The Lost Prince

With a small glance at Veronica’s naked form, he didn’t linger, but didn’t see any signs he’d been with her either. So Colin took that as a good sign and stepped out of the room they slept in. It seemed they were in some kind of small housing unit. Outside the bedroom, was a lounge. Cupi was laying on a comfortable looking couch, her legs wide open, with Ira laying on her chest. The pair looked like they’d been tribbing when they fell asleep, but that didn’t take into account what looked like bite marks from a beak all over Ira’s thighs.

Turning into the last room, Colin hoped it was the bathroom. He was correct, but it was technically occupied. Dia was suspended from the ceiling. She was hanging by her ankles to a beam, by her own silk. More silk had solidified on the floor in a foot wide mound, beside her butt plug. Laying on top of Dia, like a hammock, was Kasey, whose face was covered in bits of dried silk. With a grin and a tired chuckle, Colin stepped past, to what was clearly the toilet and relieved himself. Heading back to the room, Colin got himself dressed and made his way out. The main door let him out into a hallway. But there were good smells coming from the far end. So he went that way and found a flight of stairs. Stumbling down, Colin found himself in the tavern. Right as he made it out into the light, Colin heard the heavy thumps of Dorak.

“Morning!” The big mino called.

Colin grimaced slightly. The boom of his voice didn’t feel pleasant in Colin’s head. “Morning,” he mumbled back. “What smells good?”

“Breakfast,” the big man grinned. “There’s enough for the ladies when they’re up.”

Colin grimaced and moved up to the counter. The rest of the tavern was empty except for an inconspicuous pair of legs sticking out from under a booth at the far end. Dorak dropped a large bowl of what looked like scrambled eggs with bacon.

“Thanks,” Colin said and took the offered fork. Scooping up some of the egg, Colin put it in his mouth and groaned.

“Good huh?” Dorak asked.

Colin just nodded and took another bite, before pausing. “Hey, Dorak?”

“Yes, my prince?”

Colin glared at the big man and saw his grin, so he let it go. “Veronica, did… Anything happen, between me and her?”

“Which one’s veronica?”

“Rattus, grey girl, came in with us.”

“Oh, her,” Dorak nodded. “Not beyond a lot of heavy petting. At least down here. Your wives kinda went crazy after the succubus started going down on the nephilim, and you took them all upstairs.”

Colin had a vague recollection of Libi lifting a blushing Kasey onto the counter and pulling her panties aside. Then a blank, followed by lots of sex he couldn’t quite remember.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Pffft,” Dorak made a noise. “Don’t be, I haven’t had that much business in months. Since that pisspot Andradox put the taxes up again, people have been tighter with their money.”

Colin nodded and ate another mouthful. “We were hoping to get a carriage.”

“I know a guy,” Dorak nodded. “I’ll introduce you when he gets up.”

Colin gave the big mino a questioning glance, and he nodded in the direction of the pair of legs Colin had noticed. But a set of solid thumps had him grin, “Or now.”

“Where is he Dorak?” A woman yelled, followed by a loud bang as the doors flew open.

Colin couldn’t help but turn and look at who had walked in. It was a mino, only… She was something else. She lacked the broadness of the large bartender, but she almost matched him in height. Her muscles bulged as much as her tits stuck straight out. Colin just stared as she clomped inside, before veering off as she spotted the legs.

“Dad!” She snapped, grabbing one of the legs and giving it a yank. A smaller mino popped into view. “Fucking hell dad!” She growled.

Colin didn’t feel the egg that fell out of his mouth, as the big woman hoisted her father over her shoulder. “Thanks Dorak, I’ll get this lug home and toss him in a water trough.”

“Wait, Abella, this is Colin,” Dorak gestured.

The big woman eyed Colin for a moment, “What do you want?”

“Ummm,” Colin had no idea what was going on.

“Needs a carriage,” Dorak offered.

“Oh!” Abella smiled widely. “Why didn’t you say so. Come on round and we’ll see what we can cook up.”

With that, the big woman turned and stomped out with her limp father still draped over her shoulder.

“Close your mouth kid, she’s not interested unless you can beat her in a fight.”

Colin snapped his mouth closed and turned back to his breakfast. “Experience talking?”

Dorak nodded slowly, “It was, let her win, or kill her. Either way, I came off half dead and bleeding. And killing her isn’t something I wanted.”

“I’m sorry,” Colin offered.

But Dorak shrugged. “Was a hell of an experience. She’s one hell of a woman for someone with the balls to go after her.”

Colin was saved by those thoughts, by a series of thumps, that led to a slow trickle of beautiful women coming down the stairs.

“Dorak!” Ira yelled as each of Colin’s wives flinched.

“Keep your voice down,” the big man chuckled. “Food is coming, get comfortable.”

The big man went into the back as Colin’s wives shuffled over. Each one accepted a good morning kiss and a small hug, before finding their seat. But it was Veronica’s refusal to look at him that had Colin on edge. But it wasn’t the time to talk about it. For now, it was enough just to eat. And with no further interruptions, that’s exactly what they all did. When the meal was all said and done, Colin got directions from Dorak and led his wives out the door.

The carriage builder wasn’t far. It was a single street down from the tavern and backed onto the prairies, for the steeds. The building was large and from the coughing and spluttering Colin and the others could hear, it was definitely the right place. Stepping into what could only be a workshop, Abella stepped through a back door and gave them all a beaming smile.

“Welcome!” Then she seemed to frown for a moment as each of Colin’s wives moved to stand with him. “All of you together?”

“Yeah, these are my wives, Kasey, Libi, Alug, Gula, Dia, Ira and Cupi. Veronica is also with us,” Colin gestured to each of them.

“Aaaalright,” Abella nodded. “That makes you the prince, huh?”

Colin heard the tone and shuffled nervously, “Is that a problem?”

But the big woman sighed and shook her head. “Not for me-”

“Get out!” A man yelled, bursting through the back door, holding a club. “This here business is loyal to the regent! No damned outsider is going to change that. He’s been good to us-”

“Dad, shut it!” Abella growled.

Colin watched the byplay between them. Abella was clearly younger, but she was also much larger. And Colin wondered if she’d put her father in his place before.

“I don’t want their money,” the man crossed his arms. “Deal with them and get them out of here.”

He turned and stormed out of the shop. Abella was left sighing and rubbing her head. “I’m sorry about my father.”

“It’s fine,” Colin reassured her.

“Should kick his fucking ass,” Ira growled.

Colin would have said something, but Abella laughed despite herself. “What did you need the carriage for, anyway?”

“We were going to see Master Bater. Find out if he wants to join me or not. Mistress Furore already has.”

Abella gaped for a moment. “Y-you have Mistress Furore backing you?”

“Yes, my mother was quite insistent. My husband proved his strength by bringing her a minotaur horn.”

Abella gaped at the aroct and Colin wondered what was going through her mind. But the big woman slipped around the counter and came closer. “Tonight, after dinner. I’ll meet you at the tavern.”

Colin grinned, “Thanks Abella.”

She hushed Colin quickly, but gave him a smile and gestured for them all to go. Stepping outside, Colin stood beside his wives and took a deep breath. Right before they heard something like a big moo.

“Oh, they do have a herd,” Libi smiled and headed around the side.

Colin, frowned and followed after, with the rest of his wives in tow. He froze at the sight before him. It resembled a longhorn steer. That is, if a longhorn had curved, jagged horns, purple scales and was about the size of a rhinoceros. The big creature seemed happy enough to eat the grass offered to it by Libi, who smiled at the big creature.

“That’s what people use to pull carriages here?” Colin asked.

“Moloch, they’re faster than horses on Earth,” Ira nodded. “More stamina too. They’re also omnivores. They’ll eat plants where they can. But you give them meat and it keeps them going longer.”

Colin just nodded and stared in awe.

***

Dorak conveniently waved at his newest customers and went into the back. He heard the heavy clomps of Abella’s hooves, and knew it was now or never. Stepping into the back, meant he could plead ignorant, if not innocent later. The muffled voices he heard were muted as he hummed an old war ballad Ira used to sing with him. That made him pause. Heading to the back of the room, Dorak took a deep breath and lifted the massive storage vat filled with ale. It creaked under his grip, but held together as Dorak shifted it aside. Below, was a small door built into the floor. Dorak got to his knees and reached for the handle. It clicked like it did the day he set and tested it. Lifting the door open, Dorak reached in and lifted out a long, thick leather bag.

“I always wondered if I’d have use for you again,” Dorak wondered aloud, as he drew his war axe. It was as sharp, oiled and dust free as the day he locked it away. And as he checked it over like an old friend, Dorak grinned.

***

“Does anyone know how to drive this thing?” Colin asked, when he saw the carriage. He was picturing something the size of a car. This was more the size of two hummers side by side. The wheels were like what’d you’d see on an old steam tractor and there were two Moloch hitched to the front.

“Even if you did, these babies are mine,” Abella grinned as she helped lift the ladies into the back.

The carriage itself was open top, but seemed to have removable ribbing to put up a cover.

“Wait,” Colin groaned.

“Yeah, fuck dad. Drunken asshole needs an ass kicking. A few weeks for a round trip should just about do it.”

“Abella, look-”

But the big woman turned her glare to Colin. “Whatever you’re about to say, if it’s about me being a woman, danger or my competence, I’m going to beat you senseless and take directions from one of your wives.”

Colin shook his head, “No, I just don’t wanna cause trouble.”

Abella burst into laughter. Almost literally burst. After leaning on the carriage for support, she wiped away some tears and shot him a grin.

“Trouble’s found you, little prince. I’m just making sure my family stays on the right side of it.”

“Get in the carriage, lover boy!” Libi called down from her perch.

Abella offered him her hand, but Colin flapped his wings and made his way up himself. The inside of the carriage was lackluster. There were crates at the rear, beside a couple of barrels that sloshed with some kind of liquid. The rest of the space was empty, other than a rolled up tent that looked twice the size of theirs.

The carriage shifted, making Colin stagger for a moment and he heard Abella laugh from the bench up front. “Hold on!”

The crack of the reins was the only warning before the carriage practically launched. The molochs were something else as they roared into the night sky. In mere moments, the wind was rushing through Colin’s hair, Libi and Kasey were laughing and Colin smiled, before snapping his wings open. In mere moments he was airborne. The cool air under his wings made it a pleasure and the speed the carriage moved let him enjoy the sensation.

Chapter Twenty-Seven – 55791

The smell of meat roasting over a fire was the first thing Colin detected as he awoke. Opening his eyes, he couldn’t help the grin on his face. Cupi was pressed under one arm, while Kasey was under the other. Ira had somehow ended up between his legs and was using his thigh as a pillow. Kasey, Libi, Dia and the twins were all scattered about on the bed, cuddled to one another and sleeping peacefully.

