong with me? Damon muttered to himself.

Queen Dorothy's eyes flashed as she released what was happening. Damon's cock was hard against her thigh, and the realization sent a shiver down her spine, she wanted nothing more than to tear off the loincloth from his body and sank on his cock. But she quickly shook the thought off her mind, the offering needs to be complete before she can do anything with Damon. She tried getting up from Damon's lap, but he pressed her down tighter on his cock.

"Let go." She said in a low voice.

"Make me," Damon whispered, his lips brushing against her ears as she ground against him again.

Queen Dorothy groaned, shaking with restraint, her Lycan clawing for control.

"Dorothy." Zita's warning voice cut through the haze.

Queen Dorothy froze, then tore herself away from Damon with a guttural snarl as she sat back in her chair."Don't tempt me human, you don't have the slightest idea of what I can do to you," she growled, her voice ragged

Damon slid to the far end of the seat, he had regained himself, his hands trembling. He turned his face to the window, hiding the flush that burned across his face.

The blood moon's reflection stretched across the black waters outside endless and red, and the sky was clear except for a lone star sitting next to the moon . Just like the night he was born.

And in the shadows beyond the lake, something stirred.

Something or someone was watching them.