Chapter 1

King Mortas Brinx was an evil, demented man who ran his kingdom with cruelty and disdain. Born from an angel and a powerful demon, he was too pure to reside in hell and to evil to remain in heaven. He was cast to earth and fought his way to his current position by killing the previous ruler and its descendants. Mortas was a fit creature with muscled flesh, short blonde wispy hair and a tail that pointed to an arrow shape at the end. He had a protruding black horn on his right forehead and on the same side his eye was blood red, the pupil like that of a goat's. He wore a black silk patch to cover the strange looking eye, his other eye was a bright green and a gift from his angel lineage. He was also gifted with both of his halves powers and welded them with great efficiency. He wanted an heir desperately but unfortunately he had killed his four previous queens on their wedding nights by being too vivacious, he ripped them to shreds. He has a bad habit of killing anyone that displeases him with a swipe to the jugular with his clawed hands.

Once again he needs to send his troops out to secure more workers for his castle after completely wiping out most of the staff in his rage. He kept a select few that he didn't like but they served him well enough. 

Mortas boredom setting in

Once again I sit on my black throne, nude, I hate wearing clothing due to my annoying tail. I stroke my length not because I am horny but because I'm bored. My tail sways against my leg occasionally snapping in my irritation. My grip quickened and soon I expelled myself on the marble floor. I look at the gooey mess and yell for a maid to clean it up. I see Samuel scurry in with a rag and bucket start cleaning up the mess.

"What in the fuck are you doing," I sneer at my valet. Samuel bows his head and looks fearful. I grin at his response, I love inflicting fear in others and feel my cock twitch.

"Your highness, there are no maids left, um, you disposed of them all but Mary, Draden, Harold and I," he muttered through his shudder.

"Draden, go tell my demon's Samson and Dane to go with the troops and retrieve more staff," I growled, eyeing the man rushing out of the room. My two demon companions, both gifts from my hellbound father, lead my troops. I eye Samuel and realize I truly dealt with idiots. I leaned back and ran my fingers through my short hair, I'm still so fucking bored. I watched Samson bending over my mess and grin.

"Samuel, come suck my cock," I ordered and the little bitch crawled happily to me on his knees. When his lips wrapped around me I moaned softly, he knew exactly what I liked. Samson rushed into the throne room with his eyes downcast from Samuel's head bobbing up and down between my thighs. I waved my hand over the scene and told him to ignore it. He grunted and asked what I wanted him for.

"Take your brother and head to the village or that place in the woods where that older woman keeps all the misfit women and gather more castle workers," I ordered in a dull manner. Samson scratched at his head and sighed.

"You need to stop killing the worker's boss. They will stop coming here willingly if they discover the truth of what happens." I shoved Samuel off of myself and rose to glare at the man.

"I'd watch what you say, demon. I can easily send you back to hell where you'll rot and no longer have access to that lovely whore house you enjoy visiting so often." Samson looked on the ground and shuffled his feet. 

"The woman I used to visit with is no longer there, I haven't been there in decades" he mumbled sadly.

"I don't give a flying rat's ass Samson, snap out of your whatever mood this is and go get me more new workers!" 

Grace Thornheart

I raised my hands with my sword in hand and continued the practice moves of our sisterhood. I live in a compound in the forest completely inhabited by warrior women. We all have great gifts from the natural world. It was a much better place then the whore house I'd been stuck to reside at after my baby sister passed from her sickness. Sometimes I missed the comfort a regular named Samson would give me but I felt that he wasn't human and nothing would come of our rendezvous. I was kicked out from my sexual servitude due to me discovering I had a unique gift. I could bring a clear sword from my flesh and make people do my bidding. The dinner bell sounded. I let my sword creep back into my flesh, place my hands together and bow, saying a quick prayer. Aris placed her hand on my shoulder to tell me it was time to eat. I nodded my thanks and followed her to the dining hall. A small portion of stew is passed around to each of us and I dig in savoring the flavor of vegetables. I don't eat meat and gain protein by consuming nuts and beans. Our mother entered and asked us all to perform a small display of our individual skills. Sadie went first and manipulated fire in her small hands. Amelia went next using water. I chewed on my bottom lip trying to decide which power to display and with my mother's eye on me I opened my palm and created a tiny tree. Mother pursed her lips and frowned.

"Grace your tree is lovely but you need to acquire a skill for defense," she sighed.

"I have my sword for that mother and only if it's my last resort, I don't wish to kill," I said softly and lowered my eyes from her intense stare.

"Very well Grace, I do wish that nothing happens to you to cause what powers you have locked inside you to come out," she stated and turned to the next student. I furrowed my brow at her words and heard the sound of many horse hooves approaching. We all rose quickly and ran outside. Brianna climbed up the ladder to the watch tower and looked off in the distance

"It's the king's troops," she yelled down in a panic. All the sisters started scrambling around hiding our weapons.

"Make sure the gate is open," Mother said sternly and I ran towards the closed door. I pulled on the rope to engage the mechanism and my muscles burned.