There hadn’t been any shenanigans the night before. They’d only travelled for about an hour. Once they were well and truly on the prairie, Abella stopped and helped get set up for the evening. Apparently there were predators that hid in the grass and it was easier to run into them in the dark. Not that it would be a particularly big problem, more an inconvenience. Which was rapidly made aware when Veronica took out a loud whistle and blew a few tones. Abella wasn’t too shocked by Zippy suddenly appearing out of the dark. But she still leaped to her feet when Harley appeared a few minutes later, much to the delight of Kasey. And with the tents set up, their bellies full and the night still long, it was best to bed down for the night.

Now, the morning after, Colin found himself extracting himself from amongst a horde of womanly flesh. Last of all, being Ira, who Colin scooped into his arms. The tool, killer and monster mumbled softly as Colin cradled her against his chest. She seemed to smile, then frown cutely as Colin placed her back on the bed. She squirmed for a moment and bumped against Cupi, who subconsciously pulled the smaller woman into her arms. Colin gave the scene a final smile, before turning and heading out of the tent.

Abella was sitting before a fire, roasting what looked like a leg of something on a spit. Colin wasn’t sure where the meat came from, until he spotted Harley, who was chewing on something that resembled a moose. That is if moose were green and had antlers that resembled satellite dishes in both shape and colouration.

“Morning, Harley’s quite the hunter,” Abella nodded.

“He’s going to be an asset if he keeps this up,” Colin nodded.

But Abella smirked, “Dunsk are hard to catch. Harder alone. If he managed it, he’ll do well where we’re going.”

Colin just nodded along and made a lap of the camp. The grass on the prairie made it impossible to see outside of the small area they had parked for the evening. If not for a flattened section for the road, it wouldn’t be possible to navigate unless you got up very high. A low thrum in the air had Colin glance up as Veronica whizzed overhead on Zippy’s back. As quickly as they came into view, she was gone again.

“Just keeping the bigger threats at bay,” Abella smiled. “The creatures on the plains are deathly afraid of things that fly and that petulara of hers makes one hell of a racket.”

“Right,” Colin nodded. “What kind of things?”

Colin scanned the ground. He rested his eyes on anything that was out of the ordinary. They’d been on the move for a few hours and he was on edge. Kasey and Libi were up in the air as well. They circled around every now and then to check on him.

“Colin, you know the rule for animal attacks?” Kasey called, swooping past.

Colin rolled his eyes, but kept his gaze pointed downward. “The whole, they’re more afraid of you?”

“Exactly!” kasey called, flapping closer and brushing Colin’s wing with her own. “The amount of noise down there, will drive off just about anything except and ester, and Harley is more than capable of warning us if one of those is about to jump out.”

“I just want everyone to be safe!” Called frowned.

“And you can!” Kasey smiled. “Work on your flying, get used to the feel. Do some loops and enjoy. The more comfortable you are in the air, the better. Colin nodded, but Kasey flipped over him mid air, swatting his ass in the process. “Tag!”

Colin got over his shock as Kasey rapidly beat her wings to climb. Colin grinned and surged upward after her. His wings gave him the edge as he rapidly gained and Kasey knew it. As he got closer, she shot him a smile, before rolling sharply and diving at the ground. Not wanting to be outdone, Colin did the same, albeit slower. The feeling of his stomach trying to fly out nearly made him open his wings again, but he swallowed the feeling and let gravity have him.

The sound of rushing wind drowned out all else. Colin had to squint at the rushing air as it whipped past, but he kept sight of his beautiful nephilim. She flared her wings slightly to take her headlong dive into a long swoop. Colin tried to mimic the actions, but kept his dive far steeper. As Colin closed the gap, Kasey began pulling up. But Colin kept the dive going longer and was brushing the top of the grass before he started rising above the nimble nephilim. But as he came up from underneath, she shot him a smile, and simply opened her wings in place.

Colin watched with frustration as Kasey practically came to a stop, mid-air. Racing past, Colin struggled to follow that particular move. So he carried his momentum around and spotted her racing off in the opposite direction. Colin growled softly and surged after her. His inner demon growled when she flashed him a smile and Colin snarled as he pumped his wings even harder. Unlike before, he kept himself a comfortable height above her, even as he closed the gap.

Looming over, Kasey tried to dart to one side, but Colin battered her with a wing. She shifted back and forth, but Colin kept her where he wanted. Colin wanted to savour his victory and enjoyed their moment of fun. But Kasey seemed to tuck her legs for a moment and made a few odd movements, mid air. Before Colin knew what happened, a colourful flash vanished behind them, followed by Kasey suddenly pitching up. Colin had no choice but to catch her in his arms, before her sudden weight dragged them both down. Colin held Kasey tightly as they ploughed into the tall grass, but it was surprisingly soft and brought them to a gradual stop.

“Kasey!” Colin gasped.

“Oh no, please help!” Kasey cried.

Colin sat up, but Kasey just pressed her ass into his crotch. “No please, I’m just an innocent nephilim.”

CLICK

“And what does a nephilim think is going to happen, flying around in my territory!?” Colin growled, sitting up and confirming, the coloured flash he spotted was her panties being dropped back in the prairie.

“I’m sorry,” Kasey begged cutely, laying her shoulders on the soft grass, while wiggling her ass. “I’ll do anything!”

Colin grinned as he flopped his cock out. Dropping the meaty appendage on Kasey’s ass, he admired the contrast difference. “I suppose, if you’ll do ANYTHING, I might just keep you then.”

“I’ll be good,” Kasey whimpered as Colin lined his cock up with her pussy and began to push.

She was dripping wet already and whimpered as Colin speared himself into her. Kasey clawed at the grass as if trying to get away, but she pushed her ass back, grinding her hips into him at the same time.

“Oh no,” Colin growled. “We can’t have you escaping.”

Reaching over her, Colin grabbed her arms and pulled them back. Now Kasey was pinned face down, with Colin’s cock inside her. He held onto both her arms, that were pulled right back, so she couldn’t struggle or move very far.

“Please,” Kasey begged softly, as she rocked her hips. “Mercy?”

“There’s no mercy for a weak little nephilim,” Colin growled.

With all the leverage he could ask for, Colin started thrusting. Keeping Kasey in place was easy as she gripped his arms, even as he gripped hers. Each thrust of his cock was met by her ass coming back to meet it and she wailed loudly into the air. Colin heard the approach of Veronica, probably reacting to the screams. And as Kasey began to scream and orgasm on his cock, Colin glanced up and made eye contact with the hovering rattus. The fur on her face stood on end as she nudged Zippy and the pair raced away.

“Oh fuck, Colin!” Kasey gasped.

“You’re mine, Kasey,” Colin growled, before continuing to thrust.

“Yours!” She nodded, even as she gasped into the air. “Fuck this feels so good!”

Colin grinned and pumped harder. He could feel the wetness running down his legs, even as her pussy clenched and spasmed over his cock. She was so wet, willing and ready, Colin couldn’t help but love her more. She literally gave up her whole life, following him to hell, and here she was screaming about how much she loved getting fucked by him.

“Tell me you didn’t take your potion today!” Kasey cried.

Slowing for a moment, Colin gulped. “I… Didn’t.”

Kasey growled, “No, say it like you mean it!”

“I didn’t take my potion this morning,” Colin tried again. That horrible tasting potion wasn’t easy to forget, and with the distractions, he’d completely forgotten.

“Say it sexily? Please?”

“Kasey…” Colin slowled to a stop. “I’m not kidding. I really did forget the potion this morning. I had breakfast, spoke with Abella and took off to scout.”

“You mean,” Kasey clenched her keggles. “You could really get me pregnant. Right here and now, you could breed me.”

Colin felt her hands tighten on his arms and swallowed. “Kasey-”

“Just a sweet little nephilim,” Kasey pouted cutely. “All alone in the wilderness, hunted down by a big, merciless demon.”

“Kasey-”

“All she wants is to escape,” Kasey continued, ignoring Colin entirely. “But the big, bad demon has other ideas.” She rocked her hips back and forth on Colin’s painfully erect dick. “Please Mr. Demon sir. Don’t breed me. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”

Colin blinked twice, before he surged into action. Slamming his cock into Kasey, she squealed at the force of his thrusts. But Colin ignored her and kept up his pace. Kasey, his beautiful, wonderful Kasey. The woman, determined to father his children back on earth. The woman he loved first outside of his adoptive mother. The woman who literally followed him to hell.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Colin grunted.

“Yes!” Kasey replied.

“You’re going to take my seed, like the good little nephilim you are.”

“YES!”

“AND, You WILL raise my children!”

Colin growled out that last part, as his sperm boiled up inside. It felt hot as it fired into Kasey’s throbbing pussy. She had practically orgasmed through the whole pounding he had given her. But the feeling of his cock squirting inside her had pushed her over the edge. She wasn’t capable of rational thought. All she knew was that Colin was making her a mother. Right here, right now. Her lifelong dream was coming true, with the man she loved. Even as the feeling of Colin’s spurts slowed to a stop. She still came. Colin, mad with lust, kept fucking and Kasey, mad with love, kept sceaming.

Libi watched from high up, with a grin on her face. “You get him sister.” Biting her lip, she looked down at the carriage as it raced along. She appreciated how quickly the molochs could move when they wanted to. And it also meant she could probably egg Gula and Alug into a little fun. So with a quick glance at Colin and Kasey, she turned back towards the carriage, mindful of the cool air on her wet thighs.

Chapter Twenty-Eight – 57775

“Can we get some sugar or something?” Colin asked as he cringed through the flavour of the infertility potion. But as he looked around, all he saw was a series of expressions from Kasey’s blushing smile, to Dia’s pout.

“Sugar would reduce the potion’s effectiveness,” Dia replied. “It binds to some of the chemicals in the potion, modifying how it behaves.”

Colin sighed as he placed the small glass vial back in his rucksack. It had been a week since they had left Northolme and Pratum was finally in sight. The whole trip, since he had intentionally had unprotected sex with Kasey, had been rather tense. And it was pretty obvious. When they returned from their romp, everyone knew what they’d been up to. But as the twins moved in for their meal, Kasey politely stopped them. Then to make matters worse, Colin had been at that very moment, gagging through the infertility potion. Long story short, demons were creatures of desire. And they very much desired his children. It was only after Libi, with Ira’s help, explained that them all being pregnant at the same time could be dangerous, that Colin got the vial back. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t still in trouble.

“Ladies, my loves,” Colin sighed. “I wasn’t thinking, I’m sorry. You all mean so very much to me and when given the opportunity, I took it, same as any of you would,” he grinned as they sheepishly nodded in agreement. “I promise, once this is all said and done, and we have somewhere safe to raise our children, you’ll have your turn.”

“You better give me twins,” Libi pouted cutely. “Succubi and incubi with a good matchup, are known to have twins.”

Colin grinned, “Even if I don’t, we’ll just have to try again.”

This time even the succubus blushed and nodded.

“Come on,” Abella called. “The molochs are fed and ready to go. Get your stuff loaded.”

Veronica buzzed overhead, doing her usual sweeps of the area, and Kasey, after blowing a kiss at everyone, climbed atop Harley. The big cat had followed them so far, he was definitely part of the group. Even the Molochs weren’t wary of him any more. In fact, Harley had taken to sharing his kills with the big animals, even as he shared them with us. Abella was positively ecstatic about the situation and we’d made good time getting here.

