THE LYCAN QUEENS s*x TOY

Chapter 4

The Lycan Queens led Damon and the rest to another corner of the house where different foods were set for them. Queen Zita signaled to them to go ahead and eat. The young men from the village rushed to the table, pulling many foods at once in their plates. They have never seen so many dishes in their lives.

The food. Damn that's a whole lot of food. If Damon didn't have a tingling bite from one of the Lycan Queen's near his crotch that was still making his blood burn then he could've sworn he was in heaven, there's no way there's this much food on earth. Damon never cared about food, it was a means to an end, a by-product of survival instinct, but one meal from the Lycans and he had changed his mind.

Flavor burst in his mouth. A succulent piece of pork with loud crackling and mouthwatering apple sauce coated his tongue, and it was better than anything he had ever tasted. Damon moaned as it slid down his throat, closing his eyes to savor the taste. When he opened them, Dorothy was smirking at him. But he glared at her in return. "Never seen someone eat this much? Some of us don't have the privileges of eating this kind of food, especially with meats," Damon snapped, embarrassed at the way he had fawned over the food like it was the first meal he had ever had in his life. Truly, his village doesn't have much food, they did what they could, but they weren't starving, but it was always dry and not worth getting excited about. They always feed on Soggy veggies from the garden, dry meat from the slaughter hut, and some grown herbs that try to cover the taste of it. And with that they managed to feed themselves. But the Lycans? They got the best of everything. The best chickens, the best pigs, the best cows, and all the best garden growth from the villagers as their taxes. While they kept the leftovers, the ones the Lycans didn't want.

"Then enjoy." Dorothy nodded toward the food. Eat as much as you want." Damon wanted to give in to his pride and push the food away and refused to do what he was told, but he was enjoying the food too much. He dug in, scooping some mashed potatoes onto his plate and shoveling them into his mouth without any care. He was disgusting the rest by the way he was eating but he didn't care. If the Lycan Queens we're going to f**k him anyway, then what should he care? Damon looked around the table. The boys were happy, eating as ferociously as him, drinking, laughing with each other. Had they forgotten what they were there for? Or maybe they were just excited about the phase of the sacrifice but wasn't..

Damon peered up at Dorothy who wasn't eating. She was watching. Not just him, all the boys, especially the ones from his village. He looked at Zita and Lorreta, who sat next to her, along the three-wide head of the table. They were eyeing the offerings too, and it made him nervous. He didn't mean to channel them, he wanted to know what they were thinking and why they weren't eating. He suddenly froze as his emotions blended into theirs. There was hunger there, but it wasn't for food. He looked down at his plate, clearing his throat, unmoving as their want became his, their lust became his. Behind that, though, was an urgency, a lingering taste of what he could only describe as anxiety. Damon frowned at that. They were nervous too? That made no sense, and they definitely didn't look it.

"Stop it, Damon. Or I'm going to have to put you in time-out." Lorreta grinned, a hint of annoyance in her brow as she shoved Damon out of whatever emotions tainted his body. Damon shuddered and went back to his own feelings, a sickness spreading in his stomach. She pushed the plate away, swallowing hard, ignoring the frowns from Dorothy and Zita .

"I can't help it." Damon said as he shrugged,. "Learn." Dorothy replied, smiling at him.

"Why? You won't see me past next week, so why does it matter what I feel inside you tonight?" Damon said and bit his lips. Dorothy laughed at that.

"I suppose it doesn't." She shook her head and took a sip of her wine. Damon took a sip of his and had to admit, the wine was really nice. Dorothy looked down at her watch then, before sighing and looking at the other two.

"It's time," she said, and they nodded once. Zita stood first, walking down the table. The boys carried on as if she wasn't behind them like a silent stalker, waiting to pounce. She found a boy from the Forest village, one of her offerings, and bent over him, her hand landing on his shoulder. He jumped and looked up, shrinking back a little before his smile fell and he nodded. The boy stood up and Zita took his hand in hers and led her through a door. There were three of them, and Damon hadn't even noticed them before. Each one had a gold plate on it, each Lycan symbol on one of them. So those were the rooms. Damon looked over at Loretta, who was taking her offering to her room, disappearing inside. She gulped, sipping more wine. Dorothy scraped her chair back, then leaned down by his ear.

"That's your last drink," he ordered, and Damon scoffed.

"You're about to get my c**k. You're not telling me how many drinks I can have to get through that," Damon hissed at her, and she scowled.

"So damn stubborn," she breathed, pulling Damon's head backwards and kissing his neck. "Last drink, Damon Or I'll tie your hands behind your back until it's your turn," she promised, and Damon shivered at the idea of being tied up by her, not as much of a threat as she intended it. Dorothy chuckled, probably sensing that her threat to tie him up was working.

"Why?" Damon asked, why don't you want me to drink?"

"I don't want you incoherent when your c**k is inside my pussy." Dorothy answered and winked at him before waking off with one of the boys while Damon took another gulp of his drink and watched her leave. It took seconds for the moaning to start. Then the gasping, the screaming, and then more moaning. Damon's stomach turned at the noises. The other boys were looking at the doors excitedly, eagerly waiting for their turn.