Chapter One
Commander Anguis narrowed his eyes at Spymaster Superbia. They shared many similarities. They both had the signature black fur of the highborn of their kind. Superbia's undercoat gave her a blue glint in the moonlight, while Anguis shone red. Both belonged to the upper echelon of their kind. And both worked under the direct command of the Regent Andradox. A fellow Bakeneko, and the previous Prince's General.
Anguis was his protégé. Younger by almost a decade, the man was almost as skilled, if not experienced. The men had at times speculated which of the two would win in single combat. Anguis enjoyed hearing their odds narrow over the years. But he was no fool. Andradox may not be the leader the old Prince was. But he was a more than capable warrior. Anguis made sure never to give the Regent an excuse to challenge him. What the Regent did to Superbia would be nothing, compared to what the Regent would do to him.
"Speak," Superbia sighed. "I know you have something on your mind."
"How does it feel?"
Superbia turned her gaze to her fellow Bakeneko and raised an eyebrow. "How does, what, feel?"
Anguis frowned. "The scars."
Superbia flexed her claws. She had half a mind to do to him what had been done to her. But unlike the Regent, she had a measure of self-control regarding her own temper. She was a dignified creature, with unerring mental fortitude.
"They are healing well," she turned away to stare over the horizon.
Anguis frowned to himself. Like the Regent, he had fawned over the beautiful creature before him. Even with the ugly marring of her face, she was still a desirable creature. Anguis had decided long ago, that should he have the opportunity, he would take her for his own. He was sure that once he made her purr, she would shift her allegiance to him. And it was one of the few things Anguis would challenge the Regent for. But the Spymaster wasn't just a woman. There were enough bodies in her closet, and in less easy to find places, to tell him she wasn't someone to trifle with.
"They're hardly noticeable," Anguis joined her in looking at the horizon.
Superbia bit her tongue, desperate to silence herself. The scars were hideous. Her once pristine body, marred permanently by the Regent's tantrum. The man may be a high bred Bakeneko, but he did not embody one. Far more suited for a life of gluttony, than pride. Perhaps that was why he destroyed Mistress Furore's husband all those years ago. A brutal mix of envy, lust and wrath, balled into one, and released at a moment unbecoming of one in his station. A Prince should have better control over their baser instincts.
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"Mine!" Colin snarled as he thrust into his greedy Succubus.
Her eyes begged and pleaded. Her pussy throbbed madly and her legs trembled as she thrashed beneath him.
"What did she do to deserve this?" Kasey asked as she laid beside the pair. She traced the muscles on Colin's arm with a fingertip as she waited for her turn.
"She did nothing," Ira sighed from her position at the foot of the bed, where she leaned against Invidia.
She had been practicing laying her spines flat against one another, to make it safe for her to interact with Colin's other queens. Invidia, the submissive Aroct, smiled softly to herself. Ira was an abrasive woman, and the massive, part-spider, part-woman was happy to be involved. Her envy rose only higher as Colin made her watch without participating. At first she thought it a curse. But when he finally turned his attention to her, it made his love all the sweeter. Even when he abused her poor silk tube.
"I spoke with the captain," Cupiditas nodded as she leaned on the wall, watching with barely hidden interest. "His men have been reprimanded."
"He's gonna fuck me to death!" Libidine squealed as Colin tightened his grip.
"If you die, can we still lick you out?" Gula asked.
"You should be clean before we bury you," Alug agreed with her sister.
The plump Floof twins wagged in unison.
"She won't die," Colin growled. "She could live off this dick."
Libi squealed as she started cumming all over again. Kasey leaned in, silencing her with a kiss. Colin smiled as he watched his dark-skinned, Nephilim kiss the pale pink Succubus beneath him. It was odd seeing them so close. They hated one another at first. Kasey had sought advice from the angels when she suspected Colin had fallen into a Succubi's trap. The Archangel Michael had visited in person, only for Colin's awakened identity to come out.
Whether Michael knew who Colin was, was still up for debate. But the end result, was his attention, drew the Spymaster's. She sent Ira, who intercepted Michael. And the resulting conflict led Colin to transport the three of them into the realm of hell, where it was all but proven that he was the long-lost Prince. Which was why he was here. On a boat. Crossing the ocean to a desert island. The homeland of Lamia.