Unlike most of the days, Colin spent his time in the carriage as it trundled along. He expected the carriage to be rough and bumpy on its metal wheels. Like it had when they raced from Northolme that first night. But it seemed at this slightly lower speed, the wide, flat wheels pressed the grasses down either side of the road and it made for a smooth, comfortable ride. And it was just as well, as they had to deviate around oncoming carriages on occasion, being so close to the city. But the big molochs didn’t seem to mind pushing through the grass on their own. Colin’s only real concern was Kasey. With Harley, she was invisible in this place to anyone that wasn’t flying overhead, and even then Veronica drove them off easily. And he needed to thank her for that, except she practically avoided him since the incident in the tavern. With a sigh, Colin got himself comfortable for the final leg of the trip.

It was just after noon when Abella started to slow. Colin sat up and got a good look at the place. Everything seemed to be made of brick and mortar. A few of the larger buildings looked like stone, but brick seemed the most common. The buildings ranged from single storey to three, with a larger building in the centre that resembled a shabby keep. Around the outside of the town, was a brick and mortar wall, only barely higher than the grass that surrounded it. And like the guards at Greymoore being a majority aroct, here, they seemed mostly floof.

“Halt!” One called as they approached the gate.

Kasey bunkered down beside Colin, having transferred to the carriage before they got too close. But that still left Harley walking beside them in the open.

“All carriages are to be inspected before entry!” The guard called.

Colin looked him over. The aroct guards seemed to wear metal armour, but these floof seemed mostly to wear leather. They wouldn’t be as protected, but it did mean they were probably a little quicker. Each did carry a spear with a metal tip and a short sword at their hips. So they weren’t completely devoid of metals.

“What are you checking for?” Abella asked. “I’ve never been searched in twenty years!”

“New orders,” the guard replied as he directed two more around the other side. “We’re searching for someone.”

“A nephilim?” Colin asked.

The guard froze, before turning his gaze to Colin. But Colin stared right back for a moment. “And the prince.”

“And what are your orders if you found them?” Colin asked, flexing his claws. Kasey was still staying low so she wasn’t immediately obvious.

“We have orders,” The guard asked, now sounding a little nervous. “To detain the prince, and bring them before Master Bater.”

Colin nodded, before volleying over the edge of the carriage onto the ground below. “My name is Colin. I am the prince you’ve been ordered to detain.”

“H-how-”

“Kasey, let them see you!” Colin called.

The guard froze as he spotted the white wings of the beautiful nephilim. “I…” The guard went for his sword, knowing he was too close for the spear.

But Colin just smiled and offered his hands. “Please, detain me.”

The guard paused, before reaching behind himself. Pulling out a pair of medieval style manacles, the guard watched Colin carefully as he fit them in place.

“There we go,” Colin smiled. “Now, do you mind if I jump back in the carriage while you escort us to Master Bater?”

“Ummm,” the guard paused. “Yes, I suppose that’s fine. B-but we still need to search it!”

Colin rolled his eyes, “You’re searching the carts for the Prince right, you’ve already got him.”

The guard seemed to pause for a moment and nod. Colin became aware that Gula and Alug were probably on the smarter end of their species. He hadn’t had a lot to do with them, but he didn’t have high hopes. Turning his back to the guard, Colin gripped the manacles and ripped them apart in his hands, dropping the now useless metal on the ground.

“Wha-wait!” The guard cried.

Colin leaped with a flap of his wings and landed back on the carriage. “You detained me, now escort us.”

“B-but you’re prisoners, how did-”

“What is your name?” Cupi asked.

“Doleth,” the guard replied, stunned at the whole situation.

“Well, Doleth. I am Cupiditas, Diplomat of Regent Andradox to Mistress Furore, here with the daughter of Mistress Furore, Invidia. Both mated to the rightful prince and heir, Colin, who you need to escort to Master Bater.”

“M-mated?” Doleth mumbled, “So it-it’s true?”

“Doleth,” Colin growled, “Please stop ogling my wives. I have mated each of them except the lovely Abella.” Colin didn’t mention Veronica, who was waiting for them beyond the wall. They had a special barn for messengers to hole up and she had gone ahead once she believed them to be close enough to the city, not to matter. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t currently watching.

“Right,” Doleth nodded. “Permission to board? It will be easier to give you directions that way.”

“Climb on,” Abella grumbled.

As Doleth climbed up, he froze seeing all the ladies watching him. But he caught Colin’s glare and turned around, before gesturing for Abella to start moving.

“Ladies, they try anything funny, you are to fight as hard as you can to escape. But surrender if it would cost your life otherwise. I’ll find you, no matter where you end up.”

“Yes husband,” Ira growled, while Kasey clutched tightly at his arm.

It was the biggest risk for her. Nephilim on their own would have a very short, painful existence here. Her being part of Colin’s group might make that worse. She would forever be his main priority if ever something went wrong. But he shook off those thoughts and admired the city as they passed through.

Pratum seemed much larger than Greymoore at first glance. But then Colin realised that this place was set up differently. Greymoore was vertical in comparison. Most buildings in Greymoore were multi storey, here, most were only single or double at most. With the larger buildings further to the centre. The architecture was the same as they went, which told Colin that the same level of care had been placed at every quarter. Where there was no doubt a poor district, he was impressed that it wasn’t obvious. There also seemed to be a distinct lack of homeless or beggars. Everyone out and about seemed to have something to do and only those stopping to each or chat seemed to loiter. But by far, the most overwhelming thing he noticed was the smell.

Meat.

It was everywhere. It was steamed, fried, roasted, seasoned and served raw. It was everywhere. Sure there was the odd blacksmith, or a jeweler, but by far the most common type of trade here was food and beverages. Just about everyone carried something to eat with them. It was almost comical. Colin snorted in amusement as they passed an obviously pregnant minotaur, carrying a large bowl, heaped with what looked like mashed potatoes sprinkled with bacon. She was doing a good job of juggling the bowl, while carrying an armful of other groceries.

But his amusement began to wane as they came closer to the keep. It was a large building. Made of bricks and mortar like most others. But these bricks were much, much larger. The keep was several stories taller than most of the others, and it sat on a strange kind of lean that Colin didn’t think was particularly safe. But he didn’t have the chance to admire things as the carriage came to a stop outside the main doors. And… Well they were big doors, but the doors on Dorak’s tavern were bigger.

“Make way! We’ve captured the Prince!” Doleth yelled.

The guards formed up quickly, two opened the doors, while Colin and his wives climbed down from the carriage.

“Hey, catch!” Colin looked up, to see a barrel hurtling towards him. Without a moment to think, Colin braced and caught it on his chest. Plopping it on the ground, Abella grinned from above. “Two more!”

Grinning, Colin nodded and ignored the approaching guards as Abella tossed the two barrels down to him. With that done, Abella joined them on the ground and picked up two of the barrels. Hosting them over her shoulders with ease, Colin shrugged and picked up the third. And while he had the strength to lift it easily enough, he didn’t see himself having the shoulder room to carry two of them.

“Right, let’s go!” Abella called.

“You just wait here for mommy, okay?” Kasey smiled at Harley and he mroared back, grumpily.

The guards, rightly confused, seemed to just do as Abella asked and surround them all. Cupi moved ahead of Colin, while Ira kept to his side. The others seemed to just stick close. But after a few steps, Libi’s “Ouch!” brought Colin to a stop.

The thump of Colin’s barrel hitting the ground made Abella turn around to check, but she wasn’t what he was focussing on.

“Move along!” The guard growled. He was standing directly behind Libi, who grimaced and tugged a wing around to her front. “What are you waiting for! MOVE IT!” He raised his spear to use it as a battering ram and shove Libi with it a second time. But he didn’t account for Colin.

Stepping through his wives, Colin caught the haft of the spear in one hand and glared at the guard. “You struck my wife.”

“And I’ll fucking strike you too, you little shit-”

Colin slammed the guards spear into his face. While the guard probably bruised Libi’s wing, Colin shattered his teeth. The guard was making horrible noises as he writhed on the floor. He ignored Ira’s snarling behind him as the other guards tried to move in to help. Lifting the haft of the spear, Colin brought it down over the ribs of the guard. The floof yelped at the impact, but Colin swung again, cracking it across the man’s raised shins. The guard cried out and rolled onto his side. With his back exposed, Colin swung like a golf club and shattered the spear over the guard’s back.

Surging with power, Colin spread his wings as black flames leaped from his skin. Pumping out as much lust as he possibly could, he penetrated just about everyone in the city that was susceptible. Knowing he couldn’t affect children, meant he didn’t need to care about tempering his power. So he let himself loose.

“NOBODY TOUCHES MY WIVES!”

The combination of lust, fused with his words must have driven home the message. Those who were still standing, took a step back at Colin’s rage. With a final glare at the softly sobbing guard, Colin shut off his power and checked on Libi, who looked like she was about to get on her knees for him. But Colin just kissed her instead.

“Y-you just assaulted a guard,” Doleth stammered.

Colin glared at the floof until he looked away. “We came here without resisting. We were polite, didn’t cause trouble and that guard proceeded to assault my wife for no reason. How many other people has he abused over the years?”

Doleth grimaced and nodded, “Right, but I’ll still need to make a report to Master Bater.”

Leaving the choked sobs of the beaten guard, Colin followed Abella, after picking up the barrel and continued inside. The main room was a banquet hall, and it was immediately obvious it was mostly for one. The floof at the end of the table was huge. Not like Dorak was huge, but huge as in, this man seemed to do nothing but eat. Only, he stared slack jawed at the newcomers that followed inside.

“Abella,” the man mumbled. “W-what was… What happened. I felt… I felt strange.”

“Uncle,” Abella bowed slightly. “My c-companion’s wife was assaulted by one of your guards. He got a little mad in retaliation.”

“My word,” the man mumbled, before picking up what looked like an oversized turkey leg. “Is that my sauce?”

“It is, I also have a barrel of my milk,” Abella dropped the two barrels she carried, before taking Colin’s and placing it with hers.

“Oh, you’re good to me!” The big man grinned, standing up on shaky legs. He waddled over as Abella pried off the lid of one of the barrels. The floof dipped the drumstick into the barrel and when it was extracted, it was coated in something Colin thought was barbeque sauce. The floor took a bite and moaned in delight. “My dear, this might be your best batch yet.”

“Thank you uncle,” Abella smiled. “Now, can I introduce my friends?”

“Certainly!” The big floof smiled.

“Uncle, This is Colin, the lost prince, and his wives. Alug, Dia, Gula, Ira, Cupi, Kasey and Libi. Everyone, this is Master Bater.”

“Oh, it’s,” Master Bater froze. “Did you say prince?”

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Master Bater glanced from Colin, to Abella and then the barrels.

“Guards, seize the prince and his wives.”

“Uncle!” Abella cried.