"Some help," I yelled to everyone. I continued to strain as I pulled and could see the horses approaching quickly. My eyes widened as the horses rode through the open gate. I hid behind the wooden posts and watched as two huge men dismounted and walked into the middle of the compound standing in front of our mother.

"By the king's decree any woman able to work must come with us to be interviewed for a position at the castle," growled one of the leaders.

"Line yourselves up so we may choose which of you to take," ordered the other. I scowled and couldn't understand why we allowed the asshole king to take what he wanted. Mother always said to be subservient to anyone above your status and I balked at that, the king was only a man. He stands no higher than I or any other person. I see mother waving to us all to form in a line and I grudgingly approach. My long blonde hair had fallen from my braid and looked a mess. I didn't care as I stood there awkwardly next to my sister. I watched as they inspected us like chattel and furrowed my brow when they stood before me. One looked very familiar and I'd sneak glances whenever he wasn't looking.

"Look up lass," I did reluctantly, showing them my black eyelash lined purple eyes. They both exhaled harshly and grabbed both my arms.

"We will only be taking this one, your cooperation is," they started to say until mother approached.

"Sirs, this woman is very disrespectful and truly not someone who should serve a king. She has a sordid past and is unclean," she mumbled hastily. They both eyed me strangely and chuckled.

"No ma'am, she's perfect," they said. 

"I do hope her behavior won't be used against us," she sighed and eyed me sternly. I could tell she was wanting me to be submissive. I rolled my eyes and frowned. The two brutish men carried me to a metal bar cage and tossed me in with several other individuals.

My skin started to prickle and I frowned in irritation as we approached the castle. The cage stopped and the two large men unlocked it and started putting metal cuffs and chains on our wrists. One blonde haired man led the men through one door, the other black haired one led us through another. Me and four other women were lined up and sprayed with a hose then handed a bottle of fragrant soap. Are clothes cut from our bodies under the leering eyes of the huge black haired man.

"I'm Samson, the black haired man says, the other man is Dane, we lead the king's troops, I am in charge of you ladies," he smirked, rubbing his crotch. We all scrubbed ourselves with the provided soap. I was surprised it smelt like honeysuckle. I noticed Samson was watching me curiously and I wondered if he was the man from the whore house. I turned away as my cheeks turned pink at my thought. As soon as we were finished with the soap we were hosed off again and taken to another room. Our chains were removed and we were handed towels and a white shift to wear. I had my back turned to pull the shift over my head when I felt something warm slide between my thigh gap. I looked down and saw the head of a large penis. Next Samson pressed himself against my back and nibbled on my neck.

"If the king doesn't want you I will gladly take you, lovely lady," he growled menacingly and squeezed my ass cheek. I crossed my thighs then squeezed them together and felt him pulling his cock away from my grip. 

"Tease," he laughed and smacked my butt. I should have cut it off with my sword. The shift was gauzy and see through, I could clearly see my dark pink areolas. At six feet I was exceptionally tall for a lady. I had sinewy muscles, nice medium size pert breasts and golden tan skin all over. I watched Samson eye me strangely and I grinned at him. His green eyes widened and he chuckled. We were chained again and brought up a flight of stairs. The door opened to the throne room and to the asshole king himself. The Dane guy was saying something in his ear when the king lifted his head and sniffed the air. I noticed the horn and a fucking tail. What in the world is the king? He rose and spared a small glance at the other three women. I pursed my lips as his green eye fell on me and he quickly headed towards me. I realized that the fucker was nude and his dick was hanging between his legs as he approached me. I continued to stare at the monstrous flesh until the king cleared his throat and I slowly looked up to see him scowling. I eyed him with curiosity, noticing the black eyepatch covering his left eye.

"Who are you," he growled menacingly and I bit my cheek not to laugh.

"Grace Thornheart," I state without acknowledging his title. He was tall but so was I and the top of my head reached his eyebrows. He furrowed his brow and eyed me strangely.

"Which one of you chose this female," he asked the two men curiously. His single eye bore into mine waiting for the answer. I didn't shy away from him and continued looking at him with my arms crossed.

"We both did your highness," Samson said, high fiving Dane. The king tilted his head and chewed on his lip.

"Yes, keep this one separate from the others in the room next to my suite," he states and walks out of the room, his cock standing upright. I exhaled harshly not realizing I'd been holding my breath. Samson approached me and unchained my wrists. I looked up at him and he looked upset.

"I'd hoped he wouldn't have chosen you, but you did well, continue to challenge him, he apparently likes it and you'll live longer," he grinned slightly and pulled me up another flight of stairs and down a long hall. He stopped, opened the white door and raised his hand for me to enter. I looked around in stunned silence. Samson watched me and shook his head.

"Good luck to you, beautiful lady," he states before closing the door and locking it. I frowned hearing the click of the lock. I walked around the large room, pulled back a curtain and the sunlight poured in. There was a bathroom and a closet full of women's clothing. I rummaged through them and sighed deeply. None would fit my tall frame. I yawned and decided to take a nap. I fell asleep instantly once my head hit the pillow.