With Mistress Furore, the undisputed leader of the Arocts based in Greymoore, and Master Bater the lord of Floof in Pratum. It was now time to cross the sea at the narrowest point and coerce the Lamia into standing against the Regent. If he was taxing the Lamia as harshly as he was Master Bater, they would likely leap at the chance to be rid of him.
Which is how Colin, along with Libi, Dia, Cupi, Ira and Kasey, found themselves travelling in a merchant ship. With them, was the beautiful Veronica, the Rattus, who was on deck with her prized mount Petulara. Essentially, it was a large dragonfly, but tamed and easily controlled by the lithe rat-girl. Then there was Abella, the enormous Holstaur. She had delivered them to the port to take them across the sea. And rather than head home once more. She had hand loaded one of her enormous Moloch, a rhinoceros sized, longhorn steer with purple scales that ate meat. The other, she had sadly left behind in the care of a local farmer who promised to return the creature to her at the conclusion of their overseas trip.
Then there was Mary. Quite contrary, she was a rather infamous being. A Lich from earth, cast into hell as she escaped the wrath of the same angels that sought Colin's destruction. She kept to herself in the bottom of the hold, with a small collection of animated bones to keep her company. She had refused most attempts to converse with her. Only communicating when she must.
But Colin wasn't concerned by her attitude. He thought it likely she was used to being betrayed. Not being a demon, and not being welcome on earth, it was likely she had suffered for most of her life. He just hoped that at the end of it all, she didn't force him to kill her. Despite her ability to pull Kasey's soul from her body, Colin had decided he quite liked the woman. She was polite, intelligent and straightforward to work with.
There was a knock on the door, and Colin snapped to attention as a voice called out. "Ah... My Prince, this is just your evening reminder."
"Fuck," Colin snarled. "I need to--"
"Noooo," Libi cooed, despite her frazzled, slightly manic expression she clutched his arms tightly. "I need you to fuck me some more."
"Slut needs to share!" Alug complained.
"Nu-uh," Libi shook her head. "Just take that big cock of yours and force it back into me again. Any hole you want, just... have me."
"I already have you," Colin smirked. "But this is important. I made a promise."
"... How about you stick it in my ass first?"
"Libi," Colin chuckled. "How could I look any of you in the eye, if I started breaking my promises now?"
"Fuck, even when you're being a righteous jerk, it turns me on," Libi complained as she wriggled her hips.
Colin laughed as his wives joined in, except for Ira, who only glared. His relationship with the small statured Fusa was... Far more gentle than most would expect. Being a demon of wrath, her entire existence revolved around excesses of power. So Colin made a point to love her gently, with lots of touching and kissing. It was like a kink to her and she craved it like a man in a desert craves water. So she was completely nonplussed by Libi's cockdrunk declaration.
Colin pulled his cock free and stood up, Alug raced to clean the juices off his shaft, which he thanked her for, while the rest of his wives watched on as Kasey handed him his pants back. She too, then took a seat as she watched him dress.
"Dia," Kasey smiled at the Aroct. "Could you be a dear and bind up that cock-addled slut for me? I'd like to spoil her while our husband is away tending to business."
Colin was almost inclined to stay and see what was about to happen. But he decided against it. With a series of kisses goodbye, at least temporarily, Colin reached for that power he felt before. Picturing his room back at Pratum, he thought of Amare waiting for him, and his power surged.
Black flames engulfed his body, obscuring the view of Kasey as she directed Invidia to her task. And when they cleared, Colin found himself staring into the eyes of his first mistress. Of course, that title was in dispute. Veronica had tried to claim it first in a drunken night of passion. But Colin, to his own surprise, had turned her down at the time, to wait until they were sober. That led to Amare skipping the queue.
What surprised Colin was the straight posture she had taken. The dress she wore was open at the front. It drew his eye to the white patch on her front. It contrasted spectacularly between her dark fur and the red of the dress she was wearing.
"My lord, Colin," she curtseyed demurely. "I am pleased to see you well."
Colin tilted his head and realized she was refusing to meet his eyes for some reason. The bright eyed, curious and lusty Floof from before was nowhere to be seen.
"Amare, what is wrong?"
"Wrong, my lord?" She frowned. "Nothing is wrong, to my knowledge. Master Bater has set orders to reclaim resources. He is stocking the keep for war. He has also sent orders to Greymoore for iron to make weapons. We hope to hear--"
"Amare?" Colin frowned as he took her by the chin.