But the big man shook his head, “I’m sorry my dear. I have orders.”

“Uncle, you need to listen to Colin! Just hear him out, please?!”

The big man sighed and reached for Abella’s hand. “I’m sorry.”

Colin extended his claws as he felt the glands in his mouth tense in readiness. The guards looked nervous, after what they’d seen Colin do. But moved in regardless.

“Fine, this is the last batch of sauce you’ll ever get from me.”

“What?” Master Bater froze.

Colin glanced at the rotund man and saw genuine fear in his eyes.

“You wouldn’t… Abella.”

“No,” The big woman shook her head. “If you hand my friends to Andradox, I’ll never bring you another barrel of my special sauce.”

Master Bater looked like he was about to cry as he raised his hand in a ‘halt’ motion. “Colin, was it?”

Colin turned his attention from the closest guard, to the Master, who had placed his drumstick on the table. “Yes?”

“Why is my niece telling me to speak to you?”

Colin shrugged. “She’s a friend. She brought me here to speak to you, so I can ask for your help against Andradox.”

“What do you need my help for?”

“I was raised on earth,” Colin frowned. “I didn’t want to come here, but I was forced. Now I’m here, I can’t go home. And the regent wants to kill me. Worse, one of my wives is a nephilim. And-”

“He will do far worse to her,” Master Bater nodded. “What does this have to do with me?”

“Mistress Furore has already sworn fealty to the prince,” Dia offered.

“We hoped, you would too,” Gula and Alug said in unison.

Master Bater frowned, “Mistress Furore… She wouldn’t bow to anyone. Especially not now.”

“My mother,” Dia smiled. “Was not happy at first, but she came to see reason.”

“Mother,” Master Bater gaped for a moment, before turning and making his way back to his seat. “You are aware, you are asking my people to commit to war, yes?”

Colin nodded, “If there was a way to just ride off into the wilderness and live with my wives, I’d take it. But Andradox has already tried to kill me and mine. As far as I’m concerned, I’m already at war.”

“I can’t afford a war,” Master Bater said slowly. “A millenia ago, we were taxed in goods or coin as the regent demanded. Now we’re taxed in both. I don’t have the resources to fight a war.”

“Uncle, didn’t you just pay your last levi?” Abella asked.

“Yes child, but it takes all year to save for the next.”

“I imagine we’ll be in open conflict well within the year,” Cupi offered. “If we are successful, we will reduce your taxes to a more appropriate amount.”

“What do you know of our situation?” Master Bater asked.

Cupi smiled. “Diplomat to the Regent, sent to Mistress Furore, before my husband,the Prince, mated me. I am aware of your situation, just as I am aware, that even a millenia ago, you were taxed too much. Your land cannot support this output for another millenia. Eventually you will have conflict, whether you side with us or not.”

Master Bater sighed and slumped in his chair. “You’re not wrong,” he sighed and grabbed his drumstick, before taking a bite. “With taxes just paid, it will be almost another year before they’re due again. If I fail to pay up, I will have mere weeks before the regent’s armies are on my doorstep.”

“And by doing nothing, the same will happen in the next few hundred years, whether you like it or not,” Cupi added.

“Very well,” Master Bater nodded. “You will have the support of the floof.”

“And it will be short lived,” hissed an unfamiliar voice.

Colin turned and frowned at the figure moving towards them. They were… rather indescribable. Whoever they were, moved almost with an odd limp. Like one leg was longer than the other. But their entire body was covered in a large cloak, deep enough that Colin couldn’t make out the face.

“Who are you?” Colin asked.

“Colin, get back,” Ira hissed.

Colin frowned, but saw a measure of fear in Ira’s eyes. With a snarl, Colin turned back to the hooded figure approaching. But it simply held up a pale hand. A purple light began to form and Colin felt Kasey clutch him tightly.

“I love you Colin. I love you so-”

The light pulsed and Kasey collapsed. “KASEY!” Colin cried, grabbing her as she fell. But she stared blankly into the distance. Colin checked her over. She wasn’t breathing and her heart wasn’t beating.

“Interesting, I only got the nephilim,” the being murmured.

Colin on the other hand fumed. “What did you do?!”

“Relax, I’ll put her soul back, once you settle-”

“BRING HER BACK NOW!” Colin roared.

But the thing ‘tsked.’

Colin burst into action. Tearing across the room, the thing raised a hand. A purple light emulated from the floor, before a pile of bones burst free. Before they could take shape, Colin smashed through. But as he stepped past the bones, they quickly reformed, grabbing his leg. Ira raced past, but a second set of bones burst out of the floor and made a grab for her. She struck out, carving furrows through the bones, but without guts to spill, her work was cut out for her.

Alug and Gula took their turns racing past with weapons held high. This time the thing engaged with them directly. It seemed to summon a bone staff and went blow to blow with the floof. Libi raced in to help Ira with her bones, while Abella’s massive form smashed the bones away from Colin. Twisting, he could see Cupi awkwardly defending against her own bone pile while Dia had a terrified expression on her face beside Master Bater.

“Abella, help Cupi!”

The bones were already reforming. They were essentially shapeless blobs with an occasional arm that would form and take a swing. Ira seemed frustrated that her claws barely did anything to them, while Libi, holding what looked like a big food platter, seemed to be doing much better, smashing them apart. Turning his attention back to the creature, snarled as it slipped past Gula’s guard and smashed the side of her face with it’s staff. Gula went down in a heap, while Alug snarled and doubled down in her anger. The being in the cloak, whatever it expected, didn’t expect the wave of overwhelming lust that rolled over it.

***

The lich hissed in anger as it fought the two floof. They were skilled opponents. But the Lich had lifetimes of knowledge to draw upon. Not that it had much of an option. This newest soul was rather feisty. The moment she’d absorbed it, the nephilim had been screaming and cursing. It seemed to know instinctively that it could do nothing but act as a distraction. And it was doing that rather well.

“Colin is going to kill you, you stinky bitch!” Kasey screamed, even as tears rolled down her cheeks. “You have no idea what you’ve done. He won’t ever stop hunting you!”

The Lich snarled and made a faint for one of the floof, when the other moved to attack, that left them open. Changing direction at the last minute, the lich slammed her staff into the side of her face, knocking the floof to the ground.

“You seem rather confident about him!” The Lich snarled at the nephilim soul.

“Of course I do!” It shot back. “He loves me!”

“Demon’s don’t love,” the lich snarled. “Never have and never will. They’re greedy, egotistical monsters who only act for their own self-”

The lich staggered. It felt overwhelming lust flood it’s senses. It was an emotion the lich hadn’t allowed itself to feel for a very long time. Not since it was betrayed and sent to this place. It took a moment to realise it should have been attacked, but the floof it was fighting against seemed similarly affected. The lich brought it’s staff around to take out the floof, but the so-called prince was faster. Before the lich could register that the incubus had moved, the lich slammed into the wall. Several bones were broken and it’s lungs had been pierced in three places.

“Oh, my husband is just getting started,” the nephilim cackled. “He tried to fight an archangel for me as a mortal. What do you think he’s going to do to you.”

“Shut up!” The lich hissed.

This time it was ready for the strike. Dodging despite it’s injuries, it narrowly missed the punch that shattered the brick wall. With a moment of distraction, the lich swung for the prince’s head, but he whirled around and blocked it with a forearm. Though… Block was an odd choice of wording. It was more like the prince intercepted the blow, with enough force to shatter the staff. The Lich felt the jarring sensation rush up it’s arm and leaped back to avoid a slash of claws.

“BRING. HER. BACK!”

“You better listen!” The nephilim sung.

Sending out a quick command, the lich’s pets flashed back to their master. Now, they covered the lich with bone. It raised itself up to the size of a minotaur. Every bone was jagged and sharp, capable of terrible wounds, simply by touching an enemy. This was a form the lich didn’t use often as it was usually quite destructive.

“That’s not going to stop him.”

“Shut up!” The lich hissed at the grinning nephilim.

Turning her attention back to the prince, the women had taken several steps back. Even the floof the lich had cracked over the head, was upright again, though she was bleeding and didn’t look happy.

“Bring her back, or I will kill you, please?” The prince asked.

“What do you care?” The lich hissed. “Andradox will kill you, then all the others. At least if I hold her soul, she won’t be tortured to death.”

Colin grit his teeth and snarled. “I’m going to kill Andradox and anyone who follows him, starting with YOU!”

Before the Lich could correct the prince, he launched. It barely had enough time to bring up a colossal arm. But it was no use. The prince, slamming into the limb, ignored the barbs and blades, before ripping it apart with his bare hands. Bone scattered across the room in pieces as the prince dropped to the ground.

“Better put me back,” the nephilim commented. “He’s not playing any more.”

“You’re a fool, he doesn’t love you!” The lich hissed.

“Yes he does, you’re just not used to seeing what that looks like.”

The lich looked down at the prince. Gone was the wild rage from the beginning of the fight. Now it was cool determination on his face. But that didn’t change the force of his blow. The lich staggered with each strike. It wasn’t fast enough to go on the offence and had planned on using the bulk of this form to muscle though. But the prince was smashing apart each attack with ease, sending bone fragments across the room. Of course, the lich was summoning them back, but it took time, the bones weren’t coming back fast enough. And the prince was getting closer.

***

Colin just felt cold as he fought. His other wives stayed back with Master Bater. Libi was crying as she held Kasey’s body. And Colin felt rage, that the two who had started as enemies had become so close. All of them really, even Abella and Veronica. Colin was thankful to have them all. And as the sound of thundering wings. The doors burst open and Veronica, riding Zippy, burst into the large room. The Petalura slammed into the back of the bone creature and proceeded to beat its wings viciously to yank it around. Harley, not to be outdone, was a moment behind and slammed into the bone creature’s legs, biting down with a snarl and toppling it to the ground.

With a clear opening, Colin leaped onto it’s chest, before smashing aside a bone blade that suddenly extended to stab him. Raising both fists, Colin brought them down with a crunch. The impact slammed the bone creature flat and the black cloaked being inside cried out in a high pitched tone. Raising himself up, Colin braced before bringing his fists down a second time. This time as the being screamed, the bones collapsed.

“Enough!” it cried. “Please, enough!”

Colin shoved the now lifeless bones aside, before grabbing the cloak of the being in front of him. Ripping it apart to see what was underneath, Colin froze. It… She… She wasn’t what he expected at all… Her body seemed to be made of mismatched pieces. Almost like Frankenstein’s monster, but… Sexier. The only clothing she wore beneath seemed to be a sort of crop top and underwear, that showed her figure well. Not that it mattered. She would die unless she brought back-

“I’ll do it,” she begged. “I’ll bring her back, I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me?”

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Kasey gasped and smiled as Colin planted his lips against her own. She gripped him tightly and cried happy tears. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure the lich could bring her back. But she had a hunch and did all she could to make it happen.

“There, I brought her back,” the odd woman said, sliding backward under the glares of everyone around her.

“Who sent you?” Colin asked.

But the thing shook her head. “I’m not answering questions.”

Colin growled, “Someone get some chains on her.”

“What?” She gasped.

“You just killed my wife in an instant. I’m not letting you go to slink back to whoever your master is.”

“But-”

The thing was stunned as a pair of floof put her in manacles before blindfolding her and binding her legs together.

Colin shrugged at how far they’d gone, but didn’t stop them.

“Don’t be mad,” Kasey pressed herself into Colin’s chest. “She’s not all bad.”

“How do you know?” Colin asked. Kasey smiled, and Colin sighed, knowing of all people, she would know. “Alright, what do we do with her?”

“Kill the cunt.” “Bring her with us.” Ira and Kasey said at the same time.

Colin glanced at them both. Ira was still fuming and after blood. But Kasey reached up and took the small woman’s hand. “I’m okay, Ira.”

“I just…” Ira sighed.

“There’s nothing you could have done to stop what happened, not even me. And what if she summons those bones again?”

“Then we kill her,” Colin said loud enough so that the woman could hear. “What is she anyway?”

“Lich,” Ira spat. “A thing created on earth. There’s only been a few of them. Most got killed by the angels, this one ended up here. She’s been here a very long time.”

Colin frowned for a moment, thinking about how he was in this plane because angels were trying to kill him. He also recalled the story of Frankenstein and wondered.

“Alright, we take her with us. Master Bater?”

The big man nodded, “Right, yes. You have my support.

“Thank you, uncle,” Abella smiled.

The big man nodded. “Yes yes. Now, someone take the lich to the dungeon. We need to have a feast!”

Colin glanced at the mound of food on the table already, but decided to keep his mouth shut. “Master Bater?” Colin called. “Is there somewhere my wives and I can freshen up?”

“Yes!” He grinned and clapped his hands, ignoring the sauce that flicked everywhere. At the sound of his clap, a floof appeared through a side door and Master Bater gestured to Colin’s group. “Please have rooms arranged for my guests, then send word to the kitchens to prepare a feast.”

“Yes, Master,” the floof nodded and gestured for Colin to follow.

“Veronica, can you look after Harley?” Kasey called.

“Of course,” Veronica smiled, but in a tone that suggested otherwise.

The servant led them through the door he had come from and towards a stairwell. They were taken up two flights of stairs into a long hall. There were tapestries along the walls. Colin ignored the fact almost every one of them was a feast of some sort. But it did provide a running history of Master Bater’s growing waistline as each tapestry was newer than the last.

“Mistress Abella,” the man bowed. “Your room is ready as per usual.”

“Thank you Lars,” Abella smiled at the floof man.

“Your rooms, my prince,” Lars bowed, before pushing open the door they stood before. He stepped inside and bowed politely as Colin followed with his wives. It was a large, lavish room. There were plates of pastries, bowls of fruit and what looked like kegs of wine and ale already provided. In the middle of the room was a large heated pool and an equally large bed at the far end that Colin eyed carefully, as there was a floof woman on it.

Lars bowed quickly and left, as his wives seemed to freeze in place.

“Ummm,” the woman on the bed mumbled. “I don’t suppose-”

“You can go,” Libi smiled.

“Right… You’re… You’re not going to get me in trouble, right?” The woman asked nervously as she stood up. “I’m supposed to be part of the room and…”

“Let her stay,” Kasey said softly. “I’m sure there’s a spare pillow and blanket somewhere she can sleep on if the bed isn’t big enough.”

Colin nodded, “Right, you can stay, just…” Colin drew blanks.

“You can act as our servant,” Cupi smiled and stepped forward. “Would you mind helping me undress. I wish to bathe.”

“Yes mistress,” the floof leaped off the bed. “I am trained in the arts of pleasure. Would you like a massage?”

“Oh yes,” Cupi smiled as the young floof quickly stripped Cupi naked. Without waiting, Cupi climbed into the water and placed her arms, crossed on the edge. Resting her chin on her arms, she smiled up at Colin and the others. “Coming?”

Colin grinned and pulled off his shirt. The young floof paused and blushed, before looking away. Colin couldn’t help the feeling in his chest as he pulled off the rest of his clothes. The floof woman stripped out of her own meagre clothing and slipped into the water behind Cupi. She was a little slimmer than Gula and Alug, but darker in colouration. She had a white patch that went from above her breasts to her belly button that drew the eye. Colin was the first to join them, his cock mostly erect at the sight of the beautiful floof working the muscles in Cupi’s back. But he simply got into the water and waited as his wives joined him. It was hot and there was a step below the surface to sit on. A few moments later, Kasey’s ass found his lap and she snuggled back against him. Colin grabbed her tightly and held her firmly against him.

“Don’t be too mad at her,” Kasey said softly.

Colin frowned, “The Lich?”

She nodded. “She didn’t harm the baby. She’s fine.”

“S-she?” Colin swallowed. “You’re pregnant? With a little girl?”

He felt the tears rolling down his cheeks. But he paid them no mind as he hugged Kasey against him. She grinned and giggled, but blushed at the lustful glares the rest shot her. Even the floof massaging Cupi wasn’t immune to the lust that rose naturally around her.

But Colin managed to calm it down for a moment. “I love you,” he said softly. Before, in a louder voice, “I love all of you.”

“We know,” Kasey murmured, turning around to kiss him. Colin held her in his arms as Kasey grasped his cock and gave it a small squeeze.

“Kasey, what about the girl?”

She sighed, before turning around. “What’s your name?”

“Amare, mistress.”

Kasey turned back to Colin and smiled. “You can fuck Amare after I’ve had my turn.” Before Colin could respond, Kasey impaled herself on his cock, driving his complaints from his mind. “Now, husband,” Kasey purred and rocked her hips. “Just because I’m pregnant, don’t be getting any funny ideas about taking it easy on me. I’m pregnant, and I want that cock to slam into me just as it always has, understood?”

Colin replied, by grabbing her and thrusting up at the same time. Kasey gasped and pushed down just as hard. Slamming her lips into his, Kasey rode him as hard and as fast as she could. There must have been something in the water to keep them slick, because no matter how hard she went, there was always lubrication, which made her freeze.

“You okay?” Colin asked, freezing the moment she stopped.

Kasey blushed, then nodded as she lifted off. Colin was about to ask what was wrong, before Kasey shifted her hips and lowered herself again.

“Kasey?” Colin asked, feeling the firm pressure of her ass on the head of his cock.

She bit her lip, “It looked so good when you did it to Libi,” Kasey whined.

“Oh!” Libi replied, quickly swimming across to join them. “Take it easy now, don’t force it.” She reached down between them and took hold of Colin’s cock, briefly pulling it away. “First you need to relax,” Libi said, probing gently at Kasey’s asshole. “See, you’re tight, so stand up for a moment. Colin, keep her occupied and kiss her like you own her.”

Colin snorted, “I DO own her. I own all of you.”

Kasey whimpered and slammed her face into his, moaning sexily. Libi on the other hand put her tongue to work. She started gently, licking gently at Kasey’s ass. As she licked, she got firmer and firmer, before bringing her hands up. Taking the cheeks of her ass, Libi pulled them apart gently, getting her used to the sensation. Every now and then, she pulled her tongue away, before stroking Kasey’s rosebud with her thumbs.

“Oh,” Kasey moaned, “Libi that feels so good.”

Libi giggled. “You’re in for a treat when you’re ready for his cock then.

As Kasey was pulled back into Colin’s kiss, Libi changed those gentle strokes of her ass into small stretches. Libi used her thumbs to press either side of Kasey’s rosebud and pull out slightly in each direction. The whole time, she swirled and prodded at the muscle with her tongue. Little by little, Kasey’s ass began to open and accept what Libi was doing to it. Little by little, Kasey found herself more and more desperate to cum. Until finally…

“Alright, back on your knees, let’s try this,” Libi grinned. Kasey quickly dropped back into the water with a splash. But before she could try and force herself again, Libi stopped her. “Gently now. Anal isn’t a race. It takes a bit of effort.”

“Listen to her, that’s good advice,” Amare nodded, before blushing heavily and going back to Cupi’s massage.

“Little lower,” Libi smiled, and helped get Kasey into position. She had a hold of Colin’s cock and could feel how hard he was for what was about to happen. But Kasey’s nerves got the better of her as she felt the head press against her ass once again. “Here, just relax. Try to feel what you did before,” Libi whispered sexily.

“I want it, so bad,” Kasey whined, before gasping out loud.

Libi was taking no prisoners. Holding Kasey around the middle with one arm, she bounced the nephilim ever so slightly, so that Colin’s cock would probe her rear entrance. But with the other, she reached around and gently massaged Kasey’s clit. Then she lightly bit and nibbled the nephilim’s shoulders as she twitched and groaned from the intense pleasure and distractions she was experiencing. Colin, on the other hand, was gritting his teeth. Even without the proper stimulation of fucking Kasey’s ass, this whole situation was so erotic, that he was about to blow his load. The sounds Kasey was making, combined with Libi’s help had him right on edge.

“I’m gonna cum!” Kasey whined.

“That’s okay,” Libi grinned. “Just let it happen. Cumming is good.”

And just like that, Kasey’s ass relaxed so that Colin’s cock slipped past the ring of muscle at the entrance. Immediately, Kasey sank herself down, impaling herself entirely on his cock, and screamed. Colin, feeling his entire cock, suddenly buried to the hilt inside Kasey as she screamed her orgasm, found himself pumping his sperm inside her. The pulses of his cock, were easily felt by Kasey, who desperately tried to start moving, but struggled as Libi refused to stop rubbing her clit.

“Just let this one happen,” Libi moaned, getting off at the lust in the air. “He’s still going to be hard after this. Then you can fuck him with that pretty ass of yours all night if you want to.”

“Fuck!” Kasey cried, twitching and writhing as she hit her second peak.

Libi just grinned, “Or not. Maybe you’ll just orgasm yourself unconscious with his dick in your ass. What does it matter?”

“Stop!” Kasey cried, hitting her peak for the third time. “Colin, please just fuck me!”

Colin snapped out of his erotic… Well… He wasn’t sure how to describe a daydream that was actually happening. But he reacted by grabbing Kasey’s hips. Lifting her slightly in the water, Colin thrust his cock up into her ass, ignoring the sounds she made as she continued to have rapid and intense orgasms from her first anal experience. Libi just grinned enthusiastically, knowing she was likely to be next as Kasey started to go limp from exhaustion, even as Colin’s lust built ever higher.

Chapter Thirty-One – 64653

Colin loomed over Amare. The gorgeous floof was panting with need as Colin slammed into her. She had been such a good, patient girl. Each of his wives were laying around them on the bed resting, but Colin wasn’t quite satisfied yet and the floof girl he had been provided with wouldn’t have said no, even if she wanted to.

“Oh fuck!” She cried. “OhfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!! FUUUUUUUUCK!” She screamed. Before Colin flipped her onto her stomach. Pulling her hips back, Colin grabbed her frantically wagging tail and lifted. Amare raised her ass, allowing Coling to penetrate her deeply with a single stroke.

“Noooo,” she moaned.

Colin growled and extended his claws, just to hold her still. She didn’t struggle, in fact, she was still pushing back on his cock as she climaxed yet again. The poor girl was so pent up after watching Colin fuck all of his wives in front of her. She practically wet herself with excitement when he turned his gaze to her. And now, as he fucked her slowly and deeply on the bed where his wives would sleep, Colin could feel it.

“I can’t take you as a wife,” he grunted.

“Don’t care,” she moaned.

“You’ll stay here, with Master Bater,” Colin growled fucking her slightly harder. “I’ll make sure he knows you’re mine.”

Amare nodded quickly, “Yours, only yours. Nobody touches me.”

“That’s right,” Colin grinned, speeding up slightly. He grit his teeth as he felt his orgasm boiling up. “You’re my mistress now. And I’m going to breed you like my wives one day.”

The fist like clench of her vaginal passage had Colin join her in orgasm, pumping his seed inside the sexy floof girl. He held her steady as she desperately tried to push back for more. But Colin was finally spent.

Collapsing sideways, Colin pulled Amare against his chest as they heaved lungfuls of air together.

“I always knew,” she mumbled.

“Knew what?” Colin asked.

She shuddered, “One day, someone big and strong, would take me as their own. I’m a whore-”

“You’re MINE!” Colin growled, pulling her tightly against his chest. “You’re not a whore. You’re my mistress. You belong to me and if another man touches you ever again, I’ll rip him apart with my bare hands.”

“I…” Amare shuddered. “I don’t know what to say?”

“You don’t need to say anything,” Kasey rolled and hugged the floof. “You’re one of us now. Colin is the lost prince. One day, soon, he will overthrow Andradox and we’ll all be together. My husband will likely have many mistresses. But you will be the first, I promise.”

“Wait,” Amare twisted around to look at Colin. “You’re the prince?” Colin nodded, and Amare went white. “I-I-I fucked the prince?” She shook her head. “N-no, I can’t. This is-”

“Mine,” Colin growled. Instinctively she curled up slightly and pressed herself into Colin. “Whatever you were, died the moment I made my claim. What you are now, is my mistress, am I understood?”

Amare shuddered softly and nodded, “Yes, my lord.”

“Good,” Colin grumbled. “Now, how long until we need to be ready for the feast?”

“Oh,” Amare nodded and sat up. “I should get your clothes ready then. We’ve…” She blushed, “We’ve been at this a while.”

“Make sure you get something to wear yourself,” Libi murmured and waved an exhausted hand.

“Oh, no I’m just-”

“My mistress,” Colin growled softly. “And as my mistress, you will come to the feast like my wives.”

Amare’s lip trembled softly as a tear formed in the corner of her eye. But she wiped it quickly and smiled, “Of course. My lord.” And without another word, she grabbed a towel off the floor and wrapped it around herself, before darting from the room.

“You’ve changed that girl’s life,” Cupi said softly.

Colin sighed, “I know, I know. And I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be,” Dia said, from her spot on the bed where Colin had left her tied up in her own silk. “You saved her from a terrible fate.”

“It’s true,” Cupi chimed in quickly as Colin frowned. “These girls are usually orphans. Raised in homes, but they don’t have any family to support them once they become adults. So unless they have some skill that’s useful, most become soldiers or…” Cupi trailed off. “Either way, eventually, the girls end up with someone who claims them. And of all the people who could have claimed her, it was you.”

“Shit,” Colin grumbled.

“Don’t worry,” Cupi smiled. “There haven’t been any major conflicts lately. So Amare is an outlier. I doubt there’s any more girls like her available here.”

Nodding, Colin swallowed the anger that bubbled up from inside. He understood that bad things happened in the world. But when it was close to home like this, to such a sweet, kind hearted girl like Amare… Building schools would be one of the first things he’d do once Andradox was gone. Colin wasn’t against sex work or the military as an industry. But he didn’t want it to be the default option for anyone who lacked opportunity. He’d seen how things worked back on earth with people falling through the cracks and having to take unwanted or dangerous jobs just to survive. Those kinds of jobs were the kind one should enter with eyes wide open and a level of understanding beyond, lack of ability to do anything else.

Amare blushed heavily in the cute dress she wore. It was far more conservative than Colin would have thought. It was also the reason she was blushing. Colin and his wives were dressed as they always did. Shirt, pants or simple wraps around waists and breasts. Each of them looked more comfortable heading out to a pub for a brawl, than this so called feast. By comparison, the cute sundress that Amare wore was beautiful. It hung from her shoulders and gave only a scant view of her cleavage. Her voluptuous curves were hugged by the garment, before it flowed off her hips into something only slightly longer than her knees. With it, she wore a cute pair of sandals that laced up her calves.

“I’m so overdressed,” she complained for the fifth time, despite only leaving Colin’s room a few moments ago.

“You look beautiful,” Gula smiled.

“Good enough to ear,” Alug chimed in with… Another, more lascivious smile.

Cupi, the second most dressed of the group, in her signature gown, frowned at the twins. “Behave you two.”

“At least till we get back to our room,” Libi blushed, remembering the tavern.

“Ladies, you’re embarrassing her,” Kasey admonished them all.

“I-I would l-love to… But I belong to Colin now,” Amare blushed prettily.

Colin gave her a small squeeze. To emphasise the point of who she belonged to, Colin kept her at his side. It wouldn’t cause any… confusion. “Amare, if you wish to be with my wives, I’m sure they would love to have you.”

“But I-I-I’ve n-never…”

“Been with a woman?” Kasey asked carefully.

Amare grimaced, “I’ve… Y’know… Licked a couple, but…” She petered off feeling Colin grow tense beside her. She instinctively understood his statement about anyone touching her, would be ripped apart with his bare hands. She had no doubt in her mind he would react immediately and without remorse.

“Tell you what,” Kasey smiled as she looped elbows with Libi. “We can have a girls night, when we get back to the room. Colin can go take care of things with the others and we’ll make your night special. How does that sound?”

Colin grinned as Amare blushed furiously, but beamed widely. “Ummm… Can… Can I make a request?”

“Of course,” Libi winked. “You’re one of us now.”

Amare seemed to stumble for a moment. “One of you?” She asked with a squeak.

“One of us,” Ira said, nodding her head. “You are a mistress in name only.”

“Now what were you going to ask?” Kasey smiled warmly at Amare who was trying not to cry.

“I… I was j-just going to ask if Colin could have me a-after,” she said in a small voice.

Colin couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips as they approached the doorway to the hall they first came through. “Amare, I’ll have you as many times as you’re willing, whenever you’re willing.”

The young floof pressed herself against Colin and the back of her dress rode up as she wagged frantically. But that mood quickly vanished as she spotted Lars.

“Amare?” Lars asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Is there a formal announcement to enter?” Cupi asked, derailing what the man was about to ask.

“Indeed, but, may I ask?”

“Lars,” Colin smiled. “I’d like to introduce my newest mistress, Amare.”

Lars blinked for a moment, before a touch of a smile formed on his lips. “I will update our records, my lord. The room you were provided will be yours if ever you, or a member of your household wish to stay here.”

“That would be lovely,” Cupi smiled.

“Thank you,” Amare squeaked softly.

Lars bowed, before turning and entering the room. “Introducing, Prince Colin with his Queens, Libidine, Cupiditas, Alug, Gula, Kasey, Ira, Invidia and newly appointed Mistress Amare.”

Colin stepped into the main room to perfect silence. Right before a glass smashed and Colin caught a glimpse of Veronica of all people, heading for the main entrance. Slipping free of Amare, who was quickly reassured by Kasey, Colin pressed through the silent crowd to follow. As he made it through the large doors, Colin saw Veronica, slumped against a wall, shuddering softly.

He approached slowly and carefully as her shudders became deep breaths. She suddenly stood tall and whirled around with a fierce expression on her face. But the moment she saw Colin standing there, it collapsed and she burst into tears. Colin had no idea what was going on. Veronica turned and tried to leave, but Colin was having none of it. He took her in his arms and she struggled limply against him.

“Let go!” She snarled, baring two pointed teeth at him.

“Tell me what’s wrong?” Colin demanded.

But she vigorously shook her head, “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Then why are you crying?”

Veronica froze, and sniffed. “Because you promised.”

Colin felt a sense of dread rise up. And he had a hunch what it was. “That night, at the tavern. Did we have sex?”

Veronica slowly shook her head. “No,” she whimpered softly. “You told me to wait. You promised we’d talk, and then… Then you didn’t. You just got up and left me there.”

Colin clenched his eyes. “You were there, with my wives, weren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you got caught up in it all, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“But I wouldn’t sleep with you.”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “You said that we were drunk and you wanted a clear head first.”

Colin nodded, “I don’t remember anything from that night.”

“…I do…”

“Veronica… I’m-”

“Yours,” she whispered. “I don’t care if you think I’m ugly, I just needed to say that once.”

“Ugly?” Colin frowned. “I woke up that morning running my hands through your fur. You’re a beautiful woman, Veronica.”

“Then why wouldn’t you look at me?” She asked. “I pined after you every day and you just stood there.”

Colin sighed, “I thought you were upset with me. I kept my distance because you were embarrassed. I didn’t remember that night, only remembering waking up with you, naked, in my arms.”

“Colin?” Dia called softly. Colin turned and smiled at the aroct queen, but she saw Veronica’s face, her her’s fell. “What’s wrong?”

“I… I…” Veronica seemed to squirm, but Dia came over and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “It was my turn.”

Dia’s expression firmed for a moment, “Wait right here.”

She darted off, leaving Colin still holding Veronica, who took a moment to lean into his chest. A few moments later, the rest of his wives, with Amare appeared and filled in around them.

“Oh,” Kasey frowned. “Oh, Veronica, I didn’t realise.”

“How could you?” Veronica frowned. “I know you’re empathetic, that’s why I kept my distance.”

“She’s like me, isn’t she?” Amare asked.

Veronica turned with a scowl, but saw only honest guilt etched on the floof’s face, so she nodded instead. “Yes.”

“My, our husband seems to be building his harem rather quickly,” Cupi smiled. “Veronica, tonight it seems we’re having a bit of a girls night with Amare. Would you like to join us, or would you like to spend some time alone with our husband?”

“Y-you mean?”

Amare stepped forward and hugged the rattus. “Be with him, we’re going to join you afterward.

“Amare!” A booming voice called out. “Get over here my little whore!”

Chapter Thirty-Two – 66807

Colin released Veronica, who suddenly went very stiff, and turned around. It was a mino… Of course it was a mino… Why couldn’t they be more like Abella, and less like the dumb jocks they pretended to be.

“You, puny one. The whore is mine,” he grumbled.

The minotaur was big. Bigger than the one Colin de-horned back in Greymoore, but not as big as Dorak had been. He was dressed in something that resembled a business suit and had a mace swinging from his sword belt. He saw the look in Colin’s eyes and tapped the head of the mighty weapon.

“Just give me the whore. You have enough already.”

Colin blinked, and then charged. The mino didn’t know what hit him. But Colin didn’t care. The force of his punch snapped the mino’s head back as the big creature fell flat on his back. He lay there stunned for a moment before blinking.

“You dare strike me?” He growled, sitting up. “I am Bowlart, diplomat to the regent Andradox.”

“Shut up Bowlart,” Cupi stepped forward. “My, that felt good to say. Really though,” she shrugged. “Shut up. You’ve done nothing but bluster and bitch at everything around you and when things haven’t gone your way, you made the rest of our lives miserable.”

“Cupiditas,” Bowlart frowned. “What on earth are you doing here?”

“Oh?” Cupi smiled. “I’m here with my husband.”

The big mino stood and frowned. “Husband? This, puny incubus?”

“Before you go any further,” Colin growled. “I’d like you to apologise to Amare.”

The big man laughed, “Apologise, for what?”

“For calling my mistress a whore,” Colin said dangerously.

“Tell you what,” Bowlart said, drawing his mace. “If you live, I’ll let you have her when I’m done.”

Doleth stood before the great doors. He was just shaking off the feeling of speaking with the diplomat. The big man was a slimeball, which was odd for their species. Most were big, dumb and willing to settle just about anything with their fists. Those who were more inclined to think, ran businesses. But the diplomat… He was something else and it didn’t sit right in the guard’s gut. Something about him was all wrong. So it was a complete surprise, when the doors burst open, and said diplomat collapsed onto the ground.

“Guards!” He roared, crawling along the ground. “Save me!”

Doleth drew his sword, alongside his partner Canta, but as they turned to help, they both froze. Before them, was the prince. He was storming out after the diplomat, holding his mace like a two handed club.

“I gave you the chance,” Colin growled. “All you had to do was apologize.”

“Please!” Bowlart begged, trying to get up, despite his broken femur. “I’ll work for you. I can be useful.”

Doleth almost snorted and went to reply, but the raum spoke up first. “His word is venom. He will turn the moment he has the room to wiggle.”

Colin froze for a moment and Bowlart chose that moment to try and flee. Spinning, he started making a mad scramble to get away. Colin wasn’t having it though. Leaping into the air with a flap of his wings, Colin landed on Bowlarts back. With all the downward momentum he could muster, Colin swung, timing his landing, with the head of the mace connecting with the back of Bowlart’s shoulder. The awful crunch of bone had the mino squealing in agony. But Colin wasn’t done as he tossed aside the mace. Gripping the mino’s horns, Colin heaved. The mino’s head arched up and Bowlard made choking noises, so Colin placed his foot on the back of the big creature’s head and doubled down.

With a roar, Colin flexed with all his might and with a terrible snapping sound, flew back and landed in a heap on the ground. All he could hear was the agonal screaming of Bowlart as he thrashed pathetically on the ground. Pushing himself upright, Colin picked up the pair of horns he carried. The sound of vomiting caught his attention, and Colin twisted to see the guard Doleth puking against the wall.

“Colin,” Ira said, dropping the mace beside him. “End it.”

Colin nodded, placing the horns on the ground, he picked up the mace. It was heavy, but Colin found himself comfortable swinging it around. It really was like a big club. A metal shaft a little over a meter long. The bulbous head had six vertically aligned flanges that were almost two centimetres wide each. It was a massive weapon that would have made just about any blow lethal. And in Colin’s hands, he stepped onto the mino’s trembling body. His one good arm was numbly patting the edges of his broken horns.

“No, please!” Bowlart begged.

But Colin thought about his reaction to Amare. He thought about all the times he must have done similar and all the other women he must have done it to. So with a snarl, Colin raised the mace, and swung it into the back of Bowlart’s skull. The first impact was a wet crunch. Bowlart bucked and made a squeak. So Colin repeated the action. This time, after a smaller flinch, he fell limp. The third blow Colin brought down for good measure, and it completely caved in the back of his skull. Satisfied there was no recovering from that injury, Colin swung the bloody mace over his shoulder and turned back to the keep. It wasn’t just his wives watching, but damn near everyone. Even Master Bater was staring, despite what looked like a whole leg of ham, dangling limply from his fingers.

***

Superbia checked her face. The paste she had used did wonders, but wouldn’t do anything to prevent the scars. It was, however, time to pull the stitches. She took the small set of pliers and a fine set of medical scissors and got herself situated in front of the mirror, when a burst of hurried knocking rang through her door. With a sigh, she put down her equipment and made her way to the entrance. Whoever it was that wanted her, must have been frantic, as they started bashing loudly. So with an annoyed snarl, Superbia yanked the door open as a messenger literally collapsed onto her floor.

He scrambled to his feet in an instant, “Spymaster, Bowlart is dead!” He quickly told her.

Superbia froze, “What?”

“The Prince arrived in Pratum. Bowlart offended him, and the prince killed him in the street.”

“I’m assuming Master Bater has apprehended him?”

The messenger shook his head, “No, spymaster. Master Bater… I believe he has betrayed the regent. The lich is being held in his dungeon.”

Superbia staggered back for a moment. But took a deep breath. “Inform the war council. I will inform the regent.”

The messenger saluted quickly and darted off. Superbia sighed and her door guard stepped into her room.

“Spymaster?”

“This prince is becoming a bother,” Superbia sighed. “I may have to end things quicker than I expected to. For now, I appreciate your loyalty.”

The guard smiled and nodded, willing to accept anything she told him. He had never forgotten the day the spymaster appeared in his home with the healing potion. His precious daughter had been on her deathbed after accidentally inhaling a poison aimed for himself. And while he’d killed the assailant, his daughter was not so lucky. And out of the blue, she arrived. One moment, he was holding his daughter’s hand, the next she was there with a bottle and a spoon. He remembered trying to stop her, and found himself knocked aside by the agile woman. But it was his daughter’s cough that brought him around. It was the liveliest thing she’d done in days and the moment she opened her eyes, he swore his oath. He was also pretty sure that’s where his daughter’s dowry came from when she married several years ago and the guard reaffirmed his loyalty every day since.

“If something were to happen to me,” Superbia said softly. “For those of you, who are loyal. There is a chest, buried at the base of the large tree I rest in. It is yours to share.”

“Spymaster, my daughter is a grown woman with a life of her own. If something were to happen to you, it would be over my corpse.”

“Let’s hope it never comes to that then,” she smiled and patted the guards shoulder.

Quickly dressing herself in something more regal, Superbia nodded to the guard and headed for the throne room. She entered, as the poor succubus was leaving, crawling along the floor on a leash held by one of Andradox’s guards.

“What is this, I hear about an attack on a diplomat?” Andradox growled softly.

“My lord, Master Bater has betrayed you,” Superbia said smoothly. “I would also assume that Mistress Furore has as well.”

Andradox leaned back in his chair. “Mistress Furore, I’m not surprised. After what I did to her mate. But Master Bater?” He shook his head. “What makes you so sure?”

“My lord, he holds the lich in his dungeon and is hosting the… Alleged prince in his home.”

Andradox frowned and leaned back in his seat, “The man just paid his tithe. It doesn’t make sense.”

“This is what was reported, my lord.”

Andradox sighed, then glanced up at Superbia. “I’m… Sorry about your face.”

“My lord?” Superbia frowned.

“Your face, when I struck you. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” He asked.

Superbia felt the minor effects of the lust filling the room. It was what kept him on top. To take a member of another species as a mate was a status symbol of power. Very few could do it, and the few who could, rapidly found themselves dead. Pushing through the haze, Superbia bowed her head slightly. “No, my lord. I am fine.”

With an annoyed huff, the lust vanished immediately. Superbia chose not to comment on his heavy breathing, knowing the extreme effort it took to sustain that power. It would irk him knowing how easily she could resist him. “My lord, I believe this matter has gone on long enough.”

“I agree,” Andradox frowned. “While the upstart is a problem alone, I cannot risk the clan leaders falling to his wayside.” He nodded for a few moments. “I am sending Anguis with a contingent. I want you to advise him, gain control of the situation and take back the floof.”

“Yes my lord,” Superbia bowed and turned to leave.

“And Superbia,” Andradox sighed. “I will be awaiting your TRIUMPHANT return.”

Superbia nodded, “Yes my lord.”

She had no doubt that should she fail him again, he would kill her. There would be no more games. It was time to solidify her position. And she was bringing friends.

***

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Colin asked Veronica.

The rattus was shyly slipping her dress to the floor. “My lord, I’m already yours. Please don’t make me wait.”

Colin watched as her nude form came into view. She was as beautiful as she was that night back at the tavern. Her soft fur seemed to ripple as she shivered. Colin, seeing her nervous expression, quickly stripped off his own clothes to match her. But the sight of his straining cock, if anything, made her even more nervous.

“Are you sure that will fit?” She asked.

Colin frowned, looking at his cock, then glancing back at the slender rattus. “It should. Unless you’re smaller than Ira, down there.”

Veronica’s facial fur stood on end, signalling a blush that made her cuter than she was before. Her tail lashed from side to side and Colin stepped closer.

“My lord… I?…”

“Whatever you need,” Colin smiled.

“I need you to own me,” Veronica trembled. “I… I need this… I need you… To…”

“Yes?”

Veronica shuddered, “Hold me down,” she mumbled. “I need you to hold me down. It’s… It’s what I’ve always dreamed of for my, first time. To be held down by someone bigger, stronger. Someone who could hurt me, but doesn’t want to.”

“I’m suddenly very glad we’re doing this sober,” Colin remarked. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

She bit her lip and nodded her head. “Yes.”

Colin nodded. And grabbed her. The rattus squeaked in fright as Colin overpowered her instantly. Her petite form was no match for Colin since his mating with the twins. He simply outmuscled her as she had requested and carried her towards the bed. She struggled and twisted, but found no avenue for escape. Colin didn’t mind either way. Flipping her around, Colin dumped her nude form on the bed. She immediately flipped onto her front and scrambled away. But Colin caught her by the ankle and dragged her back over the edge. Grabbing her roughly by the back of the neck, Colin pinned her in place, with her legs hanging off the bed.

“Last chance, is this what you want?”

“Yes!” Veronica moaned into the mattress.

Colin held her tightly as he reached between her legs. She kicked and wriggled, trying to keep his hand away from her sex, but the wet squelching quickly became obvious. So Colin gripped his cock instead and aimed it between her legs. But Veronica, flexible as she was, made it almost impossible for him to penetrate her. With a frustrated growly. Colin got up on the bed with her.

Leaning down to her pointed ears, Colin growled softly. “Careful, I’m venomous.”

With one hand on her side, and the other holding her head, Colin bit firmly into the side of her neck. Veronica cried out and thrashed for a moment and Colin felt her lust spike rapidly. With his teeth at her neck, Colin grabbed her ass and held her still as he used his other hand to aim his cock. Finding her entrance was easy. It was the soaking wet furnace that made Veronica squeal, the moment his cock touched the entrance. Colin growled softly and Veronica trembled as he pushed his length inside her. Veronica gasped and lifted her ass as best as she could to allow him to take her deeper.

Releasing her neck, Colin kissed the small, bleeding puncture wounds he’d left, before taking a firm grip on her again. “There we go,” he sighed, stroking his cock in and out of her twitching hold. “All better, now you’re mine.”

“Yours,” she groaned into the mattress. “So good.”

She squirmed and kicked slightly, so Colin reaffirmed his grip by pulling her firmly against himself. He sawed his cock in and out of her for a few minutes, but he wasn’t getting the penetration he wanted, despite Veronica’s obvious enjoyment of the situation. So he sat up, took he by the hips and pushed her further onto the bed. WIth her hips in hand, Colin lifted her onto her knees. She tried to sit up, but a firm hand between her shoulders sent her face first back into the mattress.

“Mine, remember?” Colin grunted.

With her ass in his hands, Colin was able to get the deep strokes he wanted. Pulling his cock out to the tip, he admired her silky smooth fur. It came right to the edges of her labia and it was so wonderfully soft, even soaked with her juices. Thrusting his cock back inside her, Veronica moaned as his cock made it’s way deeper than it had before. And now, he could feel the silky smooth fur of her mons, pressed up against his balls. It was warm, slick and plush.

“Oh fuck,” Colin groanedand increased his pace, slamming his cock into her over and over again. “This furry little ass is mine, do you understand me?

Veronica was trembling. Her fight or flight instinct had activated. She desperately wanted to flee from the danger. But said danger was fucking her so well. Her body reacted by putting itself into a trance that felt like one long orgasm. She could barely make out what he was saying, but she nodded along regardless. As her pussy clamped down on his cock for the umpteenth time, he snarled and pinned her in place. Her body reacted immediately and exploded inside. Waves of energy washed over her, starting from her core and radiating outward. It was too much for the rattus to handle and she thrashed to be free of the debilitating spasms that felt like a lightning rod through her core. The whole time she thrashed, Colin kept pumping his hips.

But with her full body orgasm, Colin finally found his own release, firing deep inside her. She kicked, thrashed and twisted in feeble attempts to escape, but that just forced Colin to shift as he kept hold of her. The whole movement felt amazing as her body seemed to instinctually milk his own orgasm. As he finally started to come down, Veronica slowed to a stop and collapsed limply on the bed.

“Was it how you imagined?” Colin asked the dazed rattus.

She slowly shook her head, as she wrapped her tail around his leg. Turning her head to take a deep breath, she coughed to clear her throat. “There’s no imagining that, my lord.”

Colin grinned, “Do you wanna go again?”

Veronica smiled shyly. “That’s not up to me anymore, my lord.”

Colin quickly rolled, pulling the rattus atop him. She laid back on his chest, but noted his cock still buried inside her, and his hands firmly holding her hips.

“You’ll get the idea,” Colin whispered.

Veronica gasped as Colin lifted her ass, pulling his cock most of the way out of her. Then he firmly pulled her ass back down, impaling her again. His cock rubbed the front wall of her pussy, sending a spike of agonising pleasure through her body. But she had no time to process as he repeated the action. And like before, with his hands holding her hips as he was, she had no leverage to escape and fell quickly into her orgasmic trance as he used her as a living masturbatory aid. All with a beaming smile on her face.

Chapter Thirty-Three – 69837

“Do you really have to go?” Amare asked softly.

Colin kissed her softly, for the thousandth time since he had made up his mind. She was snuggled up against him in their bed. Her thin dark fur was damp from absorbed sweat and the combination of their juices ran from between her legs. Holding her to his side, was all Colin could do, without dragging her on top for yet another session of lovemaking.

“I could come with you, even as a bed woman.”

“Amare,” Colin sighed, before kissing her softly. “I want you here, because it’s safe. I’ve been attacked several times now and having you with me is dangerous.”

“I know, I just… What if something happens to you?” Her lip quivered.

Colin stared back up at the ceiling and wondered how he’d gotten here. Amare and the others were completely besotted with him, even Kasey. When did the skinny college geek turn into a ladies magnet? Let alone one where the ladies would be attracted to him for more than his prestige. Even Cupi, despite her obvious love of wealth, pulsed with gratitude, satisfaction and love, simply by smiling at her. It just didn’t make any sense. So Colin found himself trying to compartmentalise the situation. He wanted to keep them safe, but they were too valuable to lock away. And then there was Amare. Sweet, beautiful Amare. She was innocent in all things. She couldn’t fight, she wasn’t skilled at diplomacy and while she could probably cook and keep house, Dia combined that in with her skills at potion making. But there was something she was good at. She was beautiful and she was friendly, chatty and likely to fly under most people’s radar.

“Amare,” Colin said slowly. “I have something I need you to do for me.”

“You’re leaving me here, aren’t you?” She pouted.

Colin rolled and kissed her fiercely, before pulling away. “Yes, yes I am.”

Concentrating hard on what he was about to do, black flames burst from his body. Swirling around Amare was too stunned to move away, but they failed to harm her. In a single moment, Colin vanished and reappeared in a similar burst of flames on the far side of the room.

“I needed to show you that, because I needed to know if I could do it,” Colin smiled.

“Y-you can portal,” Amare stared.

Colin nodded, “Yes, I can portal,” though he didn’t mention that was the first time he’d portalled himself on purpose. “I want you to stay here. I want you to talk to people, get to know them. Find out who does what and if there’s anything I should know about. I’m going to portal back here at night. Nobody but you will know.”

She smiled, even as a tear rolled down her cheek, “I know you’re just making this up so I feel important. But I appreciate it anyway.”

Colin smiled and kissed her again, before getting up. “Come on. You better come say goodbye. They’ll all be waiting.”

Amare nodded and got up as well. She used the shredded remains of what used to be her top, to wipe most of the mess from between her legs. Colin stared hungrily at her and she smiled despite her blush. Dropping the sodden fabric, she picked up a dress that was draped over a nearby chair. Slipping it over her head, it was similar to the sun dress she wore to the party. Colin, on the other hand, slipped into his characteristic long pants and loose fitting shirt with slits cut for his wings. And after pulling on his boots and grabbing his rucksack, Colin held Amara’s hand as they exited the room.

The daily goings on waited for nobody and Colin had to pause and step around several people as they made their way down the stairs. They emerged into the… Well it wasn’t a throne room, more of a feast room, but it served the same purpose. Master Bater was there, with his customary multiple meals set out, while Colin’s wives finished their meals. Each of them shot him a smile as Colin led Amare in to join them. They’d left early to prepare for the next leg of the journey, leaving Colin to give Amare a nice long goodbye. Colin and Amare took a pair of empty seats and enjoyed their last meal together for a while.

But, as Colin sat back from his empty plate, all good things must end. Amare looked like she was struggling not to cry as she took his hand. With his wives leading the way, Colin walked with Amare out of the keep, towards Abella’s carriage.

“I’m coming with you,” the big woman nodded.

“What about your father?” Colin asked.

Abella shrugged, “Hopefully by the time I get back, he’ll be sober.”

“If you’re sure,” Colin smiled, “I’d love to have you.”

“Yes, well,” Master Bater grumbled, stepping out into the light. “We will be awaiting your return. In the meantime, what should be done with the lich?”

“Kill the bitch!” Ira snapped, staring down from the carriage.

Colin sighed and shook his head. “Take me to her.”

A few minutes later, a large floof guard handed Colin a torch and pointed to a door set back in the stone. Approaching, Colin glanced through the metal window. The Lich was in almost complete darkness, but her eyes snapped up to Colin’s. And… She looked scared. With a frown, Colin checked the handle and found it locked. Stepping back, Colin signalled the guard and he approached with a set of keys. The big floof came over and unlocked the door. But before Colin could enter, the guard stepped in.

“Back! Against the wall!”

Colin grabbed the guard and turned him about on the spot. With a shocked expression Colin shoved him back out the door, ignoring the yelp as he tripped over his own feet.

“Is that supposed to impress me?” She hissed, drawing herself up. Colin looked her over. She was still in what was essentially a modest bikini and little else. “Going to take advantage of me? Take me as your own?”

“Do you want me to?”

“NO!” She snapped.

And Colin shrugged, “Ira will be happy about that at least.”

The lich sighed, “What do you want, demon?”

“Colin,” he corrected her. “Call me Colin.”

The lich stared for a moment, before sighing. “Mary.”

“Well Mary, I suppose I should start at the top. Why did you attack me and my wives?”

Mary frowned for a moment, “What if I choose not to answer?”

Colin shrugged, “Then you stay here.” Turning to leave, Colin managed a single step before…

“Orders,” Mary said in a slightly desperate tone. “I was given orders. The spymaster for the regent sent me.”

Colin turned back to face her. “And what does that mean now?”

Mary shrugged, “I failed. The spymaster may be forgiving, but the regent isn’t.”

Colin filed away the information and nodded. “So what, you’re a mercenary?”

“In a sense. I do odd jobs. I was ordered to kill you and bring anyone you were allied with, back to the regent.”

“You were going to hand him, my wives?”

Mary looked down for a moment, “Yes, I was.”

With a tremor, Colin managed, just barely not to strike her. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”

Mary just leaned on the wall and slowly slid to the ground. “I have none,” she said softly. “I wasn’t born. I was created. Made by the man who broke my heart when he realised what he’d done. And the first chance he had, he betrayed me to the angels. As I wasn’t a natural thing, they tried to kill me and I barely escaped with my life.” She paused for a moment and nodded, “I met a demon. He helped me get here, and in return I worked for him, until he too betrayed me. All I want is a place to live, where I can love my pets,” she summoned a small pile of bones and they shifted around into a small, demented teddy bear. It crawled up onto her lap and she held it gently.

“The more of me I put into my creations, the more alive they become. They’ve all I’ve had, for so very long.” She sniffed and wiped her eyes as she cuddled the bone-teddy. “I don’t expect you to understand, you demons don’t really get love.”

“I grew up on earth,” Colin said softly. “I found out I was adopted at eight, when I met Kasey, the nephilim you…”

“Took her soul,” Mary nodded slowly.

“Yeah,” Colin growled, before reining himself in. “I met her. And she was my best friend all these years. Then I met Libidine, the succubus when she was trying to feed off my roommate. But he passed out drunk, so she turned to me. I made her mine that night and awoke to my own first powers. Kasey knew something was wrong, so she contacted her friend. That friend was an angel named Michael and he tried to kill Libi and I.”

“Michael, was the name of the angel that hunted me,” Mary frowned.

Colin nodded, “Could be the same asshole. Seemed real polite, but gave me a sense of dread.”

“Demon,” Mary nodded. “It’s instinctual for your kind.”

Colin shrugged. “Either way, he wanted to kill Libi and I. Kasey tried to stop him and he hurt her. I somehow summoned my power and formed a portal, and Kasey threw herself onto me as I vanished. I don’t know how the regent found out about me, but this spymaster seems pretty intent on killing me. But now I have people in my life I’d die for. People I need to keep safe. So here I am.